tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48041999243658755532024-08-30T04:49:49.039-06:00Stubs PubsKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-64864564433672988562010-01-10T15:35:00.004-07:002010-01-10T15:47:13.451-07:00Eagle Eye<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size: small;">I was driving a back road to Payson and spotted a bald eagle on top of a telephone pole. I had to pull over and snap a picture. A nice couple pulled up to me and asked if I needed help. I said, "No, I'm just taking a picture of that bald eagle." Then they drove off without even turning their heads to look at it...! How do you not turn your head to look at an eagle??? Is it me? Am I just a bird freak?</span></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqFh9Ko4_ssPQWLExEy9ho7VYeZgn_Ui_ACyiBvD9ARckQUAG4Ajd-qG89ePxddeWzPefvDkYdjZC_15Ea80MKV4vVQpP2AKy4zFc4u-pAZI1_qAclSPyYtxIMp9OusDZ95U4DA8F4g/s1600-h/DSCN0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqFh9Ko4_ssPQWLExEy9ho7VYeZgn_Ui_ACyiBvD9ARckQUAG4Ajd-qG89ePxddeWzPefvDkYdjZC_15Ea80MKV4vVQpP2AKy4zFc4u-pAZI1_qAclSPyYtxIMp9OusDZ95U4DA8F4g/s320/DSCN0742.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I saw the eagle three days in a row on Arrow Head Trail Road in Payson. I didn't have my camera with me the first day, I snapped the above photos on the second day and I went back a third day and he was there again! So I snapped some more pics! I'm happy to report that a young man pulled over to see if I needed help on the third day.When I pointed out the eagle, he got out of his car to admire the bird with me. My faith in humanity has been restored!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So after the third day of pulling over, getting out of my car and staring at this beautiful bird...he finally stared back at me. Then he flew away. I've been back four times since then, and I haven't seen him again. I guess I annoyed him. Sorry bird. <br />
</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-80844233023938657552009-12-29T22:27:00.005-07:002009-12-29T22:34:56.594-07:00Merry Merry!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MFCGjAdtqeov_I7Ym4wItUyRzYtTESBLvS5hDzL-1V_wnfdTNXcOqyZKXUfcbt4g1ESS32_vLyS9xACnk05fwRUeGuYHemYRqMoZ1lXBj0nn_yiEnnfkgaxmrJ9c-9ZkWlp3V7b5Ng/s1600-h/DSCN0662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MFCGjAdtqeov_I7Ym4wItUyRzYtTESBLvS5hDzL-1V_wnfdTNXcOqyZKXUfcbt4g1ESS32_vLyS9xACnk05fwRUeGuYHemYRqMoZ1lXBj0nn_yiEnnfkgaxmrJ9c-9ZkWlp3V7b5Ng/s320/DSCN0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420897568505138850" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Holidays from the Schneblys (and a Boyce)<br /><br />Becca holding Binky, Grandma Helen, Karen holding P.J., Michael with Boyd on his shoulder, and Jared holding Buddy.<br /><br />Some of you received this photo with my Christmas card and I wrote in the margin.."Can you see the bird?" My friend Jane wrote back and said that her husband had to point out the "real" bird as she was scrutinizing our fingers.... I thought that was hilarious and I apologize if anyone else misunderstood me. <br /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-55635488321851626832009-11-20T19:17:00.015-07:002009-11-20T21:05:11.663-07:00Sacrifice and sillinessWhen I started graduate school in August, I was told that I would be sacrificing things over the next three years in order to juggle my new responsibilities. I've discovered that my blog is on the altar. Why not Farmville or Bejeweled Blitz, you ask? Because those games don't take mental energy. I don't have to think...I just get to milk virtual cows and make three pretty gemstones line up and explode. Blogging is different. Blogging uses brain cells. And using brain cells takes energy which I seem to be lacking. But here I sit in class, with a video of an example of Constructivist therapy playing on the screen in front of me...and I've decided to blog. Aren't you lucky? You must be living right!<br /><br />First I want to share two funny quotes I've heard recently. One of them is from a T-shirt that I've ordered... it says, "And then Buffy staked Edward. The end." Hee Hee. Hilarious.<br /><br />The other quote is "Blogging, Never before have so many had so much to say to so few." Too true.<br /><br />Now I'm going to attach some pictures from the last three months. Have a great day!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL7By3mFAaLbyu5OUegd2g2mJdsQGQx7YMGLcaxH632PZptaP1lM_mNre0lr-1z1JxFl9CgDexlBCbdR6CB9EDAKhbMo3MtRTBD9F8lvz63beEJWLyCld8Gbgwt3gImqWbnLUBfuCRg/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406379161240267906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL7By3mFAaLbyu5OUegd2g2mJdsQGQx7YMGLcaxH632PZptaP1lM_mNre0lr-1z1JxFl9CgDexlBCbdR6CB9EDAKhbMo3MtRTBD9F8lvz63beEJWLyCld8Gbgwt3gImqWbnLUBfuCRg/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+064.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jared found this tame cockateil near a creek in town. She went right to him and has become a fun part of the family. Michael calls her Boyd. Jared calls her Polly Wolly and I call her the pooping master cage disaster.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycThynNuRpEW488Niz7GfpFUBYceAFWil32i9V7ujmlIm0O1nMBPP4zojkNL2chd1PLDqTNdqeYsQGFpGw0l-bXb-j9Eo_VR7s8g-2qMz8PeIoMDuE-qwm7XpSVQFZDOPs5orD5S7iA/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406388394676228002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycThynNuRpEW488Niz7GfpFUBYceAFWil32i9V7ujmlIm0O1nMBPP4zojkNL2chd1PLDqTNdqeYsQGFpGw0l-bXb-j9Eo_VR7s8g-2qMz8PeIoMDuE-qwm7XpSVQFZDOPs5orD5S7iA/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my best attempt to be Martha Stewart and make a homemade cake for Jared's birthday. I know...I'm incredible. Hold the applause please.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb06idIcmhns4_OGVgXbqppkMkXdj-6b8lgrejMExFKo0qKQJRvSYyfwUqRBcC3bzMjzYcUKI_LSRbiDvDWO6_VHPRxW19T_ZTQpUoQUB_3_2s6x9DO8KPTO4IoWbKtMOg1tNxZso-5A/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406387851683957474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb06idIcmhns4_OGVgXbqppkMkXdj-6b8lgrejMExFKo0qKQJRvSYyfwUqRBcC3bzMjzYcUKI_LSRbiDvDWO6_VHPRxW19T_ZTQpUoQUB_3_2s6x9DO8KPTO4IoWbKtMOg1tNxZso-5A/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my mother in law with curlers in her hair playing the Nintendo Wii. I thought it was great. And there sits<br />Michael on the couch. With a bun in the oven. When we were dating he said he wanted more children. I didn't know that he was going to have them himself. (Just kidding honey...you know I love ya!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsUJBnQt8tzxiXnb3UD5epxvtlZwia0-mSe5TvWd-Emuih3YGr6GGXhZFskFiSfkd0DC3PlJaXO0VAF5AdDhbNuVlvHhC9uk4wG9QGRI08-lJXt68a7p4s80tWmi7QTu3Q0iSF0RyOvg/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406388113044164930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsUJBnQt8tzxiXnb3UD5epxvtlZwia0-mSe5TvWd-Emuih3YGr6GGXhZFskFiSfkd0DC3PlJaXO0VAF5AdDhbNuVlvHhC9uk4wG9QGRI08-lJXt68a7p4s80tWmi7QTu3Q0iSF0RyOvg/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's Jared with his friend Dallas who is a Taylor Lautner look-a-like. He actually had some girls and ladies ask to take their picture with him at the New Moon premiere last night. So funny...and so odd...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGvRbh1kNvhCraFFn_G6tJI2ZS1G0EILqjrcsTf_x8hEcCL2Y1POvt-ah-LTTVzP4gRB4Hw7mkITor-AaLl9s4CaL33E0nGOnP52lq0_Nhr72Xh10E2S9sxOEyU1-fIsnHvaCBjJJJw/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406388218127175218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGvRbh1kNvhCraFFn_G6tJI2ZS1G0EILqjrcsTf_x8hEcCL2Y1POvt-ah-LTTVzP4gRB4Hw7mkITor-AaLl9s4CaL33E0nGOnP52lq0_Nhr72Xh10E2S9sxOEyU1-fIsnHvaCBjJJJw/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was the wedding party that followed my niece's wedding at the Bountiful Temple in October. I don't know this lady...but this just seems wrong to me. She's the photographer and apparently she had to stand in the fountain to get the best angle. I know I'm going to hell for wishing she would have biffed it...I was standing by with my camera to catch the whole thing...but alas...she had a stunning sense of balance. (and great calves.