tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21474631524928619112024-03-19T02:37:38.054-07:00...The Parkers...Welcome to the adventures that make up our world...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-33379501289071174732012-04-03T19:26:00.002-07:002012-04-03T19:35:14.679-07:00BLINDS AVAILABLE FOR SALE<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">blinds available after April 16th </div><div style="text-align: center;">(our move out date) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKspFhZgRZcC7jY4A-5KC3IRm4krDLFWvEOK4f23a11FzhJtDe5OfKWIXVFhJbxAbFaOByqwJyRv384at_bWhcIEZGm7U7yhZpb__8Nw7_JrELMhvc6ZxHQ333LuuGZ5JqTNAq_8uAZ_r8/s1600/photo-31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKspFhZgRZcC7jY4A-5KC3IRm4krDLFWvEOK4f23a11FzhJtDe5OfKWIXVFhJbxAbFaOByqwJyRv384at_bWhcIEZGm7U7yhZpb__8Nw7_JrELMhvc6ZxHQ333LuuGZ5JqTNAq_8uAZ_r8/s400/photo-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727366900777652754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZydA8X0xFpk_jznoLCCq6C-bCkt0xh1U1rdv4R4Ph2OGdcCMDZt0PbLwiDthgqoq8aCTh2znyol7HvrSnN41i6xvRJVN3ETUufKVvfVraPeDp17o2ujCIsrwbRHdjFJGLWBNS5n-S8d9H/s1600/photo-29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZydA8X0xFpk_jznoLCCq6C-bCkt0xh1U1rdv4R4Ph2OGdcCMDZt0PbLwiDthgqoq8aCTh2znyol7HvrSnN41i6xvRJVN3ETUufKVvfVraPeDp17o2ujCIsrwbRHdjFJGLWBNS5n-S8d9H/s400/photo-29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727366888223768850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG6Ru9DAWWSgiNnMWCGMciH7vhOZS5i8UBeEvoWlDzoRVDVdRTH_cTbOKNPMHK8z_XkkaRDtDxhH23V7WqNuslQ1k_9mWToN6d3pWhLdQ2RhFEgG5Gan3gCiQI87K8OF7K6mqDL55qyyi/s1600/photo-28.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG6Ru9DAWWSgiNnMWCGMciH7vhOZS5i8UBeEvoWlDzoRVDVdRTH_cTbOKNPMHK8z_XkkaRDtDxhH23V7WqNuslQ1k_9mWToN6d3pWhLdQ2RhFEgG5Gan3gCiQI87K8OF7K6mqDL55qyyi/s400/photo-28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727366883764406178" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-60029067766453274732011-12-12T20:58:00.001-08:002011-12-12T21:32:02.397-08:00Life Lately<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">So, I have been horrible at the whole blog thing.... again. By the time I get home from work, we get dinner made, dishes done... spending time on the computer is not on my list of things I want to do! I want to be with my hubby!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">Braden and I have been up to lots of fun things! For Thanksgiving we were able to go to Washington D.C. and visit family out there. We had a direct flight (and can I just say that those are heaven sent??) Braden and I went to the mall and visited a few museums. I made us stop and eat a really gross cookie because I was starving (and if you know me, i get grumpy when i don't eat) and i was not happy about the trek across the city in the rain to find the metro, but we arrived at the station, picked up by the family, and off to cafe rio we went. Did they know i was grumpy and craving cafe rio?? they must have! bless them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">The next day was Thanksgiving. There was lots of cooking, eating, sleeping, eating, soccer, more eating that day. I also was in the middle of the book the hunger games.. i couldn't put it down! So I spent most of my day in the kitchen or in bed reading. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">The next few days were spent going to Virginia for some black friday shopping, going to an orchard and cutting down their christmas tree, lots of walks, and of course eating. it was a great trip! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">Since then, we have celebrated our 4 month anniversary, bought our very own christmas tree, decorated our apartment, gone up to midway, made a gingerbread house( thanks mom for all of the stuff!) (we came in second place... we had an ice fishing pond with teddy grahams as fishermen and goldfish swimming around... even had brown sprinkles as you know what in the pond...details friends... details!)) visited a live nativity here in Salt Lake in the glen, where there was a live camel!, im in the middle of making the star for the tree, (i tried making the tree skirt, but there is no way it will get finished for this christmas, but don't worry... next christmas will be here before you know it!), i am trying my hand at my moms AMAZING toffee, spoke in church--inspired by my mom and her amazing heart, gone to school, gone to work, gone out with friends, subjected to braden to hours of christmas music and movies, and much much more! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">we are so happy to be in our fun apartment and making friends here. we are thrilled to see where we end up and what is in our future together! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmtMoD9Aaj1brICHipmX5qghbewZhRjFpraUzqcEy0wcdOK0dSmc0woSBwrtNGL2Z_PMFBAcGVmbBMpI5W88Ct3sEzb4SM9ywk_8H5bsGLaJO7J_DMpG9OUpRIKm7DRyhlAuz_v8gJ_XP/s1600/photo-16.