tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62387761067155712952024-02-07T15:05:19.973-08:00LIFE AS NELSONSlynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-47774328393242705112013-05-13T19:33:00.002-07:002013-05-13T19:33:51.072-07:00Yay for warm weather!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Back in March we had another great visit to AZ. Although it was still snowing off and on in UT, it was high 80s in AZ. Harper got to have her first experience at the park, and looooved it!</div>
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She didn't stop smiling</div>
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She also ate sand for the first time - YUCK!</div>
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Love, LOVE this sweet face!</div>
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Pretty sure this is her "That is an interesting texture" face</div>
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lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-77222236064393951632013-03-09T19:55:00.001-08:002013-03-09T19:55:20.021-08:00Just Do It!!!I have tried a hundred times to post something on this blog and then I start looking at pictures and I love ALL of them, so naturally I try to post EVERYTHING - and in chronological order too - <div>
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Now Harper is 9 months old, I've been working as an RN for almost 1 1/2 yrs, and Skyler only has ONE year left until the finale of school FOREVER.</div>
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There is too much to play for real catch up on so here are some "recent" pics. We'll call this "Summer 2012":</div>
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Memorial Day - a.k.a. My "Due Date"...</div>
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Contractions...starting 4 days after "due date".... need I say more</div>
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First time I saw Harper</div>
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Tired, anemic from hemorrhaging, and in total bliss</div>
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Harper's first bath at home</div>
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Baby Momma friends </div>
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Katie w/Harper</div>
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Happy 1st Father's Day!</div>
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Favorite summer past time - concerts in the park</div>
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Baby Camry and Harper: Shopping buddies from birth</div>
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Baby Blessing</div>
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Adeline born April, Harper and Grayson born June</div>
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First "swimming" experience</div>
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Cutest one-time-only swim suite ever!</div>
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First date without babes. </div>
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Window shopping at City Creek: a favorite pastime </div>
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One of my favorite pics of Harper</div>
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Welcome to the world Emerson! Cousins meet for first time</div>
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So proud of my 'manda/fellow RN! woot, woot!</div>
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Starting her young has paid off. She loves to hike!</div>
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Just starting rolling from stomach to back at this point</div>
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Harper's first AZ dust storm a.k.a. haboob :) </div>
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lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-4137099298039911802012-04-17T12:07:00.006-07:002012-04-17T12:34:15.566-07:00What the!?!?<div style="text-align: left; "><span>So last night I wake up at 3:48am to take a potty break. Skyler decides he might as well take one too so he can fully enjoy the last ~hour 1/2 before he needs to wake up for work and school. As we are getting settled back into bed I hear this sound...It was just one of those faint, annoying, potentially scary sounds (like the sound of a water leak or a bug). After asking Skyler if he heard it, and him confirming that "yes" he too heard something I decided I had to know what it was if I was going to be able to fall back asleep. Naturally I asked Skyler to get up and investigate :)</span> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Mostly I was worried it was a bug because we often will crack our windows at night and one of our screens has a gap in it at the moment because after a window cleaning frenzy a few weeks ago I couldn't get it back on. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Here you can see the gap in the screen - It's maybe 1 1/2 inches wide</div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9f2RsTYay_XVLN73y6bYEG6TqQ9B_EGg1YhuJvxY-FJmP_vYpu9N4gTaadaQROLIjupC3MvrkfFKTHk3fMIQm3fK5fH54tEGA9BlU_msKjFXZyCqEzHaFalk01PC0D-1IcXL52ISUexk/s400/P1020389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732453164694313650" /></span></span><div>So Skyler, without turning the lights on, goes towards the window to see if it's a sound coming from outside or a sound in our room. He pauses a moment, listening, and then bends over and pauses a moment, listening, and decides he needs to turn on the lights because the sound is in fact coming from in our room and NOT outside.