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXm9S6VKCrRBnkeQlNxhl963fj8cNz3B78BjM-hdzUMDQsxPgcRZGg8Nw1C0ENHagTOJVmyOOyatwacHZLIZE1U5VqWO9nkC6icYiR2jJBW49-7oUwLisxRPCJd3wfgm4zEGaTASa9A/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406376695344614450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXm9S6VKCrRBnkeQlNxhl963fj8cNz3B78BjM-hdzUMDQsxPgcRZGg8Nw1C0ENHagTOJVmyOOyatwacHZLIZE1U5VqWO9nkC6icYiR2jJBW49-7oUwLisxRPCJd3wfgm4zEGaTASa9A/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A shot of Jared and his excitement of having a little sister.<br />(I had the same look on my face when she showed up with her new do-it-yourself bangs trim.) (And where in the world, did they ever get the name bangs? Seriously, why?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOkTee51-vRd181jMsPVMIstFJd_44vH8v-NSDbgokpFPZADEXhrdHCSDbIvtERUK0WXkuTSnOr71E2USfNamJClikuKSu6YMoKDlKw97alfjttfzVujg57j05o1pgZmDGc3cyYG3mQ/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406376685464489074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOkTee51-vRd181jMsPVMIstFJd_44vH8v-NSDbgokpFPZADEXhrdHCSDbIvtERUK0WXkuTSnOr71E2USfNamJClikuKSu6YMoKDlKw97alfjttfzVujg57j05o1pgZmDGc3cyYG3mQ/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is my cute niece Kailee and her new husband Dallin. AND A GIANT HAND! Wow...that is some seriously great photography skill, isn't it? (at least I know better than to stand in the temple fountains.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFRdjU3w6jSwCHquZMoJ-15AaSHbSxOz7ReTq4Q2e9JrNUeun7Fhj4wVwr-knl6tK_isF5yM1rHnZkB2UO4LYk_yoiNu8mSbdVjcnyqfVcb7XWaW8kpdgi8Rg9Q2bvaVlMd7_5QsB5g/s1600/AugSeptOctNov2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406376674850736626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFRdjU3w6jSwCHquZMoJ-15AaSHbSxOz7ReTq4Q2e9JrNUeun7Fhj4wVwr-knl6tK_isF5yM1rHnZkB2UO4LYk_yoiNu8mSbdVjcnyqfVcb7XWaW8kpdgi8Rg9Q2bvaVlMd7_5QsB5g/s400/AugSeptOctNov2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Some fun birthday gifts from my friends. I love the T-shirt...and it speaks a very important truth. (And this is the new way I've decided to be photographed because it hides my multiple chins.)Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-14721294458245955122009-10-19T23:59:00.002-06:002009-10-20T00:00:14.632-06:00Another swine flu fatality<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.siliconhell.com/forum/attachments/funny/180d1242317807-celebrity-swine-flu-fatality-swineflu2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 750px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.siliconhell.com/forum/attachments/funny/180d1242317807-celebrity-swine-flu-fatality-swineflu2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-65127491386577222962009-09-27T21:25:00.007-06:002009-09-27T21:50:15.216-06:00Fall...my favorite time of year! Football and Foliage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyH_hrwWnIv8ftYDd-wYs53A7LlOWJ1S9uu0jU9A_bthoFzwO25DMmcY3_QDugdPvWxZSDp0DCPNo7PfZXYjCCO0jOVRWEzmymhfzhDOculF68lReDqS4VkghZdTDIvbrij6AGTUyIQ/s1600-h/DSCN0694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyH_hrwWnIv8ftYDd-wYs53A7LlOWJ1S9uu0jU9A_bthoFzwO25DMmcY3_QDugdPvWxZSDp0DCPNo7PfZXYjCCO0jOVRWEzmymhfzhDOculF68lReDqS4VkghZdTDIvbrij6AGTUyIQ/s320/DSCN0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358045015411170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrfPQGTFiFzsQS-ANMzPFBxjpeV22MYTwkKMR8DQi8lre1W4buux5sMEeIRy1BrTeAwfxf-RU7brY65qLZnwCdluCBKg0SFlQ7yoEWyH5k13SwLsIweCKEwtZLLHQeWFcFl79u62wnA/s1600-h/DSCN0690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrfPQGTFiFzsQS-ANMzPFBxjpeV22MYTwkKMR8DQi8lre1W4buux5sMEeIRy1BrTeAwfxf-RU7brY65qLZnwCdluCBKg0SFlQ7yoEWyH5k13SwLsIweCKEwtZLLHQeWFcFl79u62wnA/s320/DSCN0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358035310314850" border="0" /></a><br />Jared is #37. He's pulled that guy down for a big loss. It was awesome. Two plays later he recovered a fumble. What a stud!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gUGU7uC9Pfahk_vYDckcey63BDKeBF7p1bWRI0rWOQbyJTgZjRgVi93yDU27T0H42SbGdwEBRq9FAO5B8Ll-kDbc2LAsIwD7eEXrepvI9S2kgkV_oVvxz0MRbrvuhnqnWVT-MzNLaw/s1600-h/DSCN0570.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gUGU7uC9Pfahk_vYDckcey63BDKeBF7p1bWRI0rWOQbyJTgZjRgVi93yDU27T0H42SbGdwEBRq9FAO5B8Ll-kDbc2LAsIwD7eEXrepvI9S2kgkV_oVvxz0MRbrvuhnqnWVT-MzNLaw/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355783322898658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjBY8IgWfYsL7HHhg1FDp_PkV9nBAcLGuu7xrj9Q_dQFYTQL6242Lr2iINcsOmjRAMRECuzXstZfC4sN7ucDTPLo_yxVpYQhO1W3IPeR8UK2yCpqS_6u_hk0yP1TBXPlTBMtUFKP5nQ/s1600-h/DSCN0568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjBY8IgWfYsL7HHhg1FDp_PkV9nBAcLGuu7xrj9Q_dQFYTQL6242Lr2iINcsOmjRAMRECuzXstZfC4sN7ucDTPLo_yxVpYQhO1W3IPeR8UK2yCpqS_6u_hk0yP1TBXPlTBMtUFKP5nQ/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355773086277586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcaB2r1hBuVDxB86ttfjEI9yUGWGG8X-Eq1IAEYYXnj6ud7j8EHi0liYXTUZxEewsAmgOJC8UWbVw_YGV5B8gKH6q-Jygecr-a0GyqV0X4RvhpBHm9_2xMYdH7joPR_TpW4bPCz3eog/s1600-h/DSCN0557.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcaB2r1hBuVDxB86ttfjEI9yUGWGG8X-Eq1IAEYYXnj6ud7j8EHi0liYXTUZxEewsAmgOJC8UWbVw_YGV5B8gKH6q-Jygecr-a0GyqV0X4RvhpBHm9_2xMYdH7joPR_TpW4bPCz3eog/s320/DSCN0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355763461489602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuyiM5CyQWI-JfFXeLfv1AXSyUrJ6Pw2TmiPP4k3QVeCDE7eSvGN8f2gKe-9YDFWBBdrh37Rz1MNYv8bEcbah5BE0tRNSB8pLNTC0ZqBuSPV_hn80edTEUyxSh29bczQBlXxnV1FB9g/s1600-h/DSCN0576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuyiM5CyQWI-JfFXeLfv1AXSyUrJ6Pw2TmiPP4k3QVeCDE7eSvGN8f2gKe-9YDFWBBdrh37Rz1MNYv8bEcbah5BE0tRNSB8pLNTC0ZqBuSPV_hn80edTEUyxSh29bczQBlXxnV1FB9g/s320/DSCN0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386355749648254610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These are some shots on the hike up to Stewart Falls in Provo Canyon. Don't we live in a beautiful world?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-91624436848093836152009-09-09T18:05:00.002-06:002009-09-09T18:08:33.056-06:00Is a llama your mama?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZad5zT0UOy9uEygOiK_cFAiiif_1nyFKUOhrJSplkd7KzATY0nHEEAUiIjFNlbKKMdWMwRENEMQljpRHAHiICD2mOqxwWICeoef0YwTG8jb6oq2Dl-Ow4tataa9-cVnTx_mkQwXhUErC/s320/Zoe+242.jpg%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZad5zT0UOy9uEygOiK_cFAiiif_1nyFKUOhrJSplkd7KzATY0nHEEAUiIjFNlbKKMdWMwRENEMQljpRHAHiICD2mOqxwWICeoef0YwTG8jb6oq2Dl-Ow4tataa9-cVnTx_mkQwXhUErC/s320/Zoe+242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is my sweet sister Katie feeding her baby to the llamas. Actually she's just introducing baby Zoe to her older siblings. I have no doubt that Zoe will be an animal lover like her mother. Check out my link to Katie's blog to read more.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-74274109931898030312009-09-06T18:32:00.004-06:002009-09-06T19:16:51.685-06:00My nephew Kyle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10619_1134096225162_1009986954_30321671_4758083_n.jpg%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10619_1134096225162_1009986954_30321671_4758083_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is my handsome nephew Kyle. He leaves for his mission in just a few days. I'm willing to bet that he'll be able to convert a handful of young ladies just by smiling at them.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10619_1134046543920_1009986954_30321582_6859190_n.jpg%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 388px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10619_1134046543920_1009986954_30321582_6859190_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1957/165/42/1009986954/n1009986954_30059592_2840.jpg"> </a><br /><br /><br />He's just one of four cute kids.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And one of of six beautiful people!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1957/165/42/1009986954/n1009986954_30059592_2840.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1957/165/42/1009986954/n1009986954_30059592_2840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-53440187010080022112009-09-01T23:57:00.002-06:002009-09-02T00:02:02.489-06:00My newest niece...Zoe Marie Zsembery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EzaCmTGyDPbnk2thmznFZxXDxkISlVZNAQRE-B4bfrNUx-YZ6ph85x8o7EG1xrF-IcNabsgFTvV3aKJhc1hOEXjl-jfAooepiguUw0qz9Y7viS4hanILJCUCnLKlq1C4gi0rJ9CIeA/s1600-h/2+-+Free+at+last.