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSFT6-77ZWdYc2mgEBUIcE2q3BeqWicRqU9BaNI6XLdLAgLf1KGfHoYKWmri3b9MdwEfO4QEqfbLkrzLYPw-j0Pkf8-uxHVq666hsfZ7OMthqox9b5xuZgKGWi0mU_ChnRh7Iq-uFLs3F/s320/photo-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685474464779963170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-67562335460403585732011-11-12T19:29:00.000-08:002011-11-13T19:42:31.182-08:00Quilting<div style="text-align: center;">Back in September I took a quilting class and loved every second of it. This week I dropped my quilt off to be quilted and in 4 short weeks I should have it back and ready to go! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a sneak peak....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxhvWS7B6TtkzagIFpU8-M2AY8AsoWdTccopWCcSbuFr_hg-y7xZq5kCJh04XMYwf0Xmr3ph_K4lN7neHDitpMT0lcuADxwXS-lJNCXE2aBpX1PcW0Nb-SPdrP1H2zOu5U_ysFreGRBh6/s1600/quilt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxhvWS7B6TtkzagIFpU8-M2AY8AsoWdTccopWCcSbuFr_hg-y7xZq5kCJh04XMYwf0Xmr3ph_K4lN7neHDitpMT0lcuADxwXS-lJNCXE2aBpX1PcW0Nb-SPdrP1H2zOu5U_ysFreGRBh6/s400/quilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674319006004013426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-42157923440813000972011-11-12T19:25:00.000-08:002011-11-12T19:39:06.153-08:00We are alive<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbqH-SGlcYekVwd2wJaHKl1shGaAaJOUxcDF7TCsvoGPIPUWMw0C3Qmya-wH3t_BakkXHnYCKIUWd0k7JnNOAXV2nrtMAUb5MY_tkXOFZhcglCYZ8cNSioW9HPyFGTzSNvCBCIsssfDRN/s1600/B+and+T.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbqH-SGlcYekVwd2wJaHKl1shGaAaJOUxcDF7TCsvoGPIPUWMw0C3Qmya-wH3t_BakkXHnYCKIUWd0k7JnNOAXV2nrtMAUb5MY_tkXOFZhcglCYZ8cNSioW9HPyFGTzSNvCBCIsssfDRN/s320/B+and+T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674317193831087794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well it has been ages since I've posted</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lots of things have happened</div><div style="text-align: center;">Graduated from Nursing School</div><div style="text-align: center;">Got engaged</div><div style="text-align: center;">Passed the NCLEX</div><div style="text-align: center;">Got an apartment</div><div style="text-align: center;">Got married</div><div style="text-align: center;">Left the country</div><div style="text-align: center;">Went back to work</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is busy and we are so happy!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm going to try and be a better blogger...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-19409364705638921162011-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:002011-04-20T20:56:48.908-07:00But who's counting?<div style="text-align: center;">15 days</div><div style="text-align: center;">6 posts</div><div style="text-align: center;">4 tests</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 paper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GRADUATION, CINCO DE MAYO, ONE HAPPY GIRL!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-77255140650263251332011-04-14T10:17:00.000-07:002011-04-14T10:32:41.826-07:00One of those days... uh weeks<div align="center">Do you ever have days that nothing goes right?</div><br /><div align="center">You drop something a million times?</div><br /><div align="center">You forget to do something?</div><br /><div align="center">You don't do your best at something?</div><br /><div align="center">Something breaks and you can't fix it?</div><br /><div align="center">Just have a really bad, no good day?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm having that kind of week. </div><br /><div align="center">Ugh. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">But...</div><br /><div align="center">It can only get better from here, Right?</div><br /><div align="center">Yes, and it will! </div><br /><div align="center">There is something waiting for me in my mailbox at home.</div><br /><div align="center">Registration for something is in the works. </div><br /><div align="center">It looks like the sun is coming out, and it looks like there is a new delivery of doughnuts at the store next door. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-48708491295183166932011-03-27T21:36:00.000-07:002011-03-28T21:41:15.975-07:00Semi-Real<div align="center">Today, I felt like a real nurse. I know this is silly, but I had my own phone, and though I don't have access for the medications for our patients, I felt the most independent I have my entire experience as a capstone student. I didn't have to hunt my precptor down, and follow her around like a kid follows their parent. I didn't have to walk in another patients' room to ask her a question.