<?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-6799904927368617923</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:16:24.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasured Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-439390343723274750</id><published>2012-01-05T12:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:49:22.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Me</title><content type='html'>I love the start of a new year. I love fresh beginnings, re-do's, and start overs. Isn't that what this life is about? Anyway, one of my New Year's resolutions is to be a more positive person. It's kind of sad that this is on my list because I actually used to be a very positive thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year, I'm not doing too well and it's only the 5th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even that! Think positively, Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start over: So far, I can do better!! It's been a tad difficult with the stresses that come with life, the weather that is as dull as can be, and I'm doing this mean, nasty Biggest Loser thing. I could go on and on. But, I won't. I am now a positive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will try my dangdest to see the good in every situation. I will try to do the happy dance instead of wallow or fume. If you'd like to know what the happy dance is, I'll show you sometime (it's no big deal). I learned it from this &lt;a href="http://www.mormonwomen.com/2011/03/31/your-trial-is-your-greatest-treasure/"&gt;amazing woman &lt;/a&gt;who lives in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take the council of our dear prophets and find joy in the journey, happiness in service, gratitude for everything, and peace through my Savior, Jesus Christ &lt;del&gt;and by snarfing chocolate&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this today and love it...it helps me to remember to be grateful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-HhDXOBSJU/TwX5yt0lbUI/AAAAAAAABP4/PlWvKyisE5E/s1600/Dark%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694231953568787778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-HhDXOBSJU/TwX5yt0lbUI/AAAAAAAABP4/PlWvKyisE5E/s320/Dark%2Broom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-439390343723274750?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/439390343723274750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=439390343723274750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/439390343723274750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/439390343723274750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-me.html' title='A New Me'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-HhDXOBSJU/TwX5yt0lbUI/AAAAAAAABP4/PlWvKyisE5E/s72-c/Dark%2Broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-9155080458576267747</id><published>2011-11-15T12:21:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:49:29.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>It has been way too long since I've dropped by. I guess I was just in a funk or something just as depressing/boring. Plus, I was a little addicted to watching the TV show of Alias on DVD. All 5 seasons, in less than two weeks' time, but that's normal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to share a little secret. OK, maybe not a secret at all to most, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com"&gt;PINTEREST&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive!!! I am looking forward to enjoying and living life again. It's been a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm still me. I still think that Armageddon and the Apocalypse are coming and that we're all gonna die, but now I can wait for them with crafts, fun, and inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdG1XMZuAs0/TsK-61UJ8xI/AAAAAAAABPs/pUYMWeZibQs/s1600/shelves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdG1XMZuAs0/TsK-61UJ8xI/AAAAAAAABPs/pUYMWeZibQs/s320/shelves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308398393553682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about this website is how cheaply I can do it all! Now, I just need more space to put everything I want to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_Km0tQCQMM/TsK-yNfEzcI/AAAAAAAABPg/Tgubb3aRw6Q/s1600/headboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_Km0tQCQMM/TsK-yNfEzcI/AAAAAAAABPg/Tgubb3aRw6Q/s320/headboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675308250262982082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Zack...are you going out of town anytime soon? Ha, ha! No worries-ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone can post stuff to this website...visitor be forewarned. Every once in a while, something not nice is posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-9155080458576267747?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/9155080458576267747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=9155080458576267747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9155080458576267747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9155080458576267747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/11/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdG1XMZuAs0/TsK-61UJ8xI/AAAAAAAABPs/pUYMWeZibQs/s72-c/shelves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7349171278282547241</id><published>2011-08-19T12:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:24:44.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off in dreamland...again</title><content type='html'>This is my dream: &lt;a href="http://laketownutah.com/"&gt;Laketown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I would love to have a home in Laketown...or at least some place like unto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous summers and hermit-like winters. It's super secluded which equals AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about as anti-social as one can get. &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is my problem??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even &lt;/em&gt;if it meant a smaller home. As in only 3 bedrooms (as long as the boys' room was &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a few horses as I am now a professional horse rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eroYzwL6rLo/Tk68DuT6NxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/PXFa_jHFu-A/s1600/DSCF5822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642654155298977554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eroYzwL6rLo/Tk68DuT6NxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/PXFa_jHFu-A/s320/DSCF5822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;big&gt;SEE?!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFcMTwxOHS4/Tk6-woPBN0I/AAAAAAAABPY/CR4H7sdOP0c/s1600/DSCF5839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642657125785220930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFcMTwxOHS4/Tk6-woPBN0I/AAAAAAAABPY/CR4H7sdOP0c/s320/DSCF5839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I just want the land and the solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So badly, it almost hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, until that elusive day comes, I'll just traumatize my dear husband with reconstruction of our backyard to fit in as much garden as possible. The poor guy. I know that his blood pressure stats just went through the roof while reading this post. Too bad he's not going out of town anytime soon so he can miss the whole mess. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7349171278282547241?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7349171278282547241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7349171278282547241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7349171278282547241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7349171278282547241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-off-in-dreamlandagain.html' title='I&apos;m off in dreamland...again'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eroYzwL6rLo/Tk68DuT6NxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/PXFa_jHFu-A/s72-c/DSCF5822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-504559082261441794</id><published>2011-07-28T20:45:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:04:51.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitland Visit 2011</title><content type='html'>Zack's parents generously invite us to use their cabin and we like to generously accept said offer. So, this summer's vacation was spent there. We like to relax, go swimming, go hiking, ride the ATVs, drive 40 minutes just to drag Main Street in the thriving metropolis of Duchesne (not even one traffic light in town), and do a few other things here &amp;amp; there. We also celebrated Scotty's 7th birthday while we were there and enjoyed a thunderstorm or two. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky was the 1st off the high dive - ever the 1st child syndrome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moh3RKyrTV4/TjMKNiHbhGI/AAAAAAAABN4/GhNmjkvsL4c/s1600/DSCF5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634858786383168610 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moh3RKyrTV4/TjMKNiHbhGI/AAAAAAAABN4/GhNmjkvsL4c/s320/DSCF5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be out performed, Mikey tried the diving board for the 1st time ever and immediately went to the high dive. Mamma's so proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KiySouqGGA/TjMLUararxI/AAAAAAAABOA/maZxr-Gg1AA/s1600/DSCF5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634860004157337362 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KiySouqGGA/TjMLUararxI/AAAAAAAABOA/maZxr-Gg1AA/s320/DSCF5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy's 1st time without a life jacket - baby's all growd up, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2taQZ3iHw/TjMLu1UeiCI/AAAAAAAABOI/Wl-b9npBjrY/s1600/DSCF5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634860457985476642 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2taQZ3iHw/TjMLu1UeiCI/AAAAAAAABOI/Wl-b9npBjrY/s320/DSCF5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's 1st time ever off a diving board - so brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4a2cb6838e455ca" 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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4a2cb6838e455ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3D2E3E6E861FA9F75C0DEA9ECED2FA5A565A3B.52E3C4AD3D9CB2D52B2E510409731E1AE074CB20%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4a2cb6838e455ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV27DpEgcyV7bY4gD1_VzUKPIJz0&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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4a2cb6838e455ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3D2E3E6E861FA9F75C0DEA9ECED2FA5A565A3B.52E3C4AD3D9CB2D52B2E510409731E1AE074CB20%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4a2cb6838e455ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV27DpEgcyV7bY4gD1_VzUKPIJz0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily only likes the shallow end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNM7Qif0UcE/TjMNlkFl-XI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Pa65dsvPydU/s1600/DSCF5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNM7Qif0UcE/TjMNlkFl-XI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Pa65dsvPydU/s320/DSCF5520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634862497764079986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family pic - can you tell who hates going swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnb1RweloiE/TjMOdmcy8bI/AAAAAAAABOY/H6_rr6tPGYg/s1600/DSCF5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnb1RweloiE/TjMOdmcy8bI/AAAAAAAABOY/H6_rr6tPGYg/s320/DSCF5541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634863460470944178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rippling muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVtXa2ia5Bo/TjMQYg2egBI/AAAAAAAABOw/IWAUJe9yZEs/s1600/DSCF5551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVtXa2ia5Bo/TjMQYg2egBI/AAAAAAAABOw/IWAUJe9yZEs/s320/DSCF5551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634865572091953170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy &amp; Scotty with the car Tommy gave to him for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNG-84n6ITI/TjMPQ44_WwI/AAAAAAAABOo/U5rU5mwjezY/s1600/DSCF5576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNG-84n6ITI/TjMPQ44_WwI/AAAAAAAABOo/U5rU5mwjezY/s320/DSCF5576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634864341594364674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack and I on our ATV ride up to the reservoir. I love to just get away with my sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd5zaj_pJnQ/TknYDti3V0I/AAAAAAAABPI/Ikno0wPwMf8/s1600/IMG01467-20110726-1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd5zaj_pJnQ/TknYDti3V0I/AAAAAAAABPI/Ikno0wPwMf8/s320/IMG01467-20110726-1337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641277566535292738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome sunsets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76EjHfgka6Q/TjMR7SDLxFI/AAAAAAAABPA/FZ257MdnOJo/s1600/DSCF5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76EjHfgka6Q/TjMR7SDLxFI/AAAAAAAABPA/FZ257MdnOJo/s320/DSCF5586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634867268925768786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home catching Emily playing space aliens with Mikey &amp; Tommy. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SClrh_bkNNk/TjMRtn3VQII/AAAAAAAABO4/nC6T-SMiIg4/s1600/DSCF5597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SClrh_bkNNk/TjMRtn3VQII/AAAAAAAABO4/nC6T-SMiIg4/s320/DSCF5597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634867034263470210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-504559082261441794?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/504559082261441794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=504559082261441794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/504559082261441794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/504559082261441794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/07/fruitland-visit-2011.html' title='Fruitland Visit 2011'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Moh3RKyrTV4/TjMKNiHbhGI/AAAAAAAABN4/GhNmjkvsL4c/s72-c/DSCF5528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5285526986202156350</id><published>2011-07-19T20:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:56:56.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new do &amp; Cher</title><content type='html'>Emily got her hair cut today. She was so excited. She refers to it as, "I get to take a hair a cut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we think she looks great. She lost about 4 1/2 inches! Her hair was getting so long that she was starting to remind me of Cher (a much more modest &amp; cute one)! Sadly, our lighting is so dim that it makes her a tad unhealthy looking, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRxDbMTOlqk/TiZBSyuUYAI/AAAAAAAABNY/Kmr9pymElvA/s1600/DSCF5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRxDbMTOlqk/TiZBSyuUYAI/AAAAAAAABNY/Kmr9pymElvA/s320/DSCF5495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260175182880770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2SMuZij5OY/TiZBcMhKy4I/AAAAAAAABNg/vj8KWFgZYTQ/s1600/DSCF5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2SMuZij5OY/TiZBcMhKy4I/AAAAAAAABNg/vj8KWFgZYTQ/s320/DSCF5496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260336725871490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o06r35giyPk/TiZBkbL__OI/AAAAAAAABNo/tUfPRpDq0SM/s1600/DSCF5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o06r35giyPk/TiZBkbL__OI/AAAAAAAABNo/tUfPRpDq0SM/s320/DSCF5499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260478102568162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEHbhekiE0U/TiZBs6Q8SWI/AAAAAAAABNw/NjOSisv1Mnw/s1600/DSCF5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEHbhekiE0U/TiZBs6Q8SWI/AAAAAAAABNw/NjOSisv1Mnw/s320/DSCF5500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631260623883749730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Cher - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnLf7ghM-6E"&gt;this totally cracks me up&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5285526986202156350?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5285526986202156350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5285526986202156350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5285526986202156350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5285526986202156350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-do-cher.html' title='The new do &amp; Cher'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRxDbMTOlqk/TiZBSyuUYAI/AAAAAAAABNY/Kmr9pymElvA/s72-c/DSCF5495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7123607197642678813</id><published>2011-07-14T14:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:39:43.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocodile Dundee Jr.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Mikey's grandfather bought him a small knife to use on his camp outs. He does, after all, have his Tote-N-Chip card. Which apparently means to Mikey, that he is fully entrusted with knives and all that goes with them, regardless of his less than stellar judgement and self-discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after he returned from his camp out, Mikey asked, "Can I get a machete?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack, very tongue in cheek said, "Gee, I don't know Mikey, let's go ask your mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked me, I hemmed and hahhed for a few seconds, and then said, "No way, Jose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, Mikey asked, "Then can I get some throwing knives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this kid serious? Why is this the only thing I can picture at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0De9zb3Br0/Th980YGcK5I/AAAAAAAABNQ/kIRV-E0C4xQ/s1600/MikeyDub-Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0De9zb3Br0/Th980YGcK5I/AAAAAAAABNQ/kIRV-E0C4xQ/s320/MikeyDub-Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629355298500914066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7123607197642678813?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7123607197642678813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7123607197642678813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7123607197642678813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7123607197642678813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/07/crocodile-dundee-jr.html' title='Crocodile Dundee Jr.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0De9zb3Br0/Th980YGcK5I/AAAAAAAABNQ/kIRV-E0C4xQ/s72-c/MikeyDub-Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1703972391612920071</id><published>2011-07-02T09:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:52:33.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Festival 2011</title><content type='html'>Balloon Fest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up this morning around 5:40 am to get to Provo by 6:30 am. Apparently, when they say they'll start the balloons at 6:30, they really mean 6:00. They were almost all full and ready to go by the time we got there. Bummer. I guess next year, we'll have to wake up at 5:00 am - UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weather was still cool and the crowds were friendly. We ran into Zack's older brother Matt and his family as well as a few other fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKLe7QsRR3E/Tg87i-DzL5I/AAAAAAAABMY/GJ8JiDs008I/s1600/DSCF5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624779931569565586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKLe7QsRR3E/Tg87i-DzL5I/AAAAAAAABMY/GJ8JiDs008I/s320/DSCF5140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is not a fan of loud noises or fire - Winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trgsWtNpVww/Tg87u6X-ILI/AAAAAAAABMg/7hgLJOIWmCE/s1600/DSCF5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trgsWtNpVww/Tg87u6X-ILI/AAAAAAAABMg/7hgLJOIWmCE/s320/DSCF5144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780136738857138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw0Un1khdc0/Tg873KtGgYI/AAAAAAAABMo/S4vLsZbVLtY/s1600/DSCF5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw0Un1khdc0/Tg873KtGgYI/AAAAAAAABMo/S4vLsZbVLtY/s320/DSCF5142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780278561407362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K49TMSIW3E0/Tg87_-xpbAI/AAAAAAAABMw/GHqPrMgEFg8/s1600/DSCF5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K49TMSIW3E0/Tg87_-xpbAI/AAAAAAAABMw/GHqPrMgEFg8/s320/DSCF5199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780429978070018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhMMvvqCnK4/Tg88HI16mmI/AAAAAAAABM4/aouP2TT_7c4/s1600/DSCF5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhMMvvqCnK4/Tg88HI16mmI/AAAAAAAABM4/aouP2TT_7c4/s320/DSCF5201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780552939412066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about as high as Darth was able to go. I guess he forgot to use the Force. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5VpNgylIcw/Tg88VMw1X6I/AAAAAAAABNA/DbH9Q7nTV3I/s1600/DSCF5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5VpNgylIcw/Tg88VMw1X6I/AAAAAAAABNA/DbH9Q7nTV3I/s320/DSCF5207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624780794510008226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2WEV0OohjA/Tg88jkPIMWI/AAAAAAAABNI/fjOLi1TA7zs/s1600/DSCF5168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2WEV0OohjA/Tg88jkPIMWI/AAAAAAAABNI/fjOLi1TA7zs/s320/DSCF5168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624781041329254754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1703972391612920071?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1703972391612920071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1703972391612920071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1703972391612920071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1703972391612920071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-festival-2011.html' title='Freedom Festival 2011'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKLe7QsRR3E/Tg87i-DzL5I/AAAAAAAABMY/GJ8JiDs008I/s72-c/DSCF5140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6646040518448922650</id><published>2011-06-20T12:29:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:25:58.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion!!!</title><content type='html'>This past week was the Church Family Reunion. It would have been much better if the whole family could have been there and if I had not been sick the entire time, but what can you do? Here are a few fun pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking: Emily 'fell' into a stream so grandma took her back to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620378503501000130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqIAGmRlB98/Tf-YeIxrLcI/AAAAAAAABKI/fG93gOll1cc/s320/DSCF5007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERet4J5hCuM/Tf-jxnfepPI/AAAAAAAABMA/IQzT6sVOfW4/s1600/DSCF5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620390932791600370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERet4J5hCuM/Tf-jxnfepPI/AAAAAAAABMA/IQzT6sVOfW4/s320/DSCF5014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Uk1qOb4irk/Tf-j6Eo1F7I/AAAAAAAABMI/VoSSX9sbEew/s1600/DSCF5024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620391078054401970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Uk1qOb4irk/Tf-j6Eo1F7I/AAAAAAAABMI/VoSSX9sbEew/s320/DSCF5024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our many finds: deer carcass.&lt;br /&gt;The boys later found two skinned coyotes. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iFkp2H42UM/Tf-ZtycWmqI/AAAAAAAABKg/ExoEty4omcY/s1600/DSCF5029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620379871895526050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iFkp2H42UM/Tf-ZtycWmqI/AAAAAAAABKg/ExoEty4omcY/s320/DSCF5029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target Practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artillery? Water balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRYrC3RgdGI/Tf-aMfKitGI/AAAAAAAABKo/rzj5cuvd6Fc/s1600/DSCF5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620380399296492642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRYrC3RgdGI/Tf-aMfKitGI/AAAAAAAABKo/rzj5cuvd6Fc/s320/DSCF5033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Targets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz4Q1W0w3jg/Tf-aYm0sImI/AAAAAAAABKw/XkwISZNUjIg/s1600/DSCF5038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620380607510749794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz4Q1W0w3jg/Tf-aYm0sImI/AAAAAAAABKw/XkwISZNUjIg/s320/DSCF5038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minute to Win It Games: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritz on the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_QzRYTAcfs/Tf-b-3DMzQI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gIMo0F1DOf8/s1600/DSCF5042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620382364213234946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_QzRYTAcfs/Tf-b-3DMzQI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gIMo0F1DOf8/s320/DSCF5042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock the cups down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z27B_pf8wWA/Tf-a-gA8x7I/AAAAAAAABLA/1CLAAXIyZdw/s1600/DSCF5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620381258518153138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z27B_pf8wWA/Tf-a-gA8x7I/AAAAAAAABLA/1CLAAXIyZdw/s320/DSCF5055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber getting schooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tNZm0r4ews?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tNZm0r4ews?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Championship game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6k96EYZZowA?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6k96EYZZowA?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk04HZYFFtg/Tf-fnW41dRI/AAAAAAAABLY/TG1OVM9HraY/s1600/DSCF5077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620386358489347346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk04HZYFFtg/Tf-fnW41dRI/AAAAAAAABLY/TG1OVM9HraY/s320/DSCF5077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was freezing - not that I would know, I was too chicken to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaFxZ7b1qPA/Tf-gRe2bR2I/AAAAAAAABLo/lLL3W0tEG5U/s1600/DSCF5078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387082181232482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaFxZ7b1qPA/Tf-gRe2bR2I/AAAAAAAABLo/lLL3W0tEG5U/s320/DSCF5078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only real swimmer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bw-K2HiCv_0/Tf-gmkzg57I/AAAAAAAABLw/A3fnK8QgNWc/s1600/DSCF5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387444556883890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bw-K2HiCv_0/Tf-gmkzg57I/AAAAAAAABLw/A3fnK8QgNWc/s320/DSCF5079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Scotty didn't forget to throw up in the pool again - 2 for 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUyh17z79Rk/Tf-g-9q_1tI/AAAAAAAABL4/XIUerl5k9oc/s1600/DSCF5084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620387863548909266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUyh17z79Rk/Tf-g-9q_1tI/AAAAAAAABL4/XIUerl5k9oc/s320/DSCF5084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the reunion - Sorry Kali, I can't help myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdaI03qHS2A?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdaI03qHS2A?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6646040518448922650?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6646040518448922650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6646040518448922650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6646040518448922650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6646040518448922650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqIAGmRlB98/Tf-YeIxrLcI/AAAAAAAABKI/fG93gOll1cc/s72-c/DSCF5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5850039264117619389</id><published>2011-05-16T16:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:29:07.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New F.H.E. Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lK4BSwv1k/TdGx8FNa0YI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Jk51GqYEeLM/s1600/imagesCA42DQ1J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607458656801706370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lK4BSwv1k/TdGx8FNa0YI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Jk51GqYEeLM/s320/imagesCA42DQ1J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we started a new tradition in our family. Every month or so, during our Family Home Evenings, we ask if anyone noticed someone outside of our family setting a good example in tough circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time doing this, we made cookies for a family whose son is a friend of Tommy's. His friend had mentioned to him that their family went to see the new Gulliver's Travels movie with Jack Black in it. It was so rotten and crude that they stood up and left the theater. I think it would be very difficult to do that, knowing that you were probably going to disappoint your children and kind of cause a scene trying to leave a crowded movie theater (well, as crowded as a theater can get at a Jack Black movie - ha, ha, ha!!). Anyway, We made a card with the word 'Valiant' on it and made them a plate of our &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/the-chewy-recipe/index.html"&gt;favorite chocolate chip cookies&lt;/a&gt;. We took it to them and expressed how their much their example meant to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we are going to honor a schoolmate of Zachary's. There is a kid that rides Zachary &amp;amp; Mikey's bus that is nasty, mean, perverted, rude, and just plain bad. Let's just call him "Lou Cypher". Also on their bus is a girl that stands up to him every time he gets really out of hand. Last Friday was such a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary came in the house with a very troubled look about him. I knew immediately that something bad had happened. I talked to him about it and he told me that Lou Cypher had brought something on the bus that was terribly inappropriate. I asked him how it made him feel and he said that it grossed him out. As Lou Cypher's behavior was getting worse and worse, this remarkable young lady got up and chastised him about it. She did this knowing that it can bring rough treatment by Lou Cypher. He has cursed her out and has even threatened to hit her. So tonight, we are taking their family &lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1918,145191-242198,00.html"&gt;Caramel Brownies&lt;/a&gt;, another favorite, with a card that says, 'Courage' on it. We are going to thank her and her family for doing what was right in a very tough situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the examples of strength, courage, and righteousness we have all around us. We are watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, by continually recognizing others for their good examples it will inspire us to shed our fear in the face of evil and stand up for what is good and right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5850039264117619389?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5850039264117619389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5850039264117619389' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5850039264117619389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5850039264117619389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-fhe-tradition.html' title='New F.H.E. Tradition'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lK4BSwv1k/TdGx8FNa0YI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Jk51GqYEeLM/s72-c/imagesCA42DQ1J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3914485719852067745</id><published>2011-04-30T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:18:01.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a dollar can get you...</title><content type='html'>A dollar can buy so many things. Most are only worth just that, a buck. However, every once in a while, a dollar can go pretty far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we stopped at the BYU Creamery for ice cream as a send off to Spring Break. While we were enjoying our heavenly treats (waffle cones:mmmmm-mmmm) a group of BYU co-eds sat down at the table behind us. Tommy, ever the ladies man, made a wager with his mom. A dollar for a pick up line. And it had to be good. Not the rushed and run away type. It had to sound real. Why am I encouraging this type of thing? Because it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy got up as we were leaving and went over to their table. He said, " Hey, ladies....come here often?