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EzaCmTGyDPbnk2thmznFZxXDxkISlVZNAQRE-B4bfrNUx-YZ6ph85x8o7EG1xrF-IcNabsgFTvV3aKJhc1hOEXjl-jfAooepiguUw0qz9Y7viS4hanILJCUCnLKlq1C4gi0rJ9CIeA/s320/2+-+Free+at+last.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376745804741683490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9G3tKUTNUFWK8ZA9g9zNsoEwSQb5kOn2IZ3mDu3OHdP7z0D-XMN0buB7PWKBeSxTf8g5vZ_g3Fhrcbxn7cLEn9WO-sjearQNZR-iUKpgeAhHaVp7oE-vGcR8WfjGiuqy8VWQYN4s-2A/s1600-h/1+-+Hi+Mommy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9G3tKUTNUFWK8ZA9g9zNsoEwSQb5kOn2IZ3mDu3OHdP7z0D-XMN0buB7PWKBeSxTf8g5vZ_g3Fhrcbxn7cLEn9WO-sjearQNZR-iUKpgeAhHaVp7oE-vGcR8WfjGiuqy8VWQYN4s-2A/s320/1+-+Hi+Mommy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376745798309616658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7MCf9sLV98wn91q3vbyyFmcHnXs3hxOFE6_dUe85Gi6dHolP1ZpTfzhUURHhN2_tueC8Wq8b69iwmj1qLHP8nx52qyMA-SA5POImB8w9nNbIIZKZxzAvm6n463E393cqxC1ur64Y5JQ/s1600-h/3+-+The+Zoe+burrito.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7MCf9sLV98wn91q3vbyyFmcHnXs3hxOFE6_dUe85Gi6dHolP1ZpTfzhUURHhN2_tueC8Wq8b69iwmj1qLHP8nx52qyMA-SA5POImB8w9nNbIIZKZxzAvm6n463E393cqxC1ur64Y5JQ/s320/3+-+The+Zoe+burrito.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376745787546933778" border="0" /></a><br />Her initials are ZMZ so I'm gonna call her Zoomz. It'll be perfect when she runs super speedy around the bases after hitting a home run. <br /><br />She's looks so teeny. I love it!!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-64182957057182208652009-08-23T19:58:00.003-06:002009-08-23T20:25:04.534-06:00Some of my favorite pictures from the Alaska cruise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6_vANE3hD2XvndNs-mjkL8gpD-R_yk-_Gic8Pt21uyBKAgslv_viav65T1Z1324tM_6qzMwtq5v1o9ArLJ9S103yYdOepTZr4dF3QAMhfDtU33oJseKuUnHvt9Dld3CPrnkXEk9hCg/s1600-h/DSCN0608.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6_vANE3hD2XvndNs-mjkL8gpD-R_yk-_Gic8Pt21uyBKAgslv_viav65T1Z1324tM_6qzMwtq5v1o9ArLJ9S103yYdOepTZr4dF3QAMhfDtU33oJseKuUnHvt9Dld3CPrnkXEk9hCg/s320/DSCN0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373349759514514402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfzBLhVnB6jGqOuoDijSBp-1SEAsi1L0At_cdFres7jS6kB0cnTxddx710hr9_7kt8ii4n-HdbwA2tnOPaYIhms8zy2l3xWf_-sR88guFp7QX6jdQAD3xDryKgCwmyKSV-uEKEDLS2w/s1600-h/DSCN0590.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyk9xADLz5qQlMhyphenhyphen8IbpdiLCR53ZXsRrvAzieYEjbhkcRhUdpQkLLFHOajxyJHd34-Ri5ubHcqiTDKhWgDxXn76oCFzq7SMzfBAU25iHpgiYKjMS348xrOHKvvnHCuFtc66K8gt0o8A/s320/babyorca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373344733999335394" border="0" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-84662464273615460652009-08-21T18:42:00.004-06:002009-08-21T18:59:35.240-06:00Mom's version<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx9D1WMN5IVTcXV3Vq6rEAF3aXe7hCIr6gyKZzm1p4i62XhClb8vSNtcEFn8W-Tcfj05sasqoKmfrcai4t5Nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Make sure you watch the video below first. My mom is telling my brother Todd about our grand surprise. (He already knew about it...I can't be expected to keep a secret this good from everybody can I?)Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-58354928418349278972009-08-21T17:57:00.003-06:002009-08-21T18:41:24.393-06:00Hee Hee...stalking my mother all the way to Alaska<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgP4Oq4rEoIcn2RWCuIoXCD2XpVKturUoveS65dHArAQV6Osf43n-vTI8QIGIAWolo6FbalICgk1c0nyGaGg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>This is for my friends and family who aren't on Facebook. It's a little snippet of Mom's reaction to me and Diane showing up at her cruise ship cabin. This was her first cruise and she was pretty anxious. Now, I cannot allow people to have the most fun ever without being there to also partake...so I invited myself on Mom's and Auntie Jo's cruise and didn't tell them until we all sailed away.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-49535443030247722252009-08-02T20:15:00.006-06:002009-08-02T21:31:50.627-06:00The difference between men and women<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOSs_dHHbPiJ451vehLUEIh9pLz1QouGTx1iLrZQ65eJmz5y-uRuukt-NYB8gQdEG4cnTDva97-zG3f4GYH-3RHGU8-YG2duwjZDhokbyj9Hy7reKMLqLHuW4DwoqabE8g0ABKM8jgw/s1600-h/S5030392.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOSs_dHHbPiJ451vehLUEIh9pLz1QouGTx1iLrZQ65eJmz5y-uRuukt-NYB8gQdEG4cnTDva97-zG3f4GYH-3RHGU8-YG2duwjZDhokbyj9Hy7reKMLqLHuW4DwoqabE8g0ABKM8jgw/s320/S5030392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555688284175682" border="0" /></a><br />I love my son. He cracks me up. The past 6 months or so have been quite a wild ride, but I love him none the less. I've been neglecting my Blogging duties for a while now. I'd intended to write down an unforgettable interaction with Jared back in May.<br /><br />We were sitting in the kitchen together working on a packet of homework that he needed to have done and turned in the next day. Like a lot of teenagers, he had procrastinated the homework and now was up late trying to get it done.<br /><br />From the kitchen we overheard his step father on the phone in the bedroom. We heard him say, "he's one of the smartest kids I've ever known, he's incredibly bright!" Jared's eyes lit up and he turned to me and said, "Is Michael talking about me?" I nodded that he was. The gratification didn't last long because the next thing we heard from the bedroom was, "but he's really lazy. He's a big slug wasting time on the computer and video games and neglecting the things he supposed to be doing." Jared's smile instantly turned into a frown and his eyes darkened and filled up with tears. He turned to me and said, "I hate his guts!" I marched into the bedroom and Michael looked at me and indicated that he was on the phone. I angrily said, "I know...we can hear you in the kitchen and now you have a crying stepson who hates you!" Then back into the kitchen to do damage control. Due to circumstances beyond Jared's control he has some issues with fathers and father figures. I worry about him and want more than anything else for his deep wounds to heal. I encouraged him to think about the complement Michael had paid him and lovingly pointed out that he did have room for improving the way he spends his time but admitted Michael could have said that in a nicer way. Jared got really quiet and continued working on his homework. I had a lot of things going through my head. Did I need to schedule a therapy appointment for him? How could I mend this fragile relationship between my new husband and my son? Should we get family counseling? What is my role? I had a lot of thoughts bombarding me and wasn't sure what to do. It had been so obvious that Jared had been truly hurt by his stepfather's remarks. I looked at Jared again and he seemed to look normal.<br />I said, "Hey, are you OK?"<br />He seemed surprised. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"<br />I said, "Aren't you upset at Michael?"<br />He replied, "No. Not anymore."<br />Stunned, I inquired, "You were really hurt, how did you let go of your feelings so quickly?"<br />He just looked at me and said, "Helloooooo....I'm not a woman."<br /><br />It still makes me laugh.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-89332935863085017392009-06-22T00:24:00.003-06:002009-06-22T01:36:44.533-06:00Happy Father's Day Daddie-o<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5J-SG8gRZp0Fu9p2tsUHy7zlrook6dimun7BCKn_Pz8MsCj5bNz88yzLLk8wkv4EfU40UsWE_s4mF9R8Kv7Yb3BuCcL2f_rG8l0lRU00iege7FpBNK8TgfyxC2bk2B_PRhumrVzBcxA/s1600-h/S5030953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5J-SG8gRZp0Fu9p2tsUHy7zlrook6dimun7BCKn_Pz8MsCj5bNz88yzLLk8wkv4EfU40UsWE_s4mF9R8Kv7Yb3BuCcL2f_rG8l0lRU00iege7FpBNK8TgfyxC2bk2B_PRhumrVzBcxA/s320/S5030953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350034057891879842" border="0" /></a> He came to my ball games faithfully<br /> and loudly cheered "How to Go!!"<br /> I'd roll my eyes, and jog by to correct him<br />"It's way to go! Dad, Way to go!"<br /> <br />He was raised by a man with a potty mouth<br />And Dad didn't like it one bit<br />In my whole life, I've never heard him cuss<br />I don't count " Great Gobs of Blue Geese!"<br />(what did you think I was going to say there?)<br /><br />He taught me to love music, I love to sing with him<br />My favorite memories involve his guitar<br />Singing old country westerns, yodeling for us<br />We didn't have to search far for our star<br /><br />As expressive as he was with his music<br />And as supportive as he was with my sports<br />The "I love you"s were a little too seldom<br />And the hugs were a little too short.