</div><br /><div align="center">it was aWeSoMe!!!! </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589356480044802578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PhrLyrdzaKzOQTWnHVobmdRDj4HWqxNR5F7uJYshsMI-yasjtfqSWmEoEPJoBNY6-ffXdkice3ArgndUm7Y4laxlljwU7FzEY2nn2ilmsVo53ARB1x39biL-DEcwo14_9udEdrBHC1Cu/s320/Nursey+phone.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center">thank you Ashley thank you phone one more small thing I forgot to mention... I only have one more shift left of clinical as a student. </p><br /><p align="center">done. DONE. DONE FOREVER!! </p><br /><p align="center">Okay, I lied it wasn't a small thing, it's huge, and it is bitter sweet sad to leave the people I have become close with, but so excited to start my future and for whatever happens.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-31512712476662102782011-03-20T19:49:00.001-07:002011-03-20T19:53:30.895-07:00A botched blog<span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday I tried changing things around on the blog. It didn't work out so well. The colors for my background are supposed to be much brighter and there isn't supposed to be a band on the top like there is. I spent last night so frustrated over it, and tried fixing it for over 2 hours. Yes, I know I have more important things to do with my time. I thought about even starting over. Then I just needed to step away from the computer, take a deep breath, and come back another day. Today was that day, and still, I can't figure out what I have done!! If anyone has any helpful advice PLEASE HELP!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Love, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the confused and frustrated blogger</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-23537321660432337602011-03-19T14:50:00.000-07:002011-03-19T15:09:16.796-07:00The Bachelor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-7yr5_wZG-KPRCG5mBrSMplBHpzsXhCRPNj64HU3H8YhDrihWvQNE9kquAMpP2o0EkCWQw-Z-2ynvKhiJJC7TFCpRIVtgxe8OfTqkoDfMPgIgICTCwFRN7ZV9TexPtvq_uLqopa5y4Xu/s1600/the+bach.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center">alright people lets be honest here</div><div align="center">the bachelor was filled with drama and some cheesy moments</div><div align="center">but when the drama isn't in your life, who doesn't love it??</div><div align="center">i wanted emily to win so bad, and i wasn't able to watch it the night it aired. </div><div align="center">i had braden record it and he wanted to watch it with me </div><div align="center">(don't worry i think he probably enjoyed it more than i did!)</div><div align="center">i had told anyone and everyone not to talk about it in front of me, i wanted to watch it for myself</div><div align="center">tuesday night rolled around and i watched it, and that's right, emily won!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585916022145853826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-7yr5_wZG-KPRCG5mBrSMplBHpzsXhCRPNj64HU3H8YhDrihWvQNE9kquAMpP2o0EkCWQw-Z-2ynvKhiJJC7TFCpRIVtgxe8OfTqkoDfMPgIgICTCwFRN7ZV9TexPtvq_uLqopa5y4Xu/s320/the+bach.jpg" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">i then watched the after the final rose show, people were shocked when she said no, i wouldn't marry him right now. think about it people, she had gone on a whole 5 dates with him during the show, hasn't seen him in 2 months (or however long it is), and she has a daughter. as real or as fake as this show is, she isn't marrying him just because he happens to be a hunk, she wants to date him longer, and get to know him better, isn't that a good thing? i think it is. besides, i think their southern accents make them a much better couple. i am stepping off my soap box right now</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-10892056426245429472011-03-19T14:45:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:49:45.834-07:00May 5<div align="center">announcements are ordered</div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">capstone hours are coming to a close</div><div align="center">+</div><div align="center">47 days</div><div align="center">=</div><div align="center">gRaDuAtIoN!!!!!!!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-76773839110098881412011-03-19T14:39:00.001-07:002011-03-19T14:44:02.729-07:00Quotes<span style="font-family:arial;">i have always loved a good quote. but as of late, i keep hearing or reading amazing ones, and i am so sad that i forget who it is by, so, i am going to work harder on fixing that problem. i will now occasionally put some quotes on the blog. here is the first one, enjoy!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>invictus<br /></em>Out of the night that covers me,<br />Black as the pit from pole to pole,<br />I thank whatever gods may be<br />For my unconquerable soul.<br /><br />In the fell clutch of circumstance<br />I have not winced nor cried aloud.<br />Under the bludgeonings of chance<br />My head is bloody, but unbowed.