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all giggled and Tommy about fainted. His face was so red and he was so nervous. As we were driving away, I asked him if he was OK and he said, "Yeah, but my legs are still shaking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, it was well worth the dollar. I think he thinks it was worth it as well because he now has bragging rights that not many other 10 year olds have. &lt;strong&gt;He has a way with women.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfQdcyyfTk/Tbzrm0cSaxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/a_9mkV79ab4/s1600/FR10TomNkate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601611088686902034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfQdcyyfTk/Tbzrm0cSaxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/a_9mkV79ab4/s320/FR10TomNkate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3914485719852067745?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3914485719852067745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3914485719852067745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3914485719852067745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3914485719852067745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-dollar-can-get-you.html' title='What a dollar can get you...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHfQdcyyfTk/Tbzrm0cSaxI/AAAAAAAABJ0/a_9mkV79ab4/s72-c/FR10TomNkate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4716058063623263005</id><published>2011-04-19T11:54:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:41:54.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-ching, baby!!</title><content type='html'>I have really developed a love for couponing. It is challenging and yet, extremely rewarding. This week, my newest discovery is that all of the Utah Valley Wal-Marts double their coupons (up to a dollar) every Tuesday. When you couple that with their best deals and sales, you can have a very fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought all of this for only $21.35. That is an average of 66.7 ¢ per item!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597357140264164866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNXSFX9xlls/Ta3OqbpxHgI/AAAAAAAABJs/CluW5sI1K-A/s320/DSCF4779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking brownies, donuts, pickles, potatoes, chocolate chips, and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent months, I have been spending like mad trying to get my family's year supply. I used to spend around $1,000 to $1,200 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on groceries. ACK! It was weird, but I never could seem to get past the 6 month mark either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have started couponing, I am down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;less than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;$400 per month (total) and I also have finally reached my goal. We have our year's supply. Please don't think it's the cannery stuff either. I have plenty of that, but that's not what I am including as my year supply. It's all the GOOD &amp;amp; YUMMY stuff - most of it name brand, too! (not that I really care). I never thought it could be done for 7 people and I especially never knew I could do it so quickly and so inexpensively. I have only been couponing for about 4 months, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's because of two things: couponing and making it a priority with the Lord. I was once told that once you make your food storage a priority, the Lord would help you. He would put sales and opportunities in your way to take advantage of. Boy, has He ever come through for us. I am so grateful for my new found hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please don't thing that I am bragging (even though I am just a little bit - I am so excited!). I just want people to know that it can be easy, quick, and anyone can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4716058063623263005?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4716058063623263005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4716058063623263005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4716058063623263005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4716058063623263005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/04/cha-ching-baby.html' title='Cha-ching, baby!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNXSFX9xlls/Ta3OqbpxHgI/AAAAAAAABJs/CluW5sI1K-A/s72-c/DSCF4779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1730513059503514139</id><published>2011-02-28T16:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:11:18.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Version - Ace of Base</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I saw the SUN, and it opened up my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the SUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is demanding without understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the SUN and it opened up my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the SUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one's gonna drag you up to get you into the light where you belong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1730513059503514139?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1730513059503514139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1730513059503514139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1730513059503514139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1730513059503514139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-version-ace-of-base.html' title='My Version - Ace of Base'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3736823460540908309</id><published>2011-02-22T13:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:59:22.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worth of 2 cents</title><content type='html'>A penny for your thoughts, remember that old saying? How much can thoughts really be worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts/ideas can be priceless. Here are two of my current thoughts. They race through my mind at breakneck speed and they &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; leave me alone.  They are a constant in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Grow a garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on your food storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many people tire of me blabbing on and on about this subject, but I feel that it is &lt;em&gt;vitally&lt;/em&gt; important. If it wasn't, then why have our modern day prophets counseled us to do so? How much longer will people either hide their heads in the sand or pretend that nothing bad can happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hard(er) times are coming.  &lt;em&gt;Better safe than sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3736823460540908309?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3736823460540908309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3736823460540908309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3736823460540908309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3736823460540908309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/02/worth-of-2-cents.html' title='The worth of 2 cents'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7220650873486618976</id><published>2011-02-03T12:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:55:31.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business 101</title><content type='html'>Our version of Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Scotty's sign posted on his door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569552059285362018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TUsGFtO_1WI/AAAAAAAABJc/Gg2eMCUj7GA/s320/Scotty50001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the way this kid thinks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7220650873486618976?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7220650873486618976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7220650873486618976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7220650873486618976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7220650873486618976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/02/business-101.html' title='Business 101'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TUsGFtO_1WI/AAAAAAAABJc/Gg2eMCUj7GA/s72-c/Scotty50001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6288146058120441661</id><published>2011-01-16T14:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:27:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TTNiXa4aOJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JWWZKLoBszA/s1600/DSCF4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562898119225129106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TTNiXa4aOJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JWWZKLoBszA/s320/DSCF4181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I asked big Zack, "Guess who I saw today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scotty hollered, "Chuck Norris?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6288146058120441661?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6288146058120441661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6288146058120441661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6288146058120441661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6288146058120441661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-makes-me-laugh.html' title='He makes me laugh'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TTNiXa4aOJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JWWZKLoBszA/s72-c/DSCF4181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3091515120647833751</id><published>2011-01-12T13:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:30:31.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't everyone know it's all about ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, they must have missed the memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to &lt;a href="http://lds.org/service/serving-in-the-church/relief-society?lang=eng"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Relief Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting, especially when it involves food. So, why then, am I so bitter about tonight's? It is going to be a fun activity, some of my dearest friends will be there, and there will be new friends to meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, I know why - the refreshments are supposed to be light and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it, really, I do. It's the new year, new goals, a new 'you'. BUT...when I get to have a night out, I want to indulge and splurge a little. Please don't preach to me that healthy food can be sublime. I know it can be. And yes, I know I'll learn new ideas, taste new things, blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know a little secret? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;, come closer and I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I cook healthy food? More than just periodically? You can even ask my family if you don't believe me. But that's when I am 'on'. Do you get my meaning? I have this whole drama or play that I put on almost every night with a cast of characters that are as diverse as they are beautiful. Crisp veggies, tender fruits, delicate fish, olive oil - you get my drift. I even have an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; thing about not having the same color or texture more than once on the plate. So much pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TS4jDsU5J0I/AAAAAAAABJI/VLsAQZ8musc/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561421136194512706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TS4jDsU5J0I/AAAAAAAABJI/VLsAQZ8musc/s320/dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am always expected to set a good example for my children in what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eat (what's up with that?). We have dessert nights only on the weekend and I try to encourage fruits or nuts for their snacks. I think I am doing OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, over the years I have been considered by many to be a junk food junkie, but I am much better when it comes to what my family eats. I am accountable to them, therefore, I eat my junk food in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the sisters in charge of the activity have worked hard and I love them all to death. I also know that many sisters have even asked for and suggested this healthier idea. I know that I will love it all once I am there, it's just all in the build up, so please, forgive my whiny ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I learned? Apparently, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;all about me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the time. Who knew?! I guess I'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them have their way - just this once. However, in the future, on my once a month girls' night out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Back off, I'm starving!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Name that show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3091515120647833751?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3091515120647833751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3091515120647833751' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3091515120647833751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3091515120647833751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2011/01/doesnt-everyone-know-its-all-about-me.html' title='Doesn&apos;t everyone know it&apos;s all about ME?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TS4jDsU5J0I/AAAAAAAABJI/VLsAQZ8musc/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-821201764845785153</id><published>2010-12-28T12:03:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:57:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Movie</title><content type='html'>We just finished watching Toys Story 3. We got it for Christmas from my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I didn't really enjoy it. Yes, I did. No, I didn't. Yes! Nope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't worry. It was fun, silly, very creative, and cute...until the end when I was crying so hard I had to leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRo_J9-qbwI/AAAAAAAABG4/d5DV2N3NT10/s1600/imagesCA821XYJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRo_J9-qbwI/AAAAAAAABG4/d5DV2N3NT10/s320/imagesCA821XYJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822530803691266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have worried my eldest son who spied me falling apart about 30 seconds before I snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoiler Alert* *Spoiler Alert* *Spoiler Alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is all about Andy leaving for college. The toys have to decide what they are going to do because they think he wants to throw them in the garbage. Needless to say, Andy ends up giving his toys away and this was extremely disturbing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the fact that he gave them away, it was that as I was sitting there watching my children enjoy this movie, I was hit square in the face that they were growing up and it kills me. I may joke about looking forward to the empty nest, but apparently, it's all a big lie. My children are what I live for, they are my joy. This period of time in my life is the most magical, amazing, and yes, it's even a sacred time in my life. What a blessing it is to have this sweet opportunity to have these near perfect little ones as my own. Sadly, I see their childhoods slowly melting away. And by slowly, I really mean at the speed of light. Pooers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpPqXWCBMI/AAAAAAAABIA/pplWqfx0YNY/s1600/MnZPirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpPqXWCBMI/AAAAAAAABIA/pplWqfx0YNY/s320/MnZPirates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555840679554450626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpOSRmk-qI/AAAAAAAABHo/GedRVHENYhg/s1600/P4050056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpOSRmk-qI/AAAAAAAABHo/GedRVHENYhg/s320/P4050056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555839166184749730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpOoY5SN6I/AAAAAAAABHw/HMZBka6xmeo/s1600/DSCF5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpOoY5SN6I/AAAAAAAABHw/HMZBka6xmeo/s320/DSCF5608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555839546099382178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpO8irjv2I/AAAAAAAABH4/PrsOvQkhcPI/s1600/DSCF9131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRpO8irjv2I/AAAAAAAABH4/PrsOvQkhcPI/s320/DSCF9131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555839892323549026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to put words to my heart's most tender feelings, but that's not important. It's getting my 13 year old to still wear a onesie and suck on a binkie so that I can keep these cute memories alive that matters the most. Creepy? Yeah, maybe a little. Disturbing? Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my thoughts on getting a dog aren't too far off. You know, the kind that will always resemble a puppy (AKA:baby)? Ugh, but really? A dog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-821201764845785153?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/821201764845785153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=821201764845785153' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/821201764845785153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/821201764845785153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/12/dumb-movie.html' title='Dumb Movie'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRo_J9-qbwI/AAAAAAAABG4/d5DV2N3NT10/s72-c/imagesCA821XYJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2669630632555167988</id><published>2010-12-20T18:53:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:44:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy, Scotty, and Julie Sing!</title><content type='html'>So much has happened within the past little bit and I have been such a slacker with posting it all. Thank you to&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eagarbrood.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my wonderful friend, who encourages me to continue with my blogging. She is my motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago, Tommy sang a solo in his school's Christmas choir. He was so excited and I'd have to say, he did beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce41398b90329b6d" 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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce41398b90329b6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E2245F8C9186C575E97C5EA9BCCE5D55A30993F.57FFB1857B3B14530155B71D4E1CEBA8A0DA211A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce41398b90329b6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg5VRQeOBzphPLV2LAMWMOZNAZyk&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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce41398b90329b6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E2245F8C9186C575E97C5EA9BCCE5D55A30993F.57FFB1857B3B14530155B71D4E1CEBA8A0DA211A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce41398b90329b6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg5VRQeOBzphPLV2LAMWMOZNAZyk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I had my 30-cough-cough-fifth birthday. It was wonderful. I got a few canning jars, some food to fill them with, a can opener, candy, jelly roll pans, and one of my dearest friends, Julie, came with her family (plus a few others) to sing to me. I have been waiting for that for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-be8152e3e38d076e" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe8152e3e38d076e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D216E6059AA262F99915561FEE8E195D948665921.4AF7EAE34A3C1F670A836BC3F7D8EAE1597DAA6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe8152e3e38d076e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlCC-6KEhcEfmQ5TJJA5-NCukL8&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbe8152e3e38d076e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D216E6059AA262F99915561FEE8E195D948665921.4AF7EAE34A3C1F670A836BC3F7D8EAE1597DAA6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbe8152e3e38d076e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlCC-6KEhcEfmQ5TJJA5-NCukL8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Scotty's singing in his school's Jingle Jam. He's the one that looks like a sleepy, floating head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a51882dd5dcd147b" 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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da51882dd5dcd147b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A8E3278C0B0AB53A6292E71915F58FE495C1615.75D0CED0F327058145E94C39985AA08E92A1140F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da51882dd5dcd147b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DslOtZMxBma_Pi8kpNd0LGNr-K9I&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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da51882dd5dcd147b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A8E3278C0B0AB53A6292E71915F58FE495C1615.75D0CED0F327058145E94C39985AA08E92A1140F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da51882dd5dcd147b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DslOtZMxBma_Pi8kpNd0LGNr-K9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking of me getting old...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zacky&lt;/span&gt; shaved for the first time. Normally, I would say that he's too young and there is no possible way a 13 year old would need to shave, but pictures don't lie (this was towards the end): EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRAZDqrnRcI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vazke8JKHaU/s1600/IMG00787-20101211-2126%2B-%2Bcropped.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552965891335341506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRAZDqrnRcI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vazke8JKHaU/s320/IMG00787-20101211-2126%2B-%2Bcropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...hmmmmm....can't think of much except that we are having a wonderful Christmas break and that I have been cooking up a storm. Not nearly as much as &lt;a href="http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-visions-of-sugar-plums-danced-in.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, though. And last, but not least, I am so thankful that as of the 21st, there has not been any more of &lt;a href="http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/12/zacks-personal-chauffeurs.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this crap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in a full year!!! Blessings abound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2669630632555167988?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2669630632555167988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2669630632555167988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2669630632555167988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2669630632555167988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/12/tommy-scotty-and-julie-sing.html' title='Tommy, Scotty, and Julie Sing!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TRAZDqrnRcI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vazke8JKHaU/s72-c/IMG00787-20101211-2126%2B-%2Bcropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5986511672748685192</id><published>2010-11-18T20:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:35:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mikey Boy</title><content type='html'>When Mikey was a Sunbeam in church(3yrs old), he was asked to give his first primary talk. I happened to be in the Primary Presidency at the time, so my knowledge and wisdom allowed me to have a spectacular talk prepared. Just kidding. I wrote it that morning. Before we left for church we practiced it with Mikey two or three times. He had it down pat. His talk was about Noah and the flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TOX0HeyeFPI/AAAAAAAABGk/LeWBlGKNeuI/s1600/MikeySunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TOX0HeyeFPI/AAAAAAAABGk/LeWBlGKNeuI/s320/MikeySunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541103325910275314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey's big moment had arrived. He proudly walked up to the little pulpit and looked to me for encouragement. I put my arm around his waist, smiled at him, and then I whispered in his ear, "Once there was a man named Noah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey said very clearly into the microphone with a gravely, evil voice, "Once there was a meeeean man named Noah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face went scarlet and I started to sweat. This wasn't going the way we had practiced. I then whispered, "Heavenly Father told him to build an ark for all of the animals." Mikey repeated it perfectly. We continued on. Disaster had been averted. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then whispered, "And then Heavenly Father made it flood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey creepily said, "And then there was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blooood!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what happened after that. When I came to, he was smiling so proudly at me. He had done it. He had given his first talk and even had the kids spellbound. How many people can say that of a church talk - that they had the congregation spellbound?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey, I love you. You always keep me smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5986511672748685192?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5986511672748685192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5986511672748685192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5986511672748685192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5986511672748685192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mikey-boy.html' title='My Mikey Boy'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TOX0HeyeFPI/AAAAAAAABGk/LeWBlGKNeuI/s72-c/MikeySunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7751798001188520019</id><published>2010-11-08T20:00:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:44:50.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>I feel like I was a complete slacker this year. Our costumes were on the ho-hum side of things, but the kids still enjoyed their &lt;em&gt;choices&lt;/em&gt;...and I use that word loosely. What I really meant was, "Mom is too cheap to go all out this year, so figure out something that's free." We have a wonderful friend who traded costumes with me which really helped us both out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary was a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjA9J-QRyI/AAAAAAAABFc/LgaSA7EjC_I/s1600/DSCF4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjA9J-QRyI/AAAAAAAABFc/LgaSA7EjC_I/s320/DSCF4278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537387898733610786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey was a Hippie and Dennis Rodman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjBneyMV1I/AAAAAAAABFk/QKmla6yjgP8/s1600/DSCF4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjBneyMV1I/AAAAAAAABFk/QKmla6yjgP8/s320/DSCF4268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537388625874671442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjB6G7Ba-I/AAAAAAAABFs/0bbTwqsG7BI/s1600/DSCF4305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjB6G7Ba-I/AAAAAAAABFs/0bbTwqsG7BI/s320/DSCF4305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537388945886768098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCCusm8oI/AAAAAAAABF0/wi9pSu9_GIo/s1600/DSCF4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCCusm8oI/AAAAAAAABF0/wi9pSu9_GIo/s320/DSCF4303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389094002684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy was the best looking caveman around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCMW-nVeI/AAAAAAAABF8/t9V-7uyV72g/s1600/DSCF4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCMW-nVeI/AAAAAAAABF8/t9V-7uyV72g/s320/DSCF4288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389259434448354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCWQT0uwI/AAAAAAAABGE/uN-AKHUUqx4/s1600/DSCF4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCWQT0uwI/AAAAAAAABGE/uN-AKHUUqx4/s320/DSCF4286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389429443050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty was a racecar driver - can you say one track mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCfyUyxDI/AAAAAAAABGM/tXAtPDThYLQ/s1600/DSCF4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCfyUyxDI/AAAAAAAABGM/tXAtPDThYLQ/s320/DSCF4289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389593192743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was an Indian Princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCoBuzVxI/AAAAAAAABGU/3dIBbvJpbtU/s1600/DSCF4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjCoBuzVxI/AAAAAAAABGU/3dIBbvJpbtU/s320/DSCF4292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537389734767318802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7751798001188520019?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7751798001188520019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7751798001188520019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7751798001188520019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7751798001188520019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TNjA9J-QRyI/AAAAAAAABFc/LgaSA7EjC_I/s72-c/DSCF4278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2737475845333585444</id><published>2010-10-19T17:07:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:02:25.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime!!</title><content type='html'>When I was a small child, I had a beautiful nose. It was feminine, dainty, and quite lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TMnrz1D2V-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/pLlQPt-BcbA/s1600/Amber_curly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533212892850444258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TMnrz1D2V-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/pLlQPt-BcbA/s320/Amber_curly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop laughing at my ridiculous model's pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see it in real life on the second generation, look at my oldest son. Just never tell him that I said that the nose looked feminine because as we all know, his looks strong, virile, and down right macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was the young age of maybe 12, I decided that it would be a real hoot to scare my younger sister. I knew that she would have to go in our bedroom at some point, so I hid in our built-in laundry hamper. It was in the attached bathroom and was very large - similar to bathroom cabinets but taller. It was beautiful bathroom. Very lavish for a 12 year old girl. So was the house...&lt;em&gt;I coveteth it&lt;/em&gt;. The size of the cabinet was very important because I had to be able to sit inside comfortably. I am sure that the dirty clothes aided in my tush's comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note - Comfort is key when trying to scare someone...you never know how long you might need to wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister finally came into the bathroom, I had to hold my breath to muffle my laughter. I was delirious with anticipation. I could see her through the tiny cracks of the cabinet doors and when she had finally walked in front of my hiding place, I knew my moment had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, two, one: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her scream mingled with mine, but mine went from a "Raaaaaaaar" to a pained "Eeeaaaaaahhhhh!!!". I had forgotten that a wooden bar went horizontally in front of my face and I had smashed my nose full force into it. I came out of the hamper with blood streaming down 1/2 of my face and my eyes were throbbing and tearing. I was crying and bleeding and trying to see myself through my tears in the mirror. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I sure got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of a good scare. I owned that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day, my eyes were a tad on the dark side and my nose was super sore. Looking back on my life, I have to give &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; experience the credit it deserves. I now have a crooked nose, complete with a bump in the middle. I claim it was my free nose job. It gives a whole new meaning to 'You get what you pay for'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not self conscious about much. Heck, you can tell from all of my dignity lacking previous posts. I am only bashful about two little things. My eagle-beaked nose and my singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my voice. Now there's a story for another day. Can you believe that it actually has a story? How many people can say that about their singing voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been touchy about the shape of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TMngXti0HOI/AAAAAAAABFI/UnMeNyny6_k/s1600/272001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533200315168595170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TMngXti0HOI/AAAAAAAABFI/UnMeNyny6_k/s320/272001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am an adult now. I have since outgrown any type of embarrassment or sensitivity to my profile. Having said that, a few days ago, Scotty was waiting as patiently as any 6 year old can to have his turn on the computer. &lt;em&gt;(I had it first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was watching me do my thang on the computer when he started rubbing his finger on my cheek, ear, and then my nose. As he did, he stopped halfway down my nose and said, "Mommy, you have a witch nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story? I loved that house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2737475845333585444?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2737475845333585444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2737475845333585444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2737475845333585444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2737475845333585444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/10/storytime.html' title='Storytime!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TMnrz1D2V-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/pLlQPt-BcbA/s72-c/Amber_curly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4854151460441680805</id><published>2010-09-08T13:55:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:25:39.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an island, not a rock</title><content type='html'>Remember that question someone always used to ask? "If you were ever left alone on a deserted island, what 3 things would you want to have with you?" Well, my answer has changed from: a good book, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hunka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hunka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' love, and deodorant to: access to my phone, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; triple package with On Demand. On Demand is a God Send. I just want to kiss whomever came up with that one. Well, at least I'd make him/her a batch of chewy cookies. The cost...&lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; over the top, but I am not to the point of giving it up yet to save some much needed pesos. There's just one, teeny, weeny, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year or so, our service goes in and out for about a month. About every 2 minutes or less, everything shuts down for a few minutes. It drives me crazy. I feel all alone...abandoned. I am on a deserted island with no one to call, email, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teleport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waste so much time hoping, praying that it will come back on. Our little black box has these little greenish-yellow lights on it and they all have to be lit up for it to work. One by one, they'll light up. I watch it like I'd watch someone giving birth. It begins with a feeling of fear, then excitement, then amazement, then relief, and then disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are finally able to use our phone to call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they send someone out - very helpful. Thing is...everyone has had some weirded out idea of what our problem is. I've heard it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--There are too many houses loaded to that box in your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's a bad cable box (lost everything on our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Your entire house has to be rewired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jupiter is too close to Mars at this time of the year, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out now. If you can read this, send some help. I have to actually entertain my own children! Luckily, for the moment, they are at school except for my napping beauty. So for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a lone read (reed in my mind)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Side note: The disgust I was describing was from what comes after the baby, not the baby itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4854151460441680805?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4854151460441680805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4854151460441680805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4854151460441680805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4854151460441680805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-island-not-rock.html' title='I am an island, not a rock'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3930861109257043833</id><published>2010-09-03T14:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:23:52.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Commercial Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwcYbo7pjto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwcYbo7pjto?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As great as this commercial is, truth be told...I'm gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to see them go back, but I also rejoice in this time because they are growing, learning, and having fun. It also means holidays and colder weather. (Pretend to be shocked that I just said that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, in their new duds for their first day of school. Please pretend that Zachary's shirt is a nice, new polo or button up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zacky&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade - Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWCQjgaCI/AAAAAAAABEY/cixrZ9OFDoM/s1600/DSCF3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512782015681816610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWCQjgaCI/AAAAAAAABEY/cixrZ9OFDoM/s320/DSCF3927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mikey 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWQq1LIaI/AAAAAAAABEg/5o7r7abdGNQ/s1600/DSCF3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512782263253410210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWQq1LIaI/AAAAAAAABEg/5o7r7abdGNQ/s320/DSCF3924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3% in weight - Awe yeah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWcwhDPnI/AAAAAAAABEo/5JtNwN_yX1c/s1600/DSCF3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512782470938050162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWcwhDPnI/AAAAAAAABEo/5JtNwN_yX1c/s320/DSCF3925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tommy 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade - 'Mary Poppins' (Practically Perfect in Every Way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWmboiMyI/AAAAAAAABEw/eia32vqN3oU/s1600/DSCF3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512782637130986274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWmboiMyI/AAAAAAAABEw/eia32vqN3oU/s320/DSCF3930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; 1st Grade - My Baby Boy aka: Guillermo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWvcSnuGI/AAAAAAAABE4/8RCySP2aX3s/s1600/DSCF3932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512782791926331490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWvcSnuGI/AAAAAAAABE4/8RCySP2aX3s/s320/DSCF3932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3930861109257043833?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3930861109257043833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3930861109257043833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3930861109257043833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3930861109257043833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-commercial-ever.html' title='Best Commercial Ever'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TIFWCQjgaCI/AAAAAAAABEY/cixrZ9OFDoM/s72-c/DSCF3927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3708916348175882693</id><published>2010-08-31T12:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:19:56.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Patience</title><content type='html'>AKA: Mikey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago we were able to go to Zack's parent's cabin for a small break before school started up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very relaxing time. I cooked, cooked, and cooked some more (Aaaah, food. How do I love thee?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack took the kids for rides on the ATVs. Zacky rode the ATV over and over again, and Tommy drove one for the first time. Shhhh, don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty played with his cars and colored. Yes, we drove 2 solid hours to have him stay inside and play with his cars. Oh well, he was happy which means I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily sat on the pot 75% of the time. Yep, she's still enjoying the potty training issues. It seems we have had a set back. We were done too, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a boy have as much patience as Mikey did while we were there. He would, for several hours straight, stand and watch for hummingbirds to come and visit with him. He would become a frozen statue and that's not too typical of a young boy, but for one with ADD? That's unheard of. He is in LOVE with birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TH1gmjnijKI/AAAAAAAABEI/ywjgUr168Zs/s1600/DSCF3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TH1gmjnijKI/AAAAAAAABEI/ywjgUr168Zs/s320/DSCF3854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511667734483733666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TH1hXO4-FkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XcCqqwzjm1U/s1600/DSCF3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TH1hXO4-FkI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XcCqqwzjm1U/s320/DSCF3829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511668570733286978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3708916348175882693?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3708916348175882693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3708916348175882693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3708916348175882693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3708916348175882693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-patience.html' title='Mr. Patience'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TH1gmjnijKI/AAAAAAAABEI/ywjgUr168Zs/s72-c/DSCF3854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7817170061370885254</id><published>2010-08-10T13:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:41:03.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Go Big Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Should I take this as a hint that we keep our A/C on too low? Scotty has even been seen wearing his winter coat around the house this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGGuRouEc8I/AAAAAAAABD4/251E1awxwMk/s1600/DSCF3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGGuRouEc8I/AAAAAAAABD4/251E1awxwMk/s320/DSCF3686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503871837635113922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the same day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGHlI0M3ncI/AAAAAAAABEA/RDOnFtniSxk/s1600/DSCF3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGHlI0M3ncI/AAAAAAAABEA/RDOnFtniSxk/s320/DSCF3687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503932159237791170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of these guys: Big Time Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGGtZq7wwBI/AAAAAAAABDo/5IHrjaZUtmI/s1600/big-time-rush-jjj-interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503870876156739602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGGtZq7wwBI/AAAAAAAABDo/5IHrjaZUtmI/s320/big-time-rush-jjj-interview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the winter clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does everything just like they do...remember when I threw out his birthday cake because he didn't want to do his chores? (I had forgotten an ingredient, but he didn't know) I had hoped for buckets of tears, but all he said was, "That is &lt;em&gt;so not cool &lt;/em&gt;mom!". I think he may be growing up a little too fast. His favorite is Logan, 2nd from the right. Scotty jams to their theme song several times a day and awesome at it...someday, maybe I'll put a video of it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Listen to your heart, now! &lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Don't you feel the rush?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7817170061370885254?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7817170061370885254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7817170061370885254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7817170061370885254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7817170061370885254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/08/gotta-go-big-time.html' title='Gotta Go Big Time!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TGGuRouEc8I/AAAAAAAABD4/251E1awxwMk/s72-c/DSCF3686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1925856122884747473</id><published>2010-07-29T11:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:26:41.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>I think that this is the first time, in many years, that I have been able to wait until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; July to yearn for hot cocoa, sweater weather, and Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TFG4u4pFfBI/AAAAAAAABDg/ox2qQpsyQPI/s1600/autumn_blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499379735614290962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TFG4u4pFfBI/AAAAAAAABDg/ox2qQpsyQPI/s320/autumn_blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bummer...I just looked at the date at the bottom of my computer. Drat, I really thought I had made it. Oh well, there's always next year. I guess I should use this time wisely since I do have a few things to do before the most amazing time of the year arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the sprinklers repaired (3rd time's the charm, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to visit Logan at least one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to enjoy the fruits of my labors from the garden - finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to soak up &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on a daily basis - it's therapy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to decide on what Emily and I will be for Halloween - so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need to mention, for journal's sake, about our sprinklers/driveway problems... much, much more than a nightmare. Maybe someday, I'll find some humor in it to blog about it, heck, we even have the explosion on camera, but for now - it will just be 'the experience that shall not be named'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1925856122884747473?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1925856122884747473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1925856122884747473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1925856122884747473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1925856122884747473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TFG4u4pFfBI/AAAAAAAABDg/ox2qQpsyQPI/s72-c/autumn_blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-467608793602413912</id><published>2010-07-14T09:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:05:13.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a great family reunion. Whenever I say that to people, they always look at me like I'm crazy. &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;, the Church family reunions are always a blast. This year, we stayed at Zack's parent's cabin for a few days. We played softball, went swimming (until Scotty choked and threw up in the pool), had devotionals, a talent show, a trip to the Vernal temple, ATV rides, and did so much more.&lt;br /&gt;However....I feel that I did one thing too many. I accidentally goosed my 16 year old nephew, Nate. I was mortified. I thought he was Zack and this was why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TD3ee06S3NI/AAAAAAAABDQ/rE6ceAT6pM0/s1600/DSCF3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493791741642464466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TD3ee06S3NI/AAAAAAAABDQ/rE6ceAT6pM0/s320/DSCF3541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TD3eoF_KdwI/AAAAAAAABDY/ubWoeyepE28/s1600/DSCF3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493791900845111042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TD3eoF_KdwI/AAAAAAAABDY/ubWoeyepE28/s320/DSCF3542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-467608793602413912?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/467608793602413912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=467608793602413912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/467608793602413912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/467608793602413912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/07/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TD3ee06S3NI/AAAAAAAABDQ/rE6ceAT6pM0/s72-c/DSCF3541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5852999495830768308</id><published>2010-06-08T22:26:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:53:38.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Story...in June?</title><content type='html'>Two different people, same line...&lt;br /&gt;1983:&lt;br /&gt;Ralphie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA8ZTl3fS6I/AAAAAAAABC4/Ks2xGaRuEDs/s1600/christmas_story-thumb-426x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480627095906241442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA8ZTl3fS6I/AAAAAAAABC4/Ks2xGaRuEDs/s320/christmas_story-thumb-426x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010:&lt;br /&gt;Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA8Z2rgIOKI/AAAAAAAABDA/weX98KjIxwY/s1600/DSCF3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480627698714294434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA8Z2rgIOKI/AAAAAAAABDA/weX98KjIxwY/s320/DSCF3393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Shoot Your Eye Out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the X-rays showed no internal BB's. His eye is huge! This pic doesn't do justice. Needless to say, his brother has lost his BB gun for at least forever and I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA_U6kIUMzI/AAAAAAAABDI/AUyRMG6J7Ss/s1600/DSCF3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA_U6kIUMzI/AAAAAAAABDI/AUyRMG6J7Ss/s320/DSCF3399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480833374129238834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5852999495830768308?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5852999495830768308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5852999495830768308' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5852999495830768308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5852999495830768308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/06/christmas-storyin-june.html' title='A Christmas Story...in June?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TA8ZTl3fS6I/AAAAAAAABC4/Ks2xGaRuEDs/s72-c/christmas_story-thumb-426x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6586378760486236835</id><published>2010-05-23T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:18:28.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I nearly cried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week I have been attempting to make homemade jellies and jams. Not so much to save money, but to learn the art. I made strawberry freezer jam, pomegranate jelly, and Orange-berry jam (raspberries, blueberries, and tiny bits of oranges). At first I was a little afraid to try my new concoctions, but when I tasted the orange-berry, I nearly cried - it was&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; good. I love this stuff. It's my new favorite and it tastes so incredibly fresh. Mmmmm-mmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S_n5RHPhT9I/AAAAAAAABCw/FGiRAZxd0W0/s1600/jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474680894442786770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S_n5RHPhT9I/AAAAAAAABCw/FGiRAZxd0W0/s320/jam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like the recipe, I'd be happy to share it. It was from A Taste of Home magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have discovered that I am entirely too anti-social recently. I don't even like to go down a row at a grocery store if other people are in the way. I'm pathetic - this is a cry for help, so if I drop by out of the blue, it's just me doing my therapy to get out of this funk I am in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6586378760486236835?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6586378760486236835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6586378760486236835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6586378760486236835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6586378760486236835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-nearly-cried.html' title='I nearly cried...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S_n5RHPhT9I/AAAAAAAABCw/FGiRAZxd0W0/s72-c/jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4047018507494480046</id><published>2010-04-08T16:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:26:38.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, the devil visits heaven...</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I have been trying to shed some very unwanted weight. I have lost 21 pounds since January 1st and I only have 12 to 15 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been much easier than I thought it would be. I just make better food choices and try to run at least every other day. Having said that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do struggle with the food choices. Easter has not been an easy time for me. Three words: Cadbury Creme Eggs. Actually, my biggest weakness is ice cream. In a waffle cone. Which is kind of weird...I hardly ever remember eating it very much as a child &amp;amp; teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently went to Disneyland as a family and we stopped to get some ice cream. I had their &lt;em&gt;Nestle Toll House Cookie Dough&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Swirl&lt;/em&gt; in a wonderfully fresh waffle cone. I just about cried, it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good. Unfortunately, Emily wasn't too entertained by hers so I had to eat most of it - Dang it! Sad to say, they do not sell it locally. Though this particular flavor is my favorite, just about any cookie dough ice cream will make me swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flavor that constantly taunts me is the &lt;a href="https://aggieicecream.cart.usu.edu/Details.cfm?ProdID=1459&amp;amp;category=68"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aggie's Bull Tracks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;ice cream up at the Utah State Creamery. In a fresh waffle cone, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then there's Moose Tracks, Peanut Butter Cup, Butter Pecan, Burnt Almond Fudge, ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this post would be tough, but I'm dyin' for that ice cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In a fresh waffle cone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4047018507494480046?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4047018507494480046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4047018507494480046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4047018507494480046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4047018507494480046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/04/apparently-devil-visits-heaven.html' title='Apparently, the devil visits heaven...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6688083427540327382</id><published>2010-03-08T19:21:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:41:38.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Dinners - Round Two!</title><content type='html'>We finally are back on track with our Missionary dinners. If you don't know what these are, just click&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-mtc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for an earlier post and &lt;a href="http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/08/mtc-update.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for all of the fun that followed. Good times - especially for poor Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight Zachary was called to the Cape Verde Praia LDS Mission. He had to be able to find it on a map as well as learn how to say, "My name is Elder Church" in Portuguese (the native language).&lt;br /&gt;I prepared North African Meatballs and couscous with dates for our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S5W1nrvR1AI/AAAAAAAABCo/OFF5Z8D1CZw/s1600-h/Foodnetwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446459017735033858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S5W1nrvR1AI/AAAAAAAABCo/OFF5Z8D1CZw/s320/Foodnetwork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite yummy and all but the two youngest liked it. I know Scotty will warm up to it as soon as he realizes that I am serious about him missing out on his dessert unless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey is next and he will be "sent" to the Jerusalem, Israel Mission - we can always hope there will be one someday. Our meal will consist of Hummus with pitas, something else I haven't figured out yet, and these for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S5W0weHwg2I/AAAAAAAABCg/g708MmibHhc/s1600-h/rugelach_choco_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446458069186806626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S5W0weHwg2I/AAAAAAAABCg/g708MmibHhc/s320/rugelach_choco_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine lives in Jerusalem and she sent me a few very yummy looking recipes. I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6688083427540327382?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6688083427540327382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6688083427540327382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6688083427540327382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6688083427540327382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/03/missionary-dinners-round-two.html' title='Missionary Dinners - Round Two!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S5W1nrvR1AI/AAAAAAAABCo/OFF5Z8D1CZw/s72-c/Foodnetwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4446208210246412756</id><published>2010-02-26T12:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:58:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' it!</title><content type='html'>Could today be any prettier? Well, only in one of two ways: If there was a blizzard outside (can't get enough snow!) or if the grass was green and the trees were blossoming! The only down side to the latter option is that it means the summer of pure torturous heat was coming next. In the mean time, I'll enjoy this gorgeous sun and go for a run. Didn't mean to rhyme folks! Oh, and it looks like we'll be blessed with another day like this tomorrow and most of next week, &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;the snow can come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4446208210246412756?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4446208210246412756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4446208210246412756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4446208210246412756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4446208210246412756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovin-it.html' title='Lovin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6689451536542122380</id><published>2010-02-13T22:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:03:28.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph and Jessica</title><content type='html'>One of my younger brothers got married on Friday. It was beautiful. I only brought the camera to the reception and I unfortunately only took one picture. Typical...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just am so excited about how Emily's hair turned out. I had never tried anything like this before and I was so tickled that it worked. First, the pics of her hair (and extreme cuteness) and then the last picture is of me and our kids with a few of my brothers. The one I am standing closest to was the one who got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQgripQPI/AAAAAAAABB4/F2hCZ-gMF7c/s1600-h/DSCF2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQgripQPI/AAAAAAAABB4/F2hCZ-gMF7c/s320/DSCF2456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437973966191411442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQrEUSHRI/AAAAAAAABCA/mfDxpIsEk0Y/s1600-h/DSCF2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQrEUSHRI/AAAAAAAABCA/mfDxpIsEk0Y/s320/DSCF2458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437974144640752914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQ0QvJS3I/AAAAAAAABCI/TGEznRI7cHY/s1600-h/DSCF2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQ0QvJS3I/AAAAAAAABCI/TGEznRI7cHY/s320/DSCF2459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437974302593469298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQ8RQB1wI/AAAAAAAABCQ/i-u3uc9ME_U/s1600-h/DSCF2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQ8RQB1wI/AAAAAAAABCQ/i-u3uc9ME_U/s320/DSCF2460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437974440170346242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eRHV-zKiI/AAAAAAAABCY/O76gn0H0tpw/s1600-h/DSCF2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eRHV-zKiI/AAAAAAAABCY/O76gn0H0tpw/s320/DSCF2462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437974630418819618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to have nearly all of my siblings (8 out of 10) together again. We sure missed the others though. Congratulations to Joseph and Jessica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6689451536542122380?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6689451536542122380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6689451536542122380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6689451536542122380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6689451536542122380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/02/joseph-and-jessica.html' title='Joseph and Jessica'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S3eQgripQPI/AAAAAAAABB4/F2hCZ-gMF7c/s72-c/DSCF2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3039904046500490164</id><published>2010-02-07T20:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:14:43.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got...personality</title><content type='html'>Zack and I are so in love with our little girl. It is so fun to see how some personality traits do, indeed, come with them from the pre-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S2-F44JWhgI/AAAAAAAABBo/B9Xl3wnT67Q/s1600-h/DSCF1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435710487450256898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S2-F44JWhgI/AAAAAAAABBo/B9Xl3wnT67Q/s320/DSCF1759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning, Emily was being unusually quiet in the TV room. As I walked from the office to the kitchen area, she yelled out, "Noffing, Mommy!" Hmmmm, if I didn't know better...she did this each time I walked through the room. Finally, I investigated - she was putting chapstick all over Cinderella - on the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is the other day we were at my in-laws house. I took Emily downstairs to clean up the toys she had played with. Scotty came too and he help get his stuff cleaned up. I had thought that his good example would help Emily, but she went nuts. I was mortified at the fit she threw. All over a few toys. It was so "cute" to see her cry huge tears for the sympathy then sigh a huge sigh when it didn't work on me. Then she'd fold her arms, turned her back, and silently ignored me. She is barely 2 1/2! She is such a girl and we are in such trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many "girly" things that she has done that I can't figure out where she learned them from. It's so fun to see her grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As difficult as she can be, I still love everything about her! She is such a miracle to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am bored out of my mind right now...since I can't travel at the moment, I am inviting anyone who'd like to to come visit us and our amazingly beautiful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S2-G8No1S5I/AAAAAAAABBw/4NyzWbgS7M8/s1600-h/1221690135lg7lV5U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435711644270676882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S2-G8No1S5I/AAAAAAAABBw/4NyzWbgS7M8/s320/1221690135lg7lV5U.