<br /><br />Mom counseled him to try a bit harder<br />So as he walked by he squeezed my big toe<br />And I knew all along that he loved me<br />And I thought "How to Go Dad. How to go!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-45827001058990676632009-06-20T23:54:00.016-06:002009-06-21T01:00:53.174-06:00Don't let the bed bugs bite!Check out this video about bedbugs.<br />http://<span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfKCcSPCOQo"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfKCcSPCOQo</span></a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1235/587785470_9f04cad52f.jpg%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1235/587785470_9f04cad52f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is a nymph before it has "eaten".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/324776024_c9f2b48798.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/324776024_c9f2b48798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the very same nymph after it had "eaten".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/324776034_d92c6c03c3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/324776034_d92c6c03c3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here it is again, only you get an idea of it's real size.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/324802634_c729bbbc6c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/324802634_c729bbbc6c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug-itpWwkVQh1D49Vq_qtz-TjTkSaNjchswVPxQInP3GOdb08pS__Qkl7D0i1aHzfWinQFKZm8pcDpP4piI6GeRJ4ZU5oTEc5SqcwBM8QfGyBuJ-Ro7ODKnOI2YQkqA0TA2CERrjXOw/s1600-h/S5030387.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug-itpWwkVQh1D49Vq_qtz-TjTkSaNjchswVPxQInP3GOdb08pS__Qkl7D0i1aHzfWinQFKZm8pcDpP4piI6GeRJ4ZU5oTEc5SqcwBM8QfGyBuJ-Ro7ODKnOI2YQkqA0TA2CERrjXOw/s320/S5030387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349656430578329426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrs73UshjcOlTqAGRXSu_jD8_cE-gag82xLFC-S7NyyXSfjiE-JvzQXdp0sQ9Qd86P19X2jILYYWSNt2BzR9s_EXBXrF_xQtqe8suBGZ_MobT1iGsRy8UgvjGb7uYJEzh4UFd4uiYiA/s1600-h/S5030431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrs73UshjcOlTqAGRXSu_jD8_cE-gag82xLFC-S7NyyXSfjiE-JvzQXdp0sQ9Qd86P19X2jILYYWSNt2BzR9s_EXBXrF_xQtqe8suBGZ_MobT1iGsRy8UgvjGb7uYJEzh4UFd4uiYiA/s320/S5030431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349656427551529714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHtNauNle6ICOBjw41Xp2ilbDUa4mOHA58WOwDcDG7lKCBnewNxoFz6G73unt244AZNdbZn9wH-NMHk8WtWQQ3iJ1Zh6cTGrqndC8FkvWmZG_YCbhFI0k7XLXGAccyL4e4OgHYd9-1A/s1600-h/S5030460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHtNauNle6ICOBjw41Xp2ilbDUa4mOHA58WOwDcDG7lKCBnewNxoFz6G73unt244AZNdbZn9wH-NMHk8WtWQQ3iJ1Zh6cTGrqndC8FkvWmZG_YCbhFI0k7XLXGAccyL4e4OgHYd9-1A/s320/S5030460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349656413417827730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And this is what happened to me after I stayed up all night sitting on a couch that was infested with bedbugs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'd had a sofa cover over my couch, and had no idea what was lurking underneath until they tried to eat me alive!<br /><br />I was able to get brand new couches out of the whole terrifyingly itchy experience. And I have a new appreciation for sleeping tight!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-29726050289277694572009-06-13T18:34:00.011-06:002009-06-13T19:44:42.347-06:00Pictures from Cailin's wedding!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cg2Lli5MZLbQD_rCeGVHVKz4shY-wHkqJ2I5zToX9srPzEJJHT9stysZXdbLVBo-heX8TWVOp8qtJYWN96mGQXbkfOUFYx51Wxg3qeQ3z3jXaF_5q7IbyKJCx2HAk_DTl-yVr2ellA/s1600-h/S5030187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cg2Lli5MZLbQD_rCeGVHVKz4shY-wHkqJ2I5zToX9srPzEJJHT9stysZXdbLVBo-heX8TWVOp8qtJYWN96mGQXbkfOUFYx51Wxg3qeQ3z3jXaF_5q7IbyKJCx2HAk_DTl-yVr2ellA/s320/S5030187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346986981798965970" border="0" /></a><br />Waiting for the happy couple to come out of the temple, Susan finds a way to keep the sun off baby Jacob's head.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5puBt_NBYGEheEb4SLC3oT4Itl3hFhCBx2W5vNMICM-qf4aMoH49YhuiccjDwbaPWac6hhsfk8ULZB03btAeU9WuHLAc6OLqIva70eS2WPxyek3EyW4WCVo1atzuN49wz4eTL8fntw/s1600-h/S5030192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5puBt_NBYGEheEb4SLC3oT4Itl3hFhCBx2W5vNMICM-qf4aMoH49YhuiccjDwbaPWac6hhsfk8ULZB03btAeU9WuHLAc6OLqIva70eS2WPxyek3EyW4WCVo1atzuN49wz4eTL8fntw/s320/S5030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346986977133371250" border="0" /></a>Jared and his handsome cousin, Kyle. Eat your hearts out ladies, he's leaving for his mission to Brazil in September.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTicqGYdSV1dGrxLyQ-Bo0FJwpoZaFfZXvC9Kn4q7JD0h5f2EhgOVaI-HZOWEuQpkg_2ezwr1oYVEPtBCGYuE5u6hAMa6Nlmra3rQ1r24TjT1pOTSIZoX_gtbhec2GYy1bvJNx3li7MA/s1600-h/S5030207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTicqGYdSV1dGrxLyQ-Bo0FJwpoZaFfZXvC9Kn4q7JD0h5f2EhgOVaI-HZOWEuQpkg_2ezwr1oYVEPtBCGYuE5u6hAMa6Nlmra3rQ1r24TjT1pOTSIZoX_gtbhec2GYy1bvJNx3li7MA/s320/S5030207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977423830764354" border="0" /></a><br />Here they come! Morgan and Caitlin Sheffer! With Grandma Dee giggling in the back ground.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o9NoIBsel9v5cAvqUahL8rlmnV3tHwK497c0DiVsXtMdw2QdnwL0uwOUkbxVvKbmfoSTpdMqdmRTkTDF5HXMx-vbam_zzme120vwNJlmjjp06qa5ggvuL3Sv5S4wp07Xma77v4PSIw/s1600-h/S5030218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0o9NoIBsel9v5cAvqUahL8rlmnV3tHwK497c0DiVsXtMdw2QdnwL0uwOUkbxVvKbmfoSTpdMqdmRTkTDF5HXMx-vbam_zzme120vwNJlmjjp06qa5ggvuL3Sv5S4wp07Xma77v4PSIw/s320/S5030218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977001842302402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The mother of the bride and the missionary. My beautiful sister-in-law Nancy Tyree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCaSqHc6g6pUYtpTCQnop3BZfigLorUDtO2EOCkGgwST3aAxXA5Q3nDLuFunHs7g9tislF0c4SPYtiaES8Wo4c94dIkMBxBvH5RySmjTNl00jj8tDrKbwnVvZ3IHziVOVSmPD5F8-FA/s1600-h/100_0833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCaSqHc6g6pUYtpTCQnop3BZfigLorUDtO2EOCkGgwST3aAxXA5Q3nDLuFunHs7g9tislF0c4SPYtiaES8Wo4c94dIkMBxBvH5RySmjTNl00jj8tDrKbwnVvZ3IHziVOVSmPD5F8-FA/s320/100_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983275249688866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLj-vYyvi2Iz4g_QFrjGIWoNC4d4NXF1usaNp5yBh3f-j-3L8GfC22yRETd2hWU_u-re5HhxN-JRhcy-hVOs17WthwMY8awIE4xsiOc-KUOiSqsjjhr8RgghttOhvWppGRfppSBHgm4w/s1600-h/100_0829.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLj-vYyvi2Iz4g_QFrjGIWoNC4d4NXF1usaNp5yBh3f-j-3L8GfC22yRETd2hWU_u-re5HhxN-JRhcy-hVOs17WthwMY8awIE4xsiOc-KUOiSqsjjhr8RgghttOhvWppGRfppSBHgm4w/s320/100_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346983073530163746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It looks like a bunch of models in some fashion magazine, and then there's me in the background. Really, I am related to these gorgeous people!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF18Z3netJ5Jfm-DUsXPRA-tkZMBPMZao_KPx0NL0M8G29mE6ha0TIEgkMMmGZr_hhza0fjugd35nCSMozBqWtASrY3Bnk5p9izFv3lxbnD_M8zzej7L7KY7rckbq1e5olsR8_GGidDg/s1600-h/S5030233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF18Z3netJ5Jfm-DUsXPRA-tkZMBPMZao_KPx0NL0M8G29mE6ha0TIEgkMMmGZr_hhza0fjugd35nCSMozBqWtASrY3Bnk5p9izFv3lxbnD_M8zzej7L7KY7rckbq1e5olsR8_GGidDg/s320/S5030233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346979915803680450" border="0" /></a><br />The father of the bride and my big brother, Todd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDt6sLLgsRPQ-Yn7Mv1sjLmwn0lQ2a0Mqc_b9jXbkAzqh99k7-iElegihaKojwQwbq9W-YEObFlndiB2EAmSnybmxPqu11RTpltJsD0KQc7GcDkjBa7ATdHONCMloT_iM-bYO04uz0g/s1600-h/S5030228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDt6sLLgsRPQ-Yn7Mv1sjLmwn0lQ2a0Mqc_b9jXbkAzqh99k7-iElegihaKojwQwbq9W-YEObFlndiB2EAmSnybmxPqu11RTpltJsD0KQc7GcDkjBa7ATdHONCMloT_iM-bYO04uz0g/s320/S5030228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346978895926902466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pucker up!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMnNzGdu_12d_tpN44yKocSxsHJCWZbEXWjD6M-JhHvgjmHAo8ixM9wsE9s_xSgVPrgDDUYvo-gk1qKrPvsfXu03n7zkOQb6e3YOOFCMBKLQcBWWl6XSv44bX7qdWbPEZTCpXFc4ayw/s1600-h/S5030226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMnNzGdu_12d_tpN44yKocSxsHJCWZbEXWjD6M-JhHvgjmHAo8ixM9wsE9s_xSgVPrgDDUYvo-gk1qKrPvsfXu03n7zkOQb6e3YOOFCMBKLQcBWWl6XSv44bX7qdWbPEZTCpXFc4ayw/s320/S5030226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346978891675953922" border="0" /></a><br />Kyle and Devin looking sharp!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfk8SYngdXwpbfmOu3DmlTHTSDQ7Cl6y9h_UxFoaxMjaWYHEH-Z_UKgf2K9C5uPk800r4k3DJ0RxjW-QKeIVtAokgXng-YNR-5OOofZwYXvIs2S7iDSKf0dOENe8xWHA-Qxw3bRKaJw/s1600-h/S5030200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfk8SYngdXwpbfmOu3DmlTHTSDQ7Cl6y9h_UxFoaxMjaWYHEH-Z_UKgf2K9C5uPk800r4k3DJ0RxjW-QKeIVtAokgXng-YNR-5OOofZwYXvIs2S7iDSKf0dOENe8xWHA-Qxw3bRKaJw/s320/S5030200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346978884763518562" border="0" /></a><br />Glam girl Alli.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5GTJsY8etgoz9eqLwcOS_yF9WYinzX7qJcpfI_m0rIfS1IfQSad2R5QLgzYxq1XaMp2_l684tVinHa9N-7MlYJ0oH8ctxl8v1RizR5LhLnmonSEWPRUhPrRCSHv47LAO2yKVVe7bBQ/s1600-h/S5030193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5GTJsY8etgoz9eqLwcOS_yF9WYinzX7qJcpfI_m0rIfS1IfQSad2R5QLgzYxq1XaMp2_l684tVinHa9N-7MlYJ0oH8ctxl8v1RizR5LhLnmonSEWPRUhPrRCSHv47LAO2yKVVe7bBQ/s320/S5030193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346978881300141746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kyle and Jared sharing a tender and hilarious moment. These two boys are a laugh riot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwTrJeRqLAkoemx8rfR044McK0FKkAMlUJUBBhUfKRjatomxtVAUDsd5Plpa7XS56S_VLzNq03Ewv77DYuOcR8a-ZEcJpp052w-qScZ873IPERNqpKq_7TYRfPdPUI6zTtZ68PqCGYA/s1600-h/S5030235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwTrJeRqLAkoemx8rfR044McK0FKkAMlUJUBBhUfKRjatomxtVAUDsd5Plpa7XS56S_VLzNq03Ewv77DYuOcR8a-ZEcJpp052w-qScZ873IPERNqpKq_7TYRfPdPUI6zTtZ68PqCGYA/s320/S5030235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346977835113811762" border="0" /></a><br />Hey, you know what would be funny? Have Caitlin hold Jacob like it's her baby and have Todd strangle Morgan. Yup, that's funny! Too bad we didn't have a shotgun too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOzGXUAxCmIlE_ovqCJCDBuo4ACJymK8sXFJf4YfSYfAizxIKhUkogWBq_Xydl7Wjn53r-wscq91V-rRsopGWGaUWNOu6TONnrdf6M8qcpGwYMP_AJDMGDom5WFVMggFfVKsDkwQ29g/s1600-h/S5030223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOzGXUAxCmIlE_ovqCJCDBuo4ACJymK8sXFJf4YfSYfAizxIKhUkogWBq_Xydl7Wjn53r-wscq91V-rRsopGWGaUWNOu6TONnrdf6M8qcpGwYMP_AJDMGDom5WFVMggFfVKsDkwQ29g/s320/S5030223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346976987093475858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClJ96g4x1yBYR6alaoHLy9R0fd66LGB2xrfjRrpiSfXwsADaAIlHxfW_qDWFS3e5fnblYeRYc2w2NPb02cYzouDTip-5gBW2V6od1TXOkU_KDBsYDjVei139WzCpxsq42yvLD-murEQ/s1600-h/S5030260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoMR-SByPjcVievvdkyw7OvncMOQS9YB_Wwc0q60f0KzZDzl0-OzjmZCs0SNVMaZW6G46aKIa5bemld9H1dv9NP7weHFT7Aif3zSN7c0o5IUko7pzmYw9wwI-txGcMLekXOQrgt137w/s320/S5030267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981150677091922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheLVZYo-kaQASKNSUSFN27hMWR-SozLeYtV-v3MKrdVbgQPsIFZRIUglsju21bgAvYR3HvMpf3yBpUl5rL3KLOs60zmItrpDHJGFkmkqQXxA7Vnia90xb2E81Q4uPH1fd6vf4uMlw5A/s1600-h/S5030265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheLVZYo-kaQASKNSUSFN27hMWR-SozLeYtV-v3MKrdVbgQPsIFZRIUglsju21bgAvYR3HvMpf3yBpUl5rL3KLOs60zmItrpDHJGFkmkqQXxA7Vnia90xb2E81Q4uPH1fd6vf4uMlw5A/s320/S5030265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346985904920828978" border="0" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-41326726013109502822009-05-29T23:40:00.007-06:002009-05-30T00:19:56.482-06:00Wicked comes to SLC!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJoYvNNyxW_4Fck_O96Wce5BRyfhUmEYO3Q0RcHIAYMCspMwnNpF1kx0JIi9gA_UF1dr30uTau07Cw0HCTy2eGL0ACvWaomNqVSyBf97fYK2VNcSm4wnvZZHOrnz0ARc-ne_Bub2TZQ/s1600-h/S5030163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJoYvNNyxW_4Fck_O96Wce5BRyfhUmEYO3Q0RcHIAYMCspMwnNpF1kx0JIi9gA_UF1dr30uTau07Cw0HCTy2eGL0ACvWaomNqVSyBf97fYK2VNcSm4wnvZZHOrnz0ARc-ne_Bub2TZQ/s320/S5030163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341489365707781890" border="0" /></a><br />I know this will come as a giant shock to some of you, but I am a fan of Wicked. (the musical, NOT the book.) I have traveled the world to partake of the delicious fruit and I have labored to bring others to the tree that they might also partake. (Don't worry, I'm sitting under a lightening rod should God decide to smite me.) But I do love Wicked and I wish everyone could experience it. I was able to see it twice when it came to Salt Lake City last month and was able be on the front row at one of the performances. What a thrill! I was right there, they were singing to me. I felt like I was part of the play, maybe a Munchkin. This first picture is a picture I sneaked at the end of the show. You aren't supposed to take pictures at all. My friend Dave took a picture of his family sitting in their seats before the show started and an usher came up and told him that it wasn't allowed. He quickly responded, "Hey, I have the copyright on my family." I thought it was pretty funny.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYp_JRYZpnsHUeN8pRaQSHooU3nnKmi2cYzsWBCfAJLbUSIcUuLegwuOxp-IaBse-7kDWMSQr3G9voitFHhCj7sfUiOhwDvfrvyrUzANE_OiJp9I5KSHau22HyWktak-8g1m-dbLn8A/s1600-h/S5030168.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYp_JRYZpnsHUeN8pRaQSHooU3nnKmi2cYzsWBCfAJLbUSIcUuLegwuOxp-IaBse-7kDWMSQr3G9voitFHhCj7sfUiOhwDvfrvyrUzANE_OiJp9I5KSHau22HyWktak-8g1m-dbLn8A/s320/S5030168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341489365198705522" border="0" /></a><br />This is my fun friend Krissy who was my date for the front row performance. I let her borrow my Wicked umbrella because if she gets wet, she melts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeHScitwFdI5qTzcK-MhSV7c-BKoBYy-iZnpRI7Xy7T-VbDZ5thPEuNw8LdbDPN2WGW0hHWZ88y-WxkMUE1NrXsMIndBVKBMiPIyO8UTNAUTzKW6ect7_478gerZWR5kguDUYpSab4Q/s1600-h/S5030169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeHScitwFdI5qTzcK-MhSV7c-BKoBYy-iZnpRI7Xy7T-VbDZ5thPEuNw8LdbDPN2WGW0hHWZ88y-WxkMUE1NrXsMIndBVKBMiPIyO8UTNAUTzKW6ect7_478gerZWR5kguDUYpSab4Q/s320/S5030169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341488908942599762" border="0" /></a>This is the understudy who played Glinda. She did a great job, but I preferred the Glinda from the first show. The first one was Katie Rose Clarke and she portrays Glinda as a spaz hyped up on Ritalin or something. She's freaking hilarious!! I'm pretty sure Katie Rose Clarke is the same lady we saw in Rochester NY when I went with my family last year. I'll have to double check my program.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclX4St6H7ZEYAIspetj0QeHCh9w_YYOV-C8SXvqKUbm_18CTIlCUKVn43skBr0oY-Bgxb89w0a5A8TdxOSUJgJabRsmkFBEDo_wRXe4_xmUClOXGDLyat67znWOv6A6TvWh9WGYEn7A/s1600-h/S5030170.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclX4St6H7ZEYAIspetj0QeHCh9w_YYOV-C8SXvqKUbm_18CTIlCUKVn43skBr0oY-Bgxb89w0a5A8TdxOSUJgJabRsmkFBEDo_wRXe4_xmUClOXGDLyat67znWOv6A6TvWh9WGYEn7A/s320/S5030170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341488902542693986" border="0" /></a>This is Donna Vivino who did a fantastic job as Elphaba. She was probably the best Elphaba I've seen next to Idina Menzel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-15UPPTX5EhMseveJ-GHZg0_BRUppQ24NwBw4lHRkqj0AIS-OeZUGZhPPsFCLdgcvZjUeY9sEUmMxjrE9SKYyANGiy8yc43-M3tJbNZVuvtV6Yy9Qby2f4I7evlbXGPMVcsHmpwb5Q/s1600-h/S5030165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-15UPPTX5EhMseveJ-GHZg0_BRUppQ24NwBw4lHRkqj0AIS-OeZUGZhPPsFCLdgcvZjUeY9sEUmMxjrE9SKYyANGiy8yc43-M3tJbNZVuvtV6Yy9Qby2f4I7evlbXGPMVcsHmpwb5Q/s320/S5030165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341488414192455922" border="0" /></a><br />This was the guy who played Fiyero. It looks like I just grabbed his butt or something. He's keeping a close eye on my hands to make sure that I don't squeeze the Charmin.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-76255808863083721442009-05-27T23:07:00.003-06:002009-05-27T23:21:26.531-06:00A Memorial Hike in Muddy Bryce Canyon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUf3eTL0WG57Ls2tj_LLGY2D8Zoo0co5n7MbxKMpMvQI00ViA8N6HRD4ikI5fTGPOEiTQsyq6GCJtLKpwQzB0J8fRnhWp-U3MM0fnv28FBybcTvCo6mRhlhywnlYIW8OccR7QPRwXhuw/s1600-h/S5030327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUf3eTL0WG57Ls2tj_LLGY2D8Zoo0co5n7MbxKMpMvQI00ViA8N6HRD4ikI5fTGPOEiTQsyq6GCJtLKpwQzB0J8fRnhWp-U3MM0fnv28FBybcTvCo6mRhlhywnlYIW8OccR7QPRwXhuw/s320/S5030327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738898960047954" border="0" /></a>We took Michelle to Bryce Canyon for another adventure before she returns to Taiwan next month. She nearly lost her sneakers on the muddy trail, but we managed to make it out alive with our newly cream-cicle colored mud covered shoes. Utah is gorgeous, don't you think???<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHCegC8RVCWbPnFjUQ2F8t21EFCS83g0BPl1pCVxPEK-1gvPxRMmFwggBgiGsTw7N1efB7oxt-50pWDHJYq9R9JaM3c6RwQgcg6FeDginZGoGNZXmShCSC821hkxZS_y-IXb4VZGB6g/s1600-h/S5030330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHCegC8RVCWbPnFjUQ2F8t21EFCS83g0BPl1pCVxPEK-1gvPxRMmFwggBgiGsTw7N1efB7oxt-50pWDHJYq9R9JaM3c6RwQgcg6FeDginZGoGNZXmShCSC821hkxZS_y-IXb4VZGB6g/s320/S5030330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738703416369570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8TEO-quyORRf9JCdl9ebrl4-C8gyczoQkQSWDT4YxONWLhyphenhyphenfKAGyNgpJh8X5GwXS3ljwZl-didzHzfu-L5eRotM3Vwgp63CRHcgXTjp6kN1M04w-UFHgI1YUcy8D7YOVDwE_bHRByQ/s1600-h/S5030317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8TEO-quyORRf9JCdl9ebrl4-C8gyczoQkQSWDT4YxONWLhyphenhyphenfKAGyNgpJh8X5GwXS3ljwZl-didzHzfu-L5eRotM3Vwgp63CRHcgXTjp6kN1M04w-UFHgI1YUcy8D7YOVDwE_bHRByQ/s320/S5030317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738689594197650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzLABgqq43rL6iwMvmQMVN88UYlqMiHk8pnMdUi3QlM6u4cZY9IDBGymm5eCAtJ_lfgwPgQC4lZoOivqeZQg5FzBaAQuV4kIfp9r2urPt3Kl5ps4drYGChohmGJc0Grt497aEvULbGw/s1600-h/S5030318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzLABgqq43rL6iwMvmQMVN88UYlqMiHk8pnMdUi3QlM6u4cZY9IDBGymm5eCAtJ_lfgwPgQC4lZoOivqeZQg5FzBaAQuV4kIfp9r2urPt3Kl5ps4drYGChohmGJc0Grt497aEvULbGw/s320/S5030318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738174467429682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLTmMiB02Iv76DL5Z9iXPxQ0IelgX-tkWEbSzIbIZGrsCiodtqD5hB9-xnXbmISrluy_w_kwGbFy7FNRu4mcmwO2jwxNmqNCc2yLLFfilRVwhyCsw1rfzlRqYqV_8D1rvsdABFXnHQA/s1600-h/S5030315.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLTmMiB02Iv76DL5Z9iXPxQ0IelgX-tkWEbSzIbIZGrsCiodtqD5hB9-xnXbmISrluy_w_kwGbFy7FNRu4mcmwO2jwxNmqNCc2yLLFfilRVwhyCsw1rfzlRqYqV_8D1rvsdABFXnHQA/s320/S5030315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738167066541762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXDd6uXg6iaVoh03psDkzBcWNnqaiSGDL9lkm7h55izCfZTpIVUfch56DLekGNv60GN2dz48VTLg3qJWYS8UKFW8KEarE7duqq_ykyuBUeT_gwBF9dV1Z8lqcZRj82EFxgfW7nDPj-Q/s1600-h/S5030307.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXDd6uXg6iaVoh03psDkzBcWNnqaiSGDL9lkm7h55izCfZTpIVUfch56DLekGNv60GN2dz48VTLg3qJWYS8UKFW8KEarE7duqq_ykyuBUeT_gwBF9dV1Z8lqcZRj82EFxgfW7nDPj-Q/s320/S5030307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340738164032357954" border="0" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-44949050765495103432009-05-11T22:47:00.004-06:002009-05-12T22:48:04.201-06:00Caitlin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ10cEZDloaXGFs2bxYKiGsFfacTRfCY6H9rNEqEWnByIsoyNycaQ4q8UHp4s9LdbHstJWRXPDccro15GyDSDt6qrBP7TvDO4WZd3ZikMrJGtQbMKgyS_Z00CZ5Ykt0BIWBnENxMThyphenhypheniU/s320/large.jpg%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ10cEZDloaXGFs2bxYKiGsFfacTRfCY6H9rNEqEWnByIsoyNycaQ4q8UHp4s9LdbHstJWRXPDccro15GyDSDt6qrBP7TvDO4WZd3ZikMrJGtQbMKgyS_Z00CZ5Ykt0BIWBnENxMThyphenhypheniU/s320/large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yes ladies (and a couple of gentlemen)...I am related to this gorgeous girl. This is my niece Caitlin. Her father and I share my mother's genes. I'm thinking, however, that I don't share enough of them. Isn't she absolutely stunning??Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-61631485250408098252009-04-27T22:22:00.005-06:002009-04-28T20:40:23.894-06:00I love Moab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDFqzwKyGVq63Sg1MzsYBB9vbHUtyeJ3eByFeGcsLTWTUN1oRHCUOF02QlK_gOhc9lkG8ZxraEGmc84oo_Mo_Fnkjxb3JRBY_H1W4iocsoYr6bHU-fy_j_QXjDBDnILJK1vKROG0dPA/s1600-h/S5030104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDFqzwKyGVq63Sg1MzsYBB9vbHUtyeJ3eByFeGcsLTWTUN1oRHCUOF02QlK_gOhc9lkG8ZxraEGmc84oo_Mo_Fnkjxb3JRBY_H1W4iocsoYr6bHU-fy_j_QXjDBDnILJK1vKROG0dPA/s320/S5030104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593504855291010" border="0" /></a><br />My impression of Balanced Rock.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign-zNZdQpUtHT1Gp_1-fDxPaqiuuAUxAB8zt2enGRy7E4C67cR1mU-GO0ei_Whm-ZuCpO5RIEVXel6bCGhGgErSwbO_yAMt3SLMiaB9wjcZCBUkVKc9rNqpiMPVajmUlLZtqKAxYMDg/s1600-h/S5030111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign-zNZdQpUtHT1Gp_1-fDxPaqiuuAUxAB8zt2enGRy7E4C67cR1mU-GO0ei_Whm-ZuCpO5RIEVXel6bCGhGgErSwbO_yAMt3SLMiaB9wjcZCBUkVKc9rNqpiMPVajmUlLZtqKAxYMDg/s320/S5030111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593500937248962" border="0" /></a>My boys.<br /><br />Jared may be lots shorter than Michael, but he can climb lots higher.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXJPdOKTsSbEjeIrUTcHmzyCi388t-FRrrQyQAb3j2VdxQiTFHq_8iZ7GlUlJkpslSygZuAM6QGkhuskitc3vAh0ywRsxq-nzcWtqfGfEB2NKgMmPbt7xwCXGzLOMX1h_0RJAmdTrnw/s1600-h/S5030142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXJPdOKTsSbEjeIrUTcHmzyCi388t-FRrrQyQAb3j2VdxQiTFHq_8iZ7GlUlJkpslSygZuAM6QGkhuskitc3vAh0ywRsxq-nzcWtqfGfEB2NKgMmPbt7xwCXGzLOMX1h_0RJAmdTrnw/s320/S5030142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593497325022706" border="0" /></a>Yup. That's us under that there arch. This was Michael's and Michelle's first trip to Arches National Park. Michelle is a foreign exchange student living with my BFF Diane. She goes back to Taiwan in June so we're making sure she gets the Utah experience.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4YnPoEHQxuTo1YsQWEkYx27q1XFTve4O8TDs54la9ZfenEgYvufh8RqoBn0Q84MLjuC1O8mKDuMNPJvomEnYW-Y4_VIFw4KzWzO9cDNHOy8I4WyOGKj-ne1vo9vob282BOR6Ex7hhw/s1600-h/S5030154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd4YnPoEHQxuTo1YsQWEkYx27q1XFTve4O8TDs54la9ZfenEgYvufh8RqoBn0Q84MLjuC1O8mKDuMNPJvomEnYW-Y4_VIFw4KzWzO9cDNHOy8I4WyOGKj-ne1vo9vob282BOR6Ex7hhw/s320/S5030154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593491826800866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhaj_oEPDa1mBGkyQUBz5MDVGSomikulUOsXnt9s25LZ7L9pI28h1t8sc3dHOZB7lj9_TUH8dLK7RKbtXSWzd_uMzWvvOyU3IbpLS8RPADFW9EuXkOTY5w3B1sKuVIG-cOnPbctmOJg/s1600-h/S5030159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhaj_oEPDa1mBGkyQUBz5MDVGSomikulUOsXnt9s25LZ7L9pI28h1t8sc3dHOZB7lj9_TUH8dLK7RKbtXSWzd_uMzWvvOyU3IbpLS8RPADFW9EuXkOTY5w3B1sKuVIG-cOnPbctmOJg/s400/S5030159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593803649981106" border="0" /></a>Why am I craving a Big Mac?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The gang enjoying the view of Delicate Arch and catching our delicate breath.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-72585725849113898532009-04-22T20:29:00.000-06:002009-04-22T20:30:16.632-06:00My kind of Barbie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHTUMqLYuqY0LKWESzlYTE0qdX_gHS-dw1LFNY8HA8ETFkium1rGRyglkRf4rU4VVpZJPoOM-WKaNgia6dAylQaiK21hNq9CMC_N_ZSSZPxUoVSgayzVJuvosS7apb8i79m5SpZN1cQ/s1600-h/ATT54857.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHTUMqLYuqY0LKWESzlYTE0qdX_gHS-dw1LFNY8HA8ETFkium1rGRyglkRf4rU4VVpZJPoOM-WKaNgia6dAylQaiK21hNq9CMC_N_ZSSZPxUoVSgayzVJuvosS7apb8i79m5SpZN1cQ/s400/ATT54857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327708511774363490" border="0" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-24381463711826313672009-04-20T10:02:00.004-06:002009-04-20T20:41:09.540-06:00What I've doneI took this from Heidi's blog...I've got a few more things to do on this list.<br /><br />**<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I've done the items in bold</span>**<br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Started your own blog</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Slept under the stars</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Played in a band</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> Visited Hawaii<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Watched a meteor shower</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Given more than you can afford to charity</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Been to Disneyland</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Climbed a mountain.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Held a Praying Mantis</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Sang a solo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.</span> Bungee jumped<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited Paris</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13.</span> Watched a lightning storm at sea<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. Taught yourself an art from scratch</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15.</span> Adopted a child<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16. Had food poisoning</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">17. Been to the Statue of Liberty</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18. Grown your own vegetables</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen the Mona Lisa in France</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20. </span><span>Slept on a train</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">21. Had a pillow fight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">22</span>. Hitch hiked<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">24. Built a snow fort</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">25. Held a lamb</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">26. Gone skinny dipping</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">27.</span> Run a Marathon<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">28.</span> Ridden in a gondola<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">29. </span><span>Seen a total eclipse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">30. Watched a sunrise or sunset</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">31. Hit a home run </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">32.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Been on a cruise</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">33.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen Niagara Falls in person</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">34</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited the birthplace of your ancestors</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">35. </span><span>Seen an Amish community</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">36</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Learned another language</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">38.</span> Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">39. </span><span>Gone rock clim</span>bing<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">40.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen Mt Rushmore</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">41. Sung karaoke</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">43</span>.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">44. </span>Visited Africa<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">45. Walked on a beach by moonlight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">46.</span> Been transported in an ambulance<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">47.</span> Had your portrait painted<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">48</span>. Gone deep sea fishing<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">49</span>. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">50.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited Ground zero</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">51</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">52. Kissed in the rain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">53. Played in the mud</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">54. Gone to a drive-in theater</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">55.</span> Been in a movie<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">56. </span>Visited the Great Wall of China<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">57.</span> Started a business<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">58.</span> Taken a martial arts class<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">59.</span> Visited Russia<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">60. Served at a soup kitchen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">61</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sold Girl Scout Cookies</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">62. Gone whale watching</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">63. Got flowers for no reason</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">65.</span> Gone sky diving<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">66.</span> Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">67. Bounced a check - oops!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">68</span>. Flown in a helicopter<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">69. Saved a favorite childhood toy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">71. </span><span>Eaten Caviar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">72. Tied a quilt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">73. Stood in Times Square</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">74.</span> Toured the Everglades<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">75.</span> Been fired from a job<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">76.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen the Changing of the Guards in London</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">77.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Broken a bone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">78.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Been on a speeding motorcycle</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">79. Visited the Grand Canyon in person</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">80. </span>Published a book<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">81.</span> Visited the Vatican<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">82.</span> Bought a brand new car<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">83. </span>Walked in Jerusalem<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">84. Had your picture in the newspaper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">85. Read the entire Bible</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">86. Visited the White House</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">87. </span>Killed and prepared an animal for eating<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">88. Had chickenpox</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">89.</span> Saved someone’s life<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">90. </span>Sat on a jury<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">91. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Met someone famous</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">92. Joined a book club</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">93. Lost a loved one</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">94. Had a baby</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">95. </span><span>Seen the Alamo in person</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">97.</span> Been involved in a law suit<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">98.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Owned a cell phone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">99.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Been stung by a bee</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">100.</span> Visited Italy<br /><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-action"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=740133994233959653&postID=3868811376593397189" title="Email Post"> </a> </span></span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-20554995396401587212009-04-18T00:07:00.007-06:002009-04-18T00:49:22.511-06:00A Sanitary Solution for Cyndi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYt_PjEv2W8qQwGBKYvM1A39gM1e-5dulTVWLreLQhHoX-Y1odXVoOSg6ETQkoQamwuOLoy9jMX-uUgOUGj7JkCKT_uqvosix4jg7av_gfIgxeF0xPQShFm0jeYCPMl0tnsLNEFYOEA/s1600-h/S5032664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYt_PjEv2W8qQwGBKYvM1A39gM1e-5dulTVWLreLQhHoX-Y1odXVoOSg6ETQkoQamwuOLoy9jMX-uUgOUGj7JkCKT_uqvosix4jg7av_gfIgxeF0xPQShFm0jeYCPMl0tnsLNEFYOEA/s400/S5032664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909660569112178" border="0" /></a>Once upon a time I had a dear friend named Cyndi. When we first became friends we discovered that we were alike in many ways. We loved to laugh and to make other people laugh. We exhibited odd behavior when we laughed hard. Her tongue wiggled and I threw my head back to send a throaty laugh straight to the heavens. We took life a little less seriously than some of our relief society sisters and for that reason we were nearly shunned when we made cat litter casserole and snot on a stick for a homemaking taster's table. (see me for the recipes)<br />Despite our similar personalities, there were some differences. Near the start of our friendship nearly 12 years ago, I invited Cyndi to go bowling. She declined and said that she had recently read a study that analyzed places where fecal matter could possibly be found. To my dismay and her disgust, the holes of bowling balls was number 2 on the list. She then asked me if I could guess where the number one place was? Where? I wondered. "On the handles of shopping carts!" came her informed reply. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, "so what, you can't bowl and you can't shop? What a germ-o-phobe! It's not like it's gonna kill you!" A few days later, we happened to be at Reams together and couldn't stop myself. I grabbed a shopping cart and before I really thought it through I said, "Hey Cyndi!" When she turned to look at me, I licked the shopping cart handle. "Now we'll wait and see if I get sick and die." It turns out that licking shopping cart handles makes everyone else around you sick.<br />Clean up on Aisle 10!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-71270184581140170612009-04-01T15:55:00.004-06:002009-04-01T21:15:33.801-06:00April Fools<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hoaxblog.s3.amazonaws.com/jesus_scan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 214px;" src="http://hoaxblog.s3.amazonaws.com/jesus_scan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>All right, all right you got me. This was my favorite ultrasound picture I found online. Can you see the image of Jesus? Hilarious!! <br /><br />One of my co-workers got me good today. Apparently they put a motorcycle for sale on KSL.com at a great price and listed my name and cell phone number. I'm at a conference in SLC and accidentally forgot my phone at home. Much to the chagrin of my mother-in-law. She counted 60 phone calls before she called Michael to let him know something was going on. He called Diane, who called Jennie who is with me at the conference. I used Jennie's phone to check my voice mail. My box was filled to the limit. I had 43 messages, each one from a man who had high hopes of buying a motorcycle from me. One guy called twice and said he was in Star Valley WY and wanted to me to call him ASAP. He saidow he could drive down this afternoon to get the bike. Isn't that nuts? I feel so bad that I dashed their dreams.<br />How hilarious are my friends?!?!?!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-56043595551415420542009-03-22T18:26:00.000-06:002009-03-22T18:48:11.397-06:00The Leprechaun Queens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirERaLJRpCOCqUeGRUXIZKaWxM5ADmzgYAPHFnNHU_OgwGqgCmnxuS1rEqXodUSm27Ur470qpQPbxQ6UErs3SSCPS01h3Y9BMA_7CeFGqcNWbo1tEO1zo4LySMBVOOM6_2gj-UooISzVH7/s320/DSCF0348.JPG%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirERaLJRpCOCqUeGRUXIZKaWxM5ADmzgYAPHFnNHU_OgwGqgCmnxuS1rEqXodUSm27Ur470qpQPbxQ6UErs3SSCPS01h3Y9BMA_7CeFGqcNWbo1tEO1zo4LySMBVOOM6_2gj-UooISzVH7/s320/DSCF0348.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSibe7kxdZMIdPi0FMEDknsTtfqv7sp1uwJ6S2GhmZwPoUB9qgJI4b4pAkaiiiqPILMZpS-MWM8Cs8Vtzvw2DYAZZfbLVCaVUNWybH8xNJ6iqVCmQGMLIosQN1GlNUTdhPzuj9olb6nYqD/s320/DSCF0357.JPG%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSibe7kxdZMIdPi0FMEDknsTtfqv7sp1uwJ6S2GhmZwPoUB9qgJI4b4pAkaiiiqPILMZpS-MWM8Cs8Vtzvw2DYAZZfbLVCaVUNWybH8xNJ6iqVCmQGMLIosQN1GlNUTdhPzuj9olb6nYqD/s320/DSCF0357.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGQyUNK1OyZ7mMOAloUHOQnS4KpsHKMK9Ewm7ObWeIgwGC4xGQpnfPqQLb_ykVG6JJz4VODJiAZiMXOGD2LjeRfcD2c_Cc9lBNedpNSllIESDV6VGpH5XkxCCAw9eMEf8W5TtgF1Utgs0/s320/DSCF0347.JPG%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGQyUNK1OyZ7mMOAloUHOQnS4KpsHKMK9Ewm7ObWeIgwGC4xGQpnfPqQLb_ykVG6JJz4VODJiAZiMXOGD2LjeRfcD2c_Cc9lBNedpNSllIESDV6VGpH5XkxCCAw9eMEf8W5TtgF1Utgs0/s320/DSCF0347.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sarah, Heidi and Heidi, Nancy and Michelle. Looking good ladies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Christine, Michelle, and Vicky. Do I live in the greatest ward or what?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my mother in law, Helen. She's great! She's wearing my goofy shirt and another of my St. Patty's Day hats. I've never had anybody want to borrow my clothes. (My friends tease me that they are going to submit my name to the TV show, What not to Wear.)Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804199924365875553.post-19395415891827552032009-03-04T23:44:00.000-07:002009-03-05T00:09:37.933-07:00Tour of the State Capitol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrmpBzhVHbF2udIj0JJOK8WqnKkwg5BAX7qCyhQCnaIibIfL_jzicbI-enrRTtSeCD7i9COdBo2qHdsEKL_fHG9BK9ZrJYd9PFNXzEl9BmNKFYLaWtgeIGYc0DHzBLXoOQkw3WTKxUQ/s1600-h/KarenDecandJan+081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrmpBzhVHbF2udIj0JJOK8WqnKkwg5BAX7qCyhQCnaIibIfL_jzicbI-enrRTtSeCD7i9COdBo2qHdsEKL_fHG9BK9ZrJYd9PFNXzEl9BmNKFYLaWtgeIGYc0DHzBLXoOQkw3WTKxUQ/s400/KarenDecandJan+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309592808305236098" border="0" /></a>I thought this painting was spectacular. It's on the ceiling in the Utah State Senate Chamber.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCOQvm4BfuI57wz6wKpsgXD8rm6eaWZ0k8k2LO2PQqVjI7NhY6qDagjJ9h9rURdwmOYqH2TF_bzlHuU77MCmK_i6-6y1coqZYIrnOvHjcsxUEa9GyQsmkEjGcE8pfP0KjnC8G1imfaQ/s1600-h/KarenDecandJan+080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCOQvm4BfuI57wz6wKpsgXD8rm6eaWZ0k8k2LO2PQqVjI7NhY6qDagjJ9h9rURdwmOYqH2TF_bzlHuU77MCmK_i6-6y1coqZYIrnOvHjcsxUEa9GyQsmkEjGcE8pfP0KjnC8G1imfaQ/s400/KarenDecandJan+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309596136691096786" border="0" /></a><br />The Utah Supreme Court used to meet in this room. During the tour it was explained where the phrase, "pass the bar" came from. Here's photographic evidence that I passed the bar myself!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9JJhibxljRefiqtArzUypgeCaTyJVjfim5FA-k6Y-th0UFwnCh2PV2n6xtxJWiyjt14FtCvMLmX6eJN1VDhKD4-Lrnd-yhc7ASwj3VuyWeRRwG5S5nuGB9HgzuIrc14YLTzhEVbYJQ/s1600-h/S5032621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9JJhibxljRefiqtArzUypgeCaTyJVjfim5FA-k6Y-th0UFwnCh2PV2n6xtxJWiyjt14FtCvMLmX6eJN1VDhKD4-Lrnd-yhc7ASwj3VuyWeRRwG5S5nuGB9HgzuIrc14YLTzhEVbYJQ/s400/S5032621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309592799027948114" border="0" /></a><br />Judge not that ye be not judged! But it's OK to pretend you're a judge and sneak a picture when the tour guide leaves you unattended.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghViDZhphC48UtPQq334qHX0h4DR7bzq5jV3wf_CDJ-BJY45czSL8kDcLa3vN_oC2-n3D3I_BgWG4riXD5BxzsBy8ROzC9DYymrFmCVnQ6HrxpAo9rMF-6Hu4gtXoo-b_J9w1IvqegmQ/s1600-h/S5032634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghViDZhphC48UtPQq334qHX0h4DR7bzq5jV3wf_CDJ-BJY45czSL8kDcLa3vN_oC2-n3D3I_BgWG4riXD5BxzsBy8ROzC9DYymrFmCVnQ6HrxpAo9rMF-6Hu4gtXoo-b_J9w1IvqegmQ/s400/S5032634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309592778724553074" border="0" /></a><br />Ladies and gentlemen...this is what we Utahns call an Inversion. A layer of smog and crap gets trapped directly above us. And then right above that is clear blue sky. Or in this case, a patch of blue sky, mountains and clouds. Click on this picture and take a good look at that layer of smog. But don't breathe in too deep.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12403826820855380368noreply@blogger.com2