<br /><br />Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br />Looms but the Horror of the shade,<br />And yet the menace of the years<br />Finds and shall find me unafraid.<br /><br />It matters not how strait the gate,<br />How charged with punishments the scroll,<br />I am the master of my fate:<br />I am the captain of my soul. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">-william ernest henley</p><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-89440095928625628252011-03-19T14:14:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:37:32.171-07:00St. George<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMAQokVNc8OcjEM5PbPzUZMplGsIj_pl04w5e4_sj-6KirFzVPEEkNIk8akto-S5q-xCW6IC0JzuD54GmJoT3BnCxVNRrMjcRO20S7uZdYnZOgOuotc-qm2Na1yIJbu10uartAmJausRE/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585906492826040402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMAQokVNc8OcjEM5PbPzUZMplGsIj_pl04w5e4_sj-6KirFzVPEEkNIk8akto-S5q-xCW6IC0JzuD54GmJoT3BnCxVNRrMjcRO20S7uZdYnZOgOuotc-qm2Na1yIJbu10uartAmJausRE/s320/020.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">quite a while ago, a fairly big group of us went to st. george for a long weekend. </span><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">we let the "old people" hidden inside of us come out as we played croquet in the pouring rain</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">we celebrated presidents day with cake with countless candles and fun facts about past presidents</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585906490659070370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5GyM8F517W1P62tDB7DhQSQiTT_J-oQZiC3_BZtZKOcCIkYipCtZmPyxisMYck5AlVgH8_qIikyDxn6EnqO2lHkH6edeSntQoCLxRvuZs5exxmJdHWRZvB8FQPIOFzKyfzdXnQluUW1u/s320/016.JPG" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">we taped tacks on our foreheads and balloons on our bums tucked our arms in our shirts, and all crammed in a garage trying to pop each others balloons (hilarious!!)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585907936094628834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GwlXd8xIzvGmROY8QydqWsU2344NnN4A7JBb9ykb22oD8MHA2UlIJiFaTlExYM-QEqQOljyde9QkHE2elT-jPC_x9G_hkBg_OQWzyC76sNWoK2k2q-ZsEp5W-O1xDH-WytQP9Sstik3S/s400/balloon+bums.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585906480956561122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQ8VTKYbm3Tc090GSXSRWpTKy_YZQV1sigVvnzL-fUOG6ITdRl-HsUdPiT4bQD5QOo5MjmMpwj-6tHl6UzbpIlv0xk3FNYmTngrCFunVU36IG6WdgrQFZvcUjddW1U0a6BtP6sCQWMv-7/s320/balloon+bums+2.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">played soccer, had a home-run derby on a muddy baseball diamond (runnning in the mud isn't as easy as it may seem, but it's also a lot more fun that it may seem), ate lots, and laughed even more. we don't see these friends very much because they live in provo, so it made it that much more fun! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585906498327223346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbagbqvLByQJeo2aMnxhydvk3QY7u64oyaK7WrcsG_wjJ80N-1v27RhfZmLRyNK7Z0W2Epui5cvtKu1RGUwujDi9FNtZj3kP2JmvKeN4Mn-z3tQhWQlWbBneSTC-aIHFmFCf0NSStCs4pP/s320/019.JPG" /></span></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-86758978978326291392011-03-19T14:01:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:14:13.714-07:00Student of the Month<div align="center">this is jake. not only is he my baby brother, he was also student of the month at clayton. </div><div align="center">yeeah!! </div><div align="center">i'm always happy to celebrate anything with a treat</div><div align="center">so i took him out to his favorite frozen yogurt place, red mango. mmmm!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkdJV58UCb8i3cdUFtcvaDxe1K3ZtBx9P3QxqUcgfjzxGmNCFP_XrExKyc4AZh6ItP-Ck_DRLYUiNn5MyQiXJiJ-heHpWNFoPOJNEWFgD-o5mrbYDZEliOSNdSzzF9vQaLw3uWNBNm9mW/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585900951754535410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqm9L_xRy0t0ufDyzV5K5ag7jyC1WQ4qq0pQbG4GFm7ZKLbm0xmhnCIVz0qiNxBM-QFYEDOx29jAbXPXYjVKWREYoMv3nw_iMn1ZNA1cyjHQ4m5PvmTuS9iLxl_q8iOFGt9HZq4tyW2bBe/s320/027.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-14048741974413911322011-03-19T13:59:00.001-07:002011-03-19T14:01:24.043-07:00Catching up<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">today is the day i am catching up on a few blog posts.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">i know they are out of order, but it isn't the end of the world.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-63826648814170601432011-03-03T03:47:00.000-08:002011-03-03T04:31:04.078-08:00One Time a Year<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wvlFTrd3v2bXihSjUzfOvUDEaeA340Fy0rdGKke69ly3byJ6LYLJbjGoSlmkwj7inXrARKBAVPesKXkvhHbPql1dOw6K6YT3hVlSvtAiJsuE4ZD7ob0MeuNdFaPlptby2WSDbsoXt8YJ/s1600/GSC.