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3039904046500490164?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3039904046500490164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3039904046500490164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3039904046500490164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3039904046500490164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/02/personality.html' title='She&apos;s got...personality'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S2-F44JWhgI/AAAAAAAABBo/B9Xl3wnT67Q/s72-c/DSCF1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8433331510654961655</id><published>2010-01-20T16:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:28:11.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussel Sprouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yuck! Bitter! Nasty! Vomitatious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until now&lt;/em&gt;...a friend of mine suggested I try them sauteed and I found &lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/goldencrusted-brussels-sprouts-recipe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recipe. I cannot believe how tasty these are. It's a miracle. Mmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S1eQj16Ql-I/AAAAAAAABBg/SvaTgkXxiJM/s1600-h/DSCF2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428966821259679714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S1eQj16Ql-I/AAAAAAAABBg/SvaTgkXxiJM/s320/DSCF2408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8433331510654961655?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8433331510654961655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8433331510654961655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8433331510654961655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8433331510654961655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2010/01/brussel-sprouts.html' title='Brussel Sprouts'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/S1eQj16Ql-I/AAAAAAAABBg/SvaTgkXxiJM/s72-c/DSCF2408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3898920769096815688</id><published>2009-12-23T21:29:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:45:34.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack's personal chauffeurs</title><content type='html'>Talking about what happened is just fine. Thinking about what happened when I am all alone is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SzL4HQLsXWI/AAAAAAAABBY/eRIGY7we98U/s1600-h/ambulance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418666105166912866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SzL4HQLsXWI/AAAAAAAABBY/eRIGY7we98U/s320/ambulance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, we went to bed before midnight. Zack got up around 4 o'clock in the morning to use the restroom and then got back in bed. The next thing I knew, it was 6 o'clock am and I was staring at the ceiling wondering why I was awake. I wasn't tired so I just lay there looking at our bedroom windows. All of a sudden Zack let out a loud, painful sounding growl. I called to him but he didn't respond. He immediately began to have a grand mal seizure. You know, the kind where they shake and bounce all over the place. I flipped the light on and futilely tried to get him to snap out of it. I grabbed the phone off my dresser and called 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many dreams where 911 has put me on hold and I desperately hoped that wouldn't happen. As I tried to tell them our address and what was going on, I was shaking like a leaf trying to get Zack to wake up. He continued to seize for at least 20 seconds, which seemed like forever. Finally, he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman (my personal angel) told me to put the phone down and roll him over. I finally was able to get him on his back but he still wouldn't regain consciousness. At least he was breathing, though it was ragged and weird sounding. He was asleep! The nerve ;) I grabbed my robe and ran down to open our door so the paramedics could just run upstairs when they got there. They are 1 mile up the street and it only took 2 1/2 minutes for them to arrive. Let me tell you, that is an eternity with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they arrived, they tried to get him to wake up and took his vitals. Still no response from Zack with the exception that he would open his eyes for a second when they would call him by name loudly. They told me that they would take him to the AF hospital and that I should meet them there. They brought up a special chair with straps to take him down the stairs - another reason why I want a rambler! Anyway, they had to revive him a little to get him to be upright in the chair. They called him again and he started to look around. It seemed to kind of freak him out that there were 8 uniformed men in our bedroom. They told him why they were there and then he immediately fell asleep again. They brought him down the stairs, put him on the gurney, and then rushed him out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of our neighbors were there by the time they took Zack out and the 911 dispatcher had called my parents so that they could come help me with the kids. We had a great deal of support which I will be forever grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the hospital all the while having a nice, long begging session with the Lord. The hospital let me right in to see Zack and he was still really out of it. My dad showed up and then about 15 minutes later, our home teacher arrived. They gave Zack a blessing and I finally began to relax. The ER doctor diagnosed him with a seizure. Wow...really? You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about noon by the time we got home and he slept nearly the entire day and all through the night. He actually went to work the next day. Man, that's so not me...I'd milk it for all it was worth! He had a CT scan which was normal, and just had an MRI done yesterday and plans on having an EEG on Tuesday. Next Wednesday he will see a neurologist which I predict will diagnose him with Epilepsy. For a few years, he has had weird "dizzy spells" which, if I am right, are actually mini seizures called &lt;a href="http://www.epilepsy.com/discussion/962742"&gt;"Aura"s&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I hope that this is epilepsy. It's treatable with medication...otherwise, if it's not, then we are back at square one. The only physical thing that you can see that says something happened to Zack is that he now has red stripes on his shoulders and chest where the straps from the special chair held him in. It's a little weird for Zack for sure. All he remembers is going to bed after using the bathroom and then he was waking up in the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a little tidbit for all you sports fans...The ER doctor, his little brother is Steve Young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3898920769096815688?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3898920769096815688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3898920769096815688' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3898920769096815688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3898920769096815688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/12/zacks-personal-chauffeurs.html' title='Zack&apos;s personal chauffeurs'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SzL4HQLsXWI/AAAAAAAABBY/eRIGY7we98U/s72-c/ambulance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5647596807174074758</id><published>2009-12-17T20:12:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:15:04.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads</title><content type='html'>And by sugar plums, I really mean &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and bake the entire holiday season. Candies, breads, cookies, and most importantly, hand dipped chocolates!!! I guess it's a good thing I didn't join the BR Biggest Loser this year! Starting today, I plan on making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 batches lollipops, cherry &amp;amp; raspberry &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 batches&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pistachio cranberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biscotti&lt;/span&gt; drizzled with white chocolate   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 batches pecan pralines    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch coconut dipped chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;butter rum&lt;/span&gt; dipped chocolate - Zack's favorite   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; lime dipped&lt;/span&gt; chocolates - white chocolates   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;raspberry &lt;/span&gt;dipped chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caramel nut&lt;/span&gt; dipped chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mint&lt;/span&gt; dipped chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 batches &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; fudge   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 batch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; fudge    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 loaves cinnamon raisin bread &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 loaves white bread &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 batches caramel chocolate popcorn - thank you, Gina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 batches English toffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plenty of these for Zack and me with the left over chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SysCGEjZQbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Ug3deVdMa4g/s1600-h/strawberries.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416425280167821746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SysCGEjZQbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Ug3deVdMa4g/s320/strawberries.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I am crazy to try all of this. We're still having to show the house, too! I am going to end up in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; bin considering Christmas is a mere 9 days away. Plus, I think I broke my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a bruised nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5647596807174074758?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5647596807174074758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5647596807174074758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5647596807174074758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5647596807174074758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-visions-of-sugar-plums-danced-in.html' title='While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SysCGEjZQbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Ug3deVdMa4g/s72-c/strawberries.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4335772664317257494</id><published>2009-12-08T21:51:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:28:31.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Does Exist!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sx8wNo8rVmI/AAAAAAAABBE/UYjFaihhrew/s1600-h/grinch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413098288010974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sx8wNo8rVmI/AAAAAAAABBE/UYjFaihhrew/s320/grinch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, for his Young Men's activity, Zachary went swimming at the Legacy Center. He had a great time until they went into the locker room. That's when he discovered that there really are Grade A jerks in this world. Someone stole &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of his clothes. Pants, shirt, socks, boots, coat,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;his watch, even his underwear. He had to run barefoot through the snow and ice wearing just a bathing suit and a cold, wet towel to get to their cars. It is so bitterly cold tonight, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so badly for him. I am upset about the loss of the clothes, but even more, I am sad for his realization that there really is evil in this world. He was so sad. Stuff like that can always be replaced, but not his childhood innocence. Maybe this will be a good experience for him, maybe he'll learn more about forgiveness and compassion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, the only way I can make myself feel any better is to convince myself that whoever stole them must have needed them more than he did. Yeah, sure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4335772664317257494?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4335772664317257494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4335772664317257494' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4335772664317257494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4335772664317257494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-does-exist.html' title='He Does Exist!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sx8wNo8rVmI/AAAAAAAABBE/UYjFaihhrew/s72-c/grinch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4696842915271510946</id><published>2009-11-23T22:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:50:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entries</title><content type='html'>I have to write this stuff down before I forget - which &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, a friend was telling a story about something that had happened to Zacky at their house. He was over playing with their kids and he was trying to clean up a large box of Lego's. As he was trying to put the box back into it's cubby, it would not go in all of the way. So, he tried to shove it in harder......nothing, harder.....nothing. On his last attempt, he pushed it in really hard. There erupted a loud Reeeeeeeear! and out shot the family cat. Apparently, he had been trying to snooze in the dark cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Mikey was playing with Scotty up in Scotty's bedroom. Mikey tried to shut Scotty's closet door really fast. We heard a slam, then a deep, Barry White sounding scream, then Mikey came flying down the stairs and landed on his knees sobbing. He had pinched his thumb in the accordion style closet door. I have never seen a blood blister that large. It was huge!!! We always know that if Mikey is crying, it's something serious. Neither him nor Scotty ever complain of pain. Such examples would be: Scotty having his broken arm for a week before we took him in and this past week he had TWO ear infections, with barely a mention that his ear would hurt when he put his finger in it. I only had him checked after Emily had her ear infection. Oh, and this is our 5th ear infection with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of our kids. Sweeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwwqYthAgNI/AAAAAAAABA8/SXswpy8kKVM/s1600/DSCF1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407743856588390610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwwqYthAgNI/AAAAAAAABA8/SXswpy8kKVM/s320/DSCF1889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4696842915271510946?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4696842915271510946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4696842915271510946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4696842915271510946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4696842915271510946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/11/journal-entries.html' title='Journal Entries'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwwqYthAgNI/AAAAAAAABA8/SXswpy8kKVM/s72-c/DSCF1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3018446134072305626</id><published>2009-11-18T15:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:20:48.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just FYI</title><content type='html'>I have finally discovered my favorite place to shop for clothes. Has anyone ever been to &lt;a href="http://www.christopherandbanks.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christopher &amp;amp; Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? I have never had clothes fit me so comfortably without looking like a mu mu. They have very classic (very feminine) styles and I normally would freak out about their prices (I am so cheap!), but with their sales, I just can't help myself. I only go when they have their "40% off everything in the store or online sales" or when it's their "Buy one get one free" sale. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love that place!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I recently found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christopherandbanks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3814793&amp;amp;cp=2958665.2958682"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christopherandbanks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3672285&amp;amp;cp=2958670.2958725&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and I really want &lt;a href="http://www.christopherandbanks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3814853&amp;amp;cp=2958669.2958716&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just to name a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post seems very familiar. Maybe I've put in a shameless plug for them before, but I am too tired to search for it, so sorry if this is a rerun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3018446134072305626?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3018446134072305626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3018446134072305626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3018446134072305626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3018446134072305626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-fyi.html' title='Just FYI'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8021805346017905491</id><published>2009-11-15T12:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:34:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Anxiety!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwBWb8iPH3I/AAAAAAAABA0/fkwJT3p-4mg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwBWb8iPH3I/AAAAAAAABA0/fkwJT3p-4mg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404414590950776690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am so stressed out. We are still trying to sell the house and the holidays are here. Our neighbors finally sold their house but they let it go for about $24,000 less than it was worth. This makes it even more difficult for us to sell because now we seem really over priced. Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other things adding to our stress and Zack and I are both suffering from extreme symptoms of anxiety/panic attacks. We have narrowed down Zack's "dizzy spells" to his most stressful moments and are assuming that they are stress related. For me, I have been having severe asthma attacks, that have been nearly crippling and the inhaler barely seems to help me. It's odd, but my asthma isn't nearly as bad when Zack is with me. He is my medicine ;) Even now, as I sit here typing, it is driving me crazy to look at the keyboard, the "G" button looks too small in comparison to the others....grrrrrr. I am not even including the stress of what Washington is doing to our country - that's a whole other post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to de-stress myself and calm down except to ask for a blessing from Zack and our home teacher later on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we are all healthy enough, happy enough, and are loving the fall/winter and the holidays. The boys' Primary Program is today and I am excited to see them perform. I also cannot wait to eat, eat, eat for the entire weekend of Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FYI, the lady is &lt;em&gt;breathing&lt;/em&gt; into the bag, not puking into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8021805346017905491?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8021805346017905491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8021805346017905491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8021805346017905491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8021805346017905491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-anxiety.html' title='High Anxiety!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SwBWb8iPH3I/AAAAAAAABA0/fkwJT3p-4mg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-362851958107361361</id><published>2009-11-01T20:05:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:41:03.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, this Halloween has been an unusually busy one for us. I was in charge of our Ward Halloween party and it was a big one. We think at least 200 people came :) I had a lot of great helpers that made everything run much smoother than it originally would have. THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so exhausted that I was not really in the "mood" to do Halloween the next day. Poor Mikey wasn't feeling well either, so he missed the Trick or Treating...&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell by looking at most of our costumes that I LOVE cheap or free costumes?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Babe Magnet - Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5QOwjngmI/AAAAAAAABAE/uSMUP_Ancjc/s1600-h/DSCF1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5QOwjngmI/AAAAAAAABAE/uSMUP_Ancjc/s320/DSCF1871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341217746485858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5RSD7PFOI/AAAAAAAABAc/X2lrvRBXssU/s1600-h/DSCF1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5RSD7PFOI/AAAAAAAABAc/X2lrvRBXssU/s320/DSCF1872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399342373997057250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Mays for the Power of Oxyclean! - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5UcG9DfFI/AAAAAAAABAs/N-A1xkTiMcU/s1600-h/DSCF1788+-+Cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5UcG9DfFI/AAAAAAAABAs/N-A1xkTiMcU/s320/DSCF1788+-+Cropped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345845143567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner - Tommy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5Q1VBYQoI/AAAAAAAABAM/iVK5001BRa0/s1600-h/DSCF1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5Q1VBYQoI/AAAAAAAABAM/iVK5001BRa0/s320/DSCF1870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341880370020994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader - Scotty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5Q_JrgKcI/AAAAAAAABAU/MkG7Cyz546Q/s1600-h/DSCF1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5Q_JrgKcI/AAAAAAAABAU/MkG7Cyz546Q/s320/DSCF1869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399342049124166082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Orphan Annie, Daddy Warbucks, and the Terrible Miss Hannigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5P5r2_FmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JdyVIAZSA0U/s1600-h/DSCF1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5P5r2_FmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JdyVIAZSA0U/s320/DSCF1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340855708292706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5R5lsJfvI/AAAAAAAABAk/6WZtpkO37Q8/s1600-h/DSCF1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5R5lsJfvI/AAAAAAAABAk/6WZtpkO37Q8/s320/DSCF1873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399343053075480306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack was so wonderful...the bald cap was terrible so he went the distance and actually shaved his head! I think it freaked Tommy out and surprised many of the teenagers at church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-362851958107361361?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/362851958107361361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=362851958107361361' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/362851958107361361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/362851958107361361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Su5QOwjngmI/AAAAAAAABAE/uSMUP_Ancjc/s72-c/DSCF1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5380375970968100563</id><published>2009-09-28T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:22:29.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my man</title><content type='html'>While Zack is spending the week in Hawaii, I have been thinking of some of my favorite things about him. One of my favorite is when I hear him tackle one of the boys, grab up their bare foot, and with hand poised to pop their little toes, he'll shout, "Pick a letter between question mark and 9." (or he'll pop them) They'll squeal and yell, "Boat!" hoping they're right. Zack then hollers, "Wrong - it was Jupiter!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5380375970968100563?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5380375970968100563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5380375970968100563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5380375970968100563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5380375970968100563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-my-man.html' title='Missing my man'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1160344399531279724</id><published>2009-09-24T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:33:41.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Today, I ate.........leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really hard for me to do and I have no idea why. However, in order to try to save some money, I am trying to not let things go to waste. Last night for dinner I made low fat Chicken Tortilla soup. It was so yummy. It was even better today since all of the flavors had more time to marry. Anyway, I am so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, it sickens me that on those House Hunting shows, people buy 4,000 sq. foot homes to make sure that their three dogs have enough space inside and out. What a slap in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1160344399531279724?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1160344399531279724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1160344399531279724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1160344399531279724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1160344399531279724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8153053180339715015</id><published>2009-09-17T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:44:45.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>Remember when you'd want a cheap dinner out so you'd take the family to Chuck-O-Rama? Well, gone are the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went a few weeks back and it cost us $60.00!!! Emily was free, too! What a rip-off. It really bothered us, so we weren't upset in the slightest when Mikey dropped a full plate of food on the ground. Well, maybe we were a little embarrassed since it was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;loud when it shattered. Then we made sure that everyone stuffed themselves to the gills to justify spending that much. Not a very fun time at all. So, I guess Chuck-O-Rama gets to be put on the "Never Again" list. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, Mikey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8153053180339715015?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8153053180339715015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8153053180339715015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8153053180339715015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8153053180339715015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5396620412444849775</id><published>2009-09-13T10:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:17:51.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>...waking up to cool breezes coming through the windows, a hearty family breakfast, and this on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sq0XhKzGFwI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bnAApfXVGMU/s1600-h/scrooge-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sq0XhKzGFwI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bnAApfXVGMU/s320/scrooge-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380982988379395842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get emotional just thinking about it!!! Fall and winter are coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sq0bFj_qdcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/OLWG5bKU8dY/s1600-h/scrooge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sq0bFj_qdcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/OLWG5bKU8dY/s320/scrooge2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986912153171394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5396620412444849775?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5396620412444849775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5396620412444849775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5396620412444849775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5396620412444849775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sq0XhKzGFwI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bnAApfXVGMU/s72-c/scrooge-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8171689593810509123</id><published>2009-09-08T11:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:51:26.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last get-a-way of the summer</title><content type='html'>We were blessed to have the opportunity to stay with Zack's parents up at their cabin for the extended weekend. We had a great time visiting with our family. The boys always love time with their cousins. I've hurt my back and the house needs some attention so I'll make it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily watching Caillou on our MP3 player. Whatever stops her screaming. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaRa8dXc7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qB1AknERLEU/s1600-h/DSCF0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaRa8dXc7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qB1AknERLEU/s320/DSCF0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379146697032561586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey and Zachary on a hike with cousins Katie and Annie, Grandma and dad. They were "lucky" enough to find a half buried deer carcass. They dug most of it up and reconstructed the animal. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaRl_sggcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CWqkKUqL5bw/s1600-h/DSCF0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaRl_sggcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/CWqkKUqL5bw/s320/DSCF0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379146886879936962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lincoln pulling Scotty, Little Lincoln, and Will for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaR-A2urgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ykOEW4M7SYo/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaR-A2urgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ykOEW4M7SYo/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147299508104706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins trying to trick the hummingbirds into drinking from Mikey's cup. Mikey does this for hours at a time. Literally. He prefers doing this to riding the ATVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaSM9lI4nI/AAAAAAAAA_I/fQ1NYhhXmv4/s1600-h/DSCF0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaSM9lI4nI/AAAAAAAAA_I/fQ1NYhhXmv4/s320/DSCF0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147556327055986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's new look. The dry air maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaSldiO05I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bcQWJ1dJm-U/s1600-h/DSCF0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaSldiO05I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/bcQWJ1dJm-U/s320/DSCF0623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147977221657490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids at the "lake". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaS0BDUj5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JPlHjvU-ESw/s1600-h/DSCF0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaS0BDUj5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JPlHjvU-ESw/s320/DSCF0627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379148227273854866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8171689593810509123?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8171689593810509123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8171689593810509123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8171689593810509123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8171689593810509123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-get-way-of-summer.html' title='Last get-a-way of the summer'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SqaRa8dXc7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/qB1AknERLEU/s72-c/DSCF0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1131329303426073325</id><published>2009-09-04T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:06:00.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceful as a .....</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine from Texas posted this today. I cannot stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDlS5But2kI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDlS5But2kI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6799904927368617923-1131329303426073325?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1131329303426073325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1131329303426073325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1131329303426073325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1131329303426073325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/09/graceful-as.html' title='Graceful as a .....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8021085820762770248</id><published>2009-08-28T19:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:21:22.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2009</title><content type='html'>Zachary - 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sph_nvuIP8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/UF5C-dRo5zA/s1600-h/DSCF0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sph_nvuIP8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/UF5C-dRo5zA/s320/DSCF0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186476068257730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael - 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sph_17cNgVI/AAAAAAAAA94/OAqa_NIM82k/s1600-h/DSCF0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sph_17cNgVI/AAAAAAAAA94/OAqa_NIM82k/s320/DSCF0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186719732498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiABrc4UgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/OnKzMI-9Nfc/s1600-h/DSCF0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiABrc4UgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/OnKzMI-9Nfc/s320/DSCF0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375186921598767618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty - Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiBpHTOLxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wxsrGZ48SP0/s1600-h/P1010806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiBpHTOLxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wxsrGZ48SP0/s320/P1010806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375188698600976146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I am loving having a girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiAQlf0iBI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7hr15zWXLYM/s1600-h/DSCF0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiAQlf0iBI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7hr15zWXLYM/s320/DSCF0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187177698527250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiAw052NwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/y_Z5sIcFgBY/s1600-h/DSCF0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiAw052NwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/y_Z5sIcFgBY/s320/DSCF0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187731590035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiA8yI74yI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VzB22SOcP7A/s1600-h/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiA8yI74yI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VzB22SOcP7A/s320/DSCF0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187937006445346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiB3U994KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TvAKNDK11jc/s1600-h/DSCF0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SpiB3U994KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TvAKNDK11jc/s320/DSCF0566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375188942788092066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8021085820762770248?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8021085820762770248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8021085820762770248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8021085820762770248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8021085820762770248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First Day of School 2009'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sph_nvuIP8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/UF5C-dRo5zA/s72-c/DSCF0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5859093045496109470</id><published>2009-08-18T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:37:03.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Boring Post Ever</title><content type='html'>1. Emily was stung by a wasp - yet another reason to go out of my way to hunt them down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My house has never been cleaner - I have never been more insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. School starts tomorrow for Zachary - JUNIOR HIGH!!! I am so excited for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. School starts Thursday for Mikey &amp;amp; Tommy. Life will be just that much more crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. School starts next Wednesday for Scotty - can he really be old enough already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So tired I apparently have forgotten how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is the first year EVER that I didn't want them to have to go back to school. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am really looking forward to some mommy daughter time...so excited - hope she'll start to enjoy being with me. Dad seems to be her main squeeze right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Still looking/waiting for our miracle - no, not a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Zack and I have gotten emotional with the cooler weather we've been having - can't wait for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am still laughing at our jokes we had prepared for our talks two weeks ago but didn't share...not really funny though. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have discovered that I am addicted to FB and still eat popcorn and Kit Kats nearly every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am starting to feel old because I hate the t-shirts out for young girls - "To be honest...I'm a liar" ugh! What kind of girls will my sons have to deal with when it comes time for dating and marriage - why is being &lt;em&gt;ladylike&lt;/em&gt; so unpopular?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even I am getting bored with this post - I'll post 1st day of school pics soon-ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5859093045496109470?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5859093045496109470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5859093045496109470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5859093045496109470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5859093045496109470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-boring-post-ever.html' title='Most Boring Post Ever'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8297098653892092980</id><published>2009-07-24T08:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:06:19.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girl!!</title><content type='html'>Emily's favorite thing to do during meal time is to make silly faces. She rarely actually eats. This is her newest material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmnLNpoZGiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-KH9SLS2OR0/s1600-h/DSCF0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362040266735295010 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmnLNpoZGiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-KH9SLS2OR0/s320/DSCF0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-903be90959cebf6b" 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://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D903be90959cebf6b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D749E8DC17BE90793F7625CFB85045AB6DC6A96FC.7C439A1960975724070ABCBB50418C1AAD28EF07%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D903be90959cebf6b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZkx_mTy8H13P97NH6Gc2xEgNUQE&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://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D903be90959cebf6b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D749E8DC17BE90793F7625CFB85045AB6DC6A96FC.7C439A1960975724070ABCBB50418C1AAD28EF07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D903be90959cebf6b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZkx_mTy8H13P97NH6Gc2xEgNUQE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8297098653892092980?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=903be90959cebf6b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8297098653892092980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8297098653892092980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8297098653892092980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8297098653892092980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-girl.html' title='Silly Girl!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmnLNpoZGiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-KH9SLS2OR0/s72-c/DSCF0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4939431914911575324</id><published>2009-07-16T23:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:47:05.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmAOwYkuraI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FV3ZOW0s-NM/s1600-h/ForSaleByOwnerSign.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359299780963904930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmAOwYkuraI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FV3ZOW0s-NM/s320/ForSaleByOwnerSign.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one is interested in a beautiful home on a quiet cul de sac, with four bedrooms plus a large bonus room, two bathrooms, updated ginormous kitchen, .24 acres, A/C, and cold storage let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=475&amp;amp;ad=7298904&amp;amp;cat=&amp;amp;lpid=3&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;city=&amp;amp;zipcode=&amp;amp;sale=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;end=&amp;amp;state=&amp;amp;sort=&amp;amp;keyword="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is our ad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4939431914911575324?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4939431914911575324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4939431914911575324' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4939431914911575324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4939431914911575324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/07/news-flash.html' title='News Flash!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SmAOwYkuraI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FV3ZOW0s-NM/s72-c/ForSaleByOwnerSign.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7352408624435742700</id><published>2009-06-09T14:13:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:54:38.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CFR '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About a week ago, we had a few of the boys' friends over and we were playing the game Apples to Apples. The word was "Boring" and everyone submitted their words that they felt correlated with that word. One of the friends had put in "Family Reunion". Our boys were floored. They could not understand why anyone wouldn't like a family reunion. Yep - ours are great. We usually get together somewhere fun for about 4 days and do everything together and they are always fun - even if things don't always go perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from our 2009 reunion to St. George. What a great week to go. The weather was extremely mild - almost too cool for swimming, and the house we (all 25 of us) stayed in was snug, but perfectly accommodating. The A/C struggled (OK it was non existent) the first night in a few of the bedrooms, but was fixed the next day and was almost too cool. We were able to have large, very tasty meals, we saw "Annie" at Tuachan, played at the city's splash park, the guys played tennis, the ladies did home decor crafts, we did Karaoke (always a hoot), we visited the temple grounds, visited various church history sites, played games, and just relaxed. It was a blast! We always take our camera places but never remember to use it. Here are a few pics of our adventure with more to come as I get them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7JW7gXMMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/9CpUsvrwFuw/s1600-h/DSCF9921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345431203503091906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7JW7gXMMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/9CpUsvrwFuw/s320/DSCF9921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor sleepy Scotty dog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7J2YUYU6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/kSysAaWE1lA/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345431743813407650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7J2YUYU6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/kSysAaWE1lA/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tommy in front of the Hamblin Home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7KJcOEh9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LuuFgDcXCAc/s1600-h/DSCF0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345432071278200786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7KJcOEh9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LuuFgDcXCAc/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In front of the St. George LDS Temple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7KYVf7rNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kUIZ-FMutMg/s1600-h/DSCF0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345432327172107474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7KYVf7rNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kUIZ-FMutMg/s320/DSCF0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tommy's discovery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e709c88ffddfb52c" 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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De709c88ffddfb52c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D3F37796706721B2E78B5DC51E8F5635C77AA66.3ED2635ED01BB44A6F030E0EE17A2D99F0E05989%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De709c88ffddfb52c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOLLQbEaWRMPlOOKxX5mRYdUNx8&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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De709c88ffddfb52c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D3F37796706721B2E78B5DC51E8F5635C77AA66.3ED2635ED01BB44A6F030E0EE17A2D99F0E05989%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De709c88ffddfb52c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOLLQbEaWRMPlOOKxX5mRYdUNx8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Kali &amp;amp; Kristie who put lot of time &amp;amp; effort into planning this year's reunion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7352408624435742700?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e709c88ffddfb52c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7352408624435742700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7352408624435742700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7352408624435742700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7352408624435742700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/06/cfr-09.html' title='CFR &apos;09'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Si7JW7gXMMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/9CpUsvrwFuw/s72-c/DSCF9921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3043532575189495798</id><published>2009-05-28T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:03:05.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>Scotty had the opportunity to go to pre-school this year. He loved it!! They each had a speaking part at their graduation and many songs were sung. What a fun time we had. Here are a few pics from his big night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-679e475ff427063d" 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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D679e475ff427063d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17BB3FC698E001124127C2C4A34AF995E1606C54.3063F1C15CBCCC2EC10F1969429BFFC43798EF57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D679e475ff427063d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D91Lp5Oe-VzEW5b_4SFo4BG6fLSA&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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D679e475ff427063d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329959288%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17BB3FC698E001124127C2C4A34AF995E1606C54.3063F1C15CBCCC2EC10F1969429BFFC43798EF57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D679e475ff427063d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D91Lp5Oe-VzEW5b_4SFo4BG6fLSA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sh75LANghAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/rdJ1wyz8mWw/s1600-h/DSCF9763.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340980175538521090 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sh75LANghAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/rdJ1wyz8mWw/s320/DSCF9763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sh75T02s3mI/AAAAAAAAA84/DbkJMEM5-B0/s1600-h/DSCF9779.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340980327108894306 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sh75T02s3mI/AAAAAAAAA84/DbkJMEM5-B0/s320/DSCF9779.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3043532575189495798?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=679e475ff427063d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3043532575189495798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3043532575189495798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3043532575189495798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3043532575189495798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sh75LANghAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/rdJ1wyz8mWw/s72-c/DSCF9763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2088958786372523633</id><published>2009-05-20T14:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:29:19.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zing!</title><content type='html'>OK, so we have tried yet another new recipe and loved it. This is a super tasty garlic butter spread for corn on the cob. Cook the corn the way you prefer - grilled or boiled and then indulge. Mmmmmmmmm-mmmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ShRxH-5lUrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0bNFAtupEG4/s1600-h/cornDSC_6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ShRxH-5lUrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0bNFAtupEG4/s320/cornDSC_6347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338015840298422962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Butter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter or margarine, slightly softened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, peeled and coarsely chopped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon chili powder - we are wimpy so I used a little more that 1/8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handful of fresh chives, coarsely chopped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt and freshly ground black pepper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup crumbled cotija cheese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 fresh limes, quartered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine butter, garlic, chili powder, and chives in a food processor and process until smooth. Season with salt and pepper. Set aside until ready to use.&lt;br /&gt;Cook corn and smear with garlic butter, top with cheese, and sprinkle with lime juice. The picture above is obviously much more heavy on the chili powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!! This is sinfully good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2088958786372523633?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2088958786372523633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2088958786372523633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2088958786372523633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2088958786372523633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/05/zing.html' title='Zing!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ShRxH-5lUrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0bNFAtupEG4/s72-c/cornDSC_6347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6418380652894938944</id><published>2009-05-11T11:18:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:50:03.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SghppaxDhqI/AAAAAAAAA78/jMIBb-R-DFY/s1600-h/DSCF0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334629918900979362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SghppaxDhqI/AAAAAAAAA78/jMIBb-R-DFY/s320/DSCF0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was a sad one in our family. Zack's childhood home was burned to the ground. They lived in that house for 23 years. The company that bought the property from the Churches offered to let the Pleasant Grove Fire Department use it for about 6 weeks to train their men. The Fire Chief was kind enough to call the Churches and let us come to see it in it's final moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SgidZQudrpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Xh3GY6jS89c/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SgidZQudrpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Xh3GY6jS89c/s320/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334686815932493458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firefighters did some little exercises inside for a bit and then they came pouring out of the home and said that it was time. They started the fire in the upper west side (Matt's bedroom) and it roared down the hall to the massive balcony that overlooked their lovely living room. Then it went downstairs and consumed the rest. It was so hard to watch. The firefighters said that it took 8 minutes for it to become completely engulfed.I believe that it was at least a 6,000 square foot home that they built all on their own nearly from scratch. So much of their hard work brought so much joy to so many. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sghr75qcoTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n-zdo2_KhbE/s1600-h/DSCF9625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632435455664434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sghr75qcoTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n-zdo2_KhbE/s320/DSCF9625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there was at least 200-300 people who stopped by to see it. So many people have been a part of that home. We even had our wedding reception there. Zack didn't want to go at all, but I thought it might be fun for the boys to go see it. Boy was I wrong. The minute we turned the corner and saw the little wisps of smoke, I burst into tears. We parked at the church next door and walked over. The firefighters were so kind and let us go right up to the front of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SghtdqnleAI/AAAAAAAAA8M/V_jZPYkWFKo/s1600-h/DSCF9629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634115044308994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SghtdqnleAI/AAAAAAAAA8M/V_jZPYkWFKo/s320/DSCF9629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack kept his distance, but finally joined the rest of the family. Everyone kept saying that his emotions were close to the surface - that is a big understatement. All of his memories, the good and the bad, I am sure came rushing back to him. Our sons also shed tears of sorrow, particularly Mikey. When his Aunt Kali asked him what his favorite memories were, he immediately said, "Chocolate chip pancakes". I am so glad that they have such great and warm memories of this home. I have a great sorrow for Scotty and Emily who never will. I think Scotty was too young to remember it. Zack's dad didn't even come. It was hard enough for him to see the enormous plume of smoke from across the lake In Saratoga Springs. To be honest, I am glad he didn't come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sght4gD6cqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OjNvBF7NDjU/s1600-h/DSCF9632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634576066802338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sght4gD6cqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OjNvBF7NDjU/s320/DSCF9632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a great close up of the beautiful double sided fireplace we all enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news clip from the fire. It's a bit choppy, but still neat to watch.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzOg3cyQlIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzOg3cyQlIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through so many different feelings and thoughts. Today, I am surprised to find that I am dealing with anger and then back to sadness. Zack and I are working so hard to make sure that our children have warm fuzzies about our own home. Thank you so much, mom and dad, for such sweet memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6418380652894938944?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6418380652894938944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6418380652894938944' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6418380652894938944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6418380652894938944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SghppaxDhqI/AAAAAAAAA78/jMIBb-R-DFY/s72-c/DSCF0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3230367165085708223</id><published>2009-04-23T12:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:34:04.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week, Tommy had to make an instruction book at school. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How to Annoy Your Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, find a hat. Put it on slanted. Then you show your dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;example: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SfDCPNVaHDI/AAAAAAAAA70/dLK2QAPUcGo/s1600-h/070816_bigbang_img3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327971925712575538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SfDCPNVaHDI/AAAAAAAAA70/dLK2QAPUcGo/s320/070816_bigbang_img3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, go to your dad and say "sqweemlesh" about 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;Then, say, "Hey dad, I just texted you!"&lt;br /&gt;Last, say, "Hey dad, I gots a toy and I likes to plays with it's!" Then he will get mad at you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that we are witnessing the beginning talents of the next Pulitzer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3230367165085708223?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3230367165085708223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3230367165085708223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3230367165085708223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3230367165085708223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to.html' title='How to:'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SfDCPNVaHDI/AAAAAAAAA70/dLK2QAPUcGo/s72-c/070816_bigbang_img3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-9003199025808047324</id><published>2009-04-20T14:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:24:29.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recharged!</title><content type='html'>Well, for our Spring Break we were able to go up to Bear Lake for the entire week. We had a blast! On Monday we ate at The Bear Trapper Steakhouse. It was kind of pricey but the kids thought it was soooo fancy because they brought out their fresh raspberry sorbet to "cleanse every one's palate". The best parts of this restaurant were the fireplaces and that Emily kept growling at the wooden bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sezy8p8bkfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/E5qrzy_8wiM/s1600-h/DSCF9450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326899583137845746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sezy8p8bkfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/E5qrzy_8wiM/s320/DSCF9450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It was so windy and cold - it looks like I ran into the picture.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were also able to take the kids swimming numerous times in the heated indoor pool. I really struggled with this due to two things. One, I am terrified of my kids drowning and two, the water was all cloudy and every time some stranger's kid came by me, snot was all over their face. I knew I was just sitting in everything gross a kid could come up with. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed the rain and snow. I know this sounds weird, but we loved it. We were all cozy and warm and had even anticipated this weather. The boys had a blast playing their Uncle Joseph's XBox 360 and I even played. We rented new movies and had a movie night every night but one. That night we had a Call of Duty 4 competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sez0ACRjiFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-GAN4Nz5JUo/s1600-h/DSCF9471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326900740720134226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sez0ACRjiFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-GAN4Nz5JUo/s320/DSCF9471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't worry, Zack will photo shop me into this picture later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place everyone has to visit if they travel to Bear Lake is the KOA grocery store. Odd suggestion, right? They were unbelievable. The first time we stopped in, the electricity went out so their computers were down. The man rang up our items, made a list and just said, "Come back tomorrow, I trust you." WOW!!! We stopped in at least 2 other times and they remembered us each time and even asked how Mikey's foot was. (He had sliced it open on the filter or something in the hot tub.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sez0uJa89TI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NTbGLr3R7jU/s1600-h/DSCF9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sez0uJa89TI/AAAAAAAAA7s/NTbGLr3R7jU/s320/DSCF9487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901532912579890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily kept herself very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of our vacation, we went down into Logan. I cannot get enough of this place. I literally think about it all day long. It was so pretty and every one was so friendly. Zack and I have always wanted to live somewhere more rural. It was gorgeous!!!I loved seeing the rolling hills of the farms and even the smells were inviting. And yes...I do mean cow manure. Ha, ha, ha!! (but only as long as it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;distant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we also were able to visit with a friend of Zack's from his mission. We had a wonderful dinner and we had a great time visiting with the Peapealalo family. They have four gorgeous daughters and our boys had a great time playing with them. Thank you so much guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to go back to Logan and Bear Lake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-9003199025808047324?