tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73452653093227390152024-03-13T13:59:34.357-05:00The HansensJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-20749763351399787692011-12-15T22:04:00.000-06:002011-12-15T22:04:47.938-06:00Stinkin' Cute Christmas Pics<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, yes, I know... my blog absence has been noted (if anyone even checks in anymore!) I've been a busy blogger over at my book blog and have sadly neglected my home blog! Alas! I would like to say that I'm going to do LOTS better... but lets be honest... I probably won't!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">BUT...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just in case any of you DID happen to click on that link directed to you by Rob and I's lovely Christmas postcard, I thought I better have SOMETHING new to share.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">SO!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Without further ado... our Christmas pics, which were taken by my lovely friend, Jen Petty. She's oober talented and whipped them out in like a half hour flat. THANK YOU, Jen!!</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a "test" shot... teehee...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah... I kinda have a thing for my red hat... LOVE it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww! Look at us! We're so cute ( :</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Candid! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love my man!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*snort* I love this one! Vroom, vroom!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We tried to do some cute vintage bike pics... yeah, they SO did not work out! Mostly they just ended with me catapulting off the front of the bike face first! Haha ( :</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ADORE you, Robbie Baby! </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-37619867571518687762011-05-26T12:38:00.000-05:002011-05-26T12:38:33.247-05:00Hide n' Seek<div style="text-align: justify;">Sorry if you've been missing me, dear friends! I've been playing a bit of blogging hide and seek, as it were. The time consuming nature of trying to keep up two blogs is clearly having an affect on my "home" blog. But I have a solution!! If you've been desperately checking this site for my life's updates, only to be disappointed time after time again (hardy, har!), and you know you simply just can't live without me (teehee!), then I suggest you look here:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://thebookmemoirs.blogspot.com/">http://thebookmemoirs.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">...where my book blog has been commandeering most of my time ( : </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-13212613032748449272011-05-14T11:47:00.000-05:002011-05-14T11:47:23.531-05:00Passed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-ADAJhSXpAfg1CdpfKkBumu5SM_wANAUVIv4TS5QPRokUbNp4syA3S4CfYkIdaq4VWaCjKstFUoWMfhGOlX3-FAtIGxMb2i5_VF12URpIdAWFx48rEiGDiKkBb-qrEAn3GzGkXKUgijm/s1600/IMAG0251%252Cedit1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-ADAJhSXpAfg1CdpfKkBumu5SM_wANAUVIv4TS5QPRokUbNp4syA3S4CfYkIdaq4VWaCjKstFUoWMfhGOlX3-FAtIGxMb2i5_VF12URpIdAWFx48rEiGDiKkBb-qrEAn3GzGkXKUgijm/s400/IMAG0251%252Cedit1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-54772822674140715702011-05-14T11:46:00.000-05:002011-05-14T11:46:01.406-05:00Angels and Demons<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I have been sadly neglecting my "home" blog over the past few weeks. My apologies! On the bright side, my <a href="http://thebookmemoirs.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">book blog</span></a> is flourishing... hooray! I even got a fancy schmancey new blog award... not that I'm entirely sure what the "Blog on Fire" award is supposed to mean, but it's definitely a good sign (means I'm getting more traffic!) So, if you're interested in any writing updates, that's your place to be. If you're wondering what else goes on in my life right now besides writing... well... I'm sorry to report that I'm way too far behind to catch up, so we're just going to have to baby step it from the present time. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">One thing of note is that I've started running in the morning. I go to this sweet little park that has a pond and lots of trees and all that jazz. Its kind of fun, because it reminds me of Hyde Park in London, (although, not even close to the size of Hyde Park!) So anyway, on these fabulous runs in my Hyde-esque Park, I've noticed two things: Houston has Angels. And Houston has Demons. I'm not <em>exactly</em> talking about those fluffy winged cherubs portrayed in books and movies... although, as a matter of fact, these particular Angels and Demons DO, have wings. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We'll start with the bad guys</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><strong><u><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The Demons</span></u></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR8l5y3Aj9425KQwRHG22PTM12LQkBfVdkgMW15o303p7qW1TZ4uYBL_67UzIRBTdnmHLm6-EZwznFjsdExv540ixOHbiVg-uhEQfs1-WU97ETH5cdVd9Zhb48ULIhDmlcJukUHBUGDYm/s1600/The+geese+are+aggressively+defencive...+hee%252C+hee%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>In London, while visiting Glastonbury (which is where King Arthur and Guinevere are supposedly burried, for those of you non savvy English brutes), I saw this sign... <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR8l5y3Aj9425KQwRHG22PTM12LQkBfVdkgMW15o303p7qW1TZ4uYBL_67UzIRBTdnmHLm6-EZwznFjsdExv540ixOHbiVg-uhEQfs1-WU97ETH5cdVd9Zhb48ULIhDmlcJukUHBUGDYm/s1600/The+geese+are+aggressively+defencive...+hee%252C+hee%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR8l5y3Aj9425KQwRHG22PTM12LQkBfVdkgMW15o303p7qW1TZ4uYBL_67UzIRBTdnmHLm6-EZwznFjsdExv540ixOHbiVg-uhEQfs1-WU97ETH5cdVd9Zhb48ULIhDmlcJukUHBUGDYm/s200/The+geese+are+aggressively+defencive...+hee%252C+hee%2521.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">...which I pretty much thought was the funniest thing in the world. (I may have been operating on like 5 hours of sleep at the time. Its definitely possible I was slap happy). In my little sleep deprived state of mind, I couldn't figure out what about a silly little goose could be so frightening that they'd take the effort to post a "Stay Away from the Geese" sign on the lawn. Obviously, I got a hoot out of it, seeings how I went through the effort of taking a picture of that sign--out of all things--whilst visiting the grave of King Arthur. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Well this sign took on a new meaning during my morning runs this week. I suddenly realized oh-how-wise those English people were in posting said goose sign. There I was this week, minding my own business, enjoying the cheery, peaceful park on my morning run, when all of the sudden I hear this strange honking noise. Curious, I turn my head to see what was causing this odd, bird-in-serious-pain noise. Perhaps a helpless little duckling caught in a trap? </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ha. No. Imagine my shock when I see the mother of all gigantic white geese--beak forward, wings out--battle charging at me with full force. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJc8V_zndyLs339XCoXRVdeKFCRaO2TuHz8Wd8lVTzotQYxfnWZY28gfszqp023FNjAHrPWeXFa7_BJxp-wWR0cj_sL0wxAle7ffmEdm67XCDBPbA4LP3m7rQrsBbsw2esaXptHjvyaJN/s1600/DSC_1129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJc8V_zndyLs339XCoXRVdeKFCRaO2TuHz8Wd8lVTzotQYxfnWZY28gfszqp023FNjAHrPWeXFa7_BJxp-wWR0cj_sL0wxAle7ffmEdm67XCDBPbA4LP3m7rQrsBbsw2esaXptHjvyaJN/s200/DSC_1129.jpg" width="200" /></a>I won't lie. I yelped and screamed like a little girl. (Have you ever been bitten by a Hyde Park goose while trying to feed it bread? Yeah. It hurts.) </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">And then I ran faster. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">And the bird followed.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Luckily my legs outreach said goose by a good three feet. So, while that mother of all gigantic white geese was making a valiant effort on those two wobbly, webbed feet of hers, by pure length of leg, I managed to escape the wrath of the fiery demon. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">I was feeling pretty smug. Stupid bird. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">However, after I got over the general euphoria of beating down a bird in a foot race, I felt rather silly for letting a bird get the better of me. Ashamed, I vowed to never let it happen again. (I mean, cause really... I'm <em>how</em> many times its size??) </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GVMgxOMpJJESQRqmIBX3dXMjGaStW2z7LCn8kW28hf6kens3mPo9CrHOiJ9rTEYtz-3XHT3GcmRjkBcTu5yWtsmmo5eb2H4relfNIgNfEc68SHd21DBLHBrjwzh9NrX3Fz6yt2jgp6Pd/s1600/Goose_attack_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GVMgxOMpJJESQRqmIBX3dXMjGaStW2z7LCn8kW28hf6kens3mPo9CrHOiJ9rTEYtz-3XHT3GcmRjkBcTu5yWtsmmo5eb2H4relfNIgNfEc68SHd21DBLHBrjwzh9NrX3Fz6yt2jgp6Pd/s200/Goose_attack_s.jpg" width="149" /></a>Yesterday, I had my big chance to prove my warrior strenght. As I'm struttin' along down the footpath, minding my own business, this same goose (or maybe it wasn't the same goose... I don't know... it LOOKED like the same goose) starts honking when I'm still a good 20 feet away. (Seriously? What is her problem??) But I don't let it get to me. I throw my shoulders back, head high, hair in the wind, and keep running. 19 feet. 18 feet. 17... 16... I was closing in fast and this bird was having none of it. At about 15 feet, psycho bird puts her beak down, spreads her wings and charges.... My initial reaction?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
Run faster!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">But never fear, dear readers, in that darkest hour, I remembered my vow. So rustling up as much courage as I had, I stopped running. Turned to face the charging beast. Stomped my foot on the ground (for the overall intimidation factor), and yelled:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">"You wanna piece of this?!"</span></strong> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">And yes, it worked. Stupid, crazy demon psycho bird. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><u><strong>The Angels</strong></u></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">But never fear, Houston has its angels too. Nestled in the park with the crazy demon geese, are lots of these fluffy cherubs: </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC370aGA_yPREAnYdjmtfjDDSVeoD7pY24doQ9KpZm9nkNbdOoGgVnOlzs1Zf1gqUHxMdZYdRx1HqMJ-IfEuj_8SC26Pmc-L4s_TvpmYvtWFFaUCx4CRSRfw2Rui-XFiinmYbDAHxh8Ru0/s1600/baby_ducks_Wallpaper_9igxn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC370aGA_yPREAnYdjmtfjDDSVeoD7pY24doQ9KpZm9nkNbdOoGgVnOlzs1Zf1gqUHxMdZYdRx1HqMJ-IfEuj_8SC26Pmc-L4s_TvpmYvtWFFaUCx4CRSRfw2Rui-XFiinmYbDAHxh8Ru0/s320/baby_ducks_Wallpaper_9igxn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">And, really? Is there anything more cute that a baby duckling?! Awwwww!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Angels and Demons, folks. Angels and Demons. Right here in Houston!</div></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-47036277652994399782011-04-03T18:11:00.001-05:002011-04-03T18:12:11.012-05:00Book Blog<div style="text-align: justify;">I've given my book blog an exciting new makeover! Get updates, read sample chapters and become a follower! Click <a href="http://thebookmemoirs.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #cc0000;">here</span></a>, or use the link on the side of this page to view the book blog. Enjoy!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-16083505541671765212011-03-27T15:32:00.036-05:002011-03-27T16:56:41.604-05:00Spring Break<div align="justify">This March, a miraculous thing happened... ALL schools in which Baker children were enrolled, so kindly decided to scheduel spring break on the same week. All--that is--except for BYU, whoes nazi scheduel does not allow for such frivolities as a week off of school. Even still, that's a pretty hefty miracle when you think that there was an elementry school, middle school, high school and three colleges spanning four different states (Idaho, Utah, Arizona and Nebraska) involved. And when the fates align like that, who are we to argue with their decision?? Thus, a massive Baker family spring break vacation was planned! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaxkBcv3CPBaNgabJWyrBqDHdiNHVY3eSk90hiyAfW0Ga-GBt4vDPIOnK6zdH2sDeFGZUaLE9Bj3Azb7afS_AzlrwUVtzQHegEv_lqQlAQvHHEw8OXeNUl4a-RbJS3fAfnvB9GOVaSjI2/s1600/DSC_0002%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588863746959180402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaxkBcv3CPBaNgabJWyrBqDHdiNHVY3eSk90hiyAfW0Ga-GBt4vDPIOnK6zdH2sDeFGZUaLE9Bj3Azb7afS_AzlrwUVtzQHegEv_lqQlAQvHHEw8OXeNUl4a-RbJS3fAfnvB9GOVaSjI2/s320/DSC_0002%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a> The first bit of excitment during the break actually happened BEFORE the break even started. About a week before comencement of said massive spring vacay, Paul recieved a thick, white envelope in the mail from none other than church headquarters in Salt Lake City, UT! In an ever-impressive act of self control, Paul decided to wait until break to open his call, so that the whole family could witness the event. All I have to say is: Wow! Better men have fallen to such temptations! </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588865054163130034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgyB2trl169AoWdV8avbwNrCzdkwvcHUJEHcvNNw1Ef2i4B-O9iQIPbh6cGhNDpImfbaAoM1PZf35nHepfXAFz-O55tbOLyMaa3veySvRHTjypa45YhcQ_IkIqrCsr7Jgyw5XsHbSd_y3/s320/DSC_0005%252Cedit2.jpg" /> <br /><p align="justify">Because of work conflicts, Rob was unable to attend the spring break festivities (Boo!) And after some minor thechnical difficulties with Skype (which, incidently, decided not to work at all), the drumroll started and Paul began opening the ominous white envelope! We were all breathless with anticipation and absolutely thrilled to learn that Paul was being sent to none other than...</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588865491557106002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjzXKN8UN67kq8Y1fmdUGFdirDk7KJmKgCl-Mar1ByAaCvDgFnDZuM7IZHzD9sThgbpinw2Bp-efxcTFpKGTOQbR5WUdDyRXTRmJ7M7FkYg3dnNDKqa1GlI8iNlTRY8qv77HBxNyJHR7-/s320/DSC_0027%252Cedit1.jpg" /> <br /><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Mexico City, Mexico</span></strong>! Elder Baker is sheduled to leave <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">June 22</span></strong> and will be speaking--much to Rob's delight--<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Spanish</span></strong>, of course! We're all so thrilled for you, Paul! Congrats!</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588866427274215186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsWZ1lS5k1V1izO_T1M6SL3AQeAB-2BLVyElBRx84iW0mngGGrforNa1mZAyYNHKIQREP1Oqi0uVhooYjFyTE-KVhwEQghlVX5hGD4JfaTV-0ae7pTZjlux4euvYgTOFq9B7qJgYwh-jc/s320/DSC_0014%252Cedit1.jpg" /> <br /><p align="justify">After that exciting event, the whole family headed up to Island Park for some fun in the snow! I remember that before I left Texas, someone at church asked me "Are there really places that still have snow this time of year?!" CLEARLY, he was a native Texan. Yes, dear Texas person, there are PLENTY of places that still have snow in March! Admitedly, the snow was starting to get a little soggy towards the end of the week, but when you have 3-4 feet of snow on the ground, what's a little meltage, anyway?? <br /><br />The Gang<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZWx9DZz4JHrDOVYogsQIz_fmcHUfp1g4QfjCxv6TrkY0cXvma10LgZOePhT8ZNYh0prj9YJCzjtPBR3S5I7hSLoEqumJjy-AyeQRV2lzTwYQziSeJDQlG8SnenZQGw3AcKlfMHkBykrg/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588866726729273810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZWx9DZz4JHrDOVYogsQIz_fmcHUfp1g4QfjCxv6TrkY0cXvma10LgZOePhT8ZNYh0prj9YJCzjtPBR3S5I7hSLoEqumJjy-AyeQRV2lzTwYQziSeJDQlG8SnenZQGw3AcKlfMHkBykrg/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Natalie... in a rare moment of enthusiasm...Haha. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAgsM7-Y5p2Byo-Al7I7SKEVM470TkGeCOt8RD-txhkIAC0SuvFLg86zv4QbhfjkMmgjfQMVpl75L2mxf9oKZyq19y5OShN4Oa0eaknkGcYp6KqJN7Kg0O-zU7q4PG50XHvA-mkCxPp1k/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588866971161305506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAgsM7-Y5p2Byo-Al7I7SKEVM470TkGeCOt8RD-txhkIAC0SuvFLg86zv4QbhfjkMmgjfQMVpl75L2mxf9oKZyq19y5OShN4Oa0eaknkGcYp6KqJN7Kg0O-zU7q4PG50XHvA-mkCxPp1k/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Me and my snow buddy, Lindsey. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBidsKJlG5DvMya7oyy5vEn8bAz1DfJV7P-dSma3Ek3a5wKH2ruF7pdTOq3HyEakl2aeLAVuVOJtKwSodj0ZltMA6QNvacv6CQL1398IdPQOXH4gtyxtCLEyYSBjT5iaRHatq44AUhzdth/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588867246595957458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBidsKJlG5DvMya7oyy5vEn8bAz1DfJV7P-dSma3Ek3a5wKH2ruF7pdTOq3HyEakl2aeLAVuVOJtKwSodj0ZltMA6QNvacv6CQL1398IdPQOXH4gtyxtCLEyYSBjT5iaRHatq44AUhzdth/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Snowmobiling is great fun, but it's not without its casualties. Besides the overall general aching that sets in after WAY too many hours ridding (sadle soreness, anyone?!) there are other obstables--such as trees--that can be hazardous. Sylvi and Lisa--in particular--seemed to be quite adept at attracting said trees.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWZ3HbJ2gGLbfvY3JM_XDIxXUYx9vym6XtiYYU9imXNFREcgxjoTArTrO3sVtDSFnsnJCU6BquAvlNBqd8IbkmMbcp04vxdd_VBi0wohxJnhpeVTJpYBDWkUlnBfjeG4TnoDNtyH8IFmv/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588868056954302546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWZ3HbJ2gGLbfvY3JM_XDIxXUYx9vym6XtiYYU9imXNFREcgxjoTArTrO3sVtDSFnsnJCU6BquAvlNBqd8IbkmMbcp04vxdd_VBi0wohxJnhpeVTJpYBDWkUlnBfjeG4TnoDNtyH8IFmv/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Yes, the snomobile IS on top of them. Here's a better view:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFILm5MQhJJQVk70zXAkKOMkpgjOIleii3I-niCvV96X1Z1WxNRi2PGtQ0RBIMTHSHARBW9V4uCSxl644sy_2hbOxIGAskakMQwkJOPRXOrYci1Zu7P9lQ6QezoG4TnBmCcP-MTJsKvg0n/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588868259378104818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFILm5MQhJJQVk70zXAkKOMkpgjOIleii3I-niCvV96X1Z1WxNRi2PGtQ0RBIMTHSHARBW9V4uCSxl644sy_2hbOxIGAskakMQwkJOPRXOrYci1Zu7P9lQ6QezoG4TnBmCcP-MTJsKvg0n/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Luckily, no injuries. But a great photo opportunity! My dad also seemed to have a nack at attracting the trees:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ-IWqZmcC3H6FpRBe75E36Bq6lufJ6010_vYPcfKnnh9LN-vnRzB7w_cGiHScn_OAoXnozlkNFbiAlZIaw2OLitl7rswTuCRoxU6k79XbD2dcsel-Yu3Ygt_AX5JxIulocI2k7pj8_Th/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588868664576025138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ-IWqZmcC3H6FpRBe75E36Bq6lufJ6010_vYPcfKnnh9LN-vnRzB7w_cGiHScn_OAoXnozlkNFbiAlZIaw2OLitl7rswTuCRoxU6k79XbD2dcsel-Yu3Ygt_AX5JxIulocI2k7pj8_Th/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Needless to say he was none too happy that I was both teasing him about running into the tree, and taking photographic evidence of the event, as he insisted it was "merely a ditch." Riiiiight. The final count: Sylvi, 2 trees; Lisa, 1 tree; Dad, 1 tree. <br /><br />Little Scott also got his fair share of snowmobiling excitment, when late the first day, he did this to himself:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOM7h9_mLHDXwhUEhSyBuBrcmBXqH0v6uiSgJwgm23SZ41yizHT8A1nlPUbzBUOI3fojSpANuoyxcScoiTRKnOejiEUEjKdHuZmcqphRXanbbK1pLJGCgdGdwS3-qNHOWZe2JDwOQ5i3bs/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588869321694995922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOM7h9_mLHDXwhUEhSyBuBrcmBXqH0v6uiSgJwgm23SZ41yizHT8A1nlPUbzBUOI3fojSpANuoyxcScoiTRKnOejiEUEjKdHuZmcqphRXanbbK1pLJGCgdGdwS3-qNHOWZe2JDwOQ5i3bs/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Yes, he DID bite clean through his lip.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzuRNMk7BUseXU6xLK0ASAYll9WCjJqkxVEN8xgRxopl9g2pd4T2SExavbF7cQqTV5W_dMfjLE8vJmbygQ1zrTd_qPz1XkjjFEs9bo5C5uWcYqobUYIdHJxb-8qz_2iW_0eq7GeC-N2iZ/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588869624511951202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzuRNMk7BUseXU6xLK0ASAYll9WCjJqkxVEN8xgRxopl9g2pd4T2SExavbF7cQqTV5W_dMfjLE8vJmbygQ1zrTd_qPz1XkjjFEs9bo5C5uWcYqobUYIdHJxb-8qz_2iW_0eq7GeC-N2iZ/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>It really wasn't his fault... he was riding with Paul, who can be a bit of a dare devil sometimes. No worries, though, I'm pretty sure Paul felt guilty! And lucky for us, our resident surgeon on hand stitched him up with no problems. The worst of it will be that he'll have a nice little scar to impress the ladies with!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7PBkgOLvKGjT1y07x-cA-qb3l-f9_XPjnzYM0dBGZ91YXwAwlc2Q4I1wO5Melcy4YQhyphenhyphenf4E9TUD1wN6vsGk5kFELN-LZ_EtLfrhLS7ZG1SDMtbABfLG9h5p8q_vZTyXvNzF8-RcrYCjh/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588870281922354370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7PBkgOLvKGjT1y07x-cA-qb3l-f9_XPjnzYM0dBGZ91YXwAwlc2Q4I1wO5Melcy4YQhyphenhyphenf4E9TUD1wN6vsGk5kFELN-LZ_EtLfrhLS7ZG1SDMtbABfLG9h5p8q_vZTyXvNzF8-RcrYCjh/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" /> <br /><p align="justify"></a>Here are some other lovely pictures from the trip: <br /><br />Feeding the ducks:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7WksdwUO8W4ZqUhyphenhyphenZFoC78UbeRZvqbiQ7VAOCeZ9odeqYSV1PEAAR7gmxRZrpqpn8VHEc96Y8mEaDF1cXIbhMqOlcBULx-muk76iBXe6DueWgtrwZUYO2dxATu4z2gwD32qokklY0vH8/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588872128007949618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7WksdwUO8W4ZqUhyphenhyphenZFoC78UbeRZvqbiQ7VAOCeZ9odeqYSV1PEAAR7gmxRZrpqpn8VHEc96Y8mEaDF1cXIbhMqOlcBULx-muk76iBXe6DueWgtrwZUYO2dxATu4z2gwD32qokklY0vH8/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dAwUj1sinmfYGq_KyAmbe5e3lmUi1UOc2jUDPgaB7cfJLjNa_4sQfVUsOIkXOpr7YibqPgOqpohg2ZdJzFuCMuooFdnLQUd2gb598grIhkmc69-31ntxoBGEXQE-Sb2jwgdw90g1fm3a/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588872331475694290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dAwUj1sinmfYGq_KyAmbe5e3lmUi1UOc2jUDPgaB7cfJLjNa_4sQfVUsOIkXOpr7YibqPgOqpohg2ZdJzFuCMuooFdnLQUd2gb598grIhkmc69-31ntxoBGEXQE-Sb2jwgdw90g1fm3a/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNrRB_zU3baVm0-8OSt0ypDt7n5Z9_67VjdrbxrJC0k-iPfmrEVz3ijehl_1jV737mYfMhYAehRrqZxBaJGoDxnpmP0cWl60sNXGgB3VixO524Rd4gH-sZ6bivLUtPzOt0jAsSFuUEPFx/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588872483810534594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNrRB_zU3baVm0-8OSt0ypDt7n5Z9_67VjdrbxrJC0k-iPfmrEVz3ijehl_1jV737mYfMhYAehRrqZxBaJGoDxnpmP0cWl60sNXGgB3VixO524Rd4gH-sZ6bivLUtPzOt0jAsSFuUEPFx/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu41I6nBiL2Xk4m7iKhw8HKL95oALsm0dMXAkXu7wkjyASiRJ7uKuK5QH4j_T0nNweKtDsE8YYsqcH8KOXOrEy9fbXgWamVSXS5eU_1qyBrv7Q07qMJgw0igK_x33Vs9dkwtC1XacTkE0/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588872710455794546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu41I6nBiL2Xk4m7iKhw8HKL95oALsm0dMXAkXu7wkjyASiRJ7uKuK5QH4j_T0nNweKtDsE8YYsqcH8KOXOrEy9fbXgWamVSXS5eU_1qyBrv7Q07qMJgw0igK_x33Vs9dkwtC1XacTkE0/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>The outhouse... sweet relief burried under 4 feet of snow... and yes, I did brave the freezing toilet seat to aquire said relief. Teehee.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTN-A0eoPaGPtmXUVdiCv5g_QWeUoP56n481pNU0pfxIglUkiuKL8yrggp9XC1iU6WvT6pdRYkMVMza0hGupCsakBufh_23vJnOtAbx63yf7nwDMqPpHJSUqJQggrMZI7_eKgRRsU_-Ui/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588873008272506722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTN-A0eoPaGPtmXUVdiCv5g_QWeUoP56n481pNU0pfxIglUkiuKL8yrggp9XC1iU6WvT6pdRYkMVMza0hGupCsakBufh_23vJnOtAbx63yf7nwDMqPpHJSUqJQggrMZI7_eKgRRsU_-Ui/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Me and Lisa (my snow buddy, day 2) got some air we got going over a jump! We had so much fun that we had to take a picture! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3E4TbuYeEdoYlt9dRayLxaenjlvl-NcrqZnWaIZ53L26AasVlyMh596bCwMkLf0KWNCMiAB_nqkXsn6YfrgHOuXdSWiONtyOFjlHn_Brxh7_xY7D23CSjmz8nbjVsHvgfEAvokeKIFDQh/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588873635888563042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3E4TbuYeEdoYlt9dRayLxaenjlvl-NcrqZnWaIZ53L26AasVlyMh596bCwMkLf0KWNCMiAB_nqkXsn6YfrgHOuXdSWiONtyOFjlHn_Brxh7_xY7D23CSjmz8nbjVsHvgfEAvokeKIFDQh/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>And of course, what's a winter wonderland without a few gorgeous pictures to show for it? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJcj__seZKs7_AGThR3MJMjvk6Bcu2hyphenhyphenLb8crE-NV3uCeYKIpOBr2faW5lJIfmC9w_GF1PLdbt-Nbo1UpVbExJda7_micUbeplgMf16cxSpd5FnWN3lzDSEF1o0vXcBxEksHUb-zSoP3f/s1600/DSC_0101%252Cedit2.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588873858698056818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJcj__seZKs7_AGThR3MJMjvk6Bcu2hyphenhyphenLb8crE-NV3uCeYKIpOBr2faW5lJIfmC9w_GF1PLdbt-Nbo1UpVbExJda7_micUbeplgMf16cxSpd5FnWN3lzDSEF1o0vXcBxEksHUb-zSoP3f/s320/DSC_0101%252Cedit2.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFgoo5wyfLKu-ns3f3ICZIonvkdh2Q5QUOmxoDTJ1Jcr424wHiZu1t4D0bQkQ6Enan0qyn709_ovdpAGQ9nUDW8183S7RSAfTphn9nI9oGhbkL8x-uB1_mczAIcTfklRNm0Qog5x0FdfF/s1600/DSC_0107%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588874017876910946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFgoo5wyfLKu-ns3f3ICZIonvkdh2Q5QUOmxoDTJ1Jcr424wHiZu1t4D0bQkQ6Enan0qyn709_ovdpAGQ9nUDW8183S7RSAfTphn9nI9oGhbkL8x-uB1_mczAIcTfklRNm0Qog5x0FdfF/s320/DSC_0107%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdr0lIh7jOjqBTlzJTJvqCnOyev5E1kcrPG1DmYjYkMd1pF58XEaizCyCNR2paqE2RfOvgaiLvivYChPCn6Lrf9WLcl59r44ow3fQjjILXa7gbBdqacfKDBbsRzyoTsxgFU0s3Gk7e809/s1600/DSC_0112%252Cedi2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588874210834757490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdr0lIh7jOjqBTlzJTJvqCnOyev5E1kcrPG1DmYjYkMd1pF58XEaizCyCNR2paqE2RfOvgaiLvivYChPCn6Lrf9WLcl59r44ow3fQjjILXa7gbBdqacfKDBbsRzyoTsxgFU0s3Gk7e809/s320/DSC_0112%252Cedi2.jpg" /><p align="justify"></a>On the way home, Mark and Paul insisted we make a stop at Big Jud's, so they could do the burger challenge. I think Paul was mostly inspired because the last time he successfully completed the challenege, the camera broke right as they were about to take his picture for the challenge wall. Not to be defeated, he wanted to try again! This time, they upped the ante. Instead of the 1 lb. burger challenge, both Mark and Paul went for the 2 lb. burger challenge.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLwPqqW0qSMVPokD1AmeGXhyGDUvL4uCl5pHFX0hJ4HzE_-LbSoQiQYv7Ugyscd5UDy_hMUBRBQfEoAB2d7riHXIWRnFA9kUExAc602L5okLgg1o0pxx5ACYkbl0-oHHd62NrZUpuV6gF/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588875543162348450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLwPqqW0qSMVPokD1AmeGXhyGDUvL4uCl5pHFX0hJ4HzE_-LbSoQiQYv7Ugyscd5UDy_hMUBRBQfEoAB2d7riHXIWRnFA9kUExAc602L5okLgg1o0pxx5ACYkbl0-oHHd62NrZUpuV6gF/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dt0AQDTfk25CRCjtQPpOaZ11NkDYGFt5AdO0oSVre5JyPsbaNTlBCegi1NHeRsvJSdR5Nm9IOPAS_KtdhCk7ZxTXMmYyTyIiZA6gKtoO1LdQbAbZWVC_MuXVIKoUffIhhSS_77EHCAWB/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588875700919399554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dt0AQDTfk25CRCjtQPpOaZ11NkDYGFt5AdO0oSVre5JyPsbaNTlBCegi1NHeRsvJSdR5Nm9IOPAS_KtdhCk7ZxTXMmYyTyIiZA6gKtoO1LdQbAbZWVC_MuXVIKoUffIhhSS_77EHCAWB/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" /><p align="justify"></a>Although both did, in fact, complete the 2 lb. challenge, I doubt either of them will ever look at a burger the same way again. Nor do I think they'll make good on their threat to take on the 3 lb. burger the next time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A8hZfUtzTHEXihKd8zCWtDR5SCqt7-QTwExgZInNEa8hrizZ9sQ1PUudEET3bcf7e6j9XIL-_XzfFKZMW7WRA58gqZetJ3GfXva70Lv6G4AA1OdzM27GnJ5F3ixGzZYUEgoMqzyervEY/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588876070452914866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A8hZfUtzTHEXihKd8zCWtDR5SCqt7-QTwExgZInNEa8hrizZ9sQ1PUudEET3bcf7e6j9XIL-_XzfFKZMW7WRA58gqZetJ3GfXva70Lv6G4AA1OdzM27GnJ5F3ixGzZYUEgoMqzyervEY/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" /> <br /><p align="justify"></a>All in all? A successful snowy week, I'd say! Although next time, could we do the beach? SO much warmer! </p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-14417089491977179282011-03-18T12:48:00.003-05:002011-03-18T13:08:34.863-05:00Will the New Katniss Everdeen Please Stand Up?<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2L5F0FvNwfhCPAu5cH1KSFM0FzSTcmwtg3oNpn7e3kYH7BlvAQQWcXbUpOWgH2-Um3rM3CPPzYfzlXMqoDWyu4k7IhKeKDN13xudgIT_wNcMlPRucY-9vyLgNg_o1ROF4QjCrUzx3a1N/s1600/281x21144.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478944938838834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2L5F0FvNwfhCPAu5cH1KSFM0FzSTcmwtg3oNpn7e3kYH7BlvAQQWcXbUpOWgH2-Um3rM3CPPzYfzlXMqoDWyu4k7IhKeKDN13xudgIT_wNcMlPRucY-9vyLgNg_o1ROF4QjCrUzx3a1N/s320/281x21144.jpg" /></a><br />Yay! The wait is finally over! Lionsgate recently announced that Jennifer Lawrence has been cast for the coveted role of Katniss Everdeen in the new film adaptation of Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games. I have to admit that when I first discovered who had been cast, I had to refer to my good friend, Google, because in all my movie watching I'd never heard of this Jennifer Lawrence. Incidently, I was actually happy about this. Sometimes these huge blockbuster roles just go over better if an unknown actor is cast, rather than a K-Stew or R-Pat. Anyway, when I Googled Jennifer, I discovered that while perhaps a little unknown, she's not inexperienced... I felt rather flabergasted to learn she was actually Oscar nominated (where have I been??)and the reviews about her had nothing but positive things to say. Futher, the casting director said it was the easiest casting decision he'd made in his life--despite the fact that Jennifer doesn't quite match Katniss's physical description. I'm excited to see her interpretation of Katniss! In the clips I watched of her she seemed like such a beautiful, strong, confident individual, and I'm sure she'll do an amazing job with this role. Now all that we're really waiting for is dear Gale and Peeta. Any guesses as to which lucky men will land those roles?? </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-54050898654121451982011-03-16T09:55:00.017-05:002011-03-16T11:20:46.304-05:00The Little Moving Company that Couldn't Jimmer...<div align="justify">I'll get to taking pictures of my apartment... eventually. Every time I think about it, the apartment is a mess. Every time its clean, I, well, DON'T think about it. However, I did finish unpacking the last box on Saturday, so as of now we ARE currently living in a habitable apartment (hooray!) But sadly, still no pictures of said abode.<br /><br />Also, you should know that I now hate moving companies. ESPECIALLY (but not limited to) the company that moved our junk from Nebraska to Texas, AND the company that moved our new couches from furniture warehouse to apartment. I don't want to bore you with the details as to why and how I have come to this conclusion, as I'm prepared to spare you that lenghty, drawn out discourse. But suffice it to say that when you are almost a week late delivering a person's junk to a different state, and you are a day late plus scratch-up-all-the-furniture-and-then-have-to-replace-it-again-3-days-later when delivering someone's newly purchased furniture, it tends to create some strong feelings that moving companies just might attract the most LAZY, INCOMPETENT, and UNRELIABLE individuals in the world (elders quorums not included). CLEARLY they couldn't "Jimmer"...<br /><br />Anyway, moving on...<br /><br />I actually had a really fun time cleaning out boxes this past week. This is mostly due to the fact that Rob and I had LOTS of help from my family to pack all said boxes, and I kept coming across things like this: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDti2ZVg8om1BeESmAMa8JF6fp192d5QSd8KCSmM28u8Ti5TgkFkaq3i-JVhG3utpdzuFcbQilTQZ5XuuNiLkYhyXyph0Wweqgkj0OmkG6ukcQTNp8HUf7D-Lt6YKwg2dFKHrFPK5NLRD/s1600/IMAG0145.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584698950641026658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDti2ZVg8om1BeESmAMa8JF6fp192d5QSd8KCSmM28u8Ti5TgkFkaq3i-JVhG3utpdzuFcbQilTQZ5XuuNiLkYhyXyph0Wweqgkj0OmkG6ukcQTNp8HUf7D-Lt6YKwg2dFKHrFPK5NLRD/s320/IMAG0145.jpg" /></a>This...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7wssOFcVJ5IbA1yIdZVFH024xGup_ukxctD5ez7uu-WtJW7HM5cLq8mptTOBj9XH5vwpwgFez17eW_xIh2qqKijHWm-NYnInDnQnhdUN5jDIACUw_flTi2IiYnTVqaboptR9uYxV9Min/s1600/IMAG0146.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699078446450274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7wssOFcVJ5IbA1yIdZVFH024xGup_ukxctD5ez7uu-WtJW7HM5cLq8mptTOBj9XH5vwpwgFez17eW_xIh2qqKijHWm-NYnInDnQnhdUN5jDIACUw_flTi2IiYnTVqaboptR9uYxV9Min/s320/IMAG0146.jpg" /></a>And this...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKPOh06DrTBkRR6AJpj9mm-7XpPN8mqHdhbje0t35SeoYjz8zUuy7xkoYyQHKPRcVXZvenGmWJ50vI8FILhyphenhyphenWd0NmIh1nPP4EvzNqdu-p0ILYy79DXg5W7uAxJ6_JR1GInB4vRn0jBoFF/s1600/IMAG0147.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699219195548850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKPOh06DrTBkRR6AJpj9mm-7XpPN8mqHdhbje0t35SeoYjz8zUuy7xkoYyQHKPRcVXZvenGmWJ50vI8FILhyphenhyphenWd0NmIh1nPP4EvzNqdu-p0ILYy79DXg5W7uAxJ6_JR1GInB4vRn0jBoFF/s320/IMAG0147.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>while unpacking boxes. I mean, how can you help but NOT have fun unpacking when you have the prospect of stumbling across a cute new note every couple of boxes?! These notes were mostly from my wonderful mom (who did a most EXCELLENT job packing up our Nebraska kitchen and was such a help during our move), but I also enjoyed seeing things like this: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNr5ifALYxvwP0LQeKrpE56rPeHYuE1_GLk_4hKebIVJRXX2qCwtMwE08V3pI48GAu7uKPS21cA26n2Bt3zyOmiad3ZGoYhn03de-fAhxg9Sik5wttb_JnqNeRduiClKKU8WT8V4wlU97/s1600/IMAG0148.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584700270276276994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNr5ifALYxvwP0LQeKrpE56rPeHYuE1_GLk_4hKebIVJRXX2qCwtMwE08V3pI48GAu7uKPS21cA26n2Bt3zyOmiad3ZGoYhn03de-fAhxg9Sik5wttb_JnqNeRduiClKKU8WT8V4wlU97/s320/IMAG0148.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>written on the sides of boxes. I'm pretty sure Sylvi labeled this one, and I'm also pretty sure that it is SUPPOSED to say "tupperware"... you know, like the little plastic container thingys that hold leftover meatloaf? And, indeed, upon inspection, I discovered that the unidentified "tub-a-ware" box did--in fact--contained the missing "tupperware" items. Sylvi, I know you're embarrassed, but I got such a good laugh out of this label! Mostly because no, I didn't know how to spell "tupperware" either, and yes, I did have to look it up for the sake of this post.<br /><br />My point? If you want to make unpacking a bunch of boxes a more enjoyable experience, have your family help pack!<br /><br />Rob and I also enjoyed a good Mardi Gras party this week with some newly made friends:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V5pm35Du4h3nJeHroLWk74zDQLMxFQAr1lBYxbna7sHcXyz_Rb0UAKCMSbQa08ssAwHUayXA_1EXe05dDqLSAIhQVjvhNKp-fgoFUKA_aOa_eqpza0kNrIQrgC7QmiCr7qPl0YbfA868/s1600/mail.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584703303114470690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V5pm35Du4h3nJeHroLWk74zDQLMxFQAr1lBYxbna7sHcXyz_Rb0UAKCMSbQa08ssAwHUayXA_1EXe05dDqLSAIhQVjvhNKp-fgoFUKA_aOa_eqpza0kNrIQrgC7QmiCr7qPl0YbfA868/s320/mail.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuwdEkiA9wbWpgBHMu6yVs2HsIOlBtMIV4NhaRuoLZUn5g0MgU6TcMpt3VFJ1qpY2EqmqpiMq2q5NRJFPSjcOVdoDo2bC6em9jcMrxJ2c7FginOD7OA5f9AuJsVowrZizEUX9v5S_VP93/s1600/IMAG0151.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584703414343025410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuwdEkiA9wbWpgBHMu6yVs2HsIOlBtMIV4NhaRuoLZUn5g0MgU6TcMpt3VFJ1qpY2EqmqpiMq2q5NRJFPSjcOVdoDo2bC6em9jcMrxJ2c7FginOD7OA5f9AuJsVowrZizEUX9v5S_VP93/s320/IMAG0151.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>But don't worry, no crazy, wild spurts of drunkenness were had in the making of these photos.<br /><br />We've also had the chance to begin exploring our natural habitat in Houston's outer "burbs" (as in "Suburbs," people). Alas! We haven't made it to the city yet (Rob's been pretty busy with work) but during an eventful evening walk this past Sunday, I did discover a new species of bird that I would like to call a "Turkey-Duck":<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudU_5NgZdD7NEM6_w3EA6sKBNwnVpk5IRWR3zt3EYY6XRjEDcJ94322QvIAjx29MfVGV8nFRUVqSSLzJdhU7J86AWpMDCAeSD9Luq6g4pKNxdDdulOsA2iroXDuwjRhv4cPBH5D7FdVrW/s1600/IMAG0155.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584703798354436450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudU_5NgZdD7NEM6_w3EA6sKBNwnVpk5IRWR3zt3EYY6XRjEDcJ94322QvIAjx29MfVGV8nFRUVqSSLzJdhU7J86AWpMDCAeSD9Luq6g4pKNxdDdulOsA2iroXDuwjRhv4cPBH5D7FdVrW/s320/IMAG0155.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>Because, lets be honest, if a turkey and a duck got together and... well... you know what I'm saying... THIS is what it would look like. In addition I saw an otter for the first time:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGrP1zrUn5rTQih5QfrW0gW23iPa2Q8Tua1wUikP2wnLMiV0E4VZ7pLek4S14Hg0YbgtUGZH8jl2PQ74oBHfvmBKBk7r_5Uiiw7e_cb9c-8xloNsIhxTGZLo_U4_rhy5L8u6AwaFmy29L/s1600/IMAG0160.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584704134486904354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGrP1zrUn5rTQih5QfrW0gW23iPa2Q8Tua1wUikP2wnLMiV0E4VZ7pLek4S14Hg0YbgtUGZH8jl2PQ74oBHfvmBKBk7r_5Uiiw7e_cb9c-8xloNsIhxTGZLo_U4_rhy5L8u6AwaFmy29L/s320/IMAG0160.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbSL0sE1CDfu4syAPr0nKfZr1UjVFG-TXEz52P6QxrmsGcrYt1sMz1bjHj0BGQXgdEcuoKAhKjJhPIurm-rnJHrvVb8PQ-t_M6BLiqrFUor_oHJj7GUgPhc8ZT29MyzbAmMLloUBZBLRJ/s1600/IMAG0163.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584704240115286050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbSL0sE1CDfu4syAPr0nKfZr1UjVFG-TXEz52P6QxrmsGcrYt1sMz1bjHj0BGQXgdEcuoKAhKjJhPIurm-rnJHrvVb8PQ-t_M6BLiqrFUor_oHJj7GUgPhc8ZT29MyzbAmMLloUBZBLRJ/s320/IMAG0163.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>I'm just astounded by the diversity of the wildlife here:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSiSWlaiJ5ZLsmw7eO9DVKadnrrzN7Dxln5bbAGFT-A3V9EFlAJdNdD-8hVE4QHXvm_0qGnJbqB85tUyd0-vGEGW78cqeyoXz4b8u-HNLX51-t759Wwxnchn04DxteajrG9yyag9D6Fld/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584705078563648434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSiSWlaiJ5ZLsmw7eO9DVKadnrrzN7Dxln5bbAGFT-A3V9EFlAJdNdD-8hVE4QHXvm_0qGnJbqB85tUyd0-vGEGW78cqeyoXz4b8u-HNLX51-t759Wwxnchn04DxteajrG9yyag9D6Fld/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" /> <p align="justify"></a>Teehee.<br /><br />And lastly, I'm completely--and might I say, <em>surprisingly</em>--enamored with this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5pVaczasCR_uaLtBr0BeLaAuIsk3oDZHG-TXBkOILxypDB_ySn82foGovMGbA_blCaA3OylWSfmCPYoPQXbafEheGbm2_KDlKRq5Tcp-yACdi9Vt49wu3WYge1WMbLB1kIBSvsNAHqhy/s1600/Jane_Eyre_title_page.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584706054891778354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5pVaczasCR_uaLtBr0BeLaAuIsk3oDZHG-TXBkOILxypDB_ySn82foGovMGbA_blCaA3OylWSfmCPYoPQXbafEheGbm2_KDlKRq5Tcp-yACdi9Vt49wu3WYge1WMbLB1kIBSvsNAHqhy/s320/Jane_Eyre_title_page.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>And thus utterly and most absolutely excited for the prospect of this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QcaIcX66pR8yGsm13VzV-RqsQ_38o4XbX7mlH2JIEEQBUng8KwOIpPROLM2v0B1r6Z4Xg4ePMP_WLSAZrWJOF7N5dK9rT9qKAa-_pRPcncRKAR9dn0_M-qcAjIaCC3p0t3eE2OEU0y5s/s1600/jane_eyre_movie_poster_01.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584706913756317394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QcaIcX66pR8yGsm13VzV-RqsQ_38o4XbX7mlH2JIEEQBUng8KwOIpPROLM2v0B1r6Z4Xg4ePMP_WLSAZrWJOF7N5dK9rT9qKAa-_pRPcncRKAR9dn0_M-qcAjIaCC3p0t3eE2OEU0y5s/s320/jane_eyre_movie_poster_01.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>I heart Mia. What a talented little actress. Anyway, excited--as I was--to share the Jane Eyre love, I responded to Rob's request for a new book on tape by suggesting this. Unfortunately, his reply was: that when required to read it in high school, he bribed his sister Naomi read it for him. As an avid classics lover, Naomi happily obliged, giving him complete and detailed chapter by chapter summaries of the whole book. Thus, because he didn't want to waste all that good laziness, Rob explained he couldn't possibly read it now. During the course of this discussion, he also tried to convince me that no, this wasn't cheating, but rather, "using all of ones resources." I wonder how he'll respond to this same excuse coming from the mouth of his teenage daughter someday....<br /><br />P.s. To make up for making fun of you, Sylvi, I suggest you read Jane Eyre. As a fellow Pride and Prejudice lover, I think you'll enjoy it every bit as much as I have!<br /><br />P.s.s. Spell check doesn't recognize the word "Jimmer."</p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-36595501896460665872011-03-07T12:03:00.002-06:002011-03-07T12:04:13.505-06:00Addicted<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4PyvbqpRyGET7CvLrK7sH5r8Oz4iEml6xePzavCNLdHOSIbznDHA_PxBluBD-pLZ4u1WrsT-z7-cwR0sf_m-w516i-vd4Ujl5HNa3AsmG5FsOaYHtwriV1O_hytebBEMkbNeSv_es6n0O/s1600/03000016924_450x450_a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581400341522001410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4PyvbqpRyGET7CvLrK7sH5r8Oz4iEml6xePzavCNLdHOSIbznDHA_PxBluBD-pLZ4u1WrsT-z7-cwR0sf_m-w516i-vd4Ujl5HNa3AsmG5FsOaYHtwriV1O_hytebBEMkbNeSv_es6n0O/s320/03000016924_450x450_a.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>And not even ashamed to admit it.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-60832568880411097412011-03-06T16:55:00.005-06:002011-03-06T17:44:06.680-06:00Monkey in the Middle<div align="justify">THIS week, Rob and I have finally taken the gigantic step into what feels like "old marriedhood," and gone couch shopping.... for NEW couches no less! Yay! It feels "old" married cause, who really has money to go couch shopping as newlyweds?! Not us! Admittedly, couches have been on our "to buy" list for some time now, but we didn't want to buy them right before we moved from Nebraska (extra baggage to move and all that such). However, now that we're safely in Texas, and because we had (literally) nothing else to do this week (our moving truck STILL has not arrived, but that's another story), we decided to go couch shopping!<br /><br />Just so you know, Houston has NO zoning laws. One minute you'll be in what seems like a pretty decent area... the next... esta in la mexico!!... run down shacks and all. At first, Rob and I had the darndest time trying to find a decent place to go couch shopping. We always seemed to run into the stores whose large discount signs hung askew at one end and were manned by Jose, Paco or Amad. (Not trying to be racist here, just trying to paint a socioeconomic picture... you get the idea). Finally after a few dud hits, we found some stores we liked... and a few couches we liked. While most were your nomal hum-diggity-dum run of the mill furniture store, there was one store that sat in a class all of its own. For reasons I'll state, I seriously could not pass up the opportunity to blog about it. The store was called: GALLERY FURNITURE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx36T644mHZ3fjZ75Pn1A4yf832JxmDCb4yYP8lPWiocqVK86vj2vL-290QB5Mngo-VOZ_JAM9mxLTgGfY5tONRboRX4c_aNU0MKYgbk2Qb0qC6toB8T0k0XYiq8dE5GlKFOcn4pQcd_gQ/s1600/unnamed.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581106965031022546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx36T644mHZ3fjZ75Pn1A4yf832JxmDCb4yYP8lPWiocqVK86vj2vL-290QB5Mngo-VOZ_JAM9mxLTgGfY5tONRboRX4c_aNU0MKYgbk2Qb0qC6toB8T0k0XYiq8dE5GlKFOcn4pQcd_gQ/s320/unnamed.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>Now, at first glance, this probably seems like a decent establishment, right? New paint, nice big sign, lovely modern art out front... I guess the first thing that should have tipped me off that something was off was the coral-type cage in front of the store. A coral? With hay? At a furniture store?? Did they have a petting zoo during the day? Weird. But figuring they just had some special event going on (a petting zoo to attract families with kids, maybe??) I brushed it aside.<br /><br />Upon entering the store, we were greeted by a sales guy, who hurriedly hustled us around the store. It was huge! Lots of stuff to see... nice furniture to buy. A pretty decent place, I was thinking... that was, until I saw these in the middle of the store:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqLhKAIfYsQp_19bVQHc4i9PETSMiUBCdaL2sRIpQvtEemVl1fkha_pfZrVGvRIlleptipxzzEVyTQIOqBFEoSBA4kLtV50WZdcIK65HUkO0mQiQaS3jxo_UsA9GKAvXSkIVEl2mWDM5b/s1600/610_monkeys_medicine.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581108669418648226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqLhKAIfYsQp_19bVQHc4i9PETSMiUBCdaL2sRIpQvtEemVl1fkha_pfZrVGvRIlleptipxzzEVyTQIOqBFEoSBA4kLtV50WZdcIK65HUkO0mQiQaS3jxo_UsA9GKAvXSkIVEl2mWDM5b/s320/610_monkeys_medicine.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>I kid you not. A huge cage full of monkeys sat in the middle of this store. When I asked the strange sales guy why there was a cage full of monkeys in his store, he shrugged and nonchalantly said: "They're our board of directors." At which point I was seriously contemplating the likelihood that transfiguration performed in Harry Potter was actually possible, and these poor monkeys actually WERE said board of directors, trapped under a spell by the evil sales guy. You can imagine then, that after my utter surprise at seeing a monkey cage in the middle of a furniture store, the large glass case full of these:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySTcdk2SFKekOlQN2vKV_CLsqpLUHqW46DcL6qfqxKl03JjUt3krrgQ4HnJxxlgO387imry-zfK8LKMz6o1RoRAgMF5fMnfvul32ORnZUubEbp-oYuMkcC8FqzfvHAEQ_A-QRWw3KQh_d/s1600/toucan.gif"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581109635309886210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySTcdk2SFKekOlQN2vKV_CLsqpLUHqW46DcL6qfqxKl03JjUt3krrgQ4HnJxxlgO387imry-zfK8LKMz6o1RoRAgMF5fMnfvul32ORnZUubEbp-oYuMkcC8FqzfvHAEQ_A-QRWw3KQh_d/s320/toucan.gif" /> <p align="justify"></a>was not shocking in the least bit. The shareholders, perhaps?? Seems suspicious... Apparently the coral I saw out front housed ponies during the day... what the?? Am I the only one that finds this whole situation REALLY weird??<br /><br />Although we did see a few couches at Gallery Furniture that we liked, the whole time we were there I couldn't help thinking that that the store was a part of some huge conspiracy I was missing out on. Like Hanzel and Grettle and the evil witch... who knew the Gingerbread house was just a trick? Or all those stone statutes in Medusa's garden... Percy Jackson and the Lightening Theif, anyone? If, in fact, the poor animals WERE real people trapped under a real life spell by evil furniture sellers, does that make me a co-conspirator for not trying to free them from the clutches of the story's wicked and coniving antagonist??<br /><br />By the way, we DID happen to find new couches we liked. They're red (yesssss!) and they're being delivered tomorrow, horray! </p><p align="justify">And just because I know you're wondering, no, they did not come from the evil monkey store. </p>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-17315153537234880022011-03-02T16:50:00.006-06:002011-03-02T17:41:16.698-06:00Updates!<div align="justify">Well, what to say, what to say! So much has happened recently, and yet I feel--as many of you probably inexplicably often feel--that I have nothing to write about! Alas, I shall just have to conjure something up to the best of my ability.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Update #1: I took the bar.<br /></span></strong><br />It seems strange that something so dreaded and so unwelcome in my life was over so quickly. In a matter of three short days (which I realize, yes, is quite long for a single exam, but is still quite short in the scheme of things) my entire existence for the past three years (give or take a few months) was reduced to my performance on one simple exam. And yes, that "simple" exam contained over 12 hours of writing essays, performance tests and 6 hours of brutally hard multiple choice questions, it seems strange that my past three years of life are resting so solidly on the completely unpredictable pass/fail ratio of a three day exam! Yikes. I will know on May 13th whether or not I passed. For those of you thinking, "So long?!" I echo your sentiments, although I understand that with over 1,500 people in my testing room alone (not to mention the other room full of occupants and 5ish other testing sites around the state of California) I think I understand the length of time devoted to grading. For now, I'm trying to enjoy the blissfully free feeling of my pass/fail ignorance while adamantly praying I will not have to face that exam for round two (or three for that matter!)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Update #2: Drove to Texas!</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRHpH0DQABNlQzyYUNttd4p1p6McQH1qd2EV2p4oMIa8vtSD0kaevr02DsVtHcgf9Ic2_88xlh5kqZ2yGY1yAPbIZ56oux60JeTczXlOhMNNipOuW8jHvVzEAOXkeysoSLdbsxDHfFxB2/s1600/DSC_1309%252Cedit1.jpg"></div><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579622410541825250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRHpH0DQABNlQzyYUNttd4p1p6McQH1qd2EV2p4oMIa8vtSD0kaevr02DsVtHcgf9Ic2_88xlh5kqZ2yGY1yAPbIZ56oux60JeTczXlOhMNNipOuW8jHvVzEAOXkeysoSLdbsxDHfFxB2/s320/DSC_1309%252Cedit1.jpg" /></span></strong></a>Ignore the fact that Rob and I (okay, just me, really) were unable to capture the beauty of both ourselves and the "Welcome to Texas" sign in one picture. At least no one can say we didn't TRY to capture that moment! Also you should think about ignoring the not-so-stylish, I'm-traveling-so-haven't-showered-greasy-windblown hair I'm sporting. Not cute. In fact, why I'm even posting this picture is kind of a good question. Comic relief, perhaps? Anyway... we drove to Texas. Actually the trip started in Utah, which happened to be one of the snowiest days of the year. Which is obviously due to well-known Murphy's Law that states: what can go wrong will go wrong. As a result, we ended up taking the southern I-70 route from Utah to Nebraska to avoid the wintery I-80 Wyoming road conditions. Its a route I don't recommend taking if at all possible. The 11-12 hour drive took us an unanticipated 16-17 hours to complete. Ugh. Google maps SO lied. Anyway, in Nebraska we packed all our junk into a moving truck (which thankfully, we did not have to drive), saw friends, played with my sissy Lisa and began the track to Texas. The drive from Nebraska to Texas was slightly more leisurely... we splurged and did the 14 hour trip in two days instead of one. Heehee. On the way down we frequently eyed the car's temperature reading, which steadily crawled upward the closer we got south. Temperature upon arrival: 80 degrees. [Sigh].<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Update #3: Moved into New Apartment.<br /><br /></span></strong>Rob and I both bore the hopeful jitters of all those who decide to rent an apartment online, sight unseen. We were optimistic that all would be well, considering the apartment was only a year or so old and we were the FIRST tenants EVER!! (A first for me...I've lived in many ghetto student housing complexes where I more likely than not the one thousandth tenant). Thankfully, the apartment is, well, perfect. Soft, squishy carpet, brand new paint, very shiny new black appliances and even a security system to boot. Yes, we were quite pleased! In fact, the only thing I do NOT like about the apartment is the proximity to the freeway, which can be a little noisey in the master bedroom sometimes. But I'm sure with time, even that will fade into blissful background music. Rob--who originally questioned my selection--has since recanted his doubt and placed me in charge of finding apartments for the little sales reps that will be coming out to work this summer to work for him. I would send pictures of said amazing apartment, but owing to the fact that we were forced against our will by Rob's "Boss Man" to get to Texas two days early, the moving company was unable to accommodate the accelerated schedule and all our stuff has not even arrived yet. I would feel bad posting indecent pictures of our apartment's nakedness online and hence, the "where I live" pictures will have to wait until a later date.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Update #4: I'm reading a Book.<br /><br /></span></strong>I usually devour books. Even in law school I found that despite my busy schedule, I still couldn't make books last long enough. I just went through them like candy. Or chocolate cake, which I probably eat more of. Any-who, bar study was different. In law school, you generally knew what what kind of effort you did and didn't have to put in to pass. The bar?? You never know if what you've done is enough. As a result, most bar preparers probably kill themselves OVER-studying (at least that's what I'm hoping I did... it would be tragic to learn that all that effort was actually LESS than required...) And as a result of THAT, I didn't read nearly as much. I was book starved. Thus on my trip to California, I read two books. I am Number Four (which is, of course, better than the movie, even though the movie was still quite good), and The Forgotten Garden, by Kate Morton. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWscMTS5WrCRGplawcIwkdEHL4-Nc34oHPEitF0Am5kUDEm_-EYz26BOhiY2kVkVZ7G6RP2kEBEZnZqBGJZRTkJ4f00NIOFYcSPtzXomXYp_Wr8cBMo8HA7NrxG2djL69J4LGydZiIKJM3/s1600/1416550550_01__SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579628581649247378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWscMTS5WrCRGplawcIwkdEHL4-Nc34oHPEitF0Am5kUDEm_-EYz26BOhiY2kVkVZ7G6RP2kEBEZnZqBGJZRTkJ4f00NIOFYcSPtzXomXYp_Wr8cBMo8HA7NrxG2djL69J4LGydZiIKJM3/s320/1416550550_01__SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" /></a>I'd never heard of her but after Googling the book I realized that she has actually published quite a few books. I am happy to report that I have LOVED the Forgotten Garden and will probably check out other titles she has written. There are no swords or dragons in this book, so any action-hungry guy will probably be sorely disappointed. But for those of the feminine persuasion that enjoy a good mystery, this is your book! Anyway, here's to hoping that with my new found freedom stretching across the horizon, I will soon have more books to blog about!<br /><br />That's all for now! The highlights of my recent life wrapped up into 4 small updates! I'm sure there is more, but for now, that's all I can think of and as the sun is setting, I'm finding I'm a little chilly sitting out here on my Houston porch. Guess it DOES get a little cool here now and again ( :Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-85059233575011136672011-02-13T17:31:00.024-06:002011-02-14T00:00:30.621-06:00I LOVE...<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, because you are without a doubt the most epic partner in crime I have ever had...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpcj1lYAAJzvCb40MZctKzWlCz3QT4ZJMz7MyuBr010nEXSa4p2mc1NuwG81pMscOQXp5KZ6cmPXjhPPPNGXXkzyZ-g95olYQIOF9xbIEaVL8GltmnlyeSNaKbs-Imp4lARnxMcWr6jep/s1600/610.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573327428223252226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpcj1lYAAJzvCb40MZctKzWlCz3QT4ZJMz7MyuBr010nEXSa4p2mc1NuwG81pMscOQXp5KZ6cmPXjhPPPNGXXkzyZ-g95olYQIOF9xbIEaVL8GltmnlyeSNaKbs-Imp4lARnxMcWr6jep/s320/610.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, because I have never laughed so hard nor had such a good time flooding dormritories, playing hall tag, plotting, schemeing and causing an overall ruckus on BYU campus than I did with you four...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QVqJT1ljKndZTTUfwUy-A4qNC7quT37-deA8F2kGf5dcxodoHxiLs29K4h8iCbAsodlqS5QH2fOFT6P_CYPiyMQy6OB_bdipRFlJYNo5rRvgiSSG5efmTsNVBTvp_n6Z7nqSucCwwDIG/s1600/Dog+pile.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573328517590813202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutEe5NaO1XY6DCukZxxGmWiixZOCzR6i_itse14zdnfHL74xDOnOE25MCHuGaPLc1U0EazFTYpAKVEesz14IGiUaPNI1T_dPmWi6AhZbFvM0QEi5IVEmJYjHiPmTKD8Nmx2s1B6Up3qaW/s320/Lips.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being my home away from home, giving me diet coke, sharing your closets and for giving me memories that I will hold dear for the rest of my life...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9wUebSEC7_bxW3SPpivTnAeh8f68OwaaTNYQ3uSG3xbdxSh2kmA_Pks28qW8jRYI70D8BWFXy3qJDHcB-yZG9V6tQifqCCjU1C8VqNLQa3Giq6hxwzdDyTTGmC4ODPiN8r2rgZ5A9es4/s1600/The+fam+in+Covenant+Gardens%252C2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329109289324402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9wUebSEC7_bxW3SPpivTnAeh8f68OwaaTNYQ3uSG3xbdxSh2kmA_Pks28qW8jRYI70D8BWFXy3qJDHcB-yZG9V6tQifqCCjU1C8VqNLQa3Giq6hxwzdDyTTGmC4ODPiN8r2rgZ5A9es4/s320/The+fam+in+Covenant+Gardens%252C2.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being my Nash-Ga partner, the late nights we spent talking about missing our boys, all the fun we had abroad and at home, forcing Rob to propose in Paris, and for "HANDLE-ing" my entire wedding...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzijNB4qSVpQy7iHM6nODnuP7CW5st1zS-mYb5yZCvdVmVemoF54W-pjkxFJd5527fCNg8MvBCHpq8jOSltyQC4KMrhtkleqYf3klvL2BWwplngbkPkiM8Un9XYN7jUs7bxTtyPf0X26Y/s1600/Jules+and+Ali.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573330181085032930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzijNB4qSVpQy7iHM6nODnuP7CW5st1zS-mYb5yZCvdVmVemoF54W-pjkxFJd5527fCNg8MvBCHpq8jOSltyQC4KMrhtkleqYf3klvL2BWwplngbkPkiM8Un9XYN7jUs7bxTtyPf0X26Y/s320/Jules+and+Ali.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for writing those letters I always looked forward to, being at every single family reunion I can remember and for being the best friend and cousin a girl could EVER ask for...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXuLgVKOipKT-BjrZjAxWL5Xyix8guiijArnMhoOzbQHyyMhTL3-rYJyekzuS_E4vdY_L-BXMukfS2gPcragI-ix19jxsi7WaKlmvvCRcTnfFN46tghuMRpjrOKtmsm3V1CR8FJ1AY9w8/s1600/DSC_0726.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573333180318533746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXuLgVKOipKT-BjrZjAxWL5Xyix8guiijArnMhoOzbQHyyMhTL3-rYJyekzuS_E4vdY_L-BXMukfS2gPcragI-ix19jxsi7WaKlmvvCRcTnfFN46tghuMRpjrOKtmsm3V1CR8FJ1AY9w8/s320/DSC_0726.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being so stinkin' cute, so stinkin' smart, so stinkin' sassy and for being so excited to see me every time I come home...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxM2QuRPt0EU8wAXQQR-hxoqMZHU2300Y86vRS30uT2z4KSV4r17qfl6eddrlYybUPMdR70aPpp5geS3RCkb7rrINSpm-4qUbtBAD0Kz4XNgttyt1DGhIda03IWgLK20nBdm61A7erz4SV/s1600/35654_1222320456994_1798457114_425360_2507949_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573331712611572114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxM2QuRPt0EU8wAXQQR-hxoqMZHU2300Y86vRS30uT2z4KSV4r17qfl6eddrlYybUPMdR70aPpp5geS3RCkb7rrINSpm-4qUbtBAD0Kz4XNgttyt1DGhIda03IWgLK20nBdm61A7erz4SV/s320/35654_1222320456994_1798457114_425360_2507949_n.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for coming to see me and eating all my Otter pops this summer, for your crazy enthusiasm for life, for being such a tough guy and for your big bear hugs when I come through the door...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573332469597071938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89D7gFcLrIgZM0lE1mu0f44V-U2vBZ6ST_CzqwpASdl61h4rGmRdtbVsMXlju679ahTaQI-KpfKnm6d2b4iZZ-nM4Co8LX63ji9tOleDgwlMfkuoybG7avZhCdsnKGVCNKJdxXvoKlZ2i/s320/DSC_0476%252Cedit1.jpg" /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for talking my ear off with the CUTEST stories every time I'm home, for your eagerness to share your talents with others and for a sweet spirit that never seems to dampen...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqDSKHUz5LmIjqmA5G1GiAD3LzFX5zS1mxcafyDVasj9pBERYSCAyOLccaipFtewHeKLuZd8-2pvEQ2BZn-FGAWs5hf8OGUnoQpM0mUK0zjLVTBpTcNUpW_jnsqzHWxkuVskFF3bppkCF/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573333462939810146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqDSKHUz5LmIjqmA5G1GiAD3LzFX5zS1mxcafyDVasj9pBERYSCAyOLccaipFtewHeKLuZd8-2pvEQ2BZn-FGAWs5hf8OGUnoQpM0mUK0zjLVTBpTcNUpW_jnsqzHWxkuVskFF3bppkCF/s320/DSC_0524.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for having such a kind heart, for being so thoughtful to your friends and family and for being such a good little ball player...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_572uLTxitph1mwFBeyw2JYP9lI3CQcvKReC43u6qeaXBiByKwQvcKRYNKdhdvKZM73cIOA-Ujv3clXtelzlA2rMVBWUVpR5Lu4C_WpUrX3GPvzGAtAHDjj_tezPOUeafL0DCCjvTVXsv/s1600/DSC_0452%252C+edited.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573333850486165442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_572uLTxitph1mwFBeyw2JYP9lI3CQcvKReC43u6qeaXBiByKwQvcKRYNKdhdvKZM73cIOA-Ujv3clXtelzlA2rMVBWUVpR5Lu4C_WpUrX3GPvzGAtAHDjj_tezPOUeafL0DCCjvTVXsv/s320/DSC_0452%252C+edited.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being so full of compliments, for being so responsible and grown up and for being such a beautiful example to everyone around you...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaPtca3_epdwHO1h3RVOXb8yMSNgOalx2gOzGw2kL_XQiPWxEpD5NnFXLDlkBzRYhT-xUdUpddkLgXN2UBWY9RWtSEqJFqzVh8o8GdRM-LiSR_XuBWpBQCw7QJC2UTdWsesdRD8Bi_Mbv/s1600/IMGP0643%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573361409679781714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaPtca3_epdwHO1h3RVOXb8yMSNgOalx2gOzGw2kL_XQiPWxEpD5NnFXLDlkBzRYhT-xUdUpddkLgXN2UBWY9RWtSEqJFqzVh8o8GdRM-LiSR_XuBWpBQCw7QJC2UTdWsesdRD8Bi_Mbv/s320/IMGP0643%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being so much like me, for making me laugh and for being equal parts sweet, handsome and studly...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB0L9VN_oajPk1VCJ0SuzhO_nMB-bTfKb_rzbiTXwnHEQr5rH2Kor0WJ-wdSwJmcEOb06dK6TH8Ki2p8-bTpiQ8xW6bS6Dbt7C2mgKLg3qyghMf20ujikgwENLFsbO4Cs9_1JfvkekdVO/s1600/DSC_1142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573363018954224546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB0L9VN_oajPk1VCJ0SuzhO_nMB-bTfKb_rzbiTXwnHEQr5rH2Kor0WJ-wdSwJmcEOb06dK6TH8Ki2p8-bTpiQ8xW6bS6Dbt7C2mgKLg3qyghMf20ujikgwENLFsbO4Cs9_1JfvkekdVO/s320/DSC_1142.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for all the late night chineese and chicken basket runs, the chick flicks, the upside-down mario kart tournaments and for your wonderfully ditzy moments that life just wouldn't be the same without..."Christina????"....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFfoumtuFm80gr0iO5ZBo0TjzspmC-QVNpqARqYYVwWW2BurZXjj4IkrGFWejS1Dn5i5YqJXUSGBVGI4uigUxGC_QhyYNH1HaewRCVHFh3EAELyby7a08miyz5-U83YVZsOE1r2EfU4yD/s1600/DSC_0379%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573364052899323522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFfoumtuFm80gr0iO5ZBo0TjzspmC-QVNpqARqYYVwWW2BurZXjj4IkrGFWejS1Dn5i5YqJXUSGBVGI4uigUxGC_QhyYNH1HaewRCVHFh3EAELyby7a08miyz5-U83YVZsOE1r2EfU4yD/s320/DSC_0379%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for being such a great example of what a "good guy" is, for all our late night "girl" talks in high school, and for being my first best friend...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97wyZawC-zBeqyW5D4eBOFF877UhLKnqIgQWvnjEKklGhMV-Icl-HcrvYTCB0bkEx8vZofCKUZOiYHXmzi4eSF0nIEHDqyhq8eI4CmG7_RA7Pg1TVrFx344iB6MEWKMcw-BSmQHJvMGB/s1600/DSC_1156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573364846032048514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia97wyZawC-zBeqyW5D4eBOFF877UhLKnqIgQWvnjEKklGhMV-Icl-HcrvYTCB0bkEx8vZofCKUZOiYHXmzi4eSF0nIEHDqyhq8eI4CmG7_RA7Pg1TVrFx344iB6MEWKMcw-BSmQHJvMGB/s320/DSC_1156.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, because you are the best of what is good in our family, the glue that holds us together and for believing in me enough to force me into all that piano practice, I'll be forever greatful for all you've done...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmINrpnPdRsiZ5ODu7sgYN0svJDt7zRPnwgXCfymHsdOFnmkPXnVBF_scQnVIJgS9yTVhnXLSPNyF0m8_l8hTZaLJvncu6BgF0XkGa8P4sC4dW4B1jmiinggC3jcvj1Daj-usAACpUi-y/s1600/DSC_1110%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573323859937879570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmINrpnPdRsiZ5ODu7sgYN0svJDt7zRPnwgXCfymHsdOFnmkPXnVBF_scQnVIJgS9yTVhnXLSPNyF0m8_l8hTZaLJvncu6BgF0XkGa8P4sC4dW4B1jmiinggC3jcvj1Daj-usAACpUi-y/s320/DSC_1110%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU</span></strong>, for reading every single paper I've ever sent you, for your wildly fantastic embarassing moment stories that get everyone rolling with laughter, and for being the dad that everyone wants and I get to have...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTmszviyG11OmCN2EYmwRNdR6ICo-_wvCo-xm8063Dt-e9ECCUZAYy8E-7g86BKPkDDUrVZJAllFElC1ajbZ6gWI-Q-EQFbNNnhV_DLnH3c15ADkX4AOyCrBB1Yky6z3d2LRFIopcvxdB/s1600/DSC_1167%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573321164715424098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTmszviyG11OmCN2EYmwRNdR6ICo-_wvCo-xm8063Dt-e9ECCUZAYy8E-7g86BKPkDDUrVZJAllFElC1ajbZ6gWI-Q-EQFbNNnhV_DLnH3c15ADkX4AOyCrBB1Yky6z3d2LRFIopcvxdB/s320/DSC_1167%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>And lastly, but certainly far from the least, <strong><span style="color:#000000;">I LOVE <em>YOU</em></span></strong>, Rob...for being the kindest, most generous, loving, caring person I know. For making me laugh every day. For understanding me when I don't understand myself. And for being my very best friend in the entire world. I love you more than words can say!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-T9V8J7NuJvsBaJcaEgSvP1xSVc1zir4u7xPOHxs57KZXcIseTk2MHOo030XNluFur_e1Entm_nhzVwUFC64x6ldqQwuwkBuJvbch0g8QIyBo5hH8rPyG1oeFp_6VLGd7Csfyaejlw1w0/s1600/12-26-2005-067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573365830050302370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-T9V8J7NuJvsBaJcaEgSvP1xSVc1zir4u7xPOHxs57KZXcIseTk2MHOo030XNluFur_e1Entm_nhzVwUFC64x6ldqQwuwkBuJvbch0g8QIyBo5hH8rPyG1oeFp_6VLGd7Csfyaejlw1w0/s320/12-26-2005-067.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Happy Valentine's Day</strong></span>!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-54807355009368192012011-02-09T15:33:00.013-06:002011-02-09T15:48:11.442-06:00Weddings?! I love weddings! Drinks all around!<div align="justify">Rob's cousin, Caroline, got hitched to a completely amazing, wonderful guy this weekend! We had a blast attending all her wedding festivities... despite all the awkwardness that came with running into one of Rob's ex's along the way (haha!) Here are a few pictures. Enjoy!<br /><br />Caroline was absolutely gorgeous...she looked like Winter Bridal Barbie 2011!! Woot, woot!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT1nlbzc9ZTuu8aMabvd0FvXsumCGCH7f6nKP6iNhlZaB8A8Y5s2GVyAKYlWEvtTapcy17n6OyZoooLhXairexAR5GO43EOx7LVUa90I5_v0FjUIyClbBu-a3UDjhNlYZNpzVITdfqzkU/s1600/DSC_1217.JPG"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571806891008055650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT1nlbzc9ZTuu8aMabvd0FvXsumCGCH7f6nKP6iNhlZaB8A8Y5s2GVyAKYlWEvtTapcy17n6OyZoooLhXairexAR5GO43EOx7LVUa90I5_v0FjUIyClbBu-a3UDjhNlYZNpzVITdfqzkU/s320/DSC_1217.JPG" /></a>Me and my niece, Princess Sophie... isn't she so cute?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7epJZsWCyoWjJnFO3wq3FSqk3sJ5hOAAjYSYAo2bskk1mxDrsgQgS2hDZW__ONrvkI7I1XWNWXH7uiajDhVWHvY0He_OTT5iJdg2N6QWa4Qf9I8bg6jQfpM7gGMNk9hFhkDzBguCUwOlX/s1600/DSC_1227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571807187408525922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7epJZsWCyoWjJnFO3wq3FSqk3sJ5hOAAjYSYAo2bskk1mxDrsgQgS2hDZW__ONrvkI7I1XWNWXH7uiajDhVWHvY0He_OTT5iJdg2N6QWa4Qf9I8bg6jQfpM7gGMNk9hFhkDzBguCUwOlX/s320/DSC_1227.JPG" /></a>Princess Sophie loves taking pictures...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8556Cw8i_V9N84Ffjdyt1z2m4uONxJOsc9VGBLbDO6lsCpj1LQk7MNcFoHhuNEu18Oobdqjj-Xr0oOjVWZVToRs39fdhN_0Czl6mkLFBi4ETE7126rU8cDFwz7a77JFSyTzcFBN9fkpr/s1600/DSC_1233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571807513396930274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8556Cw8i_V9N84Ffjdyt1z2m4uONxJOsc9VGBLbDO6lsCpj1LQk7MNcFoHhuNEu18Oobdqjj-Xr0oOjVWZVToRs39fdhN_0Czl6mkLFBi4ETE7126rU8cDFwz7a77JFSyTzcFBN9fkpr/s320/DSC_1233.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd8ixULCi-apVgRZocWgdLyiTUwyQYO3JJsepWNLTJkWaXIf0YjfMfpIR_FdI8VC0VRrHSN36jRUDvHhzcY_IvUuXXEWmL07upriCt-FVowaKwQguN3al55oS2Mawt4G2VQrfJyn2whM4/s1600/DSC_1260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571807822119329922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd8ixULCi-apVgRZocWgdLyiTUwyQYO3JJsepWNLTJkWaXIf0YjfMfpIR_FdI8VC0VRrHSN36jRUDvHhzcY_IvUuXXEWmL07upriCt-FVowaKwQguN3al55oS2Mawt4G2VQrfJyn2whM4/s320/DSC_1260.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyeVffnwGFSfGqyzsAJ-QaapUh4RMlfkIwyBtefj7zYp1jb4SJS5aNLUHRWi9_Y7FPAOzIvVNNQsaF5u7IVV07MwCKVq1QMVto8kegrbAy2-0XDeSBIuvTWZXSjsOg4_i-6UcJEmiFGmC/s1600/DSC_1256%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571808251801293586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyeVffnwGFSfGqyzsAJ-QaapUh4RMlfkIwyBtefj7zYp1jb4SJS5aNLUHRWi9_Y7FPAOzIvVNNQsaF5u7IVV07MwCKVq1QMVto8kegrbAy2-0XDeSBIuvTWZXSjsOg4_i-6UcJEmiFGmC/s320/DSC_1256%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjUfVGTqJuBiKW5jn1Tcu-mGnRRRC3Mi6tYzeGE2BaCj_Pn-6id-j8Af0r0ZBAV5gZQ3BvOLd8_LWdTlo6H_K7_lNMj0zqGWvfAfI8O2wJLolJ2TXeFbAxN3Gl-q5LR0B_BKAiiUapgmc/s1600/DSC_1272%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571806261797647666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjUfVGTqJuBiKW5jn1Tcu-mGnRRRC3Mi6tYzeGE2BaCj_Pn-6id-j8Af0r0ZBAV5gZQ3BvOLd8_LWdTlo6H_K7_lNMj0zqGWvfAfI8O2wJLolJ2TXeFbAxN3Gl-q5LR0B_BKAiiUapgmc/s320/DSC_1272%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpdXyIl8RBQpObR4ar-RTArBaMpOYsOipb5FhYSaMnZFkvxalkOAMBDnXJN3QmxgLaUryofz_HcoQekzpVYz_qn4c4esrNk7dc6Z9nk7hyBn5nGwPiDBgKs_M5MmtCI99Nxx361XwPXtc/s1600/DSC_1272%252Cedit3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571806397993323906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpdXyIl8RBQpObR4ar-RTArBaMpOYsOipb5FhYSaMnZFkvxalkOAMBDnXJN3QmxgLaUryofz_HcoQekzpVYz_qn4c4esrNk7dc6Z9nk7hyBn5nGwPiDBgKs_M5MmtCI99Nxx361XwPXtc/s320/DSC_1272%252Cedit3.jpg" /></a>Um, and by the way... we kind of still love each other... teehee.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-st6zczkKbG5nTZ4kEnV_OETUhi_wDDcnK1GGUN3FwT5CsITgEbZZVrQaRU7mDfNqmOuZoMbLiutzw9JoiCQr-PRp7ee_0dgnxtr-hhOxrtjNl34zPZkVcVk5grUz23wJwZajJA7BS6ZC/s1600/DSC_1273.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571809101082492754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDi4t8C6wRRfsU5Q3xMUulOLM1Hm_jRjV8rFJQbCVZC0-WefWSB7NL8edjETZ3hlaeknZpcAkFRWk6Ofv1cQYjUET3ugXJmTdoY9WzG_uvQwdQgjSJjRyyUs4GRpHIJ7swXilc7dYgIia/s320/DSC_1286.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAlPqnMk2juV4G7Gx74YjK2-j_k8T0N17xR09_xYvUrwi11e8PGTQvj2O9iZhYy3FojhyphenhyphenZo9UBNPSRiy-50hP1s0MMbA9Nr3oQyNoaAqn1HPge-JM6zW3t7FBSIOFxoo3zYQdT_nQghXR/s1600/DSC_1288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571809379546792786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAlPqnMk2juV4G7Gx74YjK2-j_k8T0N17xR09_xYvUrwi11e8PGTQvj2O9iZhYy3FojhyphenhyphenZo9UBNPSRiy-50hP1s0MMbA9Nr3oQyNoaAqn1HPge-JM6zW3t7FBSIOFxoo3zYQdT_nQghXR/s320/DSC_1288.JPG" /></a>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-32719807750249941932011-02-04T13:04:00.003-06:002011-02-04T13:26:10.704-06:00Water for Elephants Trailer 2011 HD<div align="justify">Eeek! So excited for this film, guys! You might remember me blogging about the book a while back, and how excited I was that it was coming to the big screen... what can I say? Its one of my favorite books! The films is coming out in April, with Robert Pattinson (who, despite all the crap he gets for being a Twilight actor, can actually act quite well, I think [see <em>Remember Me</em>]) and Recee Witherspoon as Jacob Jankowski and Marlena Rosenbluth, the two leads. I was sorley disapointed when I discovered that Sean Penn didn't make the cut for August (Marlena's crazy husband) but I'm still so excited for the film. Check out the trailer... its so magical!<br /><iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sobDFyi0DkA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />In other Media news, Disney is set to bring another favorite book of mine to film later on this year. I've also blogged about this in the past, so you might remember my post about <em>The Help</em>, by Kathryn Stockett.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGKgDScYlEw69HjaDITxoan36RpDsdoCWFZIMOEaZi_L3YaYHHvi3C2IyhwhGHEaXHa2FyVhVGAg9MVv0_R4JYlFK_LxyrHLUN_vvyY4U2W3BrAgys_NOwl5oRZoX7LrDnOekNFS8oyrY/s1600/Thehelpbookcover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGKgDScYlEw69HjaDITxoan36RpDsdoCWFZIMOEaZi_L3YaYHHvi3C2IyhwhGHEaXHa2FyVhVGAg9MVv0_R4JYlFK_LxyrHLUN_vvyY4U2W3BrAgys_NOwl5oRZoX7LrDnOekNFS8oyrY/s320/Thehelpbookcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569917391111306386" /></a>Its a fabulous story about a young writer in 1960's Missisippi, who defies the social norms of the day and writes a book about the way black women are treated in the south. Its inspiring and heartwarming. I loved reading it and I'm--once again--thrilled its coming to film! No trailers yet, but they'll be soon coming, I'm sure!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-29705361769572655362011-01-26T10:31:00.009-06:002011-01-26T10:54:52.327-06:00The thing about hair....<div align="justify">...is that it gets REALLY annoying once it reaches a certain length. Sure, it can be beautiful (on those rare NON bad hair days). And true, people around you will try to convince you that you have some kind of social obligation to keep said long hair once you have it. But after rolling over onto it in your sleep, catching it in your zipper EVERY time you put on a jacket or coat, going through twice as many shampoo bottles and doubling the bathroom time in the morning, you get to the point where despite said ongoing obligation to society, you just can't take it anymore! A change is in order! Yesterday, I got to that point. Actually, I've wanted to do it for a while now, kind of a "Whoo raw! I graduated from law school!" kind of thing, but I just haven't gotten around to it. And then once I got around to it--and I knew that deep down I really wanted a change--I kept having these mental up and down battles of "Do I REALLY want to cut all this off?" It was hard. I get attached to my body parts, what can I say? Heehee. BUT, in the end, I decided to do it. But of course, not to let me off too easy, as I'm standing in line at the bank RIGHT before my appointment, a bank manager passes me and tells me "Oh your hair is so beautiful and long." Sure, bring on the guilt for passing on my social obligations. But don't worry, even THAT wasn't enough to make me recant my desire to redo my "do".<br /><br />BEFORE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoAIB-dCTiRDjLcB67m141HlC_4GjAVZwMfBK3nGO8I3ODechX9SsGOZL_ao7x5spX3P1Ynv9vRLeedgGiaksb8xNo7QubmlABggdXA20qxgHKvKBhUcAOAONodudvTzBDq2_IvUxyWGp/s1600/IMAG0121.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566534002196570642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoAIB-dCTiRDjLcB67m141HlC_4GjAVZwMfBK3nGO8I3ODechX9SsGOZL_ao7x5spX3P1Ynv9vRLeedgGiaksb8xNo7QubmlABggdXA20qxgHKvKBhUcAOAONodudvTzBDq2_IvUxyWGp/s320/IMAG0121.jpg" /></a>AFTER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbPuqIUOpdlOAH60ntBjOkC_B-Je3KBLYvkW1nxJDU35zf1KEYR5eAVCDbgRN2k3i75CjfAu5CGQbAwiwOkIdf9bFraHQ8MajYEmscbHXPhKw3bVEilZaIDF5_iBbhc7EyMI4DUMfyMMq/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG0130%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566536266529651106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbPuqIUOpdlOAH60ntBjOkC_B-Je3KBLYvkW1nxJDU35zf1KEYR5eAVCDbgRN2k3i75CjfAu5CGQbAwiwOkIdf9bFraHQ8MajYEmscbHXPhKw3bVEilZaIDF5_iBbhc7EyMI4DUMfyMMq/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG0130%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbtfKabcX8z2HasR1ueXtC_17ibpadCB_IjL4FiphxuFteROEATTf4CZpusu7086ASEMSnTq3HBqpIFcZN-yIdcq087_IFKjBdlRRv6tXjvmSHtxRgofHkAZDXQCQZBleL4O4HRbAO8mX/s1600/IMAG0125.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566536412833741330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYbtfKabcX8z2HasR1ueXtC_17ibpadCB_IjL4FiphxuFteROEATTf4CZpusu7086ASEMSnTq3HBqpIFcZN-yIdcq087_IFKjBdlRRv6tXjvmSHtxRgofHkAZDXQCQZBleL4O4HRbAO8mX/s320/IMAG0125.jpg" /> <p align="justify"></a>I happen to LOVE this new look!! Short hair is so sassy! And, might I add... it feels WONDERFUL to have all this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITt9RuMNQ6DW8kOSqZtEAZAKGevpO5itUwLE5SLMoFBtmUK_HKXFoD7BHCmVz8Mvg1v7D7arlv5FimpPAz5TIfREXyy4Bi9ezVhaGkhjkCvwYnpgk0XtvNxmDLfaU7kr1Iu03BT5RsIOD/s1600/IMAG0122.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566536641757790050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITt9RuMNQ6DW8kOSqZtEAZAKGevpO5itUwLE5SLMoFBtmUK_HKXFoD7BHCmVz8Mvg1v7D7arlv5FimpPAz5TIfREXyy4Bi9ezVhaGkhjkCvwYnpgk0XtvNxmDLfaU7kr1Iu03BT5RsIOD/s320/IMAG0122.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3JcV8PBuo_dYdV244-xt_I5UvDp9Juxs-C3dtPX2jWUW6QgCzI-Pmn5qZsfHtfOj4za-9dhZK0AUjRJA_jYskAAX-pGzkjDApjZ_K6dwyKMtwkF8YQOh6ja1Z9kdRBPg534waBlVkVeT/s1600/IMAG0128.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566536730934380642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3JcV8PBuo_dYdV244-xt_I5UvDp9Juxs-C3dtPX2jWUW6QgCzI-Pmn5qZsfHtfOj4za-9dhZK0AUjRJA_jYskAAX-pGzkjDApjZ_K6dwyKMtwkF8YQOh6ja1Z9kdRBPg534waBlVkVeT/s320/IMAG0128.jpg" /></a>off the back of my neck!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-15395391386505197452011-01-24T16:52:00.007-06:002011-01-24T17:09:15.462-06:00Crafty-ness<div align="justify">First of all, at no point did I ever claim to be the world's best seamstress... still, despite the obvious flaws in my mad sewing skilzz, I thought this turned out pretty goodish!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlhsV1ub-ftVihxOa6UM-EZvReEB8UviA367J6zoe4YpSCiOwGitO-U2dfXBbpUy5_c6WYQlqPvfu_-0Wauh6PyD8WTzEZfLc6L9tF3k_6tO9E14E-ZXR-pP-JjdQiHTyRa2fHk30y3-D/s1600/IMAG0117.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565889315639820178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlhsV1ub-ftVihxOa6UM-EZvReEB8UviA367J6zoe4YpSCiOwGitO-U2dfXBbpUy5_c6WYQlqPvfu_-0Wauh6PyD8WTzEZfLc6L9tF3k_6tO9E14E-ZXR-pP-JjdQiHTyRa2fHk30y3-D/s320/IMAG0117.jpg" /></a>Even though I am a died in the wool, true blue, through and through BYU fanatic, my mom thought I'd appreciate some memorabilia from my brief time hailing as Nebraska Husker. So she made me a Nebraska blankie! She didn't have time to tie it though (no surprise there, if she's trying to take on the making of 10+ quilts for Christmas!)so I finished tying it just the other day. She actually made one for Rob too, which has not been tied (on account of I made too many mistakes on the first Nebraska blankie and went through a whole bundle of thread re-tying it). However, Rob looked so puppy doggishe and forlorn when he gazed longingly on the BYU blankies she made for Scott and David Christmas morning, that I got the extra fabric from my mom to make Rob a BYU blankie too. Something tells me that Rob won't be using the Nebraska blankie all that much....<br /><br />But on that crafty Nebraska note, I also made this for Shleesha:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkJKHF82S7V7ymkbwND95T_K45eHRcnqaK-ZxU1UTNkdjKK6OffstuwWwDsD61EGKZbNS8CKZrZ2IdXFIXiZphaNR-VSvIr3IUU74SNGn116T9SWwRqutQTz0wbRyegiwy40P0sd5j1bn/s1600/IMAG0118.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565890703436716130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkJKHF82S7V7ymkbwND95T_K45eHRcnqaK-ZxU1UTNkdjKK6OffstuwWwDsD61EGKZbNS8CKZrZ2IdXFIXiZphaNR-VSvIr3IUU74SNGn116T9SWwRqutQTz0wbRyegiwy40P0sd5j1bn/s320/IMAG0118.jpg" /></a>You have no idea how much glitter was shed from those strips of tulle in the making of this tutu. I was quite literally covered from head to foot in a coat of red and white glitter. Luckily, some of said glitter remains on said awesome tutu for an extra piz-aaaz of sparkly flare! Lisa will pretty much be the most stylish thing since Herby Husker at next season's football games. </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-26036055271956210332011-01-23T18:27:00.003-06:002011-01-24T17:15:51.146-06:00Another Lisa-ism<div align="justify">Lisa called me with another funny/embarrassing moment this week. Bless her for calling me about these things! It gives me something to blog about!<br /><br />This particular moment happened while she was enduring a Spanish tutorial from a friend. During the tutorial, Lisa was trying her darndest to remember what the word "cabesa" was. For the life of her, she could not remember it, although she knew it was one of those words you learn in high school Esponol one-oh-one and should have remembere it. (Its "head" for all you wondering). Lisa, perplexed, asked her friend to use it in a sentence, so he said:<br /><br />"Estas loca en la cabesa."<br />(You are crazy in your head)<br /><br />Lisa furrowed her brows, and after trying out several WRONG answers yelled:<br /><br />"BED!!!"<br /><br />Her friend burst out laughing. Poor, innocent little Lisa still didn't understand exactly what she said until her friend said:<br /><br />"You are crazy in bed??!"<br /><br />Lisa was mortified.<br /><br />Ah, sissy... I sure do love you!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-40083752358507116392011-01-12T20:03:00.005-06:002011-01-12T20:25:20.710-06:00Talks<div align="justify">Nevermind that we haven't been in the ward more than a week. Or that there are hundreds of other possible candidates for speaking. Or that we'll be leaving this fair state in less than a month. Rob and I are giving talks on Sunday. </div><br /><div align="justify">How did they even notice us sneak in??</div><br /><div align="justify">Did I mention that this ward vomits into the overflow of the chappel EVERY Sunday? I'm not talking a few late stragglers here and there... no. A good half the gym is COMPLETELY filled. It feels like I'm in stake conference.</div><br /><div align="justify">Do you think we might be in Utah??</div><br /><div align="justify">Its a little nerve-wracking to think about speaking in front of a stake-conference-sized crowd of strangers. </div><br /><div align="justify">I also have NO idea what I'm going to talk about. Usually I don't have this problem. I just slap together a bunch of stories from someone ELSE's life, squeeze in an inspiring poem or two and wrap it up with a little carisma. Voila! Instant talk! But this week the subject is on "How your service in the church has brought you closer to your Savior Jesus Christ."</div><br /><div align="justify">Errrrr....</div><br /><div align="justify">Memo to new bishop: I hate service!! No joke... I accept callings because every time I think aobut getting up enough nerve to REJECT one, I hear my mother's guilt ridden voice in my head telling me callings come from the Lord and that saying no is like giving a big fat slap in the face to the man upstairs. Hence, I just don't reject. BUT... if it was up to me I would just sit quietly in the back and twiddle my thumbs all through sacrament meeting and slip out the door before Sunday School, thank you very much. Easy schmeasy. So you can see how I don't have a lot of fodder for talk. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Rob said I should just try saying that I hate service. Riiiiight. That would go over well. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">However, I DID just finished reading Harry Potter 7, and since I have nothing better to talk about during church, perhaps I'll just think of a way of how to incorporate HP into a talk about service. There's gotta be a connection in there somewhere...</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-14822186805578395582011-01-09T12:02:00.002-06:002011-01-09T12:16:27.618-06:00Yee Haw!<div align="justify">Last night we celebrated Rob's brother Dave's big three-oh birthday. As a part of the festivities, we went country swing dancing! Whoot, whoot! It has been FAR too long since I've been dancing and besides the new faces, that little dinky place on 5th and Freedom (you know which one I'm talking about, Provoites) hasn't changed a bit! It was SO much fun! I felt slightly lumpy and out of shape, though, when I about died trying to dance through ONE song! It was vaguley pathetic. I'm vowing to stay in better shape for the next time we go. My brother's Mark and Paul tagged along for the event. Although Rob and I were having a BLAST, Paul was NOT enthused to be country swing dancing. Never mind the fact that his big bulky line backer frame could EASILY pass as a 20-somethin' RM and the place was swarming with hot girls. Mark, on the other hand, took FULL advantage of said girls and was dancing until the very last dance (much to Paul's dismay, who became more and more disgruntalled as the night went on). I don't think Paul realizes the opportunity he has here... I mean, with his muscles?? Puh-leeeeease. He could easily toss a girl up in the air with nothin' but his pinky finger. Memo to Paul: chicks dig sweet moves.<br /><br />The week hasn't been all fun and games, though. Lately, I've been putting in a good 5-8 hours a day studying for the bar. Most in the house feel that is excessive and Rob n' fam have been trying desperately to get me to stop studying as much, saying I'll burn out at that rate. Riiiight. As if I could just walk into the bar and pass it without blinking an eye. Not happening. This test is ridic, just in case you were wondering. I'm starting to wonder if I just need to start memorizing the ENTIRE BARBRI outline book. I'm freakin' out here! I can't wait til March....<br /><br />Any-who... until next time!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-71194539977442191612011-01-02T12:23:00.002-06:002011-01-02T12:27:20.347-06:00Tee Hee<div align="justify">I just thought this pic of my Sissy was too good NOT to post...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3NQxDm3JpCJZj8faSgcnkU0bM-RoNCJkIwvFiixhmen3R52ZDs1LxK-arFmhHEhNgKw9GhzQOcC1dYwcRZD0ma0sEVC8eECvGGl_jLMRtvFabdzvEQtbkcouWuaYcuU_71zZdDjuoSca/s1600/DSC_1149%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557656006420235890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3NQxDm3JpCJZj8faSgcnkU0bM-RoNCJkIwvFiixhmen3R52ZDs1LxK-arFmhHEhNgKw9GhzQOcC1dYwcRZD0ma0sEVC8eECvGGl_jLMRtvFabdzvEQtbkcouWuaYcuU_71zZdDjuoSca/s320/DSC_1149%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>Remember when I said Lisa gave me a seemingly endless supply of fodder for hungry bloggers? See what I mean?! My blog will be useless without her!<br /><br />By the way, this is Lisa Christmas morning after she stole Lindsey's tutu and started wearing it around. You should have seen her crushed expression after mom made her take it off, for fear of stretching it out. No worries, Sissy, I'll make you a tutu too! </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-42699241757235188932010-12-30T21:46:00.013-06:002010-12-31T01:25:51.566-06:00By the way...<div align="justify">I <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">graduated</span></strong>! Feel free to call me <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Julie T. Baker Hansen, Esquire</span></strong> from now on. Muahahahaha! I've basically decided to make it a new fad for law school grads to actually use their hard-earned suffix! Haha ( : <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbdD7PtpdBJpygEImXch68snyz7AjqwMMKRJ15RrxjTvhuWmZrOe0oB7f4xCLJPuFlfnr-Zr2DRuKGECigoix0KOJ9BJqq9q4swQlZ3VH2X5S0ik5VKyroXdRh_uW6QADqSim2p5aaiVE/s1600/DSC_1034%252Cedit1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687799657458706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbdD7PtpdBJpygEImXch68snyz7AjqwMMKRJ15RrxjTvhuWmZrOe0oB7f4xCLJPuFlfnr-Zr2DRuKGECigoix0KOJ9BJqq9q4swQlZ3VH2X5S0ik5VKyroXdRh_uW6QADqSim2p5aaiVE/s320/DSC_1034%252Cedit1.jpg" /></a>This is a pic of Rob and I doing the happy dance. Said happy dance will be much more happier in March after the stinkin, rotten, stupid, no good bar is over and done with... BUT... for the moment, graduation from law school required at least a small happy dance! Here are a few pics from graduation... of course, just when you want your camera to work is the time it DOESN'T work, so many of the pictures taken were blurry. These were the acceptable ones and I'll be ordering more from the pro photo guy who was flashin' everyone with his camera later. But for now, this is what you get!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOFHgKUKmog5kS9i96JcU3u6Wcl_D3o5Nn8l_jcjtCpV3_HoXrGu42SZYEkpFGxDTbKb9adUQAJ-r6nzKSiFxiYk-9YYqK7o0lDDtCquoeeUhRQJbpE6zT2qIE29SghyphenhyphenyvwJSGsLsDmd8/s1600/DSC_1018%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690518521127266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOFHgKUKmog5kS9i96JcU3u6Wcl_D3o5Nn8l_jcjtCpV3_HoXrGu42SZYEkpFGxDTbKb9adUQAJ-r6nzKSiFxiYk-9YYqK7o0lDDtCquoeeUhRQJbpE6zT2qIE29SghyphenhyphenyvwJSGsLsDmd8/s320/DSC_1018%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>Recieving my diploma after getting hooded. Told you the photos were blurry. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVB6_VIFPCqQfb9UFERhSDIa10G7voa3gZxnBvTwm7GP7wdqaqM_zgToyodqpIoJtsOaghYSMQTZV15QKPbaFET1pFo2P2RR00waNpTe0fdN4Yk1p4o5Ai4x6HjIG3boLVnhDGbCWau0a/s1600/DSC_1020%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690762246240514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVB6_VIFPCqQfb9UFERhSDIa10G7voa3gZxnBvTwm7GP7wdqaqM_zgToyodqpIoJtsOaghYSMQTZV15QKPbaFET1pFo2P2RR00waNpTe0fdN4Yk1p4o5Ai4x6HjIG3boLVnhDGbCWau0a/s320/DSC_1020%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>Smiling for the camera!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tld0h8dx7SXS3-O3wbABj0vgJZe2EG3f_Gwe72b7wx9ixAViJ_-LUolTDgrQrOIvLwxxcOtCq9s78r_oKC2zkpVAfGXHs7SyROg83qa5YSZawUVsTnBku-6qSkuz9DhbgCQFdyAkN4lE/s1600/DSC_1023%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690896451669778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tld0h8dx7SXS3-O3wbABj0vgJZe2EG3f_Gwe72b7wx9ixAViJ_-LUolTDgrQrOIvLwxxcOtCq9s78r_oKC2zkpVAfGXHs7SyROg83qa5YSZawUVsTnBku-6qSkuz9DhbgCQFdyAkN4lE/s320/DSC_1023%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>December grads! There were actually about twice as many as this, but we were the only ones who wanted to dress up all fancy schmancy for a ceremony. The way I figure it?? I sacrificed sweat, blood and tears for that degree... you betchya I want to get my hood!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBSzZpzbwvAECVUdZWF7aA2QiysIo-ESvINxgbJnt1Te0rWpaGz8XYHKRon-en8D_z13v4taXGyyTTnkB0-YxeDUPvd5KihYCB4jGoxMoVJpWJejOf_TLrKYSanYN7n5AxeuF6i1M00Lf/s1600/DSC_1027%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691211867081970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBSzZpzbwvAECVUdZWF7aA2QiysIo-ESvINxgbJnt1Te0rWpaGz8XYHKRon-en8D_z13v4taXGyyTTnkB0-YxeDUPvd5KihYCB4jGoxMoVJpWJejOf_TLrKYSanYN7n5AxeuF6i1M00Lf/s320/DSC_1027%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>Professor Gardner and I. He was the faculty professor in charge of the J. Reuben Clark Law Scociety with me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zG8wqVrexYDPpFwlvJFFW9JYYGV42m-lyH4-wvbcXrHoT1ElCiOX7REho3DIxG5WeAnHG8xH-LfNacJzFfHMIfHQRw-CpK2WK2k97yw29pZ0T9V35baoB_Z2C51ZxcL9ZNHh-YQA9PAc/s1600/DSC_1032%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691463893559298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zG8wqVrexYDPpFwlvJFFW9JYYGV42m-lyH4-wvbcXrHoT1ElCiOX7REho3DIxG5WeAnHG8xH-LfNacJzFfHMIfHQRw-CpK2WK2k97yw29pZ0T9V35baoB_Z2C51ZxcL9ZNHh-YQA9PAc/s320/DSC_1032%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>My fan club!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqluTDbZFH-_9Jr2MMdlxqBNIW4kTXMQsmhPzUGWnpriTjYSbbBBqhNlLTir0EUSBOU076IgsvQenlwsO1PRND8qdQZSZIaPe5NE5A60Ysy1JiNVlH9zhX3wQAPYKSfJZ_Pe3HD1iD4of/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556698859430723410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqluTDbZFH-_9Jr2MMdlxqBNIW4kTXMQsmhPzUGWnpriTjYSbbBBqhNlLTir0EUSBOU076IgsvQenlwsO1PRND8qdQZSZIaPe5NE5A60Ysy1JiNVlH9zhX3wQAPYKSfJZ_Pe3HD1iD4of/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" /></a>Me and my sissies!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ9lT2VjtWxY5ITrxFgx-sgFB236zMpYjHg9mwLGPX7qwb3SN7aCyrWLzEGa7iS2p-7ylxlwSEwc71SYeHQk7-QZ5z7LsRVKnBJ6UkBpKaXrK9KSHM7G7uMl4AG6_F2EDfzrbITWZGvuU/s1600/DSC_1036%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691590902738322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ9lT2VjtWxY5ITrxFgx-sgFB236zMpYjHg9mwLGPX7qwb3SN7aCyrWLzEGa7iS2p-7ylxlwSEwc71SYeHQk7-QZ5z7LsRVKnBJ6UkBpKaXrK9KSHM7G7uMl4AG6_F2EDfzrbITWZGvuU/s320/DSC_1036%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>They posted the names of all the graduates on the electronic announcement board in the law school. Whoopee! That's my name! (Although they left out the Baker part... grrr).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbVuWmNeyk7MQB9M4kdM_kDt6JjC916infEiKZy63WF-a8puA3Tw1upHiAxzLGU2YPrQX00kS9SD4X6IsVlrC2FhfYufAGfWEimp0psNnmGSaqS2WHc0gNSN-iqZ7w8GnUkdSt-tD-tqC/s1600/DSC_1040%252Crsz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691844745273938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbVuWmNeyk7MQB9M4kdM_kDt6JjC916infEiKZy63WF-a8puA3Tw1upHiAxzLGU2YPrQX00kS9SD4X6IsVlrC2FhfYufAGfWEimp0psNnmGSaqS2WHc0gNSN-iqZ7w8GnUkdSt-tD-tqC/s320/DSC_1040%252Crsz.jpg" /></a>Mary Barber and I at graduation. We bonded the first week of contracts... law school was never the same after that!<br /><br />Anyway, that's the that on Graduation. About a million other things have happened before, during and since then... Thanksgiving, moving, Christmas, a wedding, you know... all that sort of stuff that requires a blog update or two. BUT it probably won't happen... I've basically given up on catching up. Sadly--barring some crazy event were I get either really bored or really ambitious--entries will probably just start here and go onward!<br /><br />Memo to the blogging community: I am now back on the social networking scene! Hooray!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-36606229289808667142010-12-09T19:45:00.001-06:002010-12-09T19:46:21.190-06:00MIADon't worry, I'll be back after finals.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-42361351670590594432010-11-21T16:55:00.002-06:002010-11-21T16:57:58.763-06:00Expiration Date: Nov. 4, 2010<div align="justify">I just ate a thing of yogurt with that expiration date.<br /><br />It totally tasted like <span style="color:#33ff33;">lime</span> yogurt... was it supposed to tasted like something else?<br /><br />I'll let you know if I throw up said <span style="color:#33ff33;">lime</span> yogurt later. Yum!</div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-90916214299304261202010-11-18T17:18:00.001-06:002010-11-18T17:20:19.767-06:00Hilarious!Harry Potter Cast tries to speak "America."<embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:598083" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=id%3D1644133%26vid%3D598083%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A598083" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."></embed><div style="margin:0px;padding:4px;width:500px;text-align:center;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/trailer_park/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank">Movie Trailers</a> - <a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank">Movies Blog</a></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345265309322739015.post-2849193539579207392010-11-15T11:53:00.005-06:002010-11-15T15:31:57.679-06:00Where We're Headed...We finally got our location for Rob's new job (horray!) After graduation we will be headed to.... <div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Houston, Texas!!</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVyb3pJT0rzmqllkez-zuB8sV_276JnMjaJi5uoUvN0yulQWsnS9KvAtPhqMDu5v_TjsX51VgGkPeU3euIMOvRUYl54an8NYGpvb3LGiq0Dt5mqYWvaALy2igutBDhpPAc0yJ2ZnEfJO0/s1600/houston_skyline.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539836306963691410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVyb3pJT0rzmqllkez-zuB8sV_276JnMjaJi5uoUvN0yulQWsnS9KvAtPhqMDu5v_TjsX51VgGkPeU3euIMOvRUYl54an8NYGpvb3LGiq0Dt5mqYWvaALy2igutBDhpPAc0yJ2ZnEfJO0/s320/houston_skyline.jpg" /></span></strong></a>Rob will begin training for his new job in January in Salt Lake City. This will be for about a month or two (depending on how fast he picks it up). We will be camping out with the inlaws for a few weeks while this takes place, which should be pretty fun. And then after training, we're headed to Texas for a year! Niether Rob or I have ever lived in or even visited Texas, so we're pretty excited about this opportunity to experience new things! After our brief stop over in Texas, we will be headed to <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Los Angeles</span></strong>:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONot3d3qwXWVFcwPE_-8dy5jUtC_T_Y3hb4sTBTov-aM8oFzm742YnncE55Eg-nCUyQ3Laajyye1LBYdk5894c99RIyweu4S2dLdHPq81h2l1Lu2c19q8Q_tKYmlCnYIg6g5ByOm7JXUy/s1600/los_angeles_skyline-011.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539837406700510258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONot3d3qwXWVFcwPE_-8dy5jUtC_T_Y3hb4sTBTov-aM8oFzm742YnncE55Eg-nCUyQ3Laajyye1LBYdk5894c99RIyweu4S2dLdHPq81h2l1Lu2c19q8Q_tKYmlCnYIg6g5ByOm7JXUy/s320/los_angeles_skyline-011.jpg" /></span></a>Which will be our "permanent" location. Permanent is relative, though, since we obviously reserve the right to change our plans at any time for any reason ( :<br /><br />Anyway, thought you all would appreciate the update! </div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12401550550652725770noreply@blogger.com5