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579821942827383010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wvlFTrd3v2bXihSjUzfOvUDEaeA340Fy0rdGKke69ly3byJ6LYLJbjGoSlmkwj7inXrARKBAVPesKXkvhHbPql1dOw6K6YT3hVlSvtAiJsuE4ZD7ob0MeuNdFaPlptby2WSDbsoXt8YJ/s320/GSC.jpg" /></a> One time a year these little lovelies come out to tempt us all<br /><div align="center">Of course I can't resist</div><div align="center">I happened to buy a box...or 2..or 3...or 4... or... well, lets keep that number a secret</div><div align="center">Tonight as I am working a night shift, I find myself walking to my locker to sneak some</div><div align="center">A cookie here.... 2 cookies there... and before I know it... I will be soon opening another box. </div><div align="center">What should I open next? </div><div align="center">The always classic thin mints? </div><div align="center">I think yes. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-2305328532149675322011-02-27T20:38:00.000-08:002011-02-27T20:46:26.641-08:00Multitasking<div align="center">I think I have fooled myself into thinking I can multitask. </div><div align="center">Unless it's the kind where I listen to music while cleaning; I can't. </div><div align="center">I've got major things coming up and I don't want to mess up any chances of doing the best I can.</div><div align="center">So, a resolution from now until at least the end of this semester and post NCLEX...</div><div align="center">NO MORE MULTITASKING</div><div align="center"> When I am studying, I am studying. </div><div align="center">The cell phone will be on silent (not just vibrate), g-chat won't be pulled up, and my to do lists will be written in the morning so when I am studying, I won't stress about what else I have to do, and the chance of forgetting to do it. </div><div align="center">Blogging is the only thing I can't think of how to resist, other than will power... I just can't waste time. </div><div align="center">Sorry in advance if I don't respond quick enough, or don't answer. </div><div align="center">This is the real deal. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-77598882814736662492011-02-16T21:01:00.000-08:002011-02-16T21:30:43.743-08:00I secretly love<div align="center"> I secretly love french bull dogs</div><div align="center">(and love it even more that hunky Hugh Jackman has one)</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574521712619498434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyxoC207KcQFnkwqMbMkanqmydDENzqNvh3DJm8mYzytcNJHPLjvgXUBq1R-bbdIZbMHYxP7j3h9ELmE767A4Ib_iQhPaZeyEwVMB8Dl9nI2KEF9ACC7vLZv8of4KgANp3gk8ebQcfmAS/s320/french-bull-dog-2.jpg" /></div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love The Bachelor</div><div align="center">(I know some think it's trashy, and it can be... but I can't resist!!)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly (not much of a secret though) love my bowls from anthropologie</div><div align="center">I have almost every color </div><div align="center">(only missing 2, don't worry, i'm workin on that)</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574523258730488898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxir7a48k9c2aUO64Pyfw0kos5W5T3gNLoJuJwJ5GL2VprxjUSpvTD0vvd81Ns5SrWSe7-31nFnWy4NVs24Q59u35_S_62IVuTTjObd4WMoJFlQhYlIcH3mg0l9i2A5cDLbGmVUWx4Qecj/s320/bowls.bmp" /> <div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that Jake g-chats with me while he is at school</div><div align="center">(it's like our texting, since he is sans phone...and if you know me, i can't resist a text message!)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that Bradens nephew calls me Uncle Tara</div><div align="center">(I'm not even Aunt Tara)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that when I look out the window at work I see the same people everyday and they each have a nickname</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that Braden makes me feel like I am good at anything</div><div align="center">(even if I'm truly not)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love corndogs and big macs</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that I went to dinner with my fam and B the other night, and a cute old couple were walking down the street and when we paid, got up, walked to the car, and started driving off, they were just barely turning the corner (the corner was only one building from where we saw them)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love things to be clean</div><div align="center">(grateful for a mom who keeps our house so nice and the yard lookin so good!)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that I can tell my mom anything and she will make me feel better</div><div align="center">(even if she doesn't think she did...she did)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love that my cat loves cheese and doughnuts</div><div align="center">(I love both things too! ha! go figure.)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I secretly love my sappy romance novels</div><div align="center">(but don't worry, none of the ones with nearly naked couples on the cover, those are not as quality as others)</div><div align="center">* </div><div align="center">I secretly love lots of things</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">But secretly, sadly, I should be studying, and not blogging</div><div align="center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-43438739232860739522011-02-15T20:00:00.000-08:002011-02-15T20:20:56.369-08:00Day after Valentines<div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2q7gnLiBvchGUS2ror4R5_NGvaKLbnmffTEFDHpmMmz1DgQaUCPXohsG1MejaPPmpsIOMYuaowddKuOxxo3-M8Yy_ynkoLm9gfhp3c3XX6lo3HtBHADxEOZXK5Jf8D0meNTHPQO0xasr-/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574135917087151026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2q7gnLiBvchGUS2ror4R5_NGvaKLbnmffTEFDHpmMmz1DgQaUCPXohsG1MejaPPmpsIOMYuaowddKuOxxo3-M8Yy_ynkoLm9gfhp3c3XX6lo3HtBHADxEOZXK5Jf8D0meNTHPQO0xasr-/s320/029.JPG" /></a> Valentines Day was filled with fun!<br />I went to work, wearing red scrubs, and my Valentines earrings from last year<br />I had a special delivery of flowers for my mom </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574135911045517842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR83AUn5KZqEwETIO5P7HokeogcGKdTxTnq7C4VL5O8D4yaJwuerr3ogtJ6V75OtHBFsLqs8q-EqT6_uDQE6nk4Hf9TxCXKFuZG2xZotgUTKk4ChF-YWUdjDaj3kueRcAo5G3RgnQpQilq/s320/015.JPG" /><br />I called Braden when I got off work, and he didn't answer<br />Tried again<br />Still, no answer<br />He called me back and said he had taken a nap<br />(I didn't believe him, he sounded much too awake-I thought he was being cute and buying me flowers- he insisted he was really taking a nap)<br />My mom made a delicious 'Fruit Pizza' on a sugar cookie- to die for<br />Got ready wearing a pink cardigan and my anthro valentines earrings from mom<br />Met up with Braden, and he had already gone earlier to get me flowers, I got them right as I opened the door </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574135911510833906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu_iaLyJLc2xsBO_uPbC2iMskWjLhx1tjUtnOsAMnXOGbnxCNZW0rs_Ik2LvsFGWYFZSRnOWSo4FL1LKrVVc0Q9jUV9jEF8wQTbggFQE4AlmBLydzdEXESRI992ce3MS0nWpXo32wW2Hv/s320/023.JPG" /><br />He even wore a red shirt I had given him (how festive!)<br />We headed on up to Ruth's Diner for dinner (wehre I left my left overs on the table, came back in less than 5 minutes, and they had already thrown it away- SAD!!<br />Came home, watched a chick flick (which B picked out himself, impressive)<br />Ate a midnight snack.<br /><br />I was so happy to spend the day with my family and my Valentine.<br />HAPPY VALENTINES DAY<br />a day late <p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574135924934055730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTf3EwKZx0OGgL76-Ty5HTabgVnfjDW-_w3Medit07Y-61ofbrRzij1H8vIZkI6X3m7l0_2xU3L0s4-oa-Ieq0Le7cXomDJBdaa0Wtsr3Mt5cIZ9X-Qa0IypJjOe-GPoYki3HImfA5C2nL/s320/028.JPG" /></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-42476717687644318902011-02-08T23:37:00.001-08:002011-02-11T22:37:24.275-08:00Space Case<div align="center">These last week or so I have become the biggest space case.</div><div align="center">I'm pretty sure school has really been getting the best of me. </div><div align="center">I thought I had a massive school project due tomorrow, along with a test tomorrow, a test, a quiz and a paper, and other assignments due tonight. </div><div align="center">I spent all day working on that blasted project, looked in my planner to see what else I needed to do, and guess what? The project wasn't due tomorrow, it's due next week! AHH!!!</div><div align="center">I am so happy I have it done and don't need to stress over it. But I definitely could have used the study time for this test I have tomorrow. </div><div align="center">I lost my keys, and probably spent 20 minutes looking all over for them. They were in the drink holder on the side of the car door. Nice. </div><div align="center">I totally spaced a family party on Sunday. Ooops! My bad. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This portion is going to be a mini-vent session or as I just studied for my test tomorrow, "Catharsis" (nerd..I know)</div><div align="center">So if you don't feel like reading about whining or complaining, stop reading now. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">1. I am not sure why my car has been the target for some people, but yes, it got broken into a second time. The goods this time? 2 dimes, a piece of paper, and a ring. I would have just given you a dollar and a notebook if you wanted it that bad!!!</div><div align="center">2. As of late, I have had some doubts about nursing. I love what I am doing at my clinical site for capstone, I just don't feel like I have found my place yet. I am feeling very discouraged that I just haven't found anything that I am totally in love with. This has lead me to think did I make the right choice? Will I ever find something I am happy with? I am sure it's just I am so stressed with school and all of these assignments that won't help me (i.e. posting 6 responses to a discussion topic that most people end up saying, yes, great idea I agree to). I know that somewhere there is a point, but I am feeling to buried in homework, I can't seem to see it quite yet. I am glad that I am not alone in feeling this way. I was talking to a dear friend the way to class last week, and she felt the same way too!! What's goin on here?!?!</div><div align="center">3. Cold weather. It is time for you to stay away. I don't like feeling like I just got pierced with icicles when I walk outside. </div><div align="center">4. There are days if I wonder if anyone hears me. I was at a study group last night, I would say the answer to something, no one would respond. Someone else would say it, and everyone would go Yeah thats it! I thought about not responding anymore, but I decided I wouldn't do that. I kept responding, and they kept either not hearing or just ignoring. Either way, my fingers are crossed that one night of studying will get me a passing grade on this test!!!</div><div align="center">5. I love food. I hate eating so late at night (like right now, 1am and all I want to do is pay a visit to the kitchen and find something tasty!)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, of to the kitchen it is, and wrapping up this vent session! I am waking up in less than 5 hours to get up, do some last minute review, go to breakfast for a birthday celebration, and go take the dreaded psych. test. Here is to a great day tomorrow, a completed project, and an exciting blog post hopefully tomorrow (at least I think it will be fun). </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-39478227254161646632011-02-02T09:37:00.000-08:002011-02-02T09:47:05.929-08:00Punxsatauny Phil<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoSKhiCi3qD1uuTcC9QORt2XSXod53ffUnMeCd_DyNj9Zm1SLIPKBPQtxA44v57KDI4MB00Zaij_VdrTycXl0i622xeDOfMZqDygjOEWn2ujt1Gr_QToaZM4LAng3meDZg9AwPrdpU6MA/s1600/punxsstauney+phil.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569149363612989362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoSKhiCi3qD1uuTcC9QORt2XSXod53ffUnMeCd_DyNj9Zm1SLIPKBPQtxA44v57KDI4MB00Zaij_VdrTycXl0i622xeDOfMZqDygjOEWn2ujt1Gr_QToaZM4LAng3meDZg9AwPrdpU6MA/s320/punxsstauney+phil.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(image via google) </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Punxsatauny Phil made his annual appearance this morning<br />The best part about this??<br />He didn't see his shadow...which means?<br />AN EARLY SPRING!!!<br />Let's get rid of this 1 degree weather we have been experiencing, bring on the fun spring weather, shorts, and a graduation in may<br />P.S. </div><div align="center">I am even more excited for spring so that I wont be cold anymore. I made hot chocolate this morning to bring to class, I treked across campus in the cold, finally made it to class, set my thermos down, and next thing I know, I push it off the table and my hot chocolate is now warming up the floor, and not me. Sad day. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-24425365176245336862011-02-02T09:15:00.000-08:002011-02-02T09:37:05.849-08:00Groundhogs Day= Birthday<div align="center">Today is Groundhogs day, and my moms birthday!<br /></div><div align="center">HaPpY bIrThDaY mOm!!!</div><br /><div align="center">(We will leave out how old you are, because I am that nice, ha!)<br /></div><div align="center">Despite the initial rocky road of having her presents stolen out of my car </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(which I know I said didn't happen, but if my mom happened to read my blog I didn't want her to see that before her birthday)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /> </div><div align="center">I think this morning was a success, dinner tonight and hopefully a relaxing day for the mama while we are all away at work and school</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569147089039763586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvKk163HbnMP91Z03pMX4mlOHlUIJNpu9IRu6PaYsnrckuAkHlrWsIm_ShpHihg4qHjtblqHNn2DnGKyrLlMdabvEOap-nfbKXTu-pIeCoo_83bA5G41fn_m9yMW2DvxoRNUV_zAQFjhZ/s320/corregated+cardboard.jpg" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is a random picture, but its corregated cardboard, and that is what the presents were wrapped in, for the second time, with lots of fun red ribbon!!<br /></div><div align="center">Instead of a cake she wanted a cherry pie, so that's what we are having tonight</div><br /><div align="center">Here is to a wonderful birthday day!!!<br /></div><div align="center">I love you mom </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-64709139513380516472011-01-25T02:36:00.000-08:002011-01-25T05:22:26.158-08:00All Nighters<div align="center">Here I am sitting at Huntsman Cancer Institute. Its 2:30 in the morning and I am dead tired. I don't know how people do this! I can stay up this late at home and be totally fine, but for some reason, this is really hard. I took lots of advice: I brought crunchy snacks, drinking lots of water, I even went and bought a Dr. Pepper for some caffine (I never have soda). My hat is off to all nurses who work night shifts, or anyone who stays up all night for their job. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-77105261242398004712011-01-23T23:48:00.000-08:002011-01-24T00:07:31.775-08:00Really??Today started out awesome! I got up, did some homework, went to church, came home made some yummy food for dinner, played a game of speed scrabble, then back to the books. As I was reading for a test this week, one of the topics was on how if you have a better attitude about something, you will actually have a better time doing whatever it is. I thought okay sir, I will give that idea a try. I was feeling pretty stressed about this week with school, so I thought right then and there inside to myself, I am going to have a great week. It was time for me to go home from Braden's house, and so I walk up to my car whose name is Phil (yes I have named all of my cars), I open the door to get in and BAM!!! Everything inside of my car is turned upside down, thrown around, and ripped open. Someone broke into my car. These things inside my car were my moms birthday presents. *newsflash* to whoever broke into my car, it probably wasn't your birthday, and those presents definitely weren't yours to open!! I instantly turned around and started to cry to Braden. Nothing was stolen but some darling ribbon but that didn't stop me from feeling all shaken up about it. The whole time driving home I felt totally sick that someone else was in my car going through all of my papers, packages, and compartments. I was also thinking that I almost don't feel like giving any of those presents to my mom, someones grubby hands have been all over them. Gross.<br />So a big thank you to whoever that was that squashed any thoughts I had of starting out my week with a great attitude.<br />Nevermind, I just ate a homemade oatmeal cookie while writing this, and I think my week is looking better already. That's what they call stickin it to the man!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-73357498353721711092010-12-31T14:00:00.000-08:002010-12-31T13:28:47.667-08:00Dinner Conversation<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtg9Vq6kxIMGfpxd-qKmFVz2MqpCLWDgeSqh1atAG0vfc0gx8FbFfjUwhYSHTFFHPIJ7HfldIOk2OQsmLaXMAOyzwDNgRpS39vdvysaL19SJmxd4FvWryg1a5Ez2j2L3W8S-zO-LrTesZ/s1600/Mustache.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556960038704771906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtg9Vq6kxIMGfpxd-qKmFVz2MqpCLWDgeSqh1atAG0vfc0gx8FbFfjUwhYSHTFFHPIJ7HfldIOk2OQsmLaXMAOyzwDNgRpS39vdvysaL19SJmxd4FvWryg1a5Ez2j2L3W8S-zO-LrTesZ/s320/Mustache.jpg" /></a> It goes something like this…<br />*Mom to Jake: Why did you draw all over your hands today?<br />*Jake: I don’t know, I’m not going to say it was because I was bored, that is what everyone else would say<br />*Mom: Did you do it during class?<br />*Jake: ummm, I don’t know…<br />*Tara: You did it at lunch right? (wink, wink, trying to help the boy out)<br />*Jake: yeah!...I did it at lunch<br />*Mom: Did you do it to make someone laugh?<br />*Jake: No, but I did THIS to make someone laugh<br />**At this point he held up his pointer finger with a mustache drawn on it. You know the kind, one of those French-like curly ones**<br />*Mom: (trying hard not to laugh)<br />*Tara: Burst out laughing<br />*Jake: Joins in.<br />*Mom: Follows suit.<br />**Maybe this is one of those have to be there moments, but it was a highlight to my day** </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147463152492861911.post-50661284594261432702010-12-31T13:24:00.000-08:002010-12-31T13:27:55.760-08:00Cat<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3n1VcqYrNxB167byuN0pdKoBk6IIIMJmxYyLRRTmvU2NK6QCSkJA6Qd86mAHY9NQHQ2BKpiecae0W5uGhQuD8VeZwOOAwik2KRoY8HGvhdNeOimy5KnIY4EF0rsgMDZ85tSk1TTv2R56/s1600/Juniper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556961113434250082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3n1VcqYrNxB167byuN0pdKoBk6IIIMJmxYyLRRTmvU2NK6QCSkJA6Qd86mAHY9NQHQ2BKpiecae0W5uGhQuD8VeZwOOAwik2KRoY8HGvhdNeOimy5KnIY4EF0rsgMDZ85tSk1TTv2R56/s320/Juniper.jpg" /></a> This is my cat<br />She is obsessed with string<br />Particularly string that I am working with when I am sewing<br />She knows she isn't supposed to jump up on the table<br />Look at her, peering over, ready to pounce any minute<br />Naughty</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0