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/9003199025808047324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=9003199025808047324' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9003199025808047324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9003199025808047324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/04/recharged.html' title='Recharged!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sezy8p8bkfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/E5qrzy_8wiM/s72-c/DSCF9450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1686792800326335996</id><published>2009-04-03T10:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:44:17.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you &amp; what have you done with the real me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;%#*%$ This is the second time I am having to write this post - way to add insult to injury. Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdY8dfQZ1vI/AAAAAAAAA7U/hZELhPgVmoc/s1600-h/tropical-beach-living-desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320506487088994034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdY8dfQZ1vI/AAAAAAAAA7U/hZELhPgVmoc/s320/tropical-beach-living-desktop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdY8E7IDv7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/mXFRQIE01hs/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho...Right now I am dying to go visit someplace warm, beautiful, and relaxing. My friends' posts saying the same things aren't helping either! This is so very unlike me. I usually detest anything over about 72 degrees. However, this year is different and I don't know why. Maybe it's my itchy feet syndrome that I get about every 3 years to go and experience someplace new. Who knows. So, since we have a full week off for Spring Break, we are taking our family on a trip all the way to............Bear Lake. We are going to freeze our cans off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Bear Lake you ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were hoping to go to Saint George, but with all of the high school and college "no brains" going there for their break, everything is either booked or is waaaay too pricey. Luckily, Zack' s parents were able to help us find a nice condo up at Bear Lake that has an indoor pool. Hopefully, we will also be able to make a couple of day trips down to Logan. Other than that, I have no idea of what we'll be able to do. Maybe we could learn how to carve ice sculptures or go ice fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All teasing aside, I am actually &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; excited. I love going to places I have never been to before and I am looking forward to the week long 'time out". When we get back I will be sure to show off my new tan ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, does anyone know if you can rent a wii?&lt;/div&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/6799904927368617923-1686792800326335996?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1686792800326335996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1686792800326335996' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1686792800326335996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1686792800326335996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-are-you-what-have-you-done-with.html' title='Who are you &amp; what have you done with the real me?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdY8dfQZ1vI/AAAAAAAAA7U/hZELhPgVmoc/s72-c/tropical-beach-living-desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6181177221948282482</id><published>2009-03-27T19:25:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:05:02.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The people we ought to be... once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdAJQomwWxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/izqUgO9P7_k/s1600-h/FoundingFathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761341307083538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdAJQomwWxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/izqUgO9P7_k/s320/FoundingFathers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years ago, I was blessed to have the experience of traveling to Pennsylvania. I was able to visit Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, Valley Forge, among many, many other historical places. The Spirit there was as strong as it can be in the Temple. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a love for our Founding Fathers. In Doctrine and Covenants 101:80 it says, "I established the Constitution of this land, by the hands of wise men whom I raised up unto this very purpose, and redeemed the land by the shedding of blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful to know that our Heavenly Father directed our Founding Fathers in such a beautiful work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that note...I am excited, I am nervous, and I am thrilled to say that I am a 9 - 12er. What is a 9-12er? If you believe that it is vital that we live our lives on principals and values, you too just might be a 9 -12er. First, the principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;America Is Good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe in God and He is the Center of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“The propitious smiles of Heaven can never be expected on a nation that disregards the external rules of order and right which Heaven itself has ordained.” from George Washington’s first Inaugural address.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I must always try to be a more honest person than I was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“I hope that I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider to be the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man.” George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The family is sacred. My spouse and I are the ultimate authority, not the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“It is in the love of one’s family only that heartfelt happiness is known. By a law of our nature, we cannot be happy without the endearing connections of a family.” Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you break the law you pay the penalty. Justice is blind and no one is above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“I deem one of the essential principles of our government… equal and exact justice to all men of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political.” Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, but there is no guarantee of equal results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Everyone has a natural right to choose that vocation in life which he thinks most likely to give him comfortable subsistence.” Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I work hard for what I have and I will share it with who I want to. Government cannot force me to be charitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; “It is not everyone who asketh that deserveth charity; all however, are worth of the inquiry or the deserving may suffer.” George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is not un-American for me to disagree with authority or to share my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“In a free and republican government, you cannot restrain the voice of the multitude; every man will speak as he thinks, or more properly without thinking.” George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The government works for me. I do not answer to them, they answer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“I consider the people who constitute a society or a nation as the source of all authority in that nation.” Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Values:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty - Reverence - Hope - Thrift - Humility -&lt;br /&gt;Charity - Sincerity - Moderation - Hard Work -&lt;br /&gt;Courage - Personal Responsibility - Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused as to why everyone seems to have forgotten the lessons we learned from 9-11. On September 12th, we all promised ourselves that we would stick closer to what was truly important in this life. However, we are all back to the bickering, fighting, finger pointing, and looking out for ourselves and no one else style of living. Back to our September 10th selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am sticking my neck out by saying this, but I am sick and tired of people screaming about how patriotic they are, but when push comes to shove, they stand around whining and complaining about what's going on with our country instead of taking actions to try to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am no longer one of those people. I am now a part of "The 9-12 Project". It is getting larger everyday and it is gaining speed - rapidly (over 340,000 as of today). If you feel that these principals and values are indeed important and worthy of your attention, please join up. It is not a democrat vs republican thing. It is a right vs wrong thing. It always has been. If you would like to get more info and even see what other people around the country are doing &lt;a href="http://the912project.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like I have a voice and that I am no longer alone in how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6181177221948282482?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6181177221948282482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6181177221948282482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6181177221948282482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6181177221948282482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-we-ought-to-be-once-more.html' title='The people we ought to be... once more'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SdAJQomwWxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/izqUgO9P7_k/s72-c/FoundingFathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4394331598477270817</id><published>2009-03-18T21:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:27:31.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ScG7MUrdDTI/AAAAAAAAA68/mjuLiyy9GN0/s1600-h/four-leaf_clover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314734855657688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ScG7MUrdDTI/AAAAAAAAA68/mjuLiyy9GN0/s320/four-leaf_clover2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This was Scotty's first St. Patrick's Day that he could remember. He made sure to wear green and he even had a green party at pre-school. Today, Scotty woke up just so excited. He came downstairs and announced that he had to wear red today because it was St. Spongebob's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ScG5O3dNQsI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ctnSD98F8Cg/s1600-h/patrickbio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314732700329657026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ScG5O3dNQsI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ctnSD98F8Cg/s320/patrickbio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4394331598477270817?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4394331598477270817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4394331598477270817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4394331598477270817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4394331598477270817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in translation'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/ScG7MUrdDTI/AAAAAAAAA68/mjuLiyy9GN0/s72-c/four-leaf_clover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6034810520263178563</id><published>2009-03-07T19:58:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:52:47.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Design on a dime</title><content type='html'>I have discovered that I have an annual tradition. Every time Zack leaves on business, I get to work with huge projects on the house. What he doesn't know...right? I figure, if I can spare him the stress of my craziness, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first one:&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I painted these "tiles" on the walls. We also painted our living room and the other walls in the kitchen. Twice - within two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM7dpBt7qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lTnLLlDYuFc/s1600-h/Kitchen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310653766015250082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM7dpBt7qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lTnLLlDYuFc/s320/Kitchen1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbNO4HKeqOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/m_5Fg7mTCZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbNO4HKeqOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/m_5Fg7mTCZ0/s320/IMG_1706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310675111502588130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came the demolition of our kitchen:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2007/12/before-and-after.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;before and after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I was not nearly as brave or as energetic, so I only sanded and painted our bathroom cabinets and painted said bathroom and our bedroom. I was all set. I had a leisurely 4 days to finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the call. He announced that his work had finished earlier than expected and he was coming home two days early. Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!! I had yet to paint our room and bathroom at this point, though they had been both primed. I kicked it into high gear and finished everything with time to spare. This could not have been possible had it not been for my wonderful mom and &lt;a href="http://ward-up.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gracious friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who took Emily for me during my panic.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my before and after of my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM8xW7bLvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/cU-rDwjLNPc/s1600-h/DSCF9363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310655204266028786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM8xW7bLvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/cU-rDwjLNPc/s320/DSCF9363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM9Aqf6rsI/AAAAAAAAA6c/7esIOouZu_o/s1600-h/DSCF9370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310655467217399490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM9Aqf6rsI/AAAAAAAAA6c/7esIOouZu_o/s320/DSCF9370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a before of my bedroom. Needless to say, it was a very dark teal-ish green. Gag. Now it is a beautiful, light, calming blue. As soon as I have the curtains up and the new light fixture (someday) I'll post the picture. Anyway...where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, Zack will not have to leave again until October. I wonder what I can think up to do next...just kidding, Zack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6034810520263178563?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6034810520263178563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6034810520263178563' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6034810520263178563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6034810520263178563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/03/design-on-dime.html' title='Design on a dime'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SbM7dpBt7qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lTnLLlDYuFc/s72-c/Kitchen1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7132007359353430990</id><published>2009-03-01T17:27:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:44:49.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Don't let this cute, innocent little face fool you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sas2NDs1MlI/AAAAAAAAA58/Mx_wtaYCuS4/s1600-h/DSCF9185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sas2NDs1MlI/AAAAAAAAA58/Mx_wtaYCuS4/s320/DSCF9185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308396183745802834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Emily starts to talk at 7am and then decides to go back to sleep. Not a big deal if you are able to go back to sleep easily. I ended up laying there for about an hour and a half until Scotty starting causing problems, but that's a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Emily woke up about 2 hours later soaking wet. Apparently, the little lush had too much to drink at grandma's house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ten seconds after removing Emily's diaper for her bath, she piddles on the floor. Yep, way too much to drink last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Emily was so cranky that I ended up putting her to bed a little bit before ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We got to church on time and she was actually in a decent mood until "it" happened. She was so excited to get the water for the sacrament that she nearly grabbed the tray when it was on the row behind us. When it was our turn, she was still standing on the bench next to me. I had one hand around her arm to steady her and as I grasped the water tray, she took a large lunge forward. To her surprise but not to mine, there was no bench underneath her step. As she started to fall, she threw her hands out to stop herself. She grabbed the water tray and it didn't just dump the water, it all splashed upwards and then fell all over the both of us and Scotty. My shirt, skirt, shoes, Emily's dress and shoes, the floor, the bench, and Scotty's pants were all wet. Really wet. The tray had to have been holding an extra gallon or two on the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then continued her descent to the ground below and started to cry - loudly. I kind of sat there dazed and seemed to not know what to do next. I clumsily put the tray back together and then I gave her her sip of the sacrament (priorities, right?). Apparently, this made her even angrier. I handed my now empty sacrament cup - which was not empty from me partaking but still empty nonetheless, to Zacky, picked up Emily and stood to leave to go clean up. Little plastic cups tumbled to the floor around us as we walked out of the chapel. So embarrassing. It also happened to be our ward conference so it was extra crowded. &lt;br /&gt;Then as the final "kick her while she's down" moment, I was hoping to get the sacrament when they came out to the hallway, but as I was speedily approaching the lobby, the deacon looked right at me, I held up my hand to signal him that I needed it, and he went right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I just can't get enough of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7132007359353430990?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7132007359353430990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7132007359353430990' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7132007359353430990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7132007359353430990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/03/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/Sas2NDs1MlI/AAAAAAAAA58/Mx_wtaYCuS4/s72-c/DSCF9185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-213726011155988372</id><published>2009-02-28T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:06:59.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>Today, as we were leaving Walmart, Scotty ran to get a drink out of the drinking fountain. He returned all smiles and said,"Mommy, that was yummy water - it wasn't hairy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-213726011155988372?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/213726011155988372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=213726011155988372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/213726011155988372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/213726011155988372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/02/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6293987169367783199</id><published>2009-02-16T11:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:46:52.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Journal's Sake</title><content type='html'>At first I was bummed...then pacified...then excited...now eternally grateful. Quite honestly, the idea of having to spend Valentine's evening at the adult session of Stake Conference was not my idea of a romantic evening. Then it was announced that Elder M. Russell Ballard was to be there and to speak to us. WOWSERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack and I carpooled with my mom (my dad had to chaperone a BYU singles dance) and we sat on those lovely and super soft metal chairs. Funny how looking back, I can't remember being uncomfortable at all. The speakers were wonderful. I remember them so clearly. President Meek was great - so happy to have him as our new Stake President. We also were blessed to listen to Elder Richard W. Wheeler (our Area Seventy) - he was funny and his talk really opened my eyes to certain realities. We even based our F.H.E. on his talk. So wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SZnDZ-fVC8I/AAAAAAAAA5s/OIV5Norg1MY/s1600-h/m_russell_ballard_MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SZnDZ-fVC8I/AAAAAAAAA5s/OIV5Norg1MY/s320/m_russell_ballard_MD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303484887244016578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Elder Ballard was also so fun to listen to. When he entered the room, everyone stood and was absolutely silent. The Spirit touched us as we watched him come in. We are so blessed to live in a time when the Restored Gospel is on the Earth. The Spirit bore witness to us that an Apostle of the Lord, Jesus Christ was in our midst and was about to speak to us. He taught us the importance of learning to listen to the promptings of The Lord through the Holy Ghost. That Zion is really within our hearts. After the closing song and prayer, Zack and I were able to shake his hand. It was so soft - probably the softest one I've ever felt. He smiled at us and continued on... This event will go down in my personal history as one of the choicest experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Sunday, we were able to squeeze in to hear him and others again for the main part of the Stake Conference. We arrived about 40 minutes early and were about 3 rows to the last in the gym. (We have a large stake. Not all of the wards were able to fit at the stake center, so the other wards had satellite coverage at the other buildings.) So crowded, but well worth it. The kids were all so reverent and well behaved. Even Emily was great until the last 15 minutes. Not bad for being in one spot for &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't imagine a better way to spend Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6293987169367783199?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6293987169367783199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6293987169367783199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6293987169367783199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6293987169367783199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-journals-sake.html' title='For Journal&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SZnDZ-fVC8I/AAAAAAAAA5s/OIV5Norg1MY/s72-c/m_russell_ballard_MD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6127806244195673633</id><published>2009-01-31T20:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:51:49.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy's Big Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was Tommy's baptism day!! He has been waiting so long and he has been so excited for this special day. We were very fortunate to have so much of our family close enough to be able to attend. His dad was able to baptize and confirm him and Zack loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SYUZdWnRUfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/k_k--p7saGM/s1600-h/DSCF9298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SYUZdWnRUfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/k_k--p7saGM/s320/DSCF9298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297668528748450290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism we all headed over to my parents' home as it is the only place really big enough for us all to gather, and had a super yummy luncheon. For dessert, we had a big birthday cake from Costco that said, "Happy Birthday, Tammy!" Again, it would seem that I never have any luck when it comes to store bought cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a wonderful day and I know that he is so happy...you can see it all over his beautiful face. He has such a sweet and simple testimony, and it is so strong......&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He Knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to give a quick shout out to everyone who pitched in to help us with our big day - Thank you so much - I couldn't have done it without you (at least without being committed to the looney bin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from his birthday party on Friday night (another reason I now need to be committed). Too bad I can't add volume to this picture to give you the full effect. Eight year old boys are so loud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SYUZUllxZRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/et7Z7xC9Lqg/s1600-h/DSCF9294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SYUZUllxZRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/et7Z7xC9Lqg/s320/DSCF9294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297668378149872914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6127806244195673633?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6127806244195673633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6127806244195673633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6127806244195673633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6127806244195673633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/01/tommys-big-day.html' title='Tommy&apos;s Big Day!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SYUZdWnRUfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/k_k--p7saGM/s72-c/DSCF9298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1452240115835376970</id><published>2009-01-23T12:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:45:32.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartstrings</title><content type='html'>Last night our poor little Emily started up with the super fun RSV. She never screamed for us to come get her, but she just moaned and coughed throughout the night. At 2:40am I went in and got her out of bed. For some reason, everything seemed to move in slow motion. I don't really know why it seemed like that. Maybe it was because I was trying to keep everything quiet and low key for her. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SXojAyGCjoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-PijxX3vNEs/s1600-h/DSCF9269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SXojAyGCjoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-PijxX3vNEs/s320/DSCF9269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294582808281517698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wheezing was loud and pained but she was happy to see me. I took her into my bathroom and began to wash her snotty and drooly face. As I did this, she looked up at me sleepily, smiled and said something unclear. I remember thinking, at that very moment, that even with the grimy face and hair stuck to her cheeks and nose, that she was still the most beautiful person in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back into her room, changed her diaper, smeared Vicks Vaporub on her feet (don't ask, it didn't work anyway), fixed up the humidifier, and then I rocked and sang to her. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She snuggled in tight and let me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As un-fun as it probably was for her, last night was magical for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1452240115835376970?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1452240115835376970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1452240115835376970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1452240115835376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1452240115835376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartstrings.html' title='Heartstrings'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SXojAyGCjoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-PijxX3vNEs/s72-c/DSCF9269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6028063335535247382</id><published>2009-01-09T18:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:18:43.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin'</title><content type='html'>There can be no way that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; daughter thinks that this is a good thing. I told her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;time that it was "yucky blah" and now she thinks it's a hilarious thing to do for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SWf1XX7UL0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_iOnP0B6m-E/s1600-h/DSCF9253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SWf1XX7UL0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_iOnP0B6m-E/s320/DSCF9253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289466069278535490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys never did this....what on earth should I expect next? Peeing in the backyard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SWf1mFLEgcI/AAAAAAAAA4U/EXgMexkHKlk/s1600-h/DSCF9255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SWf1mFLEgcI/AAAAAAAAA4U/EXgMexkHKlk/s320/DSCF9255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289466321942380994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do her eyes look so green or what? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thanks, grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-6028063335535247382?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6028063335535247382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6028063335535247382' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6028063335535247382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6028063335535247382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/01/diggin.html' title='Diggin&apos;'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SWf1XX7UL0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_iOnP0B6m-E/s72-c/DSCF9253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3318969810732905399</id><published>2009-01-02T10:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:11:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>I love coming to a new year. It is a bitter-sweet moment for me. I miss the times we had and don't really favor how time flies, but I love the amazing hope that it can also bring. No matter what kind of knucklehead choices I made in 2008, I get a fresh start to become a more wise and thoughtful person. Most of that is due to the Savior's atonement, which fortunately can be used at any time throughout the year. I also love to be able to take the chance to better myself. I have no idea why it's an exciting thing at New Year's but a pain in the neck the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack and I have really enjoyed this song by our friend Josh Groban. It says it all. &lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions for 2009 and beyond is to be more thankful. I need to whine less and open my eyes to all of the tens of thousands of great things in my life and those lives around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop calling the young 20 somethings jerks just because they bought the house that I have admired from afar, or because they have 4 wheelers and snowmobiles to play with. I need to be "happy" for those jerks and realize that I am so blessed already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with so many things that it is nearly impossible to even find a starting place to list it all. I am going to try my best this year to be better at so many things, but it is sweet to know that it's OK when I don't become 'perfect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to wishing everyone a beautiful and very hopeful Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3318969810732905399?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3318969810732905399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3318969810732905399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3318969810732905399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3318969810732905399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8998533403622234588</id><published>2008-12-19T13:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:01:12.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like nails on a chalkboard</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Christmas music. I even listen in July when I can. However, I think that I will try to get a new law passed. From now on, both Rod Stewart and Michael Bolton will be banned from singing Christmas songs. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I can't stand it any longer! Oh, and Neil Diamond - you're next on the list so don't get too comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8998533403622234588?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8998533403622234588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8998533403622234588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8998533403622234588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8998533403622234588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-nails-on-chalkboard.html' title='Like nails on a chalkboard'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3258339259561750900</id><published>2008-12-16T14:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:17:32.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every night our sweet babies, Scotty and Emily, wait excitedly for their daddy to come home. This is one of my favorite things to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SUgm7S1kfjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7DWtMGsYE58/s1600-h/DSCF9166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SUgm7S1kfjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7DWtMGsYE58/s320/DSCF9166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280513363202571826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what you don't see is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; nose smooshed up against the other front window anxiously waiting for him while I make dinner. The best time of my day is when he gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3258339259561750900?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3258339259561750900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3258339259561750900' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3258339259561750900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3258339259561750900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-night-our-sweet-babies-scotty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SUgm7S1kfjI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7DWtMGsYE58/s72-c/DSCF9166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-6194826279232080041</id><published>2008-12-05T21:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:55:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Freak</title><content type='html'>Mikey discovered a new talent the other night during his shower. I hope he's using soap at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sYppfS1xh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sYppfS1xh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6799904927368617923-6194826279232080041?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/6194826279232080041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=6194826279232080041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6194826279232080041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/6194826279232080041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/12/circus-freak.html' title='Circus Freak'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8652285298962509584</id><published>2008-12-03T11:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:41:44.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had my name on it alright....</title><content type='html'>It gets pretty windy here, especially when a front rolls in. The strong wood post is completely shattered. It has been basically sitting in wet dirt for about 2 years now thanks to our lovely neighbors up behind us. Yep - they still have a leak somewhere and we get to reap the benefits of it. I felt the busted wood this morning and the wood fibers feel just like crepe paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STbSHk2nKII/AAAAAAAAA38/Gc2Ae7T8Mr8/s1600-h/DSCF9148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STbSHk2nKII/AAAAAAAAA38/Gc2Ae7T8Mr8/s320/DSCF9148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275635041104767106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently, the grass is indeed greener on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8652285298962509584?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8652285298962509584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8652285298962509584' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8652285298962509584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8652285298962509584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-my-name-on-it-alright.html' title='Had my name on it alright....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STbSHk2nKII/AAAAAAAAA38/Gc2Ae7T8Mr8/s72-c/DSCF9148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1227778863689932537</id><published>2008-12-01T15:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:00:26.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>I took a picture of a miraculous thing today. We have had this balloon since Zack's birthday. I cannot believe that it has lasted since September 19th!!! Why is it that the ones I pay for barely make it through to the end of the party? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRmlH2ZIWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tVDcJf-JD0s/s1600-h/DSCF9146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRmlH2ZIWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tVDcJf-JD0s/s320/DSCF9146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274953851506073954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this past Sunday, we took our family picture. Here are some of the fun extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRoEZHwgEI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sCeOKLlgjgI/s1600-h/DSCF9132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRoEZHwgEI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sCeOKLlgjgI/s320/DSCF9132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955488229883970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRr3z6-zhI/AAAAAAAAA3o/bOh5l3Kl8B8/s1600-h/DSCF9135_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRr3z6-zhI/AAAAAAAAA3o/bOh5l3Kl8B8/s320/DSCF9135_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274959670132264466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRsXARVqOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DMyK4e-gVDo/s1600-h/DSCF9136_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRsXARVqOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DMyK4e-gVDo/s320/DSCF9136_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274960206023207138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1227778863689932537?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1227778863689932537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1227778863689932537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1227778863689932537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1227778863689932537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/STRmlH2ZIWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tVDcJf-JD0s/s72-c/DSCF9146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2942506869596613913</id><published>2008-11-23T17:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:45:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Nutrition?</title><content type='html'>I am so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night during the football game, I was making pizza. As I took it out of the oven, the flimsy tray it was on bent in half. Thank you, Papa Murphy's.&lt;br /&gt;As it bent in half, it burned the back of two of my fingers, slithered down the front of the cabinets and onto the floor. Well, at least the cheesy part did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad. I knew I had to act fast, didn't this apply for the 10 second rule? After I yelled at the darn thing, Zack and I quickly picked up the glob of goo and did the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put it back on the crust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then mushed it around to cover the entire pizza. It ended up looking like someone barfed pizza all over it. Yummy. What the kids don't know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the kitchen floor had been cleaned that day, a miracle in and of itself. Plus, we can think of it as just trying to strengthen our children. You know - whatever doesn't hurt them just makes them stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2942506869596613913?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2942506869596613913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2942506869596613913' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2942506869596613913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2942506869596613913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/extra-nutrition.html' title='Extra Nutrition?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7468245061562307326</id><published>2008-11-21T13:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:50:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SScyA01fDfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IJT3AdELYuo/s1600-h/dollar-toliet-paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SScyA01fDfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IJT3AdELYuo/s320/dollar-toliet-paper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236878624820722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was in a bit of a panic yesterday. It all started by watching the news. It always does. It was turning out to be another really bad day for the market, and the bailouts were all over the place - basically we're going to you-know-where in a hand basket. A very fast one. This, of course, caused me to panic. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to bulk up on some food storage, so I made my lists for both Costco and Wal*Mart. It was a very, very long list. The kind where if I speed walk my entire visit, it takes me a full hour and ten minutes from beginning to end. I practically run, so watch out people. For those of you who don't know me too well, I am an extremely anal shopper. Prices have to be at their lowest, all the cold stuff first, then canned good, then boxed stuff, and so on. I think that it is therapeutic to have control over &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; things. Anyway, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wal*Mart today for my weekly shopping trip. (I love Wal*Mart - they price match, too!) Today, I noticed an even bigger, faster jump in prices. This made me sick to my stomach. Prices have gone up so much in just one week. For example, Suave Daily Clarifying Shampoo went from $1.39 (used to be 97 cents 4 months ago) to $1.70 and canned corn jumped from 50 cents to 78 cents a can.   Ouch!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how bad things are going to get. I am the "We're all gonna die!" kind of personality, so I always try to plan for complete devastation. My dear, sweet hubby puts up with so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say that if no one panics, it will be OK. However, I know that prices go up regardless of one's state of mind. It's not a food shortage, it's a dollar that's getting weaker every day. I would rather buy food at an almost decent price by "panicking" now than by having to get it if the prices climb higher - which they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this anxiety ridden day brought on two, count them, two migraines. It was great...good times. However, I have come to rely on our Prophet's words of hope, the knowledge that I have done my best to 'be prepared', and the confidence that my husband's job is a secure one. GM is a great company to work for - safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7468245061562307326?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7468245061562307326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7468245061562307326' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7468245061562307326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7468245061562307326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/serenity-now.html' title='Serenity Now....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SScyA01fDfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IJT3AdELYuo/s72-c/dollar-toliet-paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7752968543114248872</id><published>2008-11-17T21:24:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:59:43.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth fourth</title><content type='html'>Thank heavens a friend tagged me with this one. I had been drawing a blogging blank recently. I hate that. I am practically up all night if I don't put up a new post within 4 days. It drives me bonkers. So, anyway, here is my fourth photo from my fourth folder. The only problem is.....my fourth folder doesn't have a fourth photo, so I did the next best thing. This is a picture from 2002 and it's of Mikey and Zack showing off. Cute little Zachary is in the background. Obviously, talent runs deep in our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SSJI8dYzjDI/AAAAAAAAA24/dvsMSesmSJE/s1600-h/2_MnDEyelids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SSJI8dYzjDI/AAAAAAAAA24/dvsMSesmSJE/s320/2_MnDEyelids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269854717494922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag Erika, Shaunell, Jeana, and both of my Jessicas. Suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7752968543114248872?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7752968543114248872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7752968543114248872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7752968543114248872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7752968543114248872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/fourth-fourth.html' title='Fourth fourth'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SSJI8dYzjDI/AAAAAAAAA24/dvsMSesmSJE/s72-c/2_MnDEyelids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4665128814845128773</id><published>2008-11-10T13:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:38:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>Recently, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; tripped over the child gate in the doorway of our office and broke it. Since then, Emily has been sneaking in and has been apparently 'working' at the computer. So, to make it official...I put our 16 month old at a computer this morning. The keyboard is not hooked up, so she can't do too much damage. She has been watching PBS kids videos on their website. She is so funny. She types so fast and furious. I wonder if she is blogging, and if so, what do you think she is blogging about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear blog, &lt;br /&gt;Man, my mom is so mean. I had breakfast at 8:30am and then I cried a lot (I don't know why, either) so my mom stuck me in my bed at 9:30&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My mom won't let me stay up late at all. A few fits and wham-o off to bed. Sheesh! Parents just don't understand. I can't wait until I am 4, then I'll have some fun and some freedom! Oh, and I am having such a bad hair day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRimYg-HgPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5wbwcBRyi-c/s1600-h/DSCF9074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRimYg-HgPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5wbwcBRyi-c/s320/DSCF9074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267142704307339506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4665128814845128773?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4665128814845128773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4665128814845128773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4665128814845128773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4665128814845128773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRimYg-HgPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5wbwcBRyi-c/s72-c/DSCF9074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4306192691556421009</id><published>2008-11-06T11:21:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:30:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazies</title><content type='html'>A while back, someone tagged me on making a list of quirky things about myself. It's taken about 3-4 weeks to come up with these things. How boring is that? I know I have others 'issues' but these were all I could come up with for quirkinesses. (Is that even a word?) So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My extra fridge in the garage has to be full of milk. It stresses me out if it gets even close to empty. At our house we drink milk like it's going out of style. We drink about 1 1/2 gallons per day. It needs to be full because what if there is a milk shortage or a natural disaster? I can do without a lot of things, but milk is not one of them. **knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful picture, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRM4uJ9NZqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/bo2n1al9Wf4/s1600-h/DSCF9041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRM4uJ9NZqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/bo2n1al9Wf4/s320/DSCF9041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265614754924029602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever I go anywhere, even if I am alone, I count the kids and lock the van doors multiple times. A lot of multiple times. For example, if we are going to church, (the street behind us) I count at least twice and lock the doors as many times. I even tend to lock the doors before Zack can go around to his side and get in. Just going to Wal*Mart (7 minutes away) requires at least 4 headcounts and 4 to 5 door locking sessions. A trip down to BYU is a very busy one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This summer I have to say that I was much better when it came to my freak outs with bees. However, I realize that even though I have calmed down a lot, I still have a ways to go. I found (to every one's delight) that when I am in the van and a bee comes by my window, I lock the doors as fast as I can and then hold down the window 'up' button for the duration of the bee's visit. I don't know if it's because I am worried that the bee will somehow be able to open my door and get me or if I am afraid that the door and window will spontaneously break open and let the bee in. That, or I fear that Zack will roll my window down from his side just to get a rise out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRNDEFVfc7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/8ZjSBnm0e1U/s1600-h/far_side_bee_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRNDEFVfc7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/8ZjSBnm0e1U/s320/far_side_bee_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265626126757098418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE to cook and bake. I love to cook things that can take over an hour to prepare. Everyday, if possible. This is my thinking time. Plus, I get to listen to Glenn Beck and laugh my head off - he's so right on &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; funny at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I have conversations with 'other' people in my head and then expect Zack to be in on what 'we' were talking about, even if it is several weeks after the 'conversation'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have very long thought out (and always very dire) scenarios playing in my mind. I'll take one idea and have a full 5 year plan on what I would do 'if'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now I am embarrassed. As I read through these, I realize how crazy I am sounding. So, don't be scared the next time you see me, come and say hi. After all, I might be 'talking' to you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4306192691556421009?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4306192691556421009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4306192691556421009' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4306192691556421009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4306192691556421009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazies.html' title='The Crazies'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SRM4uJ9NZqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/bo2n1al9Wf4/s72-c/DSCF9041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7995807356233688598</id><published>2008-11-03T19:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:12:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Party - My house 7pm sharp</title><content type='html'>As Lucille Ball would say..."Wahhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad right now, not that I wasn't expecting to be. My bigger worry is the &lt;em&gt;combination&lt;/em&gt; of Congress and the new President. If anyone wants to join us for a pity party, come on over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be discussing topics such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How to say good-bye to free speech without creating a scene. (The Fairness Doctrine)&lt;br /&gt;*Best places to hide your guns if you are actually able to keep them. &lt;br /&gt;*How best to cling to your God. &lt;br /&gt;*How not to have your job become unionized.&lt;br /&gt;*How to frame artifacts - This week's piece, The Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in cheek? Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SREvxvl5CnI/AAAAAAAAA18/AvGvnslT-9Q/s1600-h/obama_propaganda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SREvxvl5CnI/AAAAAAAAA18/AvGvnslT-9Q/s320/obama_propaganda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041971008309874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7995807356233688598?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7995807356233688598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7995807356233688598' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7995807356233688598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7995807356233688598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/pity-party-my-house-7pm-sharp.html' title='Pity Party - My house 7pm sharp'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SREvxvl5CnI/AAAAAAAAA18/AvGvnslT-9Q/s72-c/obama_propaganda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1717986961847605275</id><published>2008-11-02T10:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:16:31.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of our kids in their Halloween costumes. We had a great time this year even if it was little wet. At least they didn't have to wear big coats over their costumes this year. When I get a copy of a picture of my halloween costume I'll be sure to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary loves Greek mythology, so he chose to be Zeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3jNL9n5OI/AAAAAAAAA00/7fIhLEKfhoY/s1600-h/DSCF9043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3jNL9n5OI/AAAAAAAAA00/7fIhLEKfhoY/s320/DSCF9043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264113355155039458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey was a nerd. I think he dedicated his costume to Weird Al. If you have no idea what I am talking about, he has a fun song called...White and Nerdy and the kids love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3j0q3YcNI/AAAAAAAAA08/4RNtB_CiOOI/s1600-h/DSCF9052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3j0q3YcNI/AAAAAAAAA08/4RNtB_CiOOI/s320/DSCF9052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114033465258194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy decided to be Charlie Brown's ghost from The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3kobE7iUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zOH5dIMCe0s/s1600-h/DSCF9049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3kobE7iUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zOH5dIMCe0s/s320/DSCF9049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114922580314434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty was Nachooooo Libre. We found an authentic Nacho Libre wrestling mask while we were in San Antonio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3lFa2h8OI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4KzQvsRh78c/s1600-h/DSCF9046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3lFa2h8OI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4KzQvsRh78c/s320/DSCF9046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115420736123106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was especially fun for Zack and I since we are able to WOW ourselves with a cute little girl to dress up. We couldn't get enough of her this year. She actually kept these glasses on all night. We couldn't believe it. She loved trick or treating and showing off her cuteness to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3lycy1V5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/CIeGT16vG1w/s1600-h/DSCF9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3lycy1V5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/CIeGT16vG1w/s320/DSCF9059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116194351601554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3mkq4-Y8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/0aUgfkez2fM/s1600-h/DSCF9071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3mkq4-Y8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/0aUgfkez2fM/s320/DSCF9071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117057128915906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1717986961847605275?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1717986961847605275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1717986961847605275' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1717986961847605275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1717986961847605275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQ3jNL9n5OI/AAAAAAAAA00/7fIhLEKfhoY/s72-c/DSCF9043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4215948255536488531</id><published>2008-10-28T13:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:03:53.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>Just in case there is another injury discovered this Sunday at church...I want evidence that it wasn't the stairs &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPPC2C_c5Bk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPPC2C_c5Bk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/6799904927368617923-4215948255536488531?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4215948255536488531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4215948255536488531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4215948255536488531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4215948255536488531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2277521268694285715</id><published>2008-10-23T11:24:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:30:50.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Alamo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDFkf2209I/AAAAAAAAAzc/GabYbK0vm94/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDFkf2209I/AAAAAAAAAzc/GabYbK0vm94/s320/P1010504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260421595586286546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, OK....from now on, whenever I am asked where I am from, I will say 'Texas'. No more, 'here and there' or 'from all over'. I was born in Houston, so...I am a Texan through and through. Zack and I had a great time while we were in San Antonio. We learned so much about the Alamo and it's history (I had forgotten most of it). There is such a strong Spirit there - one that can't be ignored. It was neat to see the Texas Rangers guarding the fort and on the inside it was so quiet as everyone took in the magnitude of what took place there. Inside they had really neat artifacts like Davy Crockett's vest and gun and Jim Bowie's knife. Every one who fought there knew what they were fighting for and that they would die fighting for it.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most impressive things was that the entire area surrounding the Alamo was built and continues to be built to where nothing will ever cast a shadow on the Alamo. Isn't that so respectful? I love it. &lt;br /&gt;Across the street, there are little souvenir shops and there was one in particular that stood out to us - but not in a good way. The workers there would shout loudly about what they were selling which really seemed to try to drown out the peacefulness we all felt. It was saddening to see that they had no clue what they were encroaching on and that they were the type that couldn't even recognize the spiritual nature of the Alamo. Sad, but I am thinking not too rare anymore these days. They reminded me of the people who were in the great and spacious building who jeered and mocked those who were choosing the Lord's way. Anyway, every time they would start to yell and holler, the Texas Rangers looked over at them like they wanted to just wring their necks - I'd let them if I could. &lt;br /&gt;As we went about our sightseeing and visiting the beautiful city, I told Zack that I thought the the Texas chip on my shoulder was getting bigger and bigger the longer we stayed there. He laughed and said that he thinks that once you consider yourself a Texan, you'll never think otherwise. I think he's right. No other state was ever left to fight for their Independence. So, Texans do have a reason to be proud - and don't ever say anything negative or you'll regret it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pics of our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the many Texas Rangers at the Alamo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDFxgeaLJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/MUmEl7Tasg4/s1600-h/P1010410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDFxgeaLJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/MUmEl7Tasg4/s320/P1010410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260421819090480274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the very lush landscaping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGCYj1j8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/qmOn7MkK-bQ/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGCYj1j8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/qmOn7MkK-bQ/s320/P1010398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260422109023539138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very fun and gorgeous River Walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGZqon9UI/AAAAAAAAAz0/6O6CUm_3Eas/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGZqon9UI/AAAAAAAAAz0/6O6CUm_3Eas/s320/P1010495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260422509012448578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGvfXRBPI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NKdu-r8FpWE/s1600-h/P1010479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDGvfXRBPI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NKdu-r8FpWE/s320/P1010479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260422883943974130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved places for a treat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDHDqq7POI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_MzEHtVbty8/s1600-h/P1010515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDHDqq7POI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_MzEHtVbty8/s320/P1010515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260423230576606434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDHQHBfTPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/zdDWkWnX6Tk/s1600-h/P1010541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDHQHBfTPI/AAAAAAAAA0M/zdDWkWnX6Tk/s320/P1010541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260423444345867506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Texas attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDNgMTkevI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TFkHJYR05ks/s1600-h/DSCF9035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDNgMTkevI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TFkHJYR05ks/s320/DSCF9035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260430317711555314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the market plaza where there are sooo many shops, this beautiful woman's self portrait kept popping up. So pretty .....right? And yes, that is a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDJpIXNjnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xnZKqqY8mc4/s1600-h/large_FRIDA1SELFPOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDJpIXNjnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xnZKqqY8mc4/s320/large_FRIDA1SELFPOR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260426073225399922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but definatley not the least - our welcome home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDIQhc0fHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3Nba6Gkv--0/s1600-h/P1010550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDIQhc0fHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3Nba6Gkv--0/s320/P1010550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424550951451762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2277521268694285715?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2277521268694285715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2277521268694285715' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2277521268694285715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2277521268694285715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember-alamo.html' title='Remember The Alamo!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SQDFkf2209I/AAAAAAAAAzc/GabYbK0vm94/s72-c/P1010504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8610805622817381943</id><published>2008-10-15T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:35:01.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya'll soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUP1bM2_XI/AAAAAAAAAzU/f3b6FquDaoo/s1600-h/texasflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUP1bM2_XI/AAAAAAAAAzU/f3b6FquDaoo/s320/texasflag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125550534098290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-8610805622817381943?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8610805622817381943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8610805622817381943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8610805622817381943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8610805622817381943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-yall-soon.html' title='See ya&apos;ll soon!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUP1bM2_XI/AAAAAAAAAzU/f3b6FquDaoo/s72-c/texasflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-576719234467153003</id><published>2008-10-14T15:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:49:11.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUN0tEwr7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/I_STjQy5N4U/s1600-h/eatingCrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUN0tEwr7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/I_STjQy5N4U/s320/eatingCrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257123339128844210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack has been in San Antonio for a few days now on business. He has always had a chip on his shoulder about Texas. This is because everyone who has ever lived there has to say that everything (no matter what it is) is bigger and better in Texas. I have been guilty of doing this, but only when it's true. Right? So, anyway, Zack has never believed that Texas is a beautiful and exciting state. Well, today, Zack is eating crow. He loves it there. He has told me that everyone is so friendly and that it is just beautiful. He even went as far as emailing me a picture of a tree (gorgeous as can be) that was so big (ahem!) that it would never fit in our yard. How funny is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUOAQMsxtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/SlMgTiVhlAg/s1600-h/P1010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUOAQMsxtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/SlMgTiVhlAg/s320/P1010379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257123537535944402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Zack and I am thrilled to bits that you are loving Texas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-576719234467153003?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/576719234467153003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=576719234467153003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/576719234467153003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/576719234467153003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-crow.html' title='Eating Crow'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SPUN0tEwr7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/I_STjQy5N4U/s72-c/eatingCrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5756782888593470057</id><published>2008-10-10T08:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:30:42.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo-ya, baby!</title><content type='html'>Oh, what a beautiful morning!! Our thermostat inside our home read 54 degrees this morning! Hot chocolate for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, people joke about having to wear mittens and coats when they come visit us...I guess that's not too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SO9lcf24N7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/v9WeUaCujp8/s1600-h/FreezeYouButtOff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SO9lcf24N7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/v9WeUaCujp8/s320/FreezeYouButtOff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255530830427076530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5756782888593470057?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5756782888593470057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5756782888593470057' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5756782888593470057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5756782888593470057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-ya-baby.html' title='Boo-ya, baby!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SO9lcf24N7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/v9WeUaCujp8/s72-c/FreezeYouButtOff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2147229534936553753</id><published>2008-10-09T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:13:27.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers are good people!</title><content type='html'>Mikey and Scotty love to play outside. What a creative idea! Way to go, Mikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzOU86Oe1Ug"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzOU86Oe1Ug" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/6799904927368617923-2147229534936553753?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2147229534936553753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2147229534936553753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2147229534936553753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2147229534936553753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/brothers-are-good-people.html' title='Brothers are good people!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5354405291090091028</id><published>2008-10-06T13:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:06:42.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, is all I can say</title><content type='html'>I am not Catholic, but I am in awe of this video they have made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Karen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5354405291090091028?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5354405291090091028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5354405291090091028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5354405291090091028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5354405291090091028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-is-all-i-can-say.html' title='Wow, is all I can say'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-742879194424908368</id><published>2008-10-03T13:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:36:39.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling memory</title><content type='html'>As I was refilling Emily's wipes container today, I had a flash back to when Scotty was a baby. It's not a big deal or anything, but here's a tip from what I learned from the experience. Don't leave baby wipes in the car during the winter. Jack Frost makes the diaper change much less enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-742879194424908368?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/742879194424908368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=742879194424908368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/742879194424908368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/742879194424908368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/chilling-memory.html' title='Chilling memory'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5057288427727394215</id><published>2008-10-03T08:31:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:49:49.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Open!</title><content type='html'>When I was about 10 years old, my sister allowed me to cut her hair into a simple bob. It didn't turn out quite the way it was supposed to, but at 10, what can one really expect? She was just asking for it, right? I thought it looked great - who cares if it was 4 inches shorter than what she wanted. I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to make sure it even all the way around. This was when I decided to open my own hair salon...I called it, "The Get What You Get Hair Salon". I actually got quite good - until my brother and I laughed at the same time and he ended up with a bald spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got married, I cut Zack's hair and then the boys as they came along. After I had to do all five in a single stretch, I started to get really sick of it. Thus began our first in a line of many paid for haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 2 years of spending over $60.00 every 8 weeks for the men in my family to keep lookin' fine, I am fed up. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; cutting hair, but I am willing to make the sacrifice if it means more money in the bank. Now is really not the time to be blowing money on every little thing. Last week I discovered a little haircutting place called Cookie Cutters - they only cut kids hair. I thought, awesome! Finally, good cuts for a decent price! Boy was I wrong. For a typical boy's haircut it is $14.00!! WHAT THE CRAP?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone is in the market for an unlicensed traditional boy's or men's haircut for about five bucks, let me know. The Get What You Get Hair Salon is back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOZKZ5MAGdI/AAAAAAAAAys/M9oK35NJ5-o/s1600-h/DSCF8956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOZKZ5MAGdI/AAAAAAAAAys/M9oK35NJ5-o/s320/DSCF8956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252967824082606546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone sees Rachel H. let her know she gets 2 cuts free - I owe her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5057288427727394215?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5057288427727394215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5057288427727394215' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5057288427727394215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5057288427727394215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-open.html' title='Now Open!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOZKZ5MAGdI/AAAAAAAAAys/M9oK35NJ5-o/s72-c/DSCF8956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7989268634332908590</id><published>2008-09-28T20:22:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:08:44.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look-a-likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess which one is Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272808257476242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOBEy_La1pI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TYzMxaLJUQ8/s320/FOS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272958778538226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOBE7v6b-PI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6UvaXGp1bsI/s320/DSCF8923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7989268634332908590?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7989268634332908590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7989268634332908590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7989268634332908590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7989268634332908590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-likes.html' title='Look-a-likes'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SOBEy_La1pI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TYzMxaLJUQ8/s72-c/FOS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5938133098892627479</id><published>2008-09-25T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:31:37.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see this so badly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L25TfwOSliY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L25TfwOSliY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6799904927368617923-5938133098892627479?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5938133098892627479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5938133098892627479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5938133098892627479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5938133098892627479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hope-this-is-as-good-as-it-seems.html' title='I want to see this so badly!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-9067561529712496133</id><published>2008-09-25T09:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:52:14.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNu8MPnO4YI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sgMnvJI1CE8/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNu8MPnO4YI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sgMnvJI1CE8/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249996709165982082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my Grandpa Lay passed away. I knew him as Choo-Choo train Grandpa. Every time we went to visit my mother's parent's we would always see choo-choo trains on the way to their house. I remember as we drove, we would see the big sugar silos on the way and lots and lots of open fields in Sugarland, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that he was a quiet and gentle man and he was extremely devoted to my grandma. I remember being a little scared of him because he was so tall and his southern accent so rich, and I didn't want to do anything to cross him. Not that I had ever seen him get upset or anything. &lt;br /&gt;A funny habit he had (in my opinion) is that he loved his 'stories'. I don't think that he ever missed an episode of The Young and the Restless in the past 20 years or so...oh, and how he loved his ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I noticed other things about him. Every year, he would send a birthday card to us - I had always thought that it was my grandma who did that. He was an extremely hard worker and he always kept a large barrelled handgun in the back of his pants or in his recliner. Scared me to death when I first saw it. I was spending the night there when I was about 17 and I was terrified that he'd think I was a stranger walking around in his house at night. Apparently, this was not a new thing either. My parents made him lock it up when we were little so we never saw it. Oh, the good ol' days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that my mom, an only child, was able to be by his side in his final moments. She told me this morning that she keeps floundering between sadness for her and happiness for him. I am a little worried about her, her plate has been so full recently, and I hope that she knows how much we love her and are here for her. I know that no one can replace her daddy, but what blessings the temple brings! The knowledge that we are sealed to our families for eternity is such a great comfort. Can you imagine the reunion? So many people on the other side have been waiting patiently to be with him again. Grandma especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him greatly. I had hoped that my children would be able to meet him before he passed and that saddens me that they will never know this great man in this life, but at least I know that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; can see &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: On a lighter note - when I was telling the boys that Great-grandpa Lay had gone to heaven, Scotty asked, "Did he walk there?" I replied, "I don't know how he got there." Then Scotty asked, "Well, what car did he take?" I love the sweet innocence of children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-9067561529712496133?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/9067561529712496133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=9067561529712496133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9067561529712496133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/9067561529712496133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNu8MPnO4YI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sgMnvJI1CE8/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-7271265839269803176</id><published>2008-09-23T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:36:08.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Alert</title><content type='html'>Has anyone received their September church magazines yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNkMsUWKgqI/AAAAAAAAAwI/oOLUU1pUIFE/s1600-h/en08sep_cover_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNkMsUWKgqI/AAAAAAAAAwI/oOLUU1pUIFE/s400/en08sep_cover_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249240796192473762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this their way of saying that we don't have to worry about our home/visiting teaching this month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-7271265839269803176?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/7271265839269803176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=7271265839269803176' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7271265839269803176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/7271265839269803176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/amber-alert.html' title='Amber Alert'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNkMsUWKgqI/AAAAAAAAAwI/oOLUU1pUIFE/s72-c/en08sep_cover_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-5397913093646371970</id><published>2008-09-20T13:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:09:04.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT an Animal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNVXU1xaUpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/L7GTIiTJ5NU/s1600-h/DSCF8875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNVXU1xaUpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/L7GTIiTJ5NU/s400/DSCF8875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248196956313506450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, he fell down the cement stairs again. Pretty soon, this comment isn't going to wash anymore. We were looking at the double rainbows early this morning on our front steps. I ran inside to get Mikey when I heard Scotty start to scream. I ran out and this is what I found. He apparently had put his arms inside his jammie shirt, so when he fell, he had nothing to stop his fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNVXY7onJSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HaQ3eGqCNbM/s1600-h/DSCF8876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNVXY7onJSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HaQ3eGqCNbM/s400/DSCF8876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248197026606687522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, about an hour after we got back from Mikey's football game, Scotty fell down the stairs again but this time there were no injuries. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-5397913093646371970?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/5397913093646371970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=5397913093646371970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5397913093646371970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/5397913093646371970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-animal.html' title='I am NOT an Animal!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNVXU1xaUpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/L7GTIiTJ5NU/s72-c/DSCF8875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-1788120781765986221</id><published>2008-09-18T14:41:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:57:10.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's His Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Zack's 34th birthday today and I am so happy that I am married to such a wonderful man. Thank you, Lewis &amp; Karen - you did a great job! And Zack, you are THE BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh, smile, sing for joy, cry (in a 'laughing so hard I'm crying' kind of way), and he makes me so happy. Happier than I ever thought I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might share some of his best pictures. Maybe they'll make you smile or laugh, too! I saved the best for last - hee, hee, hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBDA1o47I/AAAAAAAAAuw/x4EmR2nTpaU/s1600-h/baby+in+black+sailor+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBDA1o47I/AAAAAAAAAuw/x4EmR2nTpaU/s400/baby+in+black+sailor+outfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247468773348795314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBSM4bX0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/oN721Hhifqc/s1600-h/B%26W+w-bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBSM4bX0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/oN721Hhifqc/s400/B%26W+w-bottle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469034279755586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBoWUv4CI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0bppCnkGjjg/s1600-h/Ddy-2nd+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBoWUv4CI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0bppCnkGjjg/s400/Ddy-2nd+grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469414771580962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLB4yyxuwI/AAAAAAAAAvI/cZ5DplfHHTM/s1600-h/Ddy-6th+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLB4yyxuwI/AAAAAAAAAvI/cZ5DplfHHTM/s400/Ddy-6th+grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469697291631362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCFRXmiAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rX4fImqWOSE/s1600-h/Ddy-12th+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCFRXmiAI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rX4fImqWOSE/s400/Ddy-12th+grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469911657580546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCWLO97vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Ua3UziT_5Gk/s1600-h/Overlook+EncinBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCWLO97vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Ua3UziT_5Gk/s400/Overlook+EncinBeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247470202068528882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCuHzK9GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3LGLa6LHy18/s1600-h/blue+shirt+after+mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLCuHzK9GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3LGLa6LHy18/s400/blue+shirt+after+mission.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247470613463495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLDP5rnijI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9LBKUmsv8vQ/s1600-h/In+cubby+at+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLDP5rnijI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9LBKUmsv8vQ/s400/In+cubby+at+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247471193789270578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLFfMoDXcI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0GC5OT4eaZY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLFfMoDXcI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0GC5OT4eaZY/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247473655595883970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-1788120781765986221?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/1788120781765986221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=1788120781765986221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1788120781765986221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/1788120781765986221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-his-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s His Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SNLBDA1o47I/AAAAAAAAAuw/x4EmR2nTpaU/s72-c/baby+in+black+sailor+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-2621970505954601218</id><published>2008-09-15T11:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:25:25.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A group of some of my peeps and I went to Park City for a great girl's night out. We started with a wild goose chase because the lying liars lied about where their office was relocated to - still kind of fun. Then we had dinner &lt;a href="http://www.redrockbrewing.com/index.php?nav_id=64&amp;amp;nav_top=20&amp;amp;page_id=1&amp;amp;templates=1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;so yummy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was so much fun. I certainly learned quite a bit about them - there's no way around it when you jabbering away until 3:30 in the morning. So sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;The hot tub was great, the stories hilarious, and the company - out of this world. You guys are great!!&lt;br /&gt;The best line of the night - "How's the butt stew?!?" (yeah, a bit edgy, but how else can one find out how the hot tub is from the third story condo balcony?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the silliness and the crazies, I am grateful for the wisdom I heard from all of my wonderful friends and the devotional in the morning was very inspired - I definitely needed it! &lt;br /&gt;However,I can't believe that with 10 ladies, not a single picture was taken. Grrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eagarbrood.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Suzie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - you are the best, it seems to get better and better every year! Thanks again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-2621970505954601218?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/2621970505954601218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=2621970505954601218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2621970505954601218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/2621970505954601218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-3734757378932965874</id><published>2008-09-12T12:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:56:56.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jafar</title><content type='html'>Today, Zachary and Mikey went to the orthodontist. Zachary will be getting a spacer to widen his upper jaw and then there's Mikey. Poor, poor Mikey....apparently his mouth is a wee bit too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMrXIpG2_-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/O_jLsZw_W-I/s1600-h/JafarSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMrXIpG2_-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/O_jLsZw_W-I/s400/JafarSmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245241259499913186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey has to have &lt;em&gt;seven &lt;/em&gt;teeth pulled. All at once. Seven!!! His mouth will be like raw hamburger for about 4 days. Have you seen Mikey? He's a toothpick. I am afraid that he will whither away without stuff to keep him bulked up. What's going to happen if he turns sideways? He'll disappear and we may never see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-3734757378932965874?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/3734757378932965874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=3734757378932965874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3734757378932965874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/3734757378932965874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/jafar.html' title='Jafar'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMrXIpG2_-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/O_jLsZw_W-I/s72-c/JafarSmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-8957791037137709198</id><published>2008-09-09T14:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:26:28.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMboRP2MaBI/AAAAAAAAAug/_Y9C8BfzCNQ/s1600-h/DSCF8838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMboRP2MaBI/AAAAAAAAAug/_Y9C8BfzCNQ/s400/DSCF8838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244134199128778770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty got his cast off yesterday! He is still a little apprehensive about using it, but the first thing he did yesterday, without my knowledge, was to play in the water outside. I guess 3 weeks without splashing around was too long of a wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Wednesday was Scotty's first day of preschool. He loves to play in the sand (much easier to do without the cast) and paint. I don't know who loves it better, him or me. This is the first time in a looooong time that I have had a clean kitchen for longer than about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to witness the "brutal" cast removal here you go. Unfortunately, his nurse didn't believe him when he said "Ow" - then she once even tried to just pull it off. What?!? His cast apparently got water in it at some point and it became like a second skin - yummy. He still has little tiny mesh marks on his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGUhRLc0CYk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGUhRLc0CYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/6799904927368617923-8957791037137709198?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/8957791037137709198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=8957791037137709198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8957791037137709198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/8957791037137709198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-man.html' title='A new man'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/SMboRP2MaBI/AAAAAAAAAug/_Y9C8BfzCNQ/s72-c/DSCF8838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799904927368617923.post-4221840410162514547</id><published>2008-09-09T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:55:09.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>Last night we had the awesome news that Savannah had her stint removed. She is also 'watching' TV and that her breathing tube will come out today. She seems to really like different lights and colors. This morning her doctors keep saying that they are amazed and baffled by how well she is doing.....we know why ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Great news all around for beautiful Savannah. I can't wait to be able to visit her again.&lt;br /&gt;Late last night, my poor mom found out that her father had a stroke and was at the ICU in Louisiana. My mom is an only child and her mother has already passed on. The most frustrating thing is that because of the HIPAA laws, she can't find out if he is near death or if he is even lucid. She and my dad are driving to his hospital today, but won't get there until very late Wednesday or early Thursday morning. That is such a long time to have to wait to find out how sick he is. My poor mom just can't seem to catch a break! No wonder she has Fibromyalgia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799904927368617923-4221840410162514547?l=meetthechurches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/feeds/4221840410162514547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799904927368617923&amp;postID=4221840410162514547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4221840410162514547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799904927368617923/posts/default/4221840410162514547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetthechurches.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NTkTvgNOwwc/TSAHXvca6cI/AAAAAAAABIo/EUxJaZIiOxw/S220/In%2Bcubby%2Bat%2Btemple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