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Don't worry anyone - It wasn't a bug, it was only A BIRD on the floor in our room!!!! Yes, at 3:48am we found a little sparrow in our room! Who knows how long this bird had been in our room? All I could think about was the diseased bird air we had been breathing in deeply all night long! Skyler grabbed some tissue to grab it and take it outside, commenting that it was obviously hurt/sick. Next thing you know the birds flying across our bedroom as I'm flinging the blankets over my head. It ended up landing in our laundry basket which actually made things a little easier because Skyler just carried that outside.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The bird in our laundry basket...</div><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRyMJdST-XgtPRmVIv5nMcWNErayKVLxJcGOS6nDcrKE5VB40P0Xsq1eoJDgWfaPjtGU_JGJVrj5HTpQWyaLruAhnJZuaJsY_2Pr9DV-0k3Kbj3BYr5jwHeoqXHQb_cItPle3bX2-fXQ/s400/P1020386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732453176522578834" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; ">He said he shook the bird out of the laundry basket and it took off flying...into the fence in our front yard. Who knows if the poor thing lived or not, but it sure added excitement to our mid-night potty break! </div></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-28475669580076352752012-04-10T14:59:00.023-07:002012-04-10T17:03:50.013-07:00Oh Dear - It's Been A Year!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: left; ">365 days ~ Of course things have happened! (and some pretty big things too). SOOO, I'll try to update with the basics:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>************Disclaimer: I should have probably labeled this post "Jaw Surgery"*************</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><b><span>1</span></b>.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> Skyler got into PT school at the UofU. This is where we left off with posts last Ap</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ril. Now, Skyler is finishing up his first year of PT school with "only" 2 more years to </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">go. He </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">is SO amazing at this stuff. His brain is a sponge and he's constantly teaching me (or trying to) a</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">bout the interesting things he's learning. Keep up the good work Sweetie!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; ">Here is Skyler with some of the lovely ladies in the PT program with him. I felt like a GIANT next to them!</div><div><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFW-rwvsgabJVGj1uwAz5lIRjv4oOray4EihOxqsPzWkQcdoy8B28Dj9KuqABf8UiRzp9lreh4QlEHhb6BIe0HN3HwuEiqN1Wm-K2hFdt3azz7Uh6JRphgL_lmHahBLGZ0p9XdBvZeCQ/s400/P1020113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729872421498544370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b>2</b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "><span>.</span><span> One of my BFF's from AZ, Lauren, got married. Skyler's parents flew us down to AZ so we could be there for the wedding. Thanks mom and dad Nelson! I got to be a bridesmaid for the very first time and we got to spend time with family, including new little baby Levi.</span></span></div></div><div><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 16px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 16px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><span style="text-align: center; "> Skyler and I at Lauren and Daniel's wedding reception</span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0PcjuQkgX0PE8TElZH5-eRufCECBEFbZZ6kxg-A49T7UjoSGfjI7RD8SieXMik_o1JFDpwoxg92EOJRn7DsylmwBhSkzVblzG6OLEq6z-i8SgauinUzIH65USY6WPfLoXb_YeSTm_npE/s400/P1010152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729875734811033170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Hanging out with family after Levi's baby blessi</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">ng</span></div></span></span></span></span><div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DWRPE7ttB3bbU_ARf7o3pRHk16jpSRpp8WLZm_LWExmmvzQFNqMUPrv8ngZXFd6tRAQ-nSlpbRSUuyz6-yp19Ijl9LeYPzGEn1x3rKRmWBT1EpmerUD8mg3HbMroEc6Ee4Q5E8x82RQ/s400/P1010183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729875742851567010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">3</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">.</span></b></span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "> I had my jaw surgery!! Recovery was one of the most miserable thing</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">s I've been through, but I am SOOO happy with the results I would do it again in a heartbeat (I say after enough time has past to forget how horrible it was LOL)</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span>Day Before Surgery: Last pic of me with "old" jaw</span></div><div><span><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXAwRjca6ndR3aREsgJTRrdpvBqp5BeggZtpQTH4fSO-Z2JNePrrulQ0JPKnwtO_AYumj_0uBBG0gGeQrIxvNC0zqtm1pmbESEGRurUhhYG-l7uiGP-7UpHLHDB-GCYUIgdrZPzI0QWA/s400/P1010296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729901701969295202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">Here I am with my good friend the Jaw Bra I was so swollen I couldn't close my lips</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><div></div><div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapheELJFn4sApxdRFl7Kiy_6pCG5U6PE_4u9g-87_JDN1kOrodNw5oJSttKmqbWQoPEIo0KBOPuRWqP9mh-2zgRmjnX1WMNjQ_1k4aJwfm1naugGk6y-tFyBOXl2vsPu1WzWppZXