<?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-4878645602092906622</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:19:13.170-07:00</updated><category term='Jennifer Lee Cummings'/><title type='text'>The BIRD Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-7460407741840656405</id><published>2012-02-03T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:19:13.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realize you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direction from which you came, you have to first do something like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to be friends with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you remember when you were a kid playing Nintendo, and it wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know how to fix the problem? There was no internet and no message boards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There is a great need for sarcasm font. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realize I had no idea what was going on when I first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much it actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one who really, really gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your computer history if you die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish a text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test is absolutely petrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smile because you still didn't hear what they said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know how to get out of my neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower first and THEN turn on the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can wear them forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad decisions make good stories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would probably just be completely invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a problem.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;productive for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue-Ray? I don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to have to restart my collection . . . again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swear I did not make any changes to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?), but when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately call back, it rings nine times and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and run away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I meet a new person, I'm terrified of mentioning something he or she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet stalking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed for pedophiles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not know what time it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer when they call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It really frustrates me when I want to read a story on CNN.com and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the link takes me to a video instead of text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder if cops ever get annoyed at the fact that everyone they &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive behind obeys the speed limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think the freezer deserves a light as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modified from &lt;a href="http://www.ruminations.com/site/index.php?sort=mostgourmet&amp;amp;range=0"&gt;http://www.ruminations.com/site/index.php?sort=mostgourmet&amp;amp;range=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-7460407741840656405?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/7460407741840656405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=7460407741840656405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7460407741840656405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7460407741840656405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2233814967411660733</id><published>2010-10-31T19:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:57:37.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Visit</title><content type='html'>so, for those of you who don't know, I had a kidney stone that required &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lithotripsy&lt;/span&gt;  (Funny note, blogger tries to correct lithotripsy to "deathtraps".  True 'dat!) at the beginning of September.  My mom came out to take care of me before and after the procedure.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zz50KpvI/AAAAAAAABAI/f92kFKJi6ZM/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389371568563954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zz50KpvI/AAAAAAAABAI/f92kFKJi6ZM/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to modify the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; gown to give it an asymmetric hemline, but the nurse put a stop to that, kill joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zgxr1icI/AAAAAAAABAA/ySGycZCUEVU/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389042968627650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zgxr1icI/AAAAAAAABAA/ySGycZCUEVU/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom took some pictures of me before they came in and started abusing my body . . . well, almost before.  They managed to take away my L. L. Bean slippers and replaced them with hospital slippers that gave me toe wedgies and not much warmth.  I consider it abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zgsd3AYI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CeNufgBHGAI/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389041567826306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zgsd3AYI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CeNufgBHGAI/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+III.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's fair to say that when a nurse comes in and asks which side your procedure is supposed to be on and then hands you a red sharpie and tells you to mark that side with a big ole, "yes", it's a little unsettling.  I still did it, better that than not mark it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZgRaLJzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SX69zAOGqy4/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389034304612146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZgRaLJzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/SX69zAOGqy4/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+IV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who don't know, I'm allergic to adhesives so you can see some of the bandage markings on my arms.  Also, the nurse who was supposed to be putting my IV in wasn't having much luck.  This is the work of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; . . . apparently I have small veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZgOkgNAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/DKGvb1y2eZc/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389033542628354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZgOkgNAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/DKGvb1y2eZc/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the handy work of the nurse.  She was about to attack my other hand when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; stepped in.  I am eternally grateful to him for the rescue.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZfyUKAhI/AAAAAAAAA_g/GTv9nqLJrCE/s1600/Mom%27s+Visit+VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534389025957872146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4ZfyUKAhI/AAAAAAAAA_g/GTv9nqLJrCE/s320/Mom%27s+Visit+VI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4878645602092906622-2233814967411660733?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2233814967411660733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2233814967411660733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2233814967411660733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2233814967411660733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2010/10/moms-visit.html' title='Mom&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/TM4Zz50KpvI/AAAAAAAABAI/f92kFKJi6ZM/s72-c/Mom%27s+Visit+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2671998357375325012</id><published>2010-08-25T07:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:02:52.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhvh7krvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/A7GEQVrjSxI/s1600/First_Day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346819603476210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhvh7krvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/A7GEQVrjSxI/s320/First_Day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's the first day of school . . . . again.  Apparently, this looks like a mug shot to some . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhvXnDB2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/2D1nruBwXH0/s1600/First_Day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346816833029986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhvXnDB2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/2D1nruBwXH0/s320/First_Day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently, Hayden wants to go to school too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhu-JXKOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tuuo64czKPI/s1600/Grown_Up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346809997633762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhu-JXKOI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tuuo64czKPI/s320/Grown_Up2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My roommate, Kim, is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; for the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhurduewI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8glQqhgWqIo/s1600/Grown_up1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346804982774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/THUhurduewI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8glQqhgWqIo/s320/Grown_up1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's growing up so fast!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2671998357375325012?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2671998357375325012/comments/default' title='Post 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5692466186151682237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5692466186151682237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5692466186151682237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2010/06/battle-against-tree.html' title='Battle Against the Tree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-7138157262289029270</id><published>2010-05-03T18:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:22:33.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Ever Tire Of It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You'd think I'd get kind of tired of posting things randomly but . . . well . . . I don't. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99zFXfUqLI/AAAAAAAAA94/pv-OIgKgcrU/s1600/KrispyKremeWilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467215008693004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99zFXfUqLI/AAAAAAAAA94/pv-OIgKgcrU/s320/KrispyKremeWilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While driving home from a baseball game Monica and I noticed that someone had given Willy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UVU's&lt;/span&gt; mascot) some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;. We thought it was funny and wanted a picture. I snapped one while we were in the roundabout so it isn't super clear but it still makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214168439388146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yUdTP9_I/AAAAAAAAA9A/m8Yk7bLn_3Y/s320/01_MAR_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of the moon rising on March 1 as I walked to work. Sometimes getting up early enough to be at work by 7 is tough but then I see things like this and I'm so grateful that I get to see things that other people sleep through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214179701551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yVHQW8fI/AAAAAAAAA9I/GbPI2kpssVA/s320/01_MAY_2010_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so Michael B is working for the US Forest Service this summer. He is working out of a tiny town called Teasdale in Utah. I went down this past weekend and we explored the towns surrounding Teasdale but I think my favorite things we found were within walking distance from his house. We found these fields where the sprinklers had been turned on despite the cool temperatures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214186596566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yVg8QhMI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ukTcKh6YL7U/s320/01_MAY_2010_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The trees were covered in HUGE icicles. I thought it was SO funny because, I mean , come ON!! Look at the amount of ice that has built up! It's not like this happened within an hour. Where are the people responsible for this land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yWIx0jVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_Z1o5XogKHg/s1600/01_MAY_2010_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214197290208594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yWIx0jVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_Z1o5XogKHg/s320/01_MAY_2010_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was chilly, but not freezing. Michael was wearing a sweater and I had a sweatshirt and we were both comfortable. It was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214318864397970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99ydNrXdpI/AAAAAAAAA9g/q2bRyALXuq4/s320/01_MAY_2010_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Right by the fence-line, the ice formed these weird ice balls. Michael and I both thought they were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214326606803858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99ydqhTM5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/vrJzkITfC7I/s320/01_MAY_2010_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This a picture of grass that had frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214334412943634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99yeHmbcRI/AAAAAAAAA9w/V2mfNNYB0u0/s320/01_MAY_2010_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And last, but most definitely NOT least, The Mister Michael B.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467218581428744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S992VU95suI/AAAAAAAAA-A/WbDiMl_igwA/s320/MMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I think he is pretty handsome!&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/4878645602092906622-7138157262289029270?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/7138157262289029270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=7138157262289029270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7138157262289029270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7138157262289029270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-i-ever-tire-of-it.html' title='Will I Ever Tire Of It?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S99zFXfUqLI/AAAAAAAAA94/pv-OIgKgcrU/s72-c/KrispyKremeWilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-6908101259880262143</id><published>2010-03-31T09:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:59:29.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking</title><content type='html'>Again with playing catch-up.  I've decided to start putting dates with my pictures just to emphasize how random my blogging is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454821305273134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrE4YJrEI/AAAAAAAAA7g/U6ZiUtj-p90/s320/1_09_27_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaeffer&lt;/span&gt;, ready for church! (September 27, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454821330323556914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrGVsoyjI/AAAAAAAAA74/8ZXIreDuLVo/s320/Imsleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden, trying to sleep in while I got ready for work (January 26, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454821325562097810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrGD9asJI/AAAAAAAAA7w/yOXgA-7MfJk/s320/BIRDtracks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some tracks that I asked Dad to help me identify (January 26, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email from Jennifer to Dad:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these animal tracks yesterday morning and I'm trying to identify the animal that made them.  Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Response from Dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very neat an orderly, indicating a creature that is fairly detailed and precise.  There are no connections between the tracks, indicating the creature is capable of becoming airborne.  The fact that each of these tracks is a different shape indicates that the creature has a certain amount of randomness associated with them.  The size of the tracks is indeed impressive.  This could indicate a very large creature, but I think not because the tracks aren't overly deep and because, if the creature were very large, the lift required for them to become airborne (see above) would create an airflow that would have either wiped out the tracks or significantly blurred them.  So I think the creature is relatively small (compared to the tracks), but leaves a very large impression where ever it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't refine it much more than that.  The characteristics generally point to some type of bird like creature.  Generically, we could refer to it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Bird until we get better information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alyssa's Birthday Party:&lt;/div&gt;(February 1, 2010)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454825006992090338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NucWWuZOI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5DJnQL888is/s320/Alyssa1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was laughing and didn't want to accidentally blow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nr495DrZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7SF3Ht5LfUc/s1600/MMB3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454822200106528146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nr495DrZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7SF3Ht5LfUc/s320/MMB3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me and Michael B with mouths died from icing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nr4d6rSGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ATz854w1K7Q/s1600/MMB2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454822191523383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nr4d6rSGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ATz854w1K7Q/s320/MMB2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We're weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrG7IPGFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/m6_gIaVuqrY/s1600/MMB1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454821340371425362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrG7IPGFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/m6_gIaVuqrY/s320/MMB1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moustache&lt;/span&gt; for him with my fork . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a filling that cracked and then fell out.  It may have had some help . . . WHAT??? It was all wiggly! (February 21, 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454824327801334962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nt00LB7LI/AAAAAAAAA8g/wgHnpddB0XU/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454824319079276226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nt0Trh3sI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/9_-GCwAc3v4/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454824335790835842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7Nt1R74CII/AAAAAAAAA8o/0w-S5vBv3yI/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-6908101259880262143?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/6908101259880262143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=6908101259880262143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6908101259880262143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6908101259880262143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2010/03/tracking.html' title='Tracking'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S7NrE4YJrEI/AAAAAAAAA7g/U6ZiUtj-p90/s72-c/1_09_27_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1752819718353572963</id><published>2010-01-19T13:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:00:43.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Lee Cummings'/><title type='text'>A Random Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556278942549746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbLImWRvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VNYWlxQQFKA/s320/First_Day_Bday_01_19_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a new employee start in our office today, her name is Amy and it just so happened that today was her birthday . . . either that, or she is queen of the office. From left to right: Stacy, Mindy, Amy, BIRD and Liz&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbgFyn2bI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-ktQ7mFwi4w/s1600-h/MMBIRD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556638965979570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbgFyn2bI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-ktQ7mFwi4w/s320/MMBIRD1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael B. and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbbXpRTUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z1XkJVk_AP8/s1600-h/MMBIRD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556557859245378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbbXpRTUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z1XkJVk_AP8/s320/MMBIRD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael B. and me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1Yba1l0-MI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_qLvFFRhKwg/s1600-h/Lyssa_BIRD_01_01_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556548718000322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1Yba1l0-MI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_qLvFFRhKwg/s320/Lyssa_BIRD_01_01_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyssa and me!! We spend a ton of time together but we don't really have very many pictures of the two of us together. We're working on it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbasjyKeI/AAAAAAAAA7A/RDLAC6tRQD0/s1600-h/Lyssa_BIRD2_01_01_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556546293508578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbasjyKeI/AAAAAAAAA7A/RDLAC6tRQD0/s320/Lyssa_BIRD2_01_01_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, it's Alyssa and me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbaHNbbRI/AAAAAAAAA64/1wi5uA8BqIk/s1600-h/Lyssa_BIRD1_01_01_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556536267631890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbaHNbbRI/AAAAAAAAA64/1wi5uA8BqIk/s320/Lyssa_BIRD1_01_01_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a lot of fun when we are together!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556287292502354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbLntIcVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Pr0VEYZ9_50/s320/fluffernutter_01_01_2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, this may come as a shock to some of you. They don't have Fluff in most stores in Utah. Erica found some for me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and I was very excited!! Here is Michael B. eating his very FIRST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fluffernutter&lt;/span&gt;! He liked it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556268318805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbKhBczxI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FNBv9bpxF3k/s320/droopy_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A droopy Hayden on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbZ575XjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TpID_NmeDeI/s1600-h/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556532704435762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbZ575XjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/TpID_NmeDeI/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erica's and my "fruit platter" on Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbMoh_1HI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aigKmZDGl3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556304694105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbMoh_1HI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aigKmZDGl3Y/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just wouldn't be Christmas without Breakfast Casserole. (Yes, that is capitalized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbMG0G2EI/AAAAAAAAA6g/99Lade2AciM/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428556295643256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbMG0G2EI/AAAAAAAAA6g/99Lade2AciM/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Christmas tree!! Michael B. helped me get it to my house AND decorate it and Jake and Alyssa helped me string popcorn and cranberries. I have GREAT friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Y'alls&lt;/span&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/4878645602092906622-1752819718353572963?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1752819718353572963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1752819718353572963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1752819718353572963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1752819718353572963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-collection.html' title='A Random Collection'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/S1YbLImWRvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VNYWlxQQFKA/s72-c/First_Day_Bday_01_19_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4591106316533752237</id><published>2009-11-25T13:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:22:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition!</title><content type='html'>Every year we decorate our office windows with handmade snowflakes.  This year we bought some butcher paper and made a few large snowflakes.  Fun, fun, FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2RxDYJsnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FVyDF8WxT7Q/s1600/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408138999448056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2RxDYJsnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FVyDF8WxT7Q/s320/IMG_2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2Rwt-23uI/AAAAAAAAA5g/vRGU3nbjAkg/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408138993704820450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2Rwt-23uI/AAAAAAAAA5g/vRGU3nbjAkg/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2RwLxNKeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oA05GunttVA/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408138984520755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2RwLxNKeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oA05GunttVA/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2Rv1J1nDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/huCBsNpnJGQ/s1600/IMG_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408138978450054194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2Rv1J1nDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/huCBsNpnJGQ/s320/IMG_2511.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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4591106316533752237?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4591106316533752237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4591106316533752237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4591106316533752237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4591106316533752237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/11/tradition.html' title='Tradition!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sw2RxDYJsnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FVyDF8WxT7Q/s72-c/IMG_2510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-942735184043865795</id><published>2009-10-22T12:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:00:42.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifer-men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm not starting out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shifing&lt;/span&gt; stories (that is how Nathan used to say 'fishing' when he was little), just some catch up, then the fishing stuff. Now, just a warning, if you are hoping to see Hayden . . . I actually don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of him for this post. Crazy, I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the sunset before a night of thunderstorms. You can't really tell from the picture but the clouds were kind of a greenish-yellow on the very edges. Kind of spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl9YHBaII/AAAAAAAAA44/DcqnENwv3tw/s1600-h/Angry_sky_10_11_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494827452360834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl9YHBaII/AAAAAAAAA44/DcqnENwv3tw/s320/Angry_sky_10_11_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I posted some pictures of my crazy wavy/curly hair, so here it is straight. It is SO long! I'm not quite sure what to do about it. Heather, any suggestions?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494483867144322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuClpYJ7EII/AAAAAAAAA34/55ZyZA0fg00/s320/long_hair_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494469502405954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCloipGjUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hOtCpmgBmnw/s320/long_hair_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494473764320066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCloyhOM0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/AfqCWMN8r0w/s320/long_hair_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah. Jess was taking pictures of me before work one day and kind of got carried away. I'm not self absorbed, in fact, I don't really like looking at those pictures, but I thought maybe my family, who I don't see often, would enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. This may not look like it, but this is a fishing picture. I just remember that Grammy K. used to have little animals made out of these plants and so when I saw them I had a flood of memories and wanted a picture to remember it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl3ib_QII/AAAAAAAAA4w/J2dGbILimZs/s1600-h/fishing_1_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494727145439362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl3ib_QII/AAAAAAAAA4w/J2dGbILimZs/s320/fishing_1_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael B. (that's just what I call him these days) took me fishing on the Provo river on Thursday. He said I could pick the fishing spot, what a nice boy! This is the log that I picked to fish from, but then I moved up and down the bank a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl3MaiLCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eQljOJLrf-o/s1600-h/fishing_2_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494721233759266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl3MaiLCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eQljOJLrf-o/s320/fishing_2_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another picture of the log. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for dead logs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl28rRKaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/O0wcAta49is/s1600-h/fishing_3_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494717008980386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl28rRKaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/O0wcAta49is/s320/fishing_3_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just like scenery pictures, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? This is looking back towards the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; from the river bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl2VypYPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sCjEIcZv8rY/s1600-h/fishing_4_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494706570944754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl2VypYPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sCjEIcZv8rY/s320/fishing_4_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, I told you there were fish pictures! I caught a German Brown but I let it go. This is the Rainbow Trout that Michael B. caught and then, he let me gut it! I have to admit, gutting a fish is pretty satisfying. It kind of freaked me out when it started flopping around when I stuck my fingers into it, but Michael B. said it's normal and that the fish really was dead and couldn't feel any pain, so I just did it. I didn't really like cleaning out the kidneys. I didn't like the cracking feeling . . . ugh! I'd do it again though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when (my) Dad used to clean his fish and I always liked poking out the eyeballs. I'm not sure what that means about me psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395498391864476706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCpM2lGBCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/jzK1qr105Xc/s320/fishing_5_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here is Michael B. holding his fish.  I thought it was kind of funny because he was pretty chilly most of the morning and I wasn't.  I think MAYBE aliens took over my body for the morning because I usually get pretty cold easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuClqEmNY6I/AAAAAAAAA4I/riiFxx-PAmQ/s1600-h/fishing_6_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494495796945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuClqEmNY6I/AAAAAAAAA4I/riiFxx-PAmQ/s320/fishing_6_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I packed a picnic lunch for the day and Miss Sherri Ann and I thought it would be funny if I brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt; flutes to drink out of.  We didn't find any good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt; flutes, but we did find these fun little cordial glasses!   Michael B. was a good sport and drank almost a whole liter out of his glass.  I had about three glasses and then gave up and drank from the water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuClpoU3SfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v8AUsxeG78M/s1600-h/fishing_7_10_20_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395494488208001522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuClpoU3SfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/v8AUsxeG78M/s320/fishing_7_10_20_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't bring my camera with me, so there aren't any pictures to prove that I'm telling the truth, but we also hiked to Stewart Falls which is up past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt;.  We took Hayden with us but, again, I have no pictures to prove it.  When we got to the falls I thought it was kind of fun to stand a little behind them and get splashed.  Then, since my feet were numb anyway, I crossed the stream and then crossed back over by going BEHIND THE WATERFALL!! (No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Phouka&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry family)  I got soaking wet and was laughing at Michael B. because he thought the water was too cold.  His first words when I came out on the other side laughing "You crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vermontians&lt;/span&gt;!"  Don't worry.  I told him we're called Vermonters :D  It was hard hiking back out b/c I had on jeans, and wet jeans are H-E-A-V-Y but I made it. &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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to my house and I changed into dry clothes and then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Carrabba's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.  The service was NOT very good.  I don't like that server, Landon.  But the food was good.  Then we went to my house and watched a movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think sometimes a vacation day is a VERY good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-942735184043865795?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/942735184043865795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=942735184043865795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/942735184043865795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/942735184043865795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/10/shifer-men.html' title='Shifer-men'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SuCl9YHBaII/AAAAAAAAA44/DcqnENwv3tw/s72-c/Angry_sky_10_11_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2108937514993103822</id><published>2009-10-05T12:09:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:23:12.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Alyssa and I went shopping at the mall. We were both in a kind of bad mood. Apparently, this leads to the trying on of random accessories.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4G4t0wwI/AAAAAAAAA24/0he5iTm-TqY/s1600-h/2_07_17_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181595057177346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4G4t0wwI/AAAAAAAAA24/0he5iTm-TqY/s320/2_07_17_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Tiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4Gv--SuI/AAAAAAAAA2w/CZRIpY9AWM8/s1600-h/1_07_17_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181592713186018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4Gv--SuI/AAAAAAAAA2w/CZRIpY9AWM8/s320/1_07_17_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alyssa says she'll buy this one for me for my wedding day, if I ever get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4GDU1mJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/V0CJv9jV4hE/s1600-h/08_01_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181580725295250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4GDU1mJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/V0CJv9jV4hE/s320/08_01_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erica and I were driving to W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;al-Mart&lt;/span&gt; and found this sign on a trash can. We're slightly confused, are they SELLING the dog or THROWING IT AWAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4FpaEesI/AAAAAAAAA2g/VHJFNzt2LaE/s1600-h/08_03_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181573767920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4FpaEesI/AAAAAAAAA2g/VHJFNzt2LaE/s320/08_03_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I still have a rash under my nose and I thought "oh, no! Maybe I'm not allergic to that medication I was taking" Then I saw this picture and remembered how bad that other rash on my face was. Thank goodness I got off of that stuff! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3qw2TQbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XYaL782Wq3s/s1600-h/2_08_27_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181111908909490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3qw2TQbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XYaL782Wq3s/s320/2_08_27_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This semester I am doing "Student Research" which consists of helping my friend, Ally, find seeds in soil samples. Ally is holding up one soil sample, the boxes behind her are full of soil samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3qf_GcTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/3Q4klHpC7k4/s1600-h/1_08_27_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181107382415666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3qf_GcTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/3Q4klHpC7k4/s320/1_08_27_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These boxes are also filled with soil samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3p2bGC7I/AAAAAAAAA2I/MaEtlTahLlM/s1600-h/4_08_28_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181096225541042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3p2bGC7I/AAAAAAAAA2I/MaEtlTahLlM/s320/4_08_28_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what a soil sample looks like once I've sifted it. That little thing in the lower left corner is a seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3pY62TTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8YIhQhU3Zbg/s1600-h/3_08_28_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181088305663282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3pY62TTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8YIhQhU3Zbg/s320/3_08_28_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, that tiny thing at the top of that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3ozJ0zYI/AAAAAAAAA14/4b-m6dd5QUk/s1600-h/2_08_28_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181078167932290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3ozJ0zYI/AAAAAAAAA14/4b-m6dd5QUk/s320/2_08_28_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find the seed? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3Dj1w6nI/AAAAAAAAA1w/okvI42WNTRE/s1600-h/1_08_28_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180438402099826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3Dj1w6nI/AAAAAAAAA1w/okvI42WNTRE/s320/1_08_28_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far, I've found one. There are other people also looking for seeds. They've found NONE! That makes me the winner of the "find the first seed" contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3DHqzHMI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WCT7cf6dlHk/s1600-h/2_09_11_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180430839913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3DHqzHMI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WCT7cf6dlHk/s320/2_09_11_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing beats the Thai Village for Ricky's Birthday dinner! I think this year makes three years of going. We got to be seated upstairs this year b/c it was so busy and we had the dining room to ourselves . . . for about 3 minutes. Then an awkward couple on an early date (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt; they hadn't been out together much. We could tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; a) it was awkward and b) they were asking basic getting to know you questions) came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3CoyS2TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/_QsOoK7aPGQ/s1600-h/1_09_11_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180422549854514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3CoyS2TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/_QsOoK7aPGQ/s320/1_09_11_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE RICKY-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TICKY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3CEjULzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3a1yk9CHJNo/s1600-h/09_19_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180412823351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3CEjULzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3a1yk9CHJNo/s320/09_19_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honestly? Did you really think you would get through one of my blog posts without a picture of the Hayden Monkey? I think he's adorable when he's sleeping, except for that snore of his . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3BkBekTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/R3D3B9pmHK4/s1600-h/1_09_22_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180404091490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso3BkBekTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/R3D3B9pmHK4/s320/1_09_22_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been growing my hair out. I have a ridiculous amount of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389185845214284850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso7-RyPjDI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Nms4oaimtbo/s320/2_09_24_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Mike, likes to go hiking. Sometimes, he goes without a buddy. He also told me he doesn't take water or snacks with him OR a mirror in case he gets lost! Not safe, Mike! I put together a hiking safety kit for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389185839502461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso798gcCzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/o33jiFtyRDU/s320/1_09_24_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is, opening it. Included in the kit are the following items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sewing kit (losing a button can be embarrassing and awkward, even in the woods)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nail Clippers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 packs of Jelly Belly energy beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A travel pack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WetOnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pack of Tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bag of trail mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mini mirror (with two mirrors inside. He says now he can attract two rescue teams at one time!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two extra-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, Rapid Release Tylenol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A first aid kit with one band-aid and some triple antibiotic ointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bottle of water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389182085846987474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4jdDO8tI/AAAAAAAAA3I/91CzCJnJ0XA/s320/2_09_27_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, the Gordon-Carroll Family (minus the tag-along Jennifer) Clint, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ambrie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shaeffer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shaeffer&lt;/span&gt; will be turning one on Thanksgiving day. He's a big guy, which is good b/c we have a lot of love to give him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389182074667517810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4izZ1x3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/y2lbTTfdzZU/s320/1_09_27_2009.JPG" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this kid! He's adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2108937514993103822?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2108937514993103822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2108937514993103822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2108937514993103822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2108937514993103822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sso4G4t0wwI/AAAAAAAAA24/0he5iTm-TqY/s72-c/2_07_17_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1940090273414239920</id><published>2009-07-30T15:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:31:10.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY SUPER IMPORTANT</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WIKIPEDIA&lt;/span&gt; HAS A KEY SO THAT YOU CAN NOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IDENTIFY&lt;/span&gt; WHAT SPECIES THE ANIMAL CRACKER YOU ARE EATING BELONGS TO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnIQ4Twm_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/IiNXZ45aEyM/s1600-h/Anmials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364368665714556002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnIQ4Twm_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/IiNXZ45aEyM/s320/Anmials.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CAUTION: THE IMAGES ARE REVERSED IN THIS KEY, DON'T LET IT CONFUSE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-1940090273414239920?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1940090273414239920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1940090273414239920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1940090273414239920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1940090273414239920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-super-important.html' title='VERY SUPER IMPORTANT'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnIQ4Twm_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/IiNXZ45aEyM/s72-c/Anmials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4460919585850580896</id><published>2009-07-30T12:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:38:39.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a ganglion cyst removed from my left wrist (yes, I know it rhymes) on July third. I know my siblings and I like war wounds so here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JULY 4TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321516893138786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHl_4tmb2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/fL7XU7AXX7Q/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321512653794610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHl_o63LTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/d9olyjbJEFU/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(does my hand look swollen? I can't quite tell)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321503753143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHl_HwyBiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/IQKv9oAt_os/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JULY 5TH&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321693745820178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmKLikMhI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5oFoDOlqYDU/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321704581777618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmKz6DyNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xSTS47xup0M/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JULY 6TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmUXUuXCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-OgvU1PVpDM/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321868707683362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmUXUuXCI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-OgvU1PVpDM/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmUCAIP-I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HTBGrUh0lRE/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321862984155106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHmUCAIP-I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HTBGrUh0lRE/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY 7TH&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323028270967602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHnX3CJ6zI/AAAAAAAAA0o/RBeqGl7MoiU/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;different note, here are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doughnuts&lt;/span&gt; I bought our office for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; (I keep meaning to post this picture and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323869868355410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHoI2Om71I/AAAAAAAAA0w/hbZe8pcpld4/s320/IMG00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4460919585850580896?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4460919585850580896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4460919585850580896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4460919585850580896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4460919585850580896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/07/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHl_4tmb2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/fL7XU7AXX7Q/s72-c/IMG_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-6212264928091243147</id><published>2009-06-30T12:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:25:17.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashleigh's Wedding</title><content type='html'>My friend (and co-worker) Ashleigh go married.  Here are some pictures.  I don't have a lot of time so I didn't go into great detail about them.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHkGo4kwNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E3kj1ZEb0N8/s1600-h/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364319433880027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHkGo4kwNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E3kj1ZEb0N8/s320/drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Future as a bartender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHkGDEOZZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1uNtbFTTinU/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364319423728346514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHkGDEOZZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1uNtbFTTinU/s320/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpha56mo6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/fygl85ixx-4/s1600-h/SRB1_26_JUN_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198221934371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpha56mo6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/fygl85ixx-4/s320/SRB1_26_JUN_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphaooL8uI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/EqZ1dnCSdSY/s1600-h/SARB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198217293722338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphaooL8uI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/EqZ1dnCSdSY/s320/SARB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in fact, GAL pals! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphL1Ud8sI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4Jbvxz7gAcA/s1600-h/SA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197963002639042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphL1Ud8sI/AAAAAAAAAzA/4Jbvxz7gAcA/s320/SA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphLm-n8gI/AAAAAAAAAy4/064bIcdpeAI/s1600-h/FG3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197959152923138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphLm-n8gI/AAAAAAAAAy4/064bIcdpeAI/s320/FG3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphLGjopSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ly1bwROWzGo/s1600-h/FG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197950449788194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphLGjopSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ly1bwROWzGo/s320/FG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A high five for Ashleigh on her wedding day&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphKhUFt6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/MD6hTPZt-aw/s1600-h/FG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197940452472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphKhUFt6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/MD6hTPZt-aw/s320/FG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphKVZDlxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VKDwZdpFSls/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197937252079378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkphKVZDlxI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VKDwZdpFSls/s320/cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you can't tell, this is the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg_FEwzFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_WQxobYcZcI/s1600-h/BM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197743893433426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg_FEwzFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_WQxobYcZcI/s320/BM1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridesmaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg-wa-oxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Z4P119WbmM4/s1600-h/BA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197738349470482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg-wa-oxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Z4P119WbmM4/s320/BA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey look, Ashleigh &amp;amp; Jennifer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg-o-ra7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/kSpLTHw1PbY/s1600-h/BA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197736351722418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpg-o-ra7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/kSpLTHw1PbY/s320/BA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Times two&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkpgufOWZdI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tSq_KsTjIV4/s1600-h/Mother_Daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197458855192018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkpgufOWZdI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tSq_KsTjIV4/s320/Mother_Daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother and Daughter &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/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkpguAMhthI/AAAAAAAAAxY/E8dLHCFyT-E/s1600-h/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197450526045714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkpguAMhthI/AAAAAAAAAxY/E8dLHCFyT-E/s320/games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpgt2cgdmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CviK8zr2lLg/s1600-h/Ashleighw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353197447908718178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Skpgt2cgdmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CviK8zr2lLg/s320/Ashleighw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The newlyweds&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;&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/4878645602092906622-6212264928091243147?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/6212264928091243147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=6212264928091243147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6212264928091243147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6212264928091243147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/06/ashleighs-wedding.html' title='Ashleigh&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SnHkGo4kwNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/E3kj1ZEb0N8/s72-c/drinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-152855494061843047</id><published>2009-06-29T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:53:11.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2wOHuKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RNs-QF0WiL4/s1600-h/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352823766903142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2wOHuKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RNs-QF0WiL4/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came home one Sunday to find this snake sunning itself in the garden.  Those flowers are about two inches across, so it's just a little snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2QmSJdI/AAAAAAAAAxA/uAbyxiPd4sk/s1600-h/sleeping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352823758414554578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2QmSJdI/AAAAAAAAAxA/uAbyxiPd4sk/s320/sleeping1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, the joys of taking a nap under the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2LCtGFI/AAAAAAAAAw4/NYg2m-XY174/s1600-h/sleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352823756923148370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2LCtGFI/AAAAAAAAAw4/NYg2m-XY174/s320/sleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carpet marks . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM1fwJLiI/AAAAAAAAAww/rab53iF5sr0/s1600-h/sleeping3.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352823745302572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM1fwJLiI/AAAAAAAAAww/rab53iF5sr0/s320/sleeping3.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And because of the nap, I was stuck in my office until the marks on my face wore off.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-152855494061843047?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/152855494061843047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=152855494061843047&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/152855494061843047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/152855494061843047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-quick-catch-up.html' title='Just a Quick Catch Up'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SkkM2wOHuKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RNs-QF0WiL4/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-3050817368880979649</id><published>2009-06-19T13:18:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:17:27.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All kinds of heroes</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start out with a tribute to a best friend that had to leave me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139760277566578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2RWFDNHI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KiCkCPZeRW4/s320/Hero1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2tcK6LuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/reIxrc8a3-Y/s1600-h/Hero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140242949091042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2tcK6LuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/reIxrc8a3-Y/s320/Hero2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140697732508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv3H6XubGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Xxyy6DkBq4A/s320/Hero3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2SIqDEcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AldRvq8rnus/s1600-h/hero4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139773854519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2SIqDEcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AldRvq8rnus/s320/hero4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139783096075778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2SrFaBgI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_K9IAj82uVw/s320/another1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139544840048770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2EzgvkII/AAAAAAAAAvo/s2PbNytvkHY/s320/another2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt; for all of your years of service! Putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt; into retirement is something my Mom has be hoping would happen for YEARS. I finally had to do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; every morning I would wake up and find pieces of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt; on the floor. It wasn't fair to keep using him, it was KILLING him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friend, Karen Findley, graduated with her Master's degree and we had a party to celebrate. By we I mean those of us that are from Vermont or have lived in Vermont and are now in Utah. It was really fun to be reunited with the three girls that I grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen all of them (together) in a few years! From left to right we have Maureen, Candice, Jennifer and Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2Ek-PdqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/b-iwECQVR-I/s1600-h/Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139540937242274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2Ek-PdqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/b-iwECQVR-I/s320/Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anthrax&lt;/span&gt; scare. I work at a University (for those of you who don't know that, who are you and why are reading my blog). Recently a bag of white powder was found on a table in the hallway outside of the National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Guard&lt;/span&gt; office. This caused them to shut down the ventilation system. As a result, particles began to fall from the vents in our office. Our office consists of Graduation, Transfer Credit and Veterans Affairs. Because the bag was by the National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Guard&lt;/span&gt; office, it was thought that, perhaps, this was military targeted. Combining all of that information with the fact that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; close to where the bag was found, we let campus police know.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2ENs3VlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/slkVRRzrn9k/s1600-h/Hmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139534690342482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2ENs3VlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/slkVRRzrn9k/s320/Hmmmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think they were afraid to come in because our office is mostly girls . . . just kidding! They came in and as a precautionary measure they kicked us out of our office while they checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2D38OoSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/J-Z2CeRzBWo/s1600-h/What+to+do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139528849203490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2D38OoSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/J-Z2CeRzBWo/s320/What+to+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Some chose to see it as an opportunity to get some Vitamin D.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2DoaZhEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LHPmxg-w-q0/s1600-h/take+it+easy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139524680778818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2DoaZhEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LHPmxg-w-q0/s320/take+it+easy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a blurry picture of the back of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HazMat&lt;/span&gt; team. They looked like really big bugs. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rnOnmkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/5QSEa7x11Fk/s1600-h/just+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rnOnmkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/5QSEa7x11Fk/s1600-h/just+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139112046074434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rnOnmkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/5QSEa7x11Fk/s320/just+dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fortunately, what was falling out of the vents was just dust. Hey, it doesn't hurt to be careful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out the bag of white powder was baby powder. That's what I hear anyway . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that such a thing existed, but it was recently Air Force Week. As part of the week there were big celebrations in three cities across the U.S. One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; cities was Salt Lake. Actually, not in Salt Lake but at the Hill Air Force Base. I drove to Erica's and then we took the Front Runner up to the base. We sat on the top level. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rfLnV0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/juKlxXeoHak/s1600-h/AF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139109885990722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rfLnV0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/juKlxXeoHak/s320/AF1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, here's the crew. Erica's friend Kieth (he'll try to tell you his name is Evan), Erica and her other friend Chris. I don't have any friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!  &lt;/span&gt;I do. They just were unable to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rNqk0uI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kFa7YVPrYzg/s1600-h/AF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139105184010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1rNqk0uI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kFa7YVPrYzg/s320/AF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUTE!! It's Erica, Chris and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1q245FCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h_K1sJkDF9I/s1600-h/AF4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139099070043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1q245FCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h_K1sJkDF9I/s320/AF4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were some other people, but I didn't know them at all so I'm not posting the picture of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oooooo&lt;/span&gt;. This is a Hornet (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1qYnh0tI/AAAAAAAAAug/p0VtOnu0Gkw/s1600-h/AF5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139090944152274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv1qYnh0tI/AAAAAAAAAug/p0VtOnu0Gkw/s320/AF5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that prefer Sepia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnVWotzRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lmm4LGJ6Iek/s1600-h/AF6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123336472218898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnVWotzRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lmm4LGJ6Iek/s320/AF6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is a really fun game. It's called Where's Erica. Apparently the guy in the red shirt is sad because he can't find her. (Oh, even if you who are reading this don't find it entertaining, I sure do. I can't stop laughing at that one!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnU2IFtfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IbYIo4C1_0Q/s1600-h/AF7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123327745439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnU2IFtfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IbYIo4C1_0Q/s320/AF7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A video of the Air Force &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; version of "Bombs bursting in air"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbfc3199c9688e66" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbfc3199c9688e66%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73C435734E64DE6CB8A6271198EE32410DAAB2C5.5CCDEB88499F8A6C2C13D158D7EF3206E19AD720%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbfc3199c9688e66%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYLuJjHdgctsgj3ZS33atkHvOrJE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbfc3199c9688e66%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73C435734E64DE6CB8A6271198EE32410DAAB2C5.5CCDEB88499F8A6C2C13D158D7EF3206E19AD720%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbfc3199c9688e66%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYLuJjHdgctsgj3ZS33atkHvOrJE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a picture of the result. Pretty stinking cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUgBs0QI/AAAAAAAAAuI/8nU1yALK7QU/s1600-h/AF8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123321813061890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUgBs0QI/AAAAAAAAAuI/8nU1yALK7QU/s320/AF8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're underneath at bomber. Some kind of bomber. Where I'm standing the belly of the plane is approximately four feet eight inches off the ground. Approximately. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUV93_6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/dmPlJbLw31M/s1600-h/AF9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123319112662946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUV93_6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/dmPlJbLw31M/s320/AF9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another fun game. Which of these things does not belong, three are right the other is wrong. Three are tall and fly in planes the other is small and quite a pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I made that up myself. I thought it was funny because they are so tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUDVMWDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ux0GObzizPA/s1600-h/AF10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123314110191666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SjvnUDVMWDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ux0GObzizPA/s320/AF10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Microbiology&lt;/span&gt;. I've labeled the picture so you can see where we got our samples from. I just want you all to know that people often throw their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Frisbees&lt;/span&gt; in the pond and so the go swimming to find them. If I were them, I'd take a nice long soak in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt; after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm9EwWW-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/EO4LBRssO4c/s1600-h/Lab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349122919355538402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm9EwWW-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/EO4LBRssO4c/s320/Lab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Some more samples. Just for the record, Liz is the one who gets me sick and not the other way around. Sometimes we would debate about who was contaminating whom, but now I've got the proof. Also, I spray my keyboard with Lysol occasionally, so if you were wondering if the Lysol spray works or makes a difference, it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the scuttlebutt, yuck. I wiped it down with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt; wipes after I saw this.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm8-qTGtI/AAAAAAAAAto/SQpICeedyEw/s1600-h/lab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349122917719546578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm8-qTGtI/AAAAAAAAAto/SQpICeedyEw/s320/lab2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utah has been having a LOT of storms. The other night I saw a double rainbow and thought it was cool. Then I saw April's picture of an upside-down rainbow and now I don't feel quite as cool. The moral of the story? God isn't going to flood the Earth again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm8oDdZXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/jwH34RhOr_o/s1600-h/double+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349122911651063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm8oDdZXI/AAAAAAAAAtg/jwH34RhOr_o/s320/double+rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The abundance of moisture has brought out some things that I haven't seen in Utah much. This snail. Let's name him Gary. (HA HA HA) Some of you will get that joke. For those of you who don't, I can only say "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349122909131558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm8eqwzyI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hvk4et_7Rz0/s320/snail.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I found a Fairy Ring!!!! Kind of excited about that. For those of you who don't know what a Fairy ring is, it is a circle that forms where the Fairies danced in their circle the night before. If you find yourself standing in one (which I did) you make a wish and the Fairies have to grant it. I'd tell you what I wished for, but then I wouldn't get my wish! ;)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm70EM81I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7HI-vszHSos/s1600-h/fairy+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349122897695535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjvm70EM81I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7HI-vszHSos/s320/fairy+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew! That was a lot of catching up! I have my finals next week. One for Microbiology class, the other for lab. Wish me Luck!! Below I have posted some videos from the air show. Please watch them because it took me a really long time to upload them . . . oh, and I think you'll enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one where they make a heart. They did this to honor our loved ones who are currently deployed and serving our Country. Nathan was deployed at the time we saw this and so I posted it for him, but also as a thank you to those who have served in the Armed Forces in any capacity. 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title='All kinds of heroes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sjv2RWFDNHI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KiCkCPZeRW4/s72-c/Hero1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4323799192297319546</id><published>2009-05-28T07:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:54:19.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this summer . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAUTION: THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's start with something fun. My sister, April, Sent these to me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;, They are so cute, I'm just not sure I can use them! I think the frog is my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863743572817474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PRxVrtkI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4JQr153MdK8/s400/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the Easter Bunny brought me. So far I've seen a few purple finches (I think). Maybe next year I can get a western bird guide (not to be confused with a western BIRD guide because I'm pretty up-to-date on all things BIRD)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863753903290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PSX0qNvI/AAAAAAAAArg/xnvxVQK2dK4/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Nathan is on deployment, I think I'm safe posting his birthday card on here. Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. He may be bigger than me now, but I can still tease him like a big sister should.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863751153862402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PSNlJRwI/AAAAAAAAArY/E6rc9b5L93k/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is where it starts to get not so nice. I tripped over my toe while walking barefoot in my office. I don't know why people keep insisting that I am clumsy or accident prone. I'm just not used to having toes yet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863756197639170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PSgXrNAI/AAAAAAAAAro/Z_UGXq-eNfk/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, I'm taking Microbiology this summer. This is a culture from my lab partner's nose. Kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grody&lt;/span&gt;, no?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PvpoA-8I/AAAAAAAAAso/xIHTAYKBCWs/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864256898300866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PvpoA-8I/AAAAAAAAAso/xIHTAYKBCWs/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grody&lt;/span&gt; as my throat culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PvUMbuTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6SphqwdguM0/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864251145468210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PvUMbuTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6SphqwdguM0/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Originally the whole plate was pink but it turns yellow as the bacteria ferment the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mannitol&lt;/span&gt; (If you're not sure exactly what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mannitol&lt;/span&gt; is, look it up b/c I haven't studied for that quiz yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PiMP53qI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zNu4yMRE9_4/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864025674243746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PiMP53qI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zNu4yMRE9_4/s400/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can clearly see all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bacteria&lt;/span&gt; that we were able to grow from my throat. My other lab partner (I have two) did the skin swab. She showers . . . No growth at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6Ph_8CbHI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/p6_bL3Bn5oo/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864022369692786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6Ph_8CbHI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/p6_bL3Bn5oo/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, you were thinking, at least it is in her throat, I don't come in contact with that. Yeah. Check out the lips. This is a Blood Agar made with sheep blood. No, I did not lick my lips after I kissed it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; wiped them off. The few spots at the top of the plate are from my DIRTY fingers. The clumps of colonies at the bottom are from my CLEAN fingers. Washed them with lab soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PhfeYMrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Wt5elXykAsc/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864013655356082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PhfeYMrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Wt5elXykAsc/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't decide which picture was more disgusting, so I just put both.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340870125438462290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6VFPpBaVI/AAAAAAAAAs4/98NKuVut8Y0/s400/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is another throat culture!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  It makes me want to gargle with some industrial cleaner but I won't do it.  Don't you worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PhI-gxyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VduUGwYPpXg/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864007616120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PhI-gxyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VduUGwYPpXg/s400/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is "Unknown A" on a Bile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Esculin&lt;/span&gt; plate.  We determined that "Unknown A" is Streptococcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Faecalis&lt;/span&gt;.  It grows in your intestines and helps digest food.  And turns black on a bile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;esculin&lt;/span&gt; plate.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PS2Up_zI/AAAAAAAAArw/OmC0NUZoN6w/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863762090557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PS2Up_zI/AAAAAAAAArw/OmC0NUZoN6w/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Now, after all of that, I would just like to say, SUMMER IS NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE!  Today we are doing something with fecal samples.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;YICK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4323799192297319546?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4323799192297319546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4323799192297319546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4323799192297319546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4323799192297319546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='What I did this summer . . .'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sh6PRxVrtkI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4JQr153MdK8/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1089919419292267760</id><published>2009-04-27T13:07:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:21:59.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magleby Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ambrie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family's ranch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenwich&lt;/span&gt;, UT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entrance to the ranch (in black and white)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329510722494932514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfY5w-DyJiI/AAAAAAAAArA/pxGAAZebGjQ/s400/ranch1bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some water on the ranch and the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYHj3V6QdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cvBUcVJcdso/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329455521772224978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYHj3V6QdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cvBUcVJcdso/s400/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYHjvDjuxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/NKAv-tVPDY0/s1600-h/swings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329455519547767570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYHjvDjuxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/NKAv-tVPDY0/s400/swings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the out-buildings during one of the many snow squalls we had over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG3A7vk3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/5xbV9x5VZZ0/s1600-h/storm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454751252714354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG3A7vk3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/5xbV9x5VZZ0/s400/storm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The storm lowering into the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG2y1WdmI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uypb9ALZ4Y0/s1600-h/storm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454747467806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG2y1WdmI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uypb9ALZ4Y0/s400/storm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, another shot of it b/c I thought it looked pretty darn cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG2qHPyVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/208Y-TSDUO4/s1600-h/storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454745126947154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYG2qHPyVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/208Y-TSDUO4/s400/storm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A color picture, mostly for Mom. I think she gets bored with all of my black and white and sepia pictures. I have to admit that I do think the color shots came out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGn6_o0oI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-1aTX7pxsik/s1600-h/sheds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454491960398466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGn6_o0oI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-1aTX7pxsik/s400/sheds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More outbuildings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, just one, with the mountains in the background and the storm descending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGnQGz4-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/fla-Py2v_88/s1600-h/shed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454480447759330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGnQGz4-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/fla-Py2v_88/s400/shed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old school-house where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ambrie's&lt;/span&gt; grandmother went to school.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGnDe7iqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BNeoJEFQxY0/s1600-h/school1bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454477059263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGnDe7iqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BNeoJEFQxY0/s400/school1bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oooo&lt;/span&gt;. The entrance to the ranch with sepia tone. Can you see the little bird on top of the sign? It's not me, I was taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGSP09mgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gBqdpowGm8I/s1600-h/ranch2sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454119595645442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGSP09mgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gBqdpowGm8I/s400/ranch2sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this shot of the buildings. It really shows how isolated the ranch is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGR67LdoI/AAAAAAAAApw/c4QNl7XdWEQ/s1600-h/ranch1sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329454113984575106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGR67LdoI/AAAAAAAAApw/c4QNl7XdWEQ/s400/ranch1sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, you all were beginning to think that I was having so much fun on the ranch that I forgot about Hayden. I didn't. He had fun too but it is times like this when I think, maybe a yellow dog isn't the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGRqVdRqI/AAAAAAAAApo/kbyR87HfepM/s1600-h/ranch1bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGBTJwAHI/AAAAAAAAApg/_0kpcqWXb78/s1600-h/MyDog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453828430364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGBTJwAHI/AAAAAAAAApg/_0kpcqWXb78/s400/MyDog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a dead cow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carcass&lt;/span&gt; (how's that for redundant?) that had been bleached and tanned by the elements. I like to call this one "Stay away from my bones!" It was really cool because the head had been laying on its side so one side was just bone and the other still had the hide attached. I didn't take a straight on shot of that side because the eye was a little gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGBPMfmvI/AAAAAAAAApY/5ePC8m0FrpA/s1600-h/mybones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453827368131314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYGBPMfmvI/AAAAAAAAApY/5ePC8m0FrpA/s400/mybones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have specific names for each of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; shots but I like to think of them as the "I'm Watching You" series. Creepy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513390656380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfY8MRvC3sI/AAAAAAAAArI/k_SGtmqM55c/s400/head1sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYF3hogh6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/RkvqvvQQF20/s1600-h/head2sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453660518778786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYF3hogh6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/RkvqvvQQF20/s400/head2sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYFeiWF6sI/AAAAAAAAApA/6tTEuoEh5FA/s1600-h/head1bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453231213243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYFeiWF6sI/AAAAAAAAApA/6tTEuoEh5FA/s400/head1bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah.  I just like flowers, even if they are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYFeeDJRjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vqDjUp0ZaJY/s1600-h/desertbloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453230060029490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYFeeDJRjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vqDjUp0ZaJY/s400/desertbloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, I just liked this.  Look at the green against all of the different browns and the blue of the sky.  Sometimes, I think God must really like us and that is why He makes such beautiful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYEmrpRyNI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wov2wh8DzdQ/s1600-h/brush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329452271636957394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYEmrpRyNI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wov2wh8DzdQ/s400/brush2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, it's the same place, just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; orientation of the camera and in black and white instead of color.  I still like it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYEmBUuAzI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TIyxXSJiRqI/s1600-h/brush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329452260276437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfYEmBUuAzI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TIyxXSJiRqI/s400/brush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have pictures to prove any of this but while on the ranch I did the following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rode a four wheeler for the first time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fired a shotgun for the first time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Built and maintained the fire to heat the house (according to Cummings Customs of Cleanliness, of course)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut fire wood, using a chainsaw for the first time (who cares if it was a baby chainsaw, I still used it and it is still a chainsaw.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did a LOT of math homework in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for finals.  There is more, but my math final still looms . . .  until the next time, the Cow is watching you.  I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; named it Cow, hence the capitalization of its name/title.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-1089919419292267760?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1089919419292267760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1089919419292267760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1089919419292267760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1089919419292267760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/04/magleby-ranch.html' title='The Magleby Ranch'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SfY5w-DyJiI/AAAAAAAAArA/pxGAAZebGjQ/s72-c/ranch1bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-8991878366765634517</id><published>2009-04-21T07:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:15:25.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, the burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you have heard of my folly. I went to a baseball double header on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; without sunscreen. Here are the results. My face is so shiny because apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excema&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like sunburn. Who knew?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132089373276530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Se3GaTKtuXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rkGCaX1FYbE/s400/Burn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327132085874440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Se3GaGIhuAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/oTFfdrTQKy4/s400/Burn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-8991878366765634517?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/8991878366765634517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=8991878366765634517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8991878366765634517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8991878366765634517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh-burn.html' title='Ahhh, the burn'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Se3GaTKtuXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rkGCaX1FYbE/s72-c/Burn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-7729924799103217842</id><published>2009-04-16T12:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:06:18.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all dogs . . . Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are some. A smiling Hayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eg8oVOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_4kuRRwAv8s/s1600-h/smilinghayde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325364147094312162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eg8oVOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_4kuRRwAv8s/s400/smilinghayde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Richard and Hayden. Finding a place for me to sleep can be tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eQ26B0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eH--xJmeQdM/s1600-h/slepping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325364142775338818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eQ26B0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eH--xJmeQdM/s400/slepping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For that matter, finding space for anyone but Richard is tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eEPyM5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/x4k85BvyegE/s1600-h/sleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325364139390022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eEPyM5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/x4k85BvyegE/s400/sleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But they are both cute and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-d1UWZhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dOx_vt09Ex0/s1600-h/puppiesx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325364135382640146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-d1UWZhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dOx_vt09Ex0/s400/puppiesx2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother, Nathan, came to visit over conference weekend. We went shopping at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-Ue6PbLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/XCBbn1rv2vQ/s1600-h/OldNavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363974748728498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-Ue6PbLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/XCBbn1rv2vQ/s400/OldNavy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pretty cool shot from the baseball stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325365115758236834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed_W5gG1KI/AAAAAAAAAno/gY37vW13DlI/s400/Moon_03_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I finished the last star on my Star Quilt that has been six years in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-UAs49WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lBRVPv-Rd28/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363966639666530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-UAs49WI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lBRVPv-Rd28/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure if this picture shows how big the quilt is or how small my living room is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-T_OWdpI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ieFsECkZcoU/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363966243141266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-T_OWdpI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ieFsECkZcoU/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erica and I went to Salt Lake to do some family history research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325364152187789570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-ez7AoQI/AAAAAAAAAng/ckMFeKkGPJ0/s400/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, April, there are flowers there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366170715593602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SeeAUThim4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/UP1T5bwddoI/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366168769305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SeeAUMRgmxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zcs-EzJ9bIc/s400/For_Ricky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GgcCxrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OsW-JUyI1Vs/s1600-h/flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363734640772786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GgcCxrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OsW-JUyI1Vs/s400/flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GaX_KqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nBb19eT3AJU/s1600-h/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363733013146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GaX_KqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nBb19eT3AJU/s400/flower1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some not so springy stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GFOuRxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EclhxlpvDjk/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363727337146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-GFOuRxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EclhxlpvDjk/s400/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been told this picture is depressing.  What does it mean if I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-F7mQx-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/k67HEQ0v3Mw/s1600-h/daffodil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363724751521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-F7mQx-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/k67HEQ0v3Mw/s400/daffodil1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, these pictures kind of jump around a little.  These are from conference weekend.  Hayden was pretty attentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363551810382610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed973V4axI/AAAAAAAAAlg/iWQUKDYDxvs/s400/Conference1_04_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would appear that he likes the Mormon Tabernacle Choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363552186221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed974vfQrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xT-AaBLO8BA/s400/Conference2_04_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he didn't like me distracting him from the singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-FsJvw_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2N6o_6QMncU/s1600-h/Conference3_04_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363720605385714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-FsJvw_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2N6o_6QMncU/s400/Conference3_04_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that April in Utah means that it is spring . . . not this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97m4jm5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/BXxr1hlB0iA/s1600-h/04_16_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363547392416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97m4jm5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/BXxr1hlB0iA/s400/04_16_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But there is still hope that spring is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97Swe6KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VfFTQlV4loA/s1600-h/2_04_16_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363541989845154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97Swe6KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VfFTQlV4loA/s400/2_04_16_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97FOQcSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mQIHg0bf0_8/s1600-h/1_04_16_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363538356629794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed97FOQcSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mQIHg0bf0_8/s400/1_04_16_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;br /&gt;Alright.  That is it for now.  Back to work for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-7729924799103217842?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/7729924799103217842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=7729924799103217842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7729924799103217842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7729924799103217842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-all-dogs-promise.html' title='Not all dogs . . . Promise'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sed-eg8oVOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_4kuRRwAv8s/s72-c/smilinghayde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-3733180894570533558</id><published>2009-03-17T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:27:10.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>All is well in my life!  Clint found a dog two Sunday's ago and brought him home.  I named him Richard but Clint says since he found him, he gets to name him, so Clint calls him Nixon.  I also call him Little Richard and have decided his full name is Little Richard Pablo Nixon.  He was hit by a car and very underfed, but we're correcting those problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238908345282018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4IY967eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DP3mtBjm95k/s400/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyone want a puppy?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4JhiOFTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V3GM9QEdx10/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238927824885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4JhiOFTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/V3GM9QEdx10/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden has been very good about sharing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4JLyP6jI/AAAAAAAAAko/QPIt0QOHXrI/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238921986533938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4JLyP6jI/AAAAAAAAAko/QPIt0QOHXrI/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pictures of flowers from someone who loves me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4I9-1lkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/KTIBfij6sO4/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238918281238082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4I9-1lkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/KTIBfij6sO4/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4IFH23CI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pmaL8g2IV8Q/s1600-h/IMG00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238903018249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4IFH23CI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pmaL8g2IV8Q/s400/IMG00264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what happens when an exuberant puppy tries to greet you with an open mouth.  I told (My) Dad that Richard bit my nose to spite my face.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bwah&lt;/span&gt; Ha Ha.  Back to work!  Scurry, Scurry! &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/4878645602092906622-3733180894570533558?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/3733180894570533558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=3733180894570533558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3733180894570533558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3733180894570533558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/Sb_4IY967eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DP3mtBjm95k/s72-c/IMG_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-5801711738612079532</id><published>2009-02-24T12:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:00:30.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>First, the AWESOME!  The way the light is making a beam in the sky, not a trick of the camera, folks!  It really looked like that!  As an added note for those of you who don't know, this is the view from my office window.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRRcZhMP8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/OXp7nXrtYeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306455809277575106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRRcZhMP8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/OXp7nXrtYeQ/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN-kwEvmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EYGNRMrD88Y/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451998361828962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN-kwEvmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EYGNRMrD88Y/s400/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of my "Estrogen Sensitivity" (I feel like both words in that phrase should be capitalized, even if you don't), I have to take a birth control that is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;progestin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no estrogen. It makes me break out. OBVIOUSLY. The worst part is, it itches like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN-BEnDcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/J4dcIlxywcI/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451988784287170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN-BEnDcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/J4dcIlxywcI/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently, I've inherited (my) Mom's zeal for shoveling. I have fabulous mittens that I wear sometimes, but then my hands get hot. Ah, the fruits of my labor. I had blisters on both hands. Pretty sweet if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451980151649314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN9g6bdCI/AAAAAAAAAjo/99mkrTwZRPc/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(my) Mom is working on collecting and then hanging a variety of gold frames. I got this one at an antique shop out here in Utah.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN99L86FI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6GTeba3Ep1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451987741337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRN99L86FI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6GTeba3Ep1Y/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit in love with the picture. Lucky for (my) Mom it doesn't match the decor in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; or she might not be getting it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the well loved Hayden pictures. At least with these recent ones, you have to admit he is entertaining! You'll see what I mean . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNid0d8MI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F1qL1DHOzzo/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451515464872130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNid0d8MI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F1qL1DHOzzo/s400/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puppy eyes. Not entertaining enough? Wait for it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451487713317202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNg2b-0VI/AAAAAAAAAjA/COm6LlSlooM/s400/folded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so he folds his feet when he is laying down. Odd, but still not entertaining? Wait for it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451492900554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNhJwtyPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/v23W8ciIyno/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He used to sleep in this chair when he was a puppy but it's been in the garage for awhile. I reintroduced it and he still thinks he fits. He usually curls up in it and whines as he breathes, kind of like when you are sitting on someone, and they try to breath but it hurts them. One day I had a basket of laundry next to "his" chair. Things got a little more comfortable. wait for it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNhmBuczI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OkoBiEDy0bI/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451500488094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNhmBuczI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OkoBiEDy0bI/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smooshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306451511410977618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRNiOt8a1I/AAAAAAAAAjY/bkEGghE1mrA/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DA! My entertaining sleeping dog! Where did this monkey come from?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-5801711738612079532?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/5801711738612079532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5801711738612079532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5801711738612079532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5801711738612079532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SaRRcZhMP8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/OXp7nXrtYeQ/s72-c/IMG_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-5533321371557023674</id><published>2009-02-19T12:11:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:08:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Pictures Of Hayden</title><content type='html'>Well, here is proof for those of you who were beginning to doubt that there were other living beings in my life besides Hayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bowling with some girls from the office. They are both co-workers and friends, for which I am grateful.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3Tr_xXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1Eh4_kFTYrw/s1600-h/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589300824786290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3Tr_xXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1Eh4_kFTYrw/s400/balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our handy, dandy bowling balls! From left to right: Monica, BIRD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sherrina&lt;/span&gt; and Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3TGShqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QU0lrVjs7Lc/s1600-h/bowling_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589300666631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3TGShqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QU0lrVjs7Lc/s400/bowling_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did this as a tribute to our pregnant co-worker. She just had her baby yesterday! I'm glad I didn't have to give birth to my "baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3BsR0vI/AAAAAAAAAio/hh1Bfs6moek/s1600-h/bowling_feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589295994131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3BsR0vI/AAAAAAAAAio/hh1Bfs6moek/s400/bowling_feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bowling shoes are hot to begin with, but with these leg attached to them, they are BEYOND hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vuUV-40I/AAAAAAAAAig/VbOAYMsSKVU/s1600-h/bowling_gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589146382066498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vuUV-40I/AAAAAAAAAig/VbOAYMsSKVU/s400/bowling_gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without our bowling balls: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sherrina&lt;/span&gt;, Jess, Monica and BIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588980658880962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vkq-fwcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/b0EBPvYsmo0/s400/scores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vuIy43mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xxv751ShXPA/s1600-h/high_score.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589143282081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vuIy43mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xxv751ShXPA/s400/high_score.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sherrina&lt;/span&gt;, winner of the first game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vt19Q-HI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jn0Az-1ezMQ/s1600-h/Jess_Monica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589138225330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vt19Q-HI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jn0Az-1ezMQ/s400/Jess_Monica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess and Monica, good buds. Aren't they both beautiful? What is even better is that they are great friends to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sherrina&lt;/span&gt; is too, even though she isn't in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our second game, we did crazy bowling which included the:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side-kick bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vthwEBWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4OPcWPEPaJE/s1600-h/kickin_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589132801246562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vthwEBWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4OPcWPEPaJE/s400/kickin_it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left-handed-ballet bowl &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vtcHmaRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Nfxmveym2fU/s1600-h/left_hand_ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589131289356562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vtcHmaRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Nfxmveym2fU/s400/left_hand_ballet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bum-scoot bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vk4nNEBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/l8bcXQllF54/s1600-h/scooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588984319283218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vk4nNEBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/l8bcXQllF54/s400/scooch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SLLLLOOOOOWWWWEEESSSTTTT&lt;/span&gt; bowl (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sherrina&lt;/span&gt; was the winner at 1MPH), the FASTEST bowl (no picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D100ffd0e72086c3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80F1679AE9F5BC5A33AEDC4F63F44D47CBD24225.34BE55477E99BDB4F9B69D01B7432E4F476D825A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D100ffd0e72086c3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgXg3gD5RVcaJYBdS-p0B7xu8S5w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how's that for getting out and doing something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are Valentines that I got from two of my nephews, Mica and Skylar. I look forward to them each year, I still have last year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; on my bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vkt-xpFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JtANv2in1GE/s1600-h/valentine_front_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588981465359442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vkt-xpFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JtANv2in1GE/s400/valentine_front_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The backs, with the love attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vkUGb_BI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JPxa7suiQiY/s1600-h/Valentines_back_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588974518172690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2vkUGb_BI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JPxa7suiQiY/s400/Valentines_back_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-5533321371557023674?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=100ffd0e72086c3a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d0b38922b788e7f2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d1b04b153fb9a4fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/5533321371557023674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5533321371557023674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5533321371557023674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5533321371557023674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-pictures-of-hayden.html' title='Not Pictures Of Hayden'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZ2v3Tr_xXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1Eh4_kFTYrw/s72-c/balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1773669890147158284</id><published>2009-02-10T13:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:43:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisqFGAjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GLgqsl1RDzE/s1600-h/hayden_12_28_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301267493229560370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisqFGAjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GLgqsl1RDzE/s400/hayden_12_28_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute! A Hayden nose with some eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisXOAL8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/jc2xls9doqY/s1600-h/nose_12_28_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301267488166653890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisXOAL8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/jc2xls9doqY/s400/nose_12_28_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;, Hayden's nose with &lt;em&gt;droopy&lt;/em&gt; eyes! He has freckles on his nose. I think they are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisHEHRWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p12m06Bb7lE/s1600-h/saggy_eyes_12_28_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301267483830207842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisHEHRWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p12m06Bb7lE/s400/saggy_eyes_12_28_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A profile picture of the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHire3UqsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/X550fB7hyNU/s1600-h/Christmas_magnets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301267473039141570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHire3UqsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/X550fB7hyNU/s400/Christmas_magnets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a few magnets as Christmas presents for my friends in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHiAEAolaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6ucIiNZXtKc/s1600-h/Sleepy_Hayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266727096063394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHiAEAolaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6ucIiNZXtKc/s400/Sleepy_Hayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See that big freckle on the end of his nose? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;, he's sleeping in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_-GYRUI/AAAAAAAAAew/w0K6uLic64Q/s1600-h/sleepy_Hayde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266725509547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_-GYRUI/AAAAAAAAAew/w0K6uLic64Q/s400/sleepy_Hayde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes he sleeps on my bed, my favorite is when he uses my pillow too. Sometimes I pull the covers over him. He is so funny!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_7frxvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/spBCRkSc3rg/s1600-h/Lighting_bolt_12_23_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266724810376946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_7frxvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/spBCRkSc3rg/s400/Lighting_bolt_12_23_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a cloud, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even photo-shop it to make it look like a lightning bolt. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_shiNmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0nReBq8RNIo/s1600-h/puppy_nose_12_28_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266720791606882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_shiNmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0nReBq8RNIo/s400/puppy_nose_12_28_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden has a cowlick on his nose. I think it is a "J" for Jennifer's dog. He was meant for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_PZ_CTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aE-u-UlnT8g/s1600-h/bw_ricky_eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266712975313202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHh_PZ_CTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aE-u-UlnT8g/s400/bw_ricky_eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erica gave me TWO of the beloved glass egg that I bought and then returned for financial stability. Aren't they beautiful? Here is a color shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301269465747890338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHkfeSHIKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/mcZxSmbE1iY/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gorgeous!  Last, but not least . . . (I SWEAR I have a life!)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-138b74cb0413a1b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D138b74cb0413a1b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D611DF0C1BC659461F10D8431492A56A84B6C15.6053AB64329DE3FCBB13B7D2FEEFF2D972A24F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D138b74cb0413a1b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_2J_n-2UjL-f6YpTGrhoDEF3Lrk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D138b74cb0413a1b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307292%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D611DF0C1BC659461F10D8431492A56A84B6C15.6053AB64329DE3FCBB13B7D2FEEFF2D972A24F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D138b74cb0413a1b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_2J_n-2UjL-f6YpTGrhoDEF3Lrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I should work on getting out more.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of other stuff, but I love Hayden and I think he has a lot of personality.  Just pretend you like seeing all of the photo's of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did have a roommate for a couple of weeks, but I didn't take any pictures because I was having too much fun.  I went bowling with some friends &amp;amp; co-workers (they are both) and I'll post some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of that as soon as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kife&lt;/span&gt; them from Monica's blog. :)  Love (most of) you!  (Like the rest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Y'alls&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/4878645602092906622-1773669890147158284?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=138b74cb0413a1b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1773669890147158284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1773669890147158284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1773669890147158284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1773669890147158284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-more-pictures.html' title='Some more pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SZHisqFGAjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GLgqsl1RDzE/s72-c/hayden_12_28_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-6085118916159526239</id><published>2009-02-02T08:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:46:49.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile . . .</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been keeping up on my blogging! This isn't even a catch-up blog, I just wanted Dana (my brother) to see some of the class titles that I've had to fix for work. I thought he would get a kick out of them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226580166701266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SYcVAOJecNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_Mk7YoNXnkQ/s400/For_Dana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226579722991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SYcVAMfr-KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RH5WeeEghdk/s400/For_Dana1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226583139929394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SYcVAZOWTTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Kzdn1w3bYI0/s400/For_Dana3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226582835033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SYcVAYFp9xI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jyeBiSjphwA/s400/For_Dana4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess it doesn't matter unless "you're anal.  Super, super anal".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIRD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-6085118916159526239?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/6085118916159526239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=6085118916159526239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6085118916159526239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6085118916159526239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile . . .'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SYcVAOJecNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_Mk7YoNXnkQ/s72-c/For_Dana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-3323775393749950637</id><published>2009-01-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:18:20.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F34313406%40N02%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F34313406%40N02%2F&amp;user_id=34313406@N02&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=63961"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=63961" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="&amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F34313406%40N02%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F34313406%40N02%2F&amp;user_id=34313406@N02&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-3323775393749950637?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/3323775393749950637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=3323775393749950637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3323775393749950637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3323775393749950637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2624715199260074038</id><published>2008-11-30T16:10:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:21:25.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day in Vermont</title><content type='html'>Well, I will add words to this later on this week. Until then, you can enjoy looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMoAGBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6OpW7aT_evs/s1600-h/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603570661111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMoAGBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6OpW7aT_evs/s400/IMG_2240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a shot of our Thanksgiving Table, my Mom and Nieces (Sierra and Emma) made the turkey place cards/name thingy-ma-bops. They were very cute but I'm not sure where mine ended up . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnyN81ObI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TVOxbcVPW_0/s1600-h/IMG_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603332272732594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnyN81ObI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TVOxbcVPW_0/s400/IMG_2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mary Lou climbing up in the antique child rocker that my mom re-upholstered, my sister-in-law, Kristin and my brother, Dana. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnx4YOJEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oGAKlc_A22U/s1600-h/IMG_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603326482031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnx4YOJEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oGAKlc_A22U/s400/IMG_2245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a fish tank Waldo that I found in the Attic. It is now hidden, along with 24 sets of googly eyes for Erica to find when she goes home for Christmas. Where's Waldo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxlT4qaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FiF_5uq9X44/s1600-h/IMG_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603321363573154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxlT4qaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FiF_5uq9X44/s400/IMG_2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Creemee&lt;/span&gt; stand. Yes, that is how we spell it! For those of you NOT from the east coast, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creemee&lt;/span&gt; is soft serve ice-cream, but it tastes five trillion times better when called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creemee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxapyxII/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ct7rInB6DvM/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603318502671490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxapyxII/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ct7rInB6DvM/s400/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an actual, working fire engine for the town of (look and squint) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Londonberry&lt;/span&gt;. I love the names of towns on the East Coast. So quaint and poetic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;, Provo, West Valley City??? Utah's got NOTHING on Vermont!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxdGmOQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xmq-w8W1jyE/s1600-h/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274603319160355074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnxdGmOQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xmq-w8W1jyE/s400/IMG_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Kristin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' lovely I might add, at Aunt Linda (you'll all meet here in a few pics) and Uncle Leon (also to be introduced in a bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274606839459773330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMq-XPYe5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/-CeAn-M5Miw/s400/IMG_2255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Mica. He is so incredibly funny, he had me in tears at Thanksgiving dinner. He looked over at some younger child in the family who was fussing and said "I'm going to take an egg stick and crack you over the head!" at which point I began to laugh and his father (Dana) scolded him. Realizing that I shouldn't condone such behavior, I pretended I was crying. Mica began to look like he was going to cry b/c he was so upset that he had made me cry. Then someone made me laugh again and he realized I &lt;em&gt;wasn't &lt;/em&gt;crying and began to say it over and over. Funny kid, that Mica! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMaGlBwI/AAAAAAAAAco/kExtJQsDghs/s1600-h/IMG_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602682699810562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMaGlBwI/AAAAAAAAAco/kExtJQsDghs/s400/IMG_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Krisitn&lt;/span&gt;, with Skylar. Skylar is a cuddle-bug (as you'll notice in later pictures) but he never warmed up to me. I'm not sure why not. Maybe kids find it offensive that I just call them "kid" rather than using their names. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMGjbU_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/kJfhaPPDizA/s1600-h/IMG_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602677452100594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMGjbU_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/kJfhaPPDizA/s400/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Uncle Leon. Now, in case you can't tell, he is leaning against the fridge, or refrigerator (NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frigerator&lt;/span&gt;. If you're going to say that much of the word, add the 're' for heaven's sake! Right Liz?) Anyway. This IS a full sized fridge, and yes he is that tall. I know you all are wondering, "Where did he get that height?" Well, from his parents. Uncle Leon is married to Aunt Linda (coming up next!!!) and his family owns the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Corse&lt;/span&gt; farm which has cows, and maple syrup and Christmas trees and Christmas Wreaths and I think Lumber. BUY CABOT! It isn't (usually) died orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMEdHpMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/585fvu0avw4/s1600-h/IMG_2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602676888773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnMEdHpMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/585fvu0avw4/s400/IMG_2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Aunt Linda. She is my Mom's sister. You'll meet Grammy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; in a bit, I can't wait. I love my family and I'm so excited to be able to share them with all of my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnL1-t9aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HUXu0pzP8Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602673003165090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMnL1-t9aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HUXu0pzP8Wo/s400/IMG_2259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my younger cousin, Caleb. He belongs to Linda and Leon, and obviously gets his height from his Father's side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmY7qcqpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g5zpKG1ZU4A/s1600-h/IMG_2260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601798355430034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmY7qcqpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g5zpKG1ZU4A/s400/IMG_2260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Lindsay, Caleb's Finance. Oh la la. She is very nice. I'm a little intimidated by her b/c I think she might be smarter than me . . . and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sklar&lt;/span&gt; loves her. But she is very nice! I just met her this weekend, and I already think she fits great with the family. Especially Skylar (oh, sorry, that was Jealous Jennifer. Love you Lindsay! I really do! You'll learn that I'm a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmY_CIC4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OpvgK2rlMO8/s1600-h/IMG_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601799260048258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmY_CIC4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OpvgK2rlMO8/s400/IMG_2262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin, Adam and his girlfriend, Casey. He belongs to Aunt Denise (Mom's Sister) and Uncle Glenn (her husband, and by "her" I mean Aunt Denise, not my mom.) I didn't get to spend a lot of time with Casey, but she is also very sweet. These lucky cousins of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmYTZcLNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/R7wBgfmXfLU/s1600-h/IMG_2263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601787546676434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmYTZcLNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/R7wBgfmXfLU/s400/IMG_2263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, The Henry. I love this kid. Yeah, I know. He doesn't look like a kid, but he is younger than me, so I can call him that. He is the youngest of Aunt Linda and Uncle Leon's. He has an amazing sense of humor, in case this picture isn't saying that without a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmYbEjeJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0Gl3fGWrOZI/s1600-h/IMG_2264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601789606557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmYbEjeJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0Gl3fGWrOZI/s400/IMG_2264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the barn attached to Aunt Linda and Uncle Leon's house. This is mostly for nostalgic reasons. I used to go every other summer to their house and this barn is good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmX7l9eXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x0k-9j7DFOc/s1600-h/IMG_2265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601781156739442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMmX7l9eXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x0k-9j7DFOc/s400/IMG_2265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot of the hay, in the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlvZ45KWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eSJARk5yg8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601084914575714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlvZ45KWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eSJARk5yg8Y/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the heifers near the house. I really like them, except for when they go into heat, then they are a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlu8In4hI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qx31RXZr57A/s1600-h/IMG_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601076927488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlu8In4hI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qx31RXZr57A/s400/IMG_2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot of a heifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlukgmYCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QZPYk8LkjnY/s1600-h/IMG_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601070585602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMlukgmYCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QZPYk8LkjnY/s400/IMG_2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadness! This heifer had an encounter with a porcupine. Poor thing! Every time she goes to eat something the quills get hit and I can only imagine her pain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMluNSjRKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lNmRD2wzkXo/s1600-h/IMG_2272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601064352662690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMluNSjRKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lNmRD2wzkXo/s400/IMG_2272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the barn in the heifer field, and a tree. If you didn't know it was a tree, you need to go to the East Coast. We've got a lot of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMltUdJfsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yPFNyN55UII/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601049096289986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMltUdJfsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yPFNyN55UII/s400/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, the following are pictures of the walk to the milking and calf barns, and the sugar house. These stone walls (some of them, at least) date way back and were used during the revolutionary war as shields and gun stabilizer things. I made that name up, but not the history. Look it up if you doubt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkBZ7HhbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lBAoAsgwiCM/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599195138295218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkBZ7HhbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lBAoAsgwiCM/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb, Lindsay, Aunt Linda, My Mom and Dad, walking up towards the barns and sugar house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkBAR0GXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XB0aZrs09o8/s1600-h/IMG_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599188254169458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkBAR0GXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XB0aZrs09o8/s400/IMG_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bundled up Skylar. REALLY bundled up, makes a cute shot, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkAQG8KYI/AAAAAAAAAao/ByDfhsVEkx8/s1600-h/IMG_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599175323658626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMkAQG8KYI/AAAAAAAAAao/ByDfhsVEkx8/s400/IMG_2279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMj_0OACbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZUlW1psU61o/s1600-h/IMG_2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599167837079986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMj_0OACbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZUlW1psU61o/s400/IMG_2280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for those rock walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMj_ZSb1oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UKfjaPoDz3g/s1600-h/IMG_2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599160607921794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMj_ZSb1oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UKfjaPoDz3g/s400/IMG_2281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A conifer with a big rock and a picturesque background. Look at that beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgcdRIyXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NX2kmHe14rQ/s1600-h/IMG_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274595261845916018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgcdRIyXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NX2kmHe14rQ/s400/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mostly just trying to get back to my photography skills. It's been awhile, so no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mockin&lt;/span&gt;' of my composition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgcAkl7_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Pb15HichzNU/s1600-h/IMG_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274595254142889970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgcAkl7_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Pb15HichzNU/s400/IMG_2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A large fungi. Dana wondered if it was a gourmet fungi, but Dana wasn't willing to taste it, and neither was I. I guess we'll all just have to wonder . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgbt3abXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L_O_io9dR7E/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274595249121553778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgbt3abXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L_O_io9dR7E/s400/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo skill brush up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgbeUT-uI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JBMBI_ZhmeA/s1600-h/IMG_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274595244947798754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgbeUT-uI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JBMBI_ZhmeA/s400/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Milking Parlor, and I L-O-V-E the smell of it. It brings back so many memories for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMgaWzyHrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/50LTF1HBtqg/s1600-h/IMG_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfyO-RxeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RdUhtILlUZg/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274594536454211042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfyO-RxeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RdUhtILlUZg/s400/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, for those of you who haven't been to the milking parlor, let me explain. Uncle Leon coaxes the cows in by pulling a handle that releases grain into bins and the cows want to eat it (those crazy cows!). This cow figured out how to get the grain and I caught her as she pulled the string herself. It was entertaining to watch her, but Uncle Leon says she doesn't deserve extra grain because she doesn't produce much milk. Naught 698! (some of the cows are named, but I don't know their names. Good thing they have numbers on tags!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfxs0Q-0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/qKiH8c2imbw/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274594527285410626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfxs0Q-0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/qKiH8c2imbw/s400/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for the Calves! I love them too. Each year there are new ones. If you want to know where they come from, ask your mother about artificial insemination. I don't want to go into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfwCElfmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZkfOPZ0PDtk/s1600-h/IMG_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274594498631269986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfwCElfmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZkfOPZ0PDtk/s400/IMG_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfvIujGKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bxrjmIpzuFk/s1600-h/IMG_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274594483238017186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMfvIujGKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bxrjmIpzuFk/s400/IMG_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A calf, eating my hand . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_yAMlWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/v7PVErfMqv8/s1600-h/IMG_2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593669684172130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_yAMlWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/v7PVErfMqv8/s400/IMG_2312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some more of my hand . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_h8GVZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QLzCIqSNfZI/s1600-h/IMG_2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593665372018066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_h8GVZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QLzCIqSNfZI/s400/IMG_2314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is eating my dad's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_YLAySI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gdeocjVR0Fc/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593662750214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_YLAySI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gdeocjVR0Fc/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are pictures of spore capsules from moss. We used to go into a clearing full of moss and play while others in our family looked for Christmas trees. There was a little bit of snow (hence the white stuff in the picture) so you can't see all of the moss, but I think you can get an idea of how prolific it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_PjIl0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/fsGBa3FvON4/s1600-h/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593660435470146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe_PjIl0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/fsGBa3FvON4/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From a little bit further away . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe-igI6GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/t-L8rn9yqxU/s1600-h/IMG_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593648343312482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMe-igI6GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/t-L8rn9yqxU/s400/IMG_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really liked the composition that this photo had to offer. I love all of the spore capsules and the tree branches. I think Vermont is so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMem1M3odI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sMz0GJZ9UNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593241045901778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMem1M3odI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sMz0GJZ9UNQ/s400/IMG_2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another of the branches, but closer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMemnEL1dI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RI9dKjZlnlc/s1600-h/IMG_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593237251380690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMemnEL1dI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RI9dKjZlnlc/s400/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yet another . . . I couldn't decide which was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMemTEKgsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ewuFN9Umkc0/s1600-h/IMG_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593231882584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMemTEKgsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ewuFN9Umkc0/s400/IMG_2322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught Mica in the act of eating some snow. Cute kid. He is standing next to his Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMel6mO00I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4Hmbvq4WASc/s1600-h/IMG_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593225314587458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMel6mO00I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4Hmbvq4WASc/s400/IMG_2329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from the driveway of the sugar house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMelC9Qw_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EnlktE63uSs/s1600-h/IMG_2330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593210378798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMelC9Qw_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EnlktE63uSs/s400/IMG_2330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tree! Cut and hoisted on to the back of Mom and Dad's car for the journey from the sugar house to the house. You can see my Mom's little tree peeking out of the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeNGmFf8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/1d_IE8dQDKY/s1600-h/IMG_2332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592799038472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeNGmFf8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/1d_IE8dQDKY/s400/IMG_2332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Grammy D., my Mom's Mom. She doesn't like having her picture taken, but I did it anyway. She loves me :) I love her too! One of my favorite things to do when I'm at home is visit my Grandparents. I'm &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;  sure they are the funniest Grandparents EVER!  I think they've always been funny, but I didn't get a lot of it until I got older. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeM2aHcyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1YkDN5uVzYw/s1600-h/IMG_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592794693301026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeM2aHcyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1YkDN5uVzYw/s400/IMG_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grampy D., husband of Grammy D.  I love Grampy too!  He does woodworking and he is AMAZING!  The furniture he makes is beautiful and then he makes toys too.  Talented man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeMs4ngnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5X2aIIoLkjY/s1600-h/IMG_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592792136876658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeMs4ngnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5X2aIIoLkjY/s400/IMG_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Aunt Denise, Mom's Sister.  She is crafty.  Not like a fox, crafty, Roberts and Michael's Crafty.  She also likes tea sets.  Aunt Denise and Uncle Glenn have an AMAZING yard with trails and a fish pond and a vegatable garden.  Best part, the golf cart.  I think that is where I learned how to drive.  Hee Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeMO4BZHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Qe0UDJ6CHKU/s1600-h/IMG_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592784081314930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeMO4BZHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Qe0UDJ6CHKU/s400/IMG_2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Uncle Glenn, married to Aunt Denise.  He has an amazing smile, eh?  He works for IBM, which I'm pretty sure means he is smart.  I've always thought so anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeLLbhyaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-nL40S2bq5w/s1600-h/IMG_2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592765976627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMeLLbhyaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-nL40S2bq5w/s400/IMG_2338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last, but not least, Uncle Glenn, Aunt Denise and me.  I'm really excited to have a picture of us together.  I wish I could go home more often.  I hope I've been able to show a little bit of how beautiful Vermont is, and how wonderful my family is.  I'm so grateful to have been able to see so many of them over the Thanksgiving weekend.  Love to you all!&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;&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;&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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2624715199260074038?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2624715199260074038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2624715199260074038&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2624715199260074038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2624715199260074038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-in-vermont.html' title='Turkey Day in Vermont'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/STMoAGBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6OpW7aT_evs/s72-c/IMG_2240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2462097492845645106</id><published>2008-11-24T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:01:26.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness!</title><content type='html'>I was going to post another blog update, but my phone isn't sending the pictures to the computer correctly. :(  So, this is my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2462097492845645106?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2462097492845645106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2462097492845645106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2462097492845645106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2462097492845645106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/11/sadness.html' title='Sadness!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-9171487613908572188</id><published>2008-11-17T12:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:07:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are SO fun!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, to start the weekend off, Erica and I went to Target (HO, HO, HO)!  I hope I don't have to remind you all that I love a good deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQ5LrC7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/WAV6LBue3tE/s1600-h/IMG00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269713231553432498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQ5LrC7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/WAV6LBue3tE/s320/IMG00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden has been having a hard time adjusting to the wood floors in the Great Room (Yeah, that's right.  Capital G &amp;amp; R.  It is not a great room.  That looks so dull and boring.) and the laminate wood flooring in my apartment.  The apartment is the hardest adjustment for him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he tries to leave his back paws slip and he gets hurt.  I've been thinking about buying him dog boots, but they are a little bit expensive.  In the dollar section at target I found these &lt;em&gt;sporting&lt;/em&gt; purple socks with pink gripper spots on the bottom.  Hayden L-O-V-E-S them.  I just have to add some elastic to the tops so that they don't fall off of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQ73-KBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BC-BYfUpmko/s1600-h/IMG00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269713232276105234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQ73-KBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BC-BYfUpmko/s320/IMG00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, I promised Hayden we would go to the park and play, but I didn't have any easily portable treats to entice him to return the ball to me, so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PetsMart&lt;/span&gt; first. Even though I found those AMAZING socks at Target, I wanted to check out the dog booties.  Right next to the booties were some . . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doggles&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  I kid you not, that is what they are called.  For all of you out there thinking it is a crazy name, you don't have much of an imagination b/c it is just a combination of the words "dog" and "goggles" and it makes perfect sense.  The pair that he is sporting in this picture are ALSO sunglasses!  Amazing.  My Dad asked why you would ever need them.  I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; they are for dogs that ride skateboards and surf . . . and maybe they like to stick their heads out of the car window.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQkDPhXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rhI49-eCiPA/s1600-h/IMG00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269713225880929650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQkDPhXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rhI49-eCiPA/s320/IMG00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have, on occasion, been accused of being &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know where people get these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caaarazy&lt;/span&gt; (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brienne&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lrazy&lt;/span&gt;.) ideas from!  I just like my Q-Tips (which, in case you were wondering, stands for Quality Tips.) to be orderly.  I mean, sure, they are in a cupboard where no one else sees them, but I don't want to try and grab one and have a bunch fall on the floor!  That would be very yucky!  When they are stacked neatly, you grab one, you get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIFliOHrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ftmv2tgNJuY/s1600-h/IMG00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269713037300735666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIFliOHrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ftmv2tgNJuY/s320/IMG00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another shot of my Q-tip stacking skills. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH625k6MI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZIAR0cCM_l4/s1600-h/IMG00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712852983539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH625k6MI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZIAR0cCM_l4/s320/IMG00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is Willard.  He is my co-worker Ashleigh's, 3 month old beagle.  Ashleigh and I took them on a longish walk and then let them play in a baseball field.  Basically, playing consisted of both of them running around for a bit and then Hayden, aka fatty, would lay down and . . .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6yJhvQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KSXoIM1agc8/s1600-h/IMG00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712851708263682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6yJhvQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KSXoIM1agc8/s320/IMG00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; play and bite each other.  When Hayden would get REALLY tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6isdS5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zy3PI8tV2rE/s1600-h/IMG00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712847559805842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6isdS5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zy3PI8tV2rE/s320/IMG00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willard would climb around on his back giving him a nice little massage.  Or surfing.  We're not sure what Willard intended to do, but it looked to the humans like one of those two things. For those of you who have not met Hayden, his skin is loose so as Willard would walk along Hayden's back the skin would slip and Willard would try to keep his balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6YElSfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Kv1V70uj-2g/s1600-h/IMG00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712844708202994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH6YElSfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Kv1V70uj-2g/s320/IMG00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Hayden was rested and ready to play again he just let Willard know (sorry the picture is blurry, but Hayden is lifting his head to nip Willard's toes, or ears.  Whichever was closest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH542EW-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/-M6_8eDs8DM/s1600-h/IMG00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712836325825506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHH542EW-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/-M6_8eDs8DM/s320/IMG00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who don't know, I'm kind of on a magnet making binge right now.  This is one of my magnets holding up 13 envelopes with two pieces of paper in each (a white paper with a canary carbon copy thingy-ma-bop).  Pretty strong, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is what I did this weekend.  It was a fun packed weekend, that's for sure!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-9171487613908572188?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/9171487613908572188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=9171487613908572188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/9171487613908572188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/9171487613908572188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekends-are-so-fun.html' title='Weekends are SO fun!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SSHIQ5LrC7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/WAV6LBue3tE/s72-c/IMG00163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-5989821222686084906</id><published>2008-11-11T12:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:19:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbqKaHS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/fGVgTKg5Me0/s1600-h/IMG00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482756581379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbqKaHS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/fGVgTKg5Me0/s320/IMG00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the tile that Clint &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ambrie&lt;/span&gt; put in on the wall by the stairs. The glaze is kind of iridescent and is fun to look at, not to mention the fact that it feels cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbp5TZg1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/esyYJFkw2bE/s1600-h/IMG00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482751989810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbp5TZg1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/esyYJFkw2bE/s320/IMG00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clint &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ambrie&lt;/span&gt; were cleaning up in the garage so that they would have more room to paint and so I had 3 beds for Hayden for a few days. He really liked having that thick bed! I was tempted to put a pea in between the two beds, just to see if he would notice. I bet he would have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbpsHZkYI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZKP3mKvjpxI/s1600-h/IMG00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482748449821058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbpsHZkYI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZKP3mKvjpxI/s320/IMG00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that by now you should all be aware of the fact that I have a strange dog, and I really like it when he is weird. I take pictures because I wish you could all know just HOW strange he is, but the pictures only tell a tiny piece of the story. So here are a few more sleeping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbpK1r7lI/AAAAAAAAATA/GlrRijTZJjw/s1600-h/IMG00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482739517156946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbpK1r7lI/AAAAAAAAATA/GlrRijTZJjw/s320/IMG00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is a great picture because Hayden looks like he is stretching, but really, it is just another odd sleeping position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbo-Ppb3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O8HvjxJGbuY/s1600-h/IMG00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482736136384370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbo-Ppb3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/O8HvjxJGbuY/s320/IMG00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did some yard work this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for the winter. I thought that all of our flowers were dead but then I found these. In the next few pictures it should become clear why I didn't find them for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbJj-ZZjI/AAAAAAAAASw/jgPFsjRn6UM/s1600-h/IMG00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482196508763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbJj-ZZjI/AAAAAAAAASw/jgPFsjRn6UM/s320/IMG00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbJQ69SDI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxQroEki5Jg/s1600-h/IMG00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482191394064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbJQ69SDI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxQroEki5Jg/s320/IMG00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AFTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbInFObLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nhG5tgVcCsc/s1600-h/IMG00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482180162841778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbInFObLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nhG5tgVcCsc/s320/IMG00157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna6pXMB-I/AAAAAAAAASI/ssiyKT7NDmc/s1600-h/IMG00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267481940256884706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna6pXMB-I/AAAAAAAAASI/ssiyKT7NDmc/s320/IMG00158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it AMAZING what cleaning up clutter can do for a space! You can hardly tell that it is the same garden, huh? I was slightly nervous while raking this garden because along the back, against the cement blocks, there were snake skins. They &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;empty, but there was a lot of detritus, and if I were a snake, that is where I would be hiding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the second "After" picture, there is a big rose bush that you can just see the edges of on the far right. Next to that is a smaller rose bush that I planted just this summer. It has grown to about three times the size that it was when I got it and has bloomed about once a month. I bought two bushes at the same time, the one in the picture and then one that I planted in the back yard. The one I planted in the back yard is about 3/4 of the size that it was when I bought it and it hasn't bloomed once. I'm not sure if you are supposed to transplant roses in the fall, but I moved it to the front garden. I'm hoping it will do a little better there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna6P293MI/AAAAAAAAASA/k71UFITpO8A/s1600-h/IMG00159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267481933410852034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna6P293MI/AAAAAAAAASA/k71UFITpO8A/s320/IMG00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna56aJqiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JsCPlqtWdEo/s1600-h/IMG00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267481927652846114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna56aJqiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JsCPlqtWdEo/s320/IMG00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna5tprNQI/AAAAAAAAARw/vWPe0EFzTCU/s1600-h/IMG00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267481924228297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna5tprNQI/AAAAAAAAARw/vWPe0EFzTCU/s320/IMG00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna4nsBSXI/AAAAAAAAARo/P9EC3P3GM0w/s1600-h/IMG00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267481905447651698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRna4nsBSXI/AAAAAAAAARo/P9EC3P3GM0w/s320/IMG00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, I just find the difference amazing! I didn't even finish raking this garden. The far side of it still hadn't been raked when I took the picture but my hands were bruised. That makes me sound like I don't ever do anything and so any work makes my hands hurt but give me a break! That was a LOT of raking. I should have taken pictures of the piles of stuff I raked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There weren't any snake skins in this garden, but there was an animal hole . . . maybe it was a reptile hole (Shivering with disgust). Really, I kind of like snakes but when one slithers across my path and surprises me, I have a tendency to scream. I find it really embarrassing because I like to think that I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl. Mice and snakes . . . they are fine as long as I know where they are and I'm expecting to see or touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267482185741278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbI73Om5I/AAAAAAAAASY/56QhyELvz4o/s320/IMG00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know that this flower is pretty much dead, but it has nice color! I was really happy to be able to get out and work in the garden. I just got my new medicine for my pelvic pain and I'm hoping that I will be able to get out on a more consistent basis. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures to go along with the rest of my news, but I'm hoping that my writing will be entertaining enough to make up for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                         I started going to the singles ward again on November 2nd. I'm trying to be more involved this time around so that then I can blame other people when I still don't have friends. What? I'm trying, it isn't my fault if they don't want to be my friends. Anyway, back to the involvement thing . . . I decided that I should go to ward prayer on Sunday night (for those of you who don't know what ward prayer is, it is a chance for all of the single people to get together, sing, have a spiritual thought and a prayer to close out the day . . . and pick up on people of the opposite sex.) My dad calls it ward scare and I think his name for it has been more appropriate in the past. This new ward is good though, it was actually more of a discussion than a staring contest and I really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                         I was working on a craft project (HO HO HO) and lost track of the time and so I asked Ambrie if she could give me a ride. She graciously did so. I got out of the truck and she drove away and that is when I realized that the church was awfully dark. I looked at my phone and realized that I had been so stressed about running late that I got there an hour early. Luckily there is a baseball field behind the church and it has covered dug outs. I hid in the shadow of one, partially to protect me from the wind and partially to hide from the people who came to open the church. My greatest fear at that moment was that someone would see me and ask how long I had been there. No one found me. The people got there and opened the church about five minutes before we were supposed to start and I snuck in and hid on some stairs in a dark hallway. Again, I feel that some of you are wondering why I do these things. The answer is, because being the first one there, and being new, would make me look over anxious and slightly crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       So I go into the room that we hold ward prayer in &amp;amp; I'm sitting in a chair (what, did you think I'd be sitting on an apple? Don't be ridiculous!) and the guy next to me introduced himself, asked for my name, blah, blah, blah. He then asked what year I graduated from high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt; I graduated in 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dan (for this is the name of said guy):&lt;/u&gt; Oh, you're getting older! Not &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;old yet, but getting there. I graduated in 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt; Yeah. I only feel old because I live in Utah Valley. When I really think about it I realize that I am still really young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;My thoughts:&lt;/u&gt; What kind of a jerk are you? Come a little closer and I'll show you what happens when you get older. You get crabby and kick people!! I only feel old because people like you say rude things like that and think that I should be married. Guess what &lt;em&gt;buddy&lt;/em&gt;, I'M NOT READY TO DATE ANYONE SERIOUSLY, LET ALONE GET MARRIED!!!! I'M HAPPY TO BE SINGLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                     Some people think I should say what I think because it is entertaining. I think I should so that guys learn to not say stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       Coming up on my next blog update . . . "I may be a crazy dog lady, but I am NOTHING compared to this crazy cat lady I met. Seeing eye cat, indeed!"           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      'till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIRD&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-5989821222686084906?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/5989821222686084906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5989821222686084906&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5989821222686084906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5989821222686084906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRnbqKaHS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/fGVgTKg5Me0/s72-c/IMG00145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-6884111495049037572</id><published>2008-11-04T12:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:41:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween Treat</title><content type='html'>This is the character that the mask is based off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264887563367252450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWCTggeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xt_rseohuUw/s320/strongbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Dave an anonymous letter requesting that he measure the distance between his eyes (without having them crossed) but he never replied, so I had to reveal that I was the one making the mask for him.  This is why he doesn't have any eye holes in the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWQ_GMJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4Sl9vuaWrYk/s1600-h/strongbad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264887567308173458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWQ_GMJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4Sl9vuaWrYk/s320/strongbad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I made him show me where his eyes were, and I cut eye holes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWV8YijI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ozxzu9JgQdE/s1600-h/IMG00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264887568638970418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWV8YijI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ozxzu9JgQdE/s320/IMG00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWGGHb7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x-HZzkLBJtE/s1600-h/IMG00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264887564384825266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWGGHb7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x-HZzkLBJtE/s320/IMG00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you have seen these pictures, but I just wanted to get them onto an unproducted web-site so that all could have access to pictures of Dave. In case you &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get the email, for Halloween, I decided to make a Strong Bad Mask. I've been wanting to make one for awhile, but I didn't know what I would do with said mask after I made it. I finally decided that I would give it to my friend Dave, because he is also a fan of homestarrunner.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you DID get the email with these pictures, you probably also got a follow up email from Dave.  He was concerned because he thought that the pictures weren't flattering.  Sorry to Dave for that.  But you all have seen the other pictures of him that I've posted, so you know that he doesn't always have his mouth hanging open like that. :)  Don't worry Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I didn't dress up for Halloween, and went to bed at 6:00pm, I did celebrate.  I just did it by making a mask for Dave, the day before.&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/4878645602092906622-6884111495049037572?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/6884111495049037572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=6884111495049037572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6884111495049037572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6884111495049037572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-halloween-treat.html' title='My Halloween Treat'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRCjWCTggeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xt_rseohuUw/s72-c/strongbad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-6318413312896089622</id><published>2008-10-28T11:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:03:37.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sensitivity to WHAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most of you know that I have had issues with chronic pain for the past 6 1/2 years. Well, I went to the doctor today because a recent medication change has had me in more pain than usual. His conclusion, I'm sensitive to &lt;em&gt;estrogen. &lt;/em&gt;Weird, I know. The reason he came to this conclusion is that, when I was getting shots that shut down my ovaries, I had very little pain. Almost as soon as he switched me back to a regular birth control (containing 70X the normal estrogen that I make) the pain flared up again. I have to ship off my new prescription, and then we'll see where it goes from there. Who knew that there was a problem with being sensitive to estrogen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier and less weird note, Clint and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ambrie&lt;/span&gt; have been preparing the house for their new arrival. This weekend that preparation consisted of tearing up all of the carpeting and baseboards in the house, and putting up new baseboards. The carpet was supposed to be laid yesterday but . . . I digress. Clint's sister, Stacy, and his brother-in-law, Kevin, come to help out with these projects. On Saturday I stole their daughter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hayle&lt;/span&gt; and we took the "boys" for a walk to the Junior High near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the athletic fields, football was just finishing up for the day. We were walking along and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hayle&lt;/span&gt; and I noticed that someone got a little bored during practice/the game. They made this smiley face out of torn up grass, and we found it entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPi4r-J6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/7mcOb56vXLY/s1600-h/IMG00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262150356674466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPi4r-J6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/7mcOb56vXLY/s320/IMG00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hayle&lt;/span&gt; impressed me, not only with her gymnastic skills, but also her maturity.  It was a lot of fun getting to know her better, but makes me miss my nieces and nephews that much more  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were walking to the school (sorry this is a bit out of order) I noticed that the curb had been freshly painted, but there was something odd about it. Upon closer inspection, I found that the city had first painted the curb, then killed the weeds growing along it. I don't know who's idea it was, but it made for beautiful "natural art" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hayle&lt;/span&gt; said. I think it is pretty cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPjLFB2EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cbsg_WUv4MA/s1600-h/IMG00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262155293612098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPjLFB2EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cbsg_WUv4MA/s320/IMG00120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPjoOZtfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c70eyK94kVY/s1600-h/IMG00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262163117553138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPjoOZtfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c70eyK94kVY/s320/IMG00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erica and I decided that this is the best picture, in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;compositional sense&lt;/span&gt;.  Ok, it is just the best picture ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPkIgiqWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QIDoVV69TvU/s1600-h/IMG00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262171783571810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPkIgiqWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QIDoVV69TvU/s320/IMG00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I was laid up in bed b/c of my pain, so I stole their other daughter, Ainsley (not sure on the spelling) and took her out to my room to play with me. I was bouncing her up and down and singing "Little baby Ainsley" over and over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I said her name she would shriek and smile in delight. In case any of you are wondering, I still think babies are yucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little baby . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdTOUVYjoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/biM4D0OSCu8/s1600-h/IMG00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262266195047386754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdTOUVYjoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/biM4D0OSCu8/s320/IMG00125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AINSLEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdP233vgVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XS8hB9umd4A/s1600-h/IMG00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262493734994258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdP233vgVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XS8hB9umd4A/s320/IMG00130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun stuff!  Don't worry, I'll have more fun stuff soon!&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/4878645602092906622-6318413312896089622?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/6318413312896089622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=6318413312896089622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6318413312896089622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/6318413312896089622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/sensitivity-to-what.html' title='A sensitivity to WHAT???'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQdPi4r-J6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/7mcOb56vXLY/s72-c/IMG00119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4880284547263810946</id><published>2008-10-23T12:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:41:40.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Stress</title><content type='html'>First of all, thanks for all of the comments on my last post. It is fun to hear what you all think. Unfortunately, the state of the economy . . . fine! The state of my &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; bank account was making me stressed, so I returned the two tall ladies and the egg. I know most of you would have gone for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; bust, but I LOVE it, and she doesn't creep me out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I H-A-T-E paying full price for anything, and that is why I chose the egg. I'm pretty sure in a few months it will go on clearance and then I'll get it for half as much. The tall ladies, I liked them a lot, but they were still on the expensive end for me. Honestly, I'm not going to take any of this stuff with me when I die, so there isn't really a good reason to pay a lot of money for it, right? Clearance, clearance, clearance! I'm all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that this is my favorite Halloween decoration yet. It is on a house that I pass everyday on the way to and from work each day. I don't know exactly what it is about it that I love so much, but there you have it. I know it is kind of blurry . . . WHAT? There was someone sitting in that car while I taking a picture. I didn't want them to yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQDC4srkbhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVmE4uNaVwA/s1600-h/IMG00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418644091104786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQDC4srkbhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVmE4uNaVwA/s320/IMG00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassius (Clint and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ambrie's&lt;/span&gt; [my landlords] dog) is a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; enthusiastic greeter. He just loves the people so much! The other day I was wearing shorts and I noticed a line on my leg. I thought it was dirt and tried to wash it off but no luck. It &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; have had something to do with the fact that it wasn't dirt! I took me awhile to figure out what it was from. Yep. It is a "Welcome home! I love you and I can only express that by jumping!" bruise from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cashy&lt;/span&gt; claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQDC4a5K9oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8OEfdZQxgAA/s1600-h/IMG00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418639316317826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQDC4a5K9oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8OEfdZQxgAA/s320/IMG00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now. Sorry if my leg makes you uncomfortable. I think it is a kind of funny picture b/c look how small the things on the floor look! (I'm giggling about it right now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4880284547263810946?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4880284547263810946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4880284547263810946&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4880284547263810946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4880284547263810946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/financial-stress.html' title='Financial Stress'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SQDC4srkbhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZVmE4uNaVwA/s72-c/IMG00116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-3224589547513094579</id><published>2008-10-16T12:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:42:33.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, most of you know that I have a LOT of stuff, but I guess it just wasn't enough. There were still some bare spots in my apartment, so last night some friends and I went to Pier 1 and I did my thing! I don't think I have any skill with decorating (in case any of you think that I'm trying to brag.), I just get stuff that I think is fun/interesting and, most importantly, on clearance!&lt;br /&gt;I found these funky dogs awhile ago, but I wasn't willing to pay full price for them (I am hardly ever willing to pay full price on non essential items), so I waited. There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Basset&lt;/span&gt; Hound and an Afghan Hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look at the pictures, please remember that they are taken with a camera phone, thus some are pretty blurry. The pictures where the walls look white reflect the actual color of the dogs the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEyU95K4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OScvoAe3u2o/s1600-h/pairwithflash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257817090134977410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEyU95K4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OScvoAe3u2o/s320/pairwithflash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEpVV8maI/AAAAAAAAANY/y4tWxeOyEOE/s1600-h/bassettbody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816935617042850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEpVV8maI/AAAAAAAAANY/y4tWxeOyEOE/s320/bassettbody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEqAbbY2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/OBjGAXHmVsM/s1600-h/pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816947182756706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEqAbbY2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/OBjGAXHmVsM/s320/pair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESk9yXlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HTw1heW9ic4/s1600-h/bassett_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816544673685074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESk9yXlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HTw1heW9ic4/s320/bassett_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESMUIDQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DQQgmXkTaiM/s1600-h/afghan_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816538056494338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESMUIDQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DQQgmXkTaiM/s320/afghan_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESXLBvQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o1wuPLESt2U/s1600-h/afghan_neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816540971121922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESXLBvQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o1wuPLESt2U/s320/afghan_neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are these ladies. A splendid combination of ceramic and metal (and wood, but just as the base), I think they have a lot of character, especially for people without faces!!! Again, I've had my eyes on these for a few months. They were still on the more expensive end, but there were only two left, so I splurged. (No worries, I didn't cross the $20 line on either one.) This picture is particularly blurry, I'll try to get a better one during the daylight hours sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeF_NnzXxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N_5wNEAq3y0/s1600-h/da_ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257818411013201682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeF_NnzXxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N_5wNEAq3y0/s320/da_ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm big on texture, and glass. I love smooth glass (much better than jagged, trust me!) This paperweight &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; full price, but I needed some color, and you'll see why in a bit. It is heavy, smooth and cool. Holding it makes me feel very calm. I think it is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; perfect for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; sufferer, only thing is, it ISN'T round. Then it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEp1D86AI/AAAAAAAAANw/Wf9AkFgd1sY/s1600-h/egg_thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816944131500034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEp1D86AI/AAAAAAAAANw/Wf9AkFgd1sY/s320/egg_thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this lady. I did cross the $20 line with her, but I HAD to have her. There is a paperweight at an antique shop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; that will go well with this piece, and it was on clearance. I really love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/span&gt; stuff (Mom and Dad, if you want to include the "Book of the Dead" papyrus with the Acorn bedroom set when you die, I'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with that.) If you click on this first picture of (I call her Nefertiti, I know that isn't really who it is . . . ) you can see the reason the egg-paperweight was such a perfect choice. Leave a comment explaining why &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think it is such a good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEygAOy5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GibEmnYq-jc/s1600-h/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257817093097573266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEygAOy5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GibEmnYq-jc/s320/profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESax7v0I/AAAAAAAAANI/s3lcyES3XrU/s1600-h/another.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816541939613506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeESax7v0I/AAAAAAAAANI/s3lcyES3XrU/s320/another.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another, I want you to get the full effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeGdNIEWNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ezc3t1k_ggk/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257818926276171986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeGdNIEWNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ezc3t1k_ggk/s320/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The base is black wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I bet you are wondering, "how did she put this all together?" Keep on going, and you'll see!! I put the lemon trees up b/c they need to be somewhere semi-warm (aka, not out in the freezing cold) for the winter. I think I may need to find something live to go there when they go out next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;, but I've got a couple of months to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you think I have hideous taste, I'll be fine.  What matters is that I LOVE to look at this stuff.  Hey, it's my apartment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave comments, I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;hearing what you all think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeKUbNK3vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VdlACGkLEtQ/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257823173483355890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeKUbNK3vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VdlACGkLEtQ/s320/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEpgSrPuI/AAAAAAAAANg/OdZxlvii7Rg/s1600-h/cabinets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816938556112610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEpgSrPuI/AAAAAAAAANg/OdZxlvii7Rg/s320/cabinets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all (that it is appropriate for me to love!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;' BIRD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-3224589547513094579?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/3224589547513094579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=3224589547513094579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3224589547513094579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3224589547513094579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPeEyU95K4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OScvoAe3u2o/s72-c/pairwithflash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2495755832639275295</id><published>2008-10-13T12:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:11:13.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness</title><content type='html'>Sorry my blog is so random!  It is just that, I don't have my own camera, so I have to post when people get pictures to me.  So, LET'S GO!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYpQkfbjI/AAAAAAAAALg/QbG8j_NPOHM/s1600-h/August+and+september+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713024661581362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYpQkfbjI/AAAAAAAAALg/QbG8j_NPOHM/s320/August+and+september+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a golden lobster that is on the wall at the Thai Village.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; is from when Erica and I went there for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHANPvUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q8g0WRbLy4Y/s1600-h/September+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713535665192258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHANPvUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q8g0WRbLy4Y/s320/September+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kennecot&lt;/span&gt; Copper Mine.  I had never been before, and when my Mom came to visit Erica took us there.  I was so amazing.  I think I want to work in a copper mine . . . (Lauren, if you are laughing at me, I can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fire woman&lt;/span&gt;, forensic anthropologist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;egyptologist&lt;/span&gt;, frankincense harvester, firework &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;chemist&lt;/span&gt;, transfer specialist AND a copper mine worker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHb0KNaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3vh3qfj2oWA/s1600-h/September+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713543076165026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHb0KNaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3vh3qfj2oWA/s320/September+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bucket is HUGE (for those of you reading this blog who are blind), but I managed to lift it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHnS8LZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BEV0XgS5g2g/s1600-h/September+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713546158058898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHnS8LZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BEV0XgS5g2g/s320/September+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica, My Mom and Me in front of . . . the big tire. (Kudos to all of you who identified it before you read what it was.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Erica came to take me to the Thai Village for MY birthday (Lauren suggested we just go once and pay for the other person's meal, but then we only get to go ONCE).  We got all the way to American Fork only to find that it wasn't open yet!  It was 3:30 and they didn't open for dinner until 5:00.  We drove around, looking for good places and finally decided that the answer was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt;. (There wasn't a Denny's on the other corner though.  I know Don was wondering.)  This series of pictures is Erica trying to get a picture for me to put on my blog, but I was really tired and so I was being silly.  I was doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AMTM&lt;/span&gt; pose, just like at Erica's Birthday, but I was so entertained by myself that I burst out laughing.  Picture three is me, bursting.  Erica told me which moment she had caught on camera and I thought it was so funny, I laughed until I cried.  As I write this, it isn't very funny, but it sure was then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYpu-KCgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZbjdIhbS7mk/s1600-h/October+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713032822295042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYpu-KCgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZbjdIhbS7mk/s320/October+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYp74j3JI/AAAAAAAAALw/Tcz_ay979-o/s1600-h/October+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713036288482450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYp74j3JI/AAAAAAAAALw/Tcz_ay979-o/s320/October+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYqcPGToI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5y226O2mlGw/s1600-h/October+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713044972949122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYqcPGToI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5y226O2mlGw/s320/October+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYqL-0F_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/maOnYv9ZO_4/s1600-h/October+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713040609679346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYqL-0F_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/maOnYv9ZO_4/s320/October+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are my super-cute shoes that I bought.  I was getting breakfast at Einstein Bros Bagels and decided to take a picture for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHrxPFbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ijJP8ZwKBiM/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713547358868914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZHrxPFbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ijJP8ZwKBiM/s320/IMG00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my new winter boots.  I wore them for the first time today on my way to work.  Lauren said she probably wouldn't go to the L. L. Bean website to look at them, so I decided to put them on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZcTpUc4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/LqlR03SOUg8/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713901660468098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOZcTpUc4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/LqlR03SOUg8/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life!  It may seem weird to some of you who live structured lives, but I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;' BIRD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2495755832639275295?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2495755832639275295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2495755832639275295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2495755832639275295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2495755832639275295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-randomness.html' title='More Randomness'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SPOYpQkfbjI/AAAAAAAAALg/QbG8j_NPOHM/s72-c/August+and+september+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1955892200158862563</id><published>2008-10-08T13:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:21:43.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Various Hayden Sleeping Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hayden is a pretty funny dog, but I find him especially entertaining when he is sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden gets kind of annoyed when I stay uplate reading.  He usually sticks his nose under the blanket, but sometimes he just smooshes his head into whatever is most convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSNnx-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/L69F8iHrRCk/s1600-h/IMG00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863250175162914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSNnx-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/L69F8iHrRCk/s200/IMG00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times, he uses his paw to cover his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSZEx1NI/AAAAAAAAALY/AH3QIPKzCpw/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863253249578194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSZEx1NI/AAAAAAAAALY/AH3QIPKzCpw/s200/IMG00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure how this position is comfortable . . . Hayden seems to like it.  He sleeps like this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0EHp9601I/AAAAAAAAAKo/rzRoxXFn7gM/s1600-h/IMG00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254860869782393682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0EHp9601I/AAAAAAAAAKo/rzRoxXFn7gM/s200/IMG00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0EHugTHWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q3OxN9KA8Wg/s1600-h/IMG00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go, sticking his face under the blanket.  He does NOT like the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0EH2qI9XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0HSp6-Xn0qg/s1600-h/IMG00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254860873189094770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0EH2qI9XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0HSp6-Xn0qg/s200/IMG00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we have Cassius, who likes to sleep on the garage floor, but I convinced him to try the couch one day.  I'm not sure how he felt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSLFMO6I/AAAAAAAAALI/6ehjEVV9tPo/s1600-h/IMG00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863249493212066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSLFMO6I/AAAAAAAAALI/6ehjEVV9tPo/s200/IMG00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSPaeqbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2aT26sbAqDU/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863250656242098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSPaeqbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2aT26sbAqDU/s200/IMG00072.jpg" border="0" /&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/4878645602092906622-1955892200158862563?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1955892200158862563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1955892200158862563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1955892200158862563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1955892200158862563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/various-hayden-sleeping-pictures.html' title='Various Hayden Sleeping Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0GSNnx-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/L69F8iHrRCk/s72-c/IMG00069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-5046188845951163526</id><published>2008-10-08T12:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:01:29.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One day Cassius came out to the apartment to hang out with Hayden and me. It was a pretty chilly day, and apparently Cassius didn't want to lay on the cold floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BToLCDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wghfw3aUOdI/s1600-h/IMG00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857776924068946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BToLCDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wghfw3aUOdI/s200/IMG00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you can tell what hayden thinks of Cassius taking over the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BTjf33eI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kMv-8uScWW8/s1600-h/IMG00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857775669304802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BTjf33eI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kMv-8uScWW8/s200/IMG00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we all know which way Cassius is voting this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BT3fBaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f93Tkna9MlM/s1600-h/IMG00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857781034445282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BT3fBaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f93Tkna9MlM/s200/IMG00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a close up of Hayden. I think it's funny how saggy his face gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BTwr-AJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pUGTsrBCwQw/s1600-h/IMG00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857779209699474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BTwr-AJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pUGTsrBCwQw/s200/IMG00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a walk with Hayden last Sunday and I saw this HUGE squash hanging from a chainlink fence.  I took the picture with my hand in it for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BT2jepaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9EVHucU6yJc/s1600-h/squash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857780784702882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BT2jepaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9EVHucU6yJc/s200/squash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0C0csJcaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bSMko2NPJY4/s1600-h/squash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254859440289051042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0C0csJcaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bSMko2NPJY4/s200/squash1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sherrina and Monica got this bag for me for my birthday.  They also got me a yoga mat.  I love them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0AxujlNII/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lqd5pEX98H8/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857194522096770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0AxujlNII/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lqd5pEX98H8/s200/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you have probably already seen this.  I like to call it "Where's Hayden".  Can YOU spot the puppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Axyss_fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4sjbKh2sMxE/s1600-h/where"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857195634097650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Axyss_fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4sjbKh2sMxE/s200/where%27s+the+puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax8Sbf9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UoZAkvESd44/s1600-h/There+he+is!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857198208253906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax8Sbf9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UoZAkvESd44/s200/There+he+is!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax9I6sOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bhiLwF0cv8g/s1600-h/cuteness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857198436790498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax9I6sOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bhiLwF0cv8g/s200/cuteness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?  He gets cold in morning.  I'm up and getting ready, so I let him use the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax5xhz9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/1llAU5TdPgg/s1600-h/Hayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254857197533384658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0Ax5xhz9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/1llAU5TdPgg/s200/Hayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, look at that face.  It is just SO precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-5046188845951163526?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/5046188845951163526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5046188845951163526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5046188845951163526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5046188845951163526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SO0BToLCDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wghfw3aUOdI/s72-c/IMG00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2196590096241727419</id><published>2008-10-07T12:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:01:14.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!  I had a birthday!</title><content type='html'>My friend, Alyssa, threw me a surprise party at my favorite restaurant, Carrabba's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SOuwRJSqkII/AAAAAAAAAI4/GtnXbWGjXc8/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254487198856286338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SOuwRJSqkII/AAAAAAAAAI4/GtnXbWGjXc8/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrina, Monica, (There I am!) and Heather are my co-workers who came.  As soon as I get more pictures of the event, I'll post them.  I was very flattered that Alyssa took the time to plan this for me, and that people came!  I think of people as my firends, but I'm not sure if they always feel the same way and so this just made me feel so loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2196590096241727419?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2196590096241727419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2196590096241727419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2196590096241727419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2196590096241727419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-i-had-birthday.html' title='YAY!  I had a birthday!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SOuwRJSqkII/AAAAAAAAAI4/GtnXbWGjXc8/s72-c/IMG_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-961406534833267708</id><published>2008-09-17T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:34:30.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>The marvelous institution that I work for has "Wolverine Wednesday", where we are supposed to wear green, or UVU apparel.  Josh forgot that it was Wolverine Wednesday, so I was kind enough to loan him my UVU Hoodie.  I think the pictures say it all.  Josh is a great guy, and my buddy.  I am so glad I was able to help him out of a tough spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFayBavNeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TwKlcNHvG4A/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074856283878882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFayBavNeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TwKlcNHvG4A/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFaz-oYN_I/AAAAAAAAAII/aseM3SpLzR4/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074889895524338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFaz-oYN_I/AAAAAAAAAII/aseM3SpLzR4/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFa0ddPK-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0r0mivjI1C8/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074898170293218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFa0ddPK-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0r0mivjI1C8/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you don't think the pink is a nice touch . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-961406534833267708?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/961406534833267708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=961406534833267708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/961406534833267708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/961406534833267708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/09/wolverine-wednesday.html' title='Wolverine Wednesday!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SNFayBavNeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TwKlcNHvG4A/s72-c/IMG_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-5157928049472145611</id><published>2008-09-15T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:02:09.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tikki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tikki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tembo&lt;/span&gt;-no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rembo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ruchi&lt;/span&gt;-pip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;peri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pembo&lt;/span&gt; (AKA Ricky, or Erica for you boring people) celebrated her birthday on September 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, even though it isn't until the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We've decided to start a tradition of going to the Thai Village in American Fork for her birthday . . . and mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyD9b4cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1NOZYPBFV_U/s1600-h/Erica+enthusiasticlly+eating+September+6,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246322791012884930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyD9b4cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1NOZYPBFV_U/s320/Erica+enthusiasticlly+eating+September+6,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Erica eating her meal at OUR table. It is the same table we ate at last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyQgsW8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jfwgxsYFiL8/s1600-h/Water+can+be+so+refershing+Erica+Semptermber+6,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246322794381990850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyQgsW8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/jfwgxsYFiL8/s320/Water+can+be+so+refershing+Erica+Semptermber+6,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had cool shaped ice cubes, so Erica wanted a picture of her drinking from her glass, plus, sometimes water just tastes so good, you wish you could remember that particular glass forever. Now Ricky Can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyogN_zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Pu_rDSInqjo/s1600-h/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246322800822452018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyogN_zI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Pu_rDSInqjo/s320/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, me . . . with out any food . . .Hey, these pictures are NOT in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chronological&lt;/span&gt; order. Chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyxZY_gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/85UrTRWTXL4/s1600-h/Jennifer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246322803209731586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyxZY_gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/85UrTRWTXL4/s320/Jennifer%27s+America%27s+next+top+model+pose+September+6,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6woeW0NUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m5K1PXfPL10/s1600-h/Another+of+Jennifer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246324825323222338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6woeW0NUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/m5K1PXfPL10/s320/Another+of+Jennifer%27s+America%27s+next+top+model+pose+September+6,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who watch America's Next Top Model; Do you recognize my look? I am smiling with my eyes, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; says. If they ever make a "Little People's America's Next Top Not Really Thin Model", I've got it in the bag!  (Is someone sending these to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uzOM9CuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3-vHda1p-8/s1600-h/Jennifer+and+Erica+at+the+2nd+annual+birthday+dinner+September+6,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246322810942196450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uzOM9CuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3-vHda1p-8/s320/Jennifer+and+Erica+at+the+2nd+annual+birthday+dinner+September+6,+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erica and Me, with our food. I always get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Massaman&lt;/span&gt; Curry. At the Thai Village, they cut their veggies into really cool shapes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;' BIRD for now.&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/4878645602092906622-5157928049472145611?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/5157928049472145611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=5157928049472145611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5157928049472145611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/5157928049472145611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/09/tikki-tikki-tembo-no-sa-rembo-chari.html' title='Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SM6uyD9b4cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1NOZYPBFV_U/s72-c/Erica+enthusiasticlly+eating+September+6,+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-8407336221918801919</id><published>2008-09-12T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:00:20.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game . . . Meaning Baseball.</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long, I go through dry spells. Once again, pictures are thanks to Monica. With out her, I would have to use more stock photos. Yick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening. School started, I'm taking a math class, yoga, and aerobics. Unfortunately, it seems that aerobics falls into the catagory of activities Jennifer shouldn't do b/c it exacerbates her pelvic pain. I am thinking about adding a second yoga class instead. I am really enjoying yoga, it isn't easy, but it is fun. I feel bad for my classmates because I sweat a lot. Thanks for the genes Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;Here we go with the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4Su-_5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Frmrdy_9x_w/s1600-h/dave_and_bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242078127914898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4Su-_5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Frmrdy_9x_w/s320/dave_and_bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my friend Dave. He is 6' 5". For those of you who don't kwow, I am 4' 9". Yes, that is short enough to make me a little person, yes I can get a handicapped sticker, I don't know if it is hard being short b/c I've never been tall. Nothing to compare it too. Does that answer everyone's questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4ut-JfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4q4TK7naCbc/s1600-h/baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242085639857650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4ut-JfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4q4TK7naCbc/s320/baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night for a baseball game, eh? Except I got a bug bite. I HATE BUG BITES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4x3TApI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OalHWLtG0SY/s1600-h/batter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242086484279954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4x3TApI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OalHWLtG0SY/s320/batter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, this is number 15, at bat . . . that is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX5WPcncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nQPhF79SYLM/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242096249249218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX5WPcncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nQPhF79SYLM/s320/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look like Dave and I are having a TON of fun? I actually did have fun, as for Dave, you'd have to ask him. Dave just told me it was fun for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX5vjzQbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LeGNLzaqxY8/s1600-h/oh_la_la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242103045505458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX5vjzQbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LeGNLzaqxY8/s320/oh_la_la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. I was trying to stay squised up in my seat b/c I had some serious pelvic pain, but those seats are narrow. I put my arm on the back of Dave's seat to try and keep myself balanced. He thought I was putting the moves on him. Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-8407336221918801919?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/8407336221918801919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=8407336221918801919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8407336221918801919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8407336221918801919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/09/game-meaning-baseball.html' title='The Game . . . Meaning Baseball.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrX4Su-_5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Frmrdy_9x_w/s72-c/dave_and_bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-8707684583629631080</id><published>2008-09-12T14:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:53:59.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy's getting married</title><content type='html'>Mindy is my Supervisor, but I think we are friends too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Technically, she is married now, but she wasn't when these pictures were taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrWTQQHtdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bJvkpOc68uE/s1600-h/SEP_05_2008_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240342294803922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrWTQQHtdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bJvkpOc68uE/s320/SEP_05_2008_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (Jennifer), Shantelle, Mindy and Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrWTonSR1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/b-0vj3Tgdms/s1600-h/SEP_05_2008_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240348834416466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrWTonSR1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/b-0vj3Tgdms/s320/SEP_05_2008_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, If you can't tell that these are the same people as from above . . . I don't know how to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTx1nfNoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2-4Jk1mMVsQ/s1600-h/Mindy_2_SEP_10_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245237569186117250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTx1nfNoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2-4Jk1mMVsQ/s320/Mindy_2_SEP_10_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Mindy opening a slightly risque present from Monica, Sherrina and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTyegmowI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hPjc1pyB1Qk/s1600-h/Liz_SEP_10_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245237580163097346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTyegmowI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hPjc1pyB1Qk/s320/Liz_SEP_10_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz Childs chekin' out the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTytJTd0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RCgyK8NnyfQ/s1600-h/Mindy_3_SEP_10_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245237584091903810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTytJTd0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RCgyK8NnyfQ/s320/Mindy_3_SEP_10_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the office crowd. Starting in the back, going from left to right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, Stacy, RayNette, Kathy, Lexi, Sherrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy, Melissa, Heather, Jess, Me, Shantelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brienne and Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTzJJUIcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fsZvulBgsDk/s1600-h/Mindy_1_SEP_10_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245237591608140226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrTzJJUIcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fsZvulBgsDk/s320/Mindy_1_SEP_10_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting in the back, left to right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz, Stacy, RayNette, my head, Jess, Sherrina (standing), Shantelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mindy, Brienne, Melissa, Heather, my head again (look at those buggy eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam and Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-8707684583629631080?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/8707684583629631080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=8707684583629631080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8707684583629631080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8707684583629631080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/09/mindys-getting-married.html' title='Mindy&apos;s getting married'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SMrWTQQHtdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bJvkpOc68uE/s72-c/SEP_05_2008_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-7399102574098179611</id><published>2008-08-24T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:28:29.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm IN!!!</title><content type='html'>I think I have officially been accepted into my ward.  Oh, sure, they read my records in a couple of weeks ago, and I got a calling, but as of today, I know I'm in!  You may ask yourself, "What happened that Jennifer finnally feels like this is offical?"  Well, I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Visiting teachers.  That is not what did it for me though . . . The ladies in Relief Society are setting me up on blind dates.  That is how I know it is for real!  They would never try to set me up with their brothers, sons, nephews etc. unlesss they thought I was one of them.  So there we go!  I don't know how I'll be able to tell once I'm married . . . . maybe they will have me over for dinner.  I think that is what they do with non-single people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new favorite artist too.  Her name is Kate Nash and I think she is HILARIOUS.  Don't worry, I'll let you all know how the blind dates go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-7399102574098179611?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/7399102574098179611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=7399102574098179611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7399102574098179611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/7399102574098179611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in.html' title='I&apos;m IN!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-3193183537059284263</id><published>2008-08-12T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:24:18.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See Mom &amp; Dad, I do have friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea! I have a life.&lt;br /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704293146950610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaU0R1-9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uk0-xhSKSNY/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my office people. Starting in the back, from left to right, we've got: Kathy, Sherrina, Mindy (-kins), Brienne, Liz (in the brown shirt), Pam, Jess &amp;amp; Doug.  Front row: Monica, ME (Jennifer) &amp;amp; Ali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday night I went to a Demolition Derby with my friends Dave, Monica, Gavin, Jess and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaVdq5GiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GtEQGtREpxc/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704304257866274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaVdq5GiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GtEQGtREpxc/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first shot is me and Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaVjxkOBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PSi2ArwEnCI/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704305896470546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaVjxkOBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PSi2ArwEnCI/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica and her husband Gavin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaWCpLsiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S1413Las3a0/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704314182808098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaWCpLsiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S1413Las3a0/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Monica (and Gavin is in there too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaWWqWHDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DRkb5b_6pLs/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704319556394034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaWWqWHDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DRkb5b_6pLs/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Dave's previous roommates (?) Monica had a picture of him, so I posted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc2gIp9MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k4Jdq7h7oBc/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233707070878512322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc2gIp9MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k4Jdq7h7oBc/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess and her husband Nick. This was my first time meeting Nick. He's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3sqkGXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pd9ySnDkZ2k/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233707091421829490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3sqkGXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pd9ySnDkZ2k/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This car got pushed through the dirt wall, it was really cool and, well, I think I'm lucky to have seen it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3AYyQQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0kZ4ssWl0bs/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233707079536099586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3AYyQQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0kZ4ssWl0bs/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave and I got to play musical chairs. We didn't win the grand prize because one of the kids playing totally cheated. I'm not even kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3SuL5WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IT9-vxwaRuY/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233707084457698658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHc3SuL5WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IT9-vxwaRuY/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get the "Grand" prize, but come on, these are pretty "Grand"! Maybe I'll go to a ball sometime and wear this . . . Oh, wait! Dave convinced his friend to trade a t-shirt for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visor. It didn't fit my little head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHhbrwQW7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fmCG3xH0QmI/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233712107699067826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHhbrwQW7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fmCG3xH0QmI/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did try to make the visor work for me . . . it squished my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHhcGzq_DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Sdny_NjxMcE/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233712114961153074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHhcGzq_DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Sdny_NjxMcE/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess, Me and Monica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHimyUSz2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8kueVAppNjI/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233713397951024994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHimyUSz2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8kueVAppNjI/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, the casualties of war.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now kids.  I'll beef it up a little later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-3193183537059284263?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/3193183537059284263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=3193183537059284263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3193183537059284263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/3193183537059284263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-mom-dad-i-do-have-friends.html' title='See Mom &amp; Dad, I do have friends!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SKHaU0R1-9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uk0-xhSKSNY/s72-c/IMG_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4321188511154482620</id><published>2008-08-05T12:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:22:38.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren made me do it.</title><content type='html'>1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4321188511154482620?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4321188511154482620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4321188511154482620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4321188511154482620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4321188511154482620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/08/lauren-made-me-do-it.html' title='Lauren made me do it.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-4397484334850780534</id><published>2008-07-25T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:12:29.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much is new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SIod9OtPCuI/AAAAAAAAADw/ACTfB4c3uLc/s1600-h/knee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227023255273933538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SIod9OtPCuI/AAAAAAAAADw/ACTfB4c3uLc/s320/knee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just in case I have really devoted people who check my blog regularly . . . not much is new. At work we've switched from sending paper evaluation forms out to departments to sending electronic evaluation forms. SO MUCH FUN! It really isn't bad, but like any new thing it takes time to get used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still reading a lot of books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I know! I tore up the carpet in my bedroom yesterday. I was using a crowbar thing to take up the tack strips and I hammered the crowbar, it slipped and cut my knee. The cut is . . . 3/4 of an inch long (I just measured it). Then I was cleaning my bathroom and, not thinking, I was kneeling to clean the floor when I noticed blood all over where I had been kneeling. What???? You didn't know cuts bled either? So relieved, because I thought I was the only one who didn't know that. Ha Ha. Just poking fun at my self for not thinking through the whole "cut on the knee" thing. Since I still don't have a digital camera (Student loans and medical bills come first!), I've attached a picture I found online. Just so everyone can relate better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-4397484334850780534?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/4397484334850780534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=4397484334850780534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4397484334850780534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/4397484334850780534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much-is-new.html' title='Not much is new'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SIod9OtPCuI/AAAAAAAAADw/ACTfB4c3uLc/s72-c/knee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1888867901242517940</id><published>2008-07-13T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:28:03.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and a request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. New stuff in the life of BIRD: I have just transitioned to working a four day week rather than a five day week. It is not to save energy, it is just something that that our department is doing. We have some people taking Monday off and some taking Friday off. It is true that some Utah State offices are only open four days a week to save on energy costs, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pelvic pain is back. Not quite in all of its glory, but it is there and annoying. I finally took some pain killers, thus admitting that it is back. I will call the doctor on Monday and see what they have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the fun stuff. I am NOT planning on dying anytime soon (what 24 year old does?) but nor do I plan on living forever. We live in a crazy world and I want things to be in order when I die. Yes, I said when, not if. Like I said, I don't plan on living forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the question. Is there anything in particular that any of you feel like you want when I die? The Government already pretty much owns my brother (He is in the Navy) and I'd rather not leave them all of my worldly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;. I have some plans for Hayden and his future, should he still be alive when I die. Please don't freak out. I am just getting ready. Mom and Dad are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beneficiaries&lt;/span&gt; for life insurance. I think I will have them put it into a trust fund for the grandkids (theirs, not mine) to use for college education. I don't know what happens with a 401k when you die, but all of my investments have lost value this past quarter, so there isn't much there. I will do some research on what happens with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of some of my possessions that will need to be dealt with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hayden (like I said, I have an Idea of what to do with him, if he is still around, but still willing to hear what you all think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my swirl sculpture (Probably going to Kristin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all of my black and white pictures . . . (hey, once I die they might be worth a lot of money. It happens to a lot of artists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of my portfolio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My books (Picture, juvenile fiction, young adult fiction, adult fiction and other)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extra-long twin bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;star quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;patchwork quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My PEI painting (my only piece of real art that is not by me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Goggles (not yours Dave!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entertainment center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall bookshelf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little bookshelf from Grampy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Precious Moments figurine that Grammy and Grampy gave me for my 8th birthday (my baptism present)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewlery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The star Mobiles that were Grammy K's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My glass ball collection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little tiny couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall people Statues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lemon trees (Probably for Clint and Ambrie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My MP3 player &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Blankie and Buzz (for those of you who have no idea to what I am referring, it's probably better that way.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new Blankie that Mrs. Claus made for me last year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes (dinner plates, salad plates and bowls, plus glasses)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silverware set (it is good stuff! Not your typical college student cheap stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grammy K's sewing machine and my other sewing stuff (self-healing mat and Rotary Cutter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The acorn bedroom set . . . Just kidding Dad. I know it isn' mine . . . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all I can think of. I would like you to think about this for yourselves, but also please includ your children. I want to know what my Nieces and Nephews would like. Those of you that I work with, remember that my family is in Vermont and probably won't want to ship all of my stuff out there, so I want to hear from you too! I know that it is not a lot. Afterall, I am only 24 and I don't have a house, or children. &lt;strong&gt;This is just in case&lt;/strong&gt;. As time goes by and I accumulate more stuff that I can't take with me when I die, I will update my will accordingly. If there is anything not on this list that you are interested in, just let me know. I am going to try to make it so that you can post comments to this blog post. Please don't freak out about this, but also please don't ignore it. I am serious about making up a will and I would be really sad if you all say you don't want any of it. Once again, I AM NOT PLANNING ON DYING. But think how much easier it will be once I do have more stuff if I already have started a will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is it for now. I hope you all take this as it is meant to be taken. Just a preparatory measure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da' BIRD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-1888867901242517940?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1888867901242517940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1888867901242517940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1888867901242517940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1888867901242517940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-and-request.html' title='Update and a request'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-8468614331849018399</id><published>2008-07-03T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:12:33.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Valley State College To Utah Valley UNIVERSITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08Rbl7m6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/fHCnBSwuPr8/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893813354568610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08Rbl7m6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/fHCnBSwuPr8/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08QXzeYwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dl7h7aQlq4k/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893795157762818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08QXzeYwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dl7h7aQlq4k/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08QgYGNRI/AAAAAAAAACA/I9E9R1664bA/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893797458851090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08QgYGNRI/AAAAAAAAACA/I9E9R1664bA/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08REztb2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Unoyptjwpeo/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893807238344546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08REztb2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Unoyptjwpeo/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09C1c8YmI/AAAAAAAAADA/eBF3aY6jeT8/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894662109782626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09C1c8YmI/AAAAAAAAADA/eBF3aY6jeT8/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08R3_cI9I/AAAAAAAAACY/ocD9BXhDcRg/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218893820977750994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08R3_cI9I/AAAAAAAAACY/ocD9BXhDcRg/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09BhGVHQI/AAAAAAAAACg/DQaseOn5kBk/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894639466355970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09BhGVHQI/AAAAAAAAACg/DQaseOn5kBk/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09ByHA3BI/AAAAAAAAACo/no7raAk0c78/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894644032625682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09ByHA3BI/AAAAAAAAACo/no7raAk0c78/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09CdfbSdI/AAAAAAAAACw/8_6khaZfdIs/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894655677745618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09CdfbSdI/AAAAAAAAACw/8_6khaZfdIs/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you considering a blog, think carefully.  It can become an obsession . . . an annoying one.  If anyone can give me hints as to how to put pictures on easier, PLEASE tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a series of pictures documenting my activities for June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and July 1st.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UVSC&lt;/span&gt; held "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UVUphoria&lt;/span&gt;", an event celebrating our transition to University&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09CiDVNsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E3Q2oaiVOZA/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218894656902084290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG09CiDVNsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E3Q2oaiVOZA/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; status.  There was a concert with Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gracin&lt;/span&gt;, Colin Raye and Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nicols&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica and I went together.  We didn't get off of work until 5:15 and gates opened at 5:30.  There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mondo&lt;/span&gt; line, but because of our VIP status . . . fine, we cut in line.  As you can see from the first picture, cutting has advantages.  Look at how close we were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The babe in the yellow shirt is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ambrie&lt;/span&gt;.  (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; a picture).  Then Monica and me.  (I'm the one in the green shirt) Oh, Monica is my co-worker . . .  (sigh) fine, and friend.  Just kidding, I am glad we are friends.  This is a picture of Clint . . . he took it himself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture is Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gracin&lt;/span&gt;.  Since you now know what he looks like, I don't need to document which pictures are of him.  The guy with the Aviator sunglasses smokes, but I still thought he was cute.  Plus, I am &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; sure he doesn't use hair gel.  Monica was kind enough to take a multitude of pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-YoafqLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L6Y87__vO2U/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896136078600370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-YoafqLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L6Y87__vO2U/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-YU_0qtI/AAAAAAAAADI/D9ubxIadHmo/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896130866457298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-YU_0qtI/AAAAAAAAADI/D9ubxIadHmo/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Monica and her sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brette&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have the bull from H-E-double hockey sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't really tell from the picture, but there was this huge inflatable bull (with horns, maybe we should call him Devil Bull, DB for short.) when they set off this "V" (we assume it stands for the "V" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it looked like it was coming out of his head, and the fire works were red and yellow (for those who are slow, these are also the main colors of fire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, bed at 12:30AM on the 1st, then at work by 8:00AM.  Our office went to the library ribbon cutting ceremony.  It was dang hot.  As you can see from the pictures, we started out in metal folding chairs, but when I asked Monica if the sweat on my back was soaking through my shirt, and the guy behind me said, and I quote (hence the quotation marks) "&lt;strong&gt;Gross&lt;/strong&gt;", we moved to the shade.  The people in the first picture are (left to right); Monica, Melinda, Mindy and Ali.  All co-workers of mine (Mindy is my supervisor).  The picture of me is more than it appears at first glance.  It is actually a picture of me with the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; logos.  Ha! Caught y'all with that one, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-Zf-5yXI/AAAAAAAAADg/fExJfNkNcG0/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896150995257714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-Zf-5yXI/AAAAAAAAADg/fExJfNkNcG0/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-Y8VoACI/AAAAAAAAADY/eVbJDCzm1NA/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896141426884642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-Y8VoACI/AAAAAAAAADY/eVbJDCzm1NA/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-ZpM1v4I/AAAAAAAAADo/SOWmpoIvTwY/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896153469632386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG0-ZpM1v4I/AAAAAAAAADo/SOWmpoIvTwY/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt; (The Prophet of our day and President of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints) was there to give the dedicatory prayer.  The Minister from The Church of Christ gave the opening prayer.  During the dedicatory prayer this guy (I call him sideshow Bob, a reference from The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;) yelled "what about separation of church and state?"  I thought it was funny, 'cause he missed the fact that there were actually representatives from several faiths on the stand, which was reserved for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;VIP's&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyhow, this is a long blog, but it was a busy couple of days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Monica for letting me use her camera, and her pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;' BIRD&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/4878645602092906622-8468614331849018399?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/8468614331849018399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=8468614331849018399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8468614331849018399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/8468614331849018399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah-valley-state-college-to-utah.html' title='Utah Valley State College To Utah Valley UNIVERSITY'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SG08Rbl7m6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/fHCnBSwuPr8/s72-c/IMG_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-1058982174041943729</id><published>2008-06-27T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:12:34.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, this is me, working on the white house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clint wants to strip it, so we are! Ambrie is not allowed, due to her preggie status.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWaOoX7xPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5RP_2grxLqA/s1600-h/Handsome+Dog+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216745319525238002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWaOoX7xPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5RP_2grxLqA/s320/Handsome+Dog+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait! Introductions. I am me. I live in a studio apartment located on the backside of a garage. The garage is attached to a house (SURPRISE!) owned by Clint and Ambrie Gordon-Carroll. They own Cassius, a black lab/golden retriever/chow mix. Cassius and Hayden are really good buds, as are their owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clint, also working on the white house &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWbkPGo7LI/AAAAAAAAABY/08il8NNuPEA/s1600-h/Handsome+Dog+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216746790210563250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWbkPGo7LI/AAAAAAAAABY/08il8NNuPEA/s320/Handsome+Dog+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWbkZ1CghI/AAAAAAAAABg/vl73k8uka7k/s1600-h/Handsome+Dog+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216746793089532434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWbkZ1CghI/AAAAAAAAABg/vl73k8uka7k/s320/Handsome+Dog+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Cassius. Wonderful, cu&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWcFjsyo-I/AAAAAAAAABo/W2QV0KYOAcA/s1600-h/Handsome+Dog+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747362674975714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWcFjsyo-I/AAAAAAAAABo/W2QV0KYOAcA/s320/Handsome+Dog+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ddly Cassius.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWcFx5ivKI/AAAAAAAAABw/8IsI8EfR6zw/s1600-h/Handsome+Dog+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747366486555810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWcFx5ivKI/AAAAAAAAABw/8IsI8EfR6zw/s320/Handsome+Dog+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to get Ambrie to get on the other side of the camera so Y'all can meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da' BIRD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-1058982174041943729?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/1058982174041943729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=1058982174041943729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1058982174041943729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/1058982174041943729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/06/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SGWaOoX7xPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5RP_2grxLqA/s72-c/Handsome+Dog+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-2701202710900839594</id><published>2008-06-27T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:52:02.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>day of days</title><content type='html'>So, today I was asked to help the Graduation department prepare the new Utah Valley University diplomas for mailing on July first.  One of my duties was to put honors stickers on the diplomas.  I got the Honors and High Honors stickers on and sealed the diplomas in their envelopes only to discover I had mixed the two up!  I had to open the envelopes, fix the diplomas and get new address labels printed.  I felt so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-2701202710900839594?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/2701202710900839594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=2701202710900839594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2701202710900839594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/2701202710900839594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-days.html' title='day of days'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878645602092906622.post-401689666537136401</id><published>2008-06-23T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:12:35.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0la9hp8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4uIazVcMeB8/s1600-h/P1010145_itA_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215155817248040898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0la9hp8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4uIazVcMeB8/s320/P1010145_itA_005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to those of you who know me well, you may be wondering how I am going to have a blog. I mean, what fun is a blog with no pictures? NONE AT ALL. I am planning on buying a new camera with my stimulus check. Thanks Mr. President! Until then, here are some older pictures that Y'all might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. In case you can't tell, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my dog. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0lhHExjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-kkAE6BWCSo/s1600-h/P1010099_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215155818898703922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0lhHExjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-kkAE6BWCSo/s320/P1010099_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(And I like to dress him up.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0l6CVf6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_RJkMuZg0Cc/s1600-h/P1010161_itA_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215155825589714850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0l6CVf6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_RJkMuZg0Cc/s320/P1010161_itA_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0laxsPLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PyGOqUvH5oU/s1600-h/P1010081_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215155817198402738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0laxsPLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PyGOqUvH5oU/s320/P1010081_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0ltBdnbI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cv7f9jsQE1s/s1600-h/P1160018_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215155822096391602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0ltBdnbI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cv7f9jsQE1s/s320/P1160018_050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878645602092906622-401689666537136401?l=birdite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/feeds/401689666537136401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878645602092906622&amp;postID=401689666537136401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/401689666537136401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878645602092906622/posts/default/401689666537136401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdite.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-to-those-of-you-who-know-me-well-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01895613297058638038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SRsxc0iXsLI/AAAAAAAAATg/96MzF3hE-Fo/S220/Jennifer+September+06,+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvuStT7BrmU/SF_0la9hp8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4uIazVcMeB8/s72-c/P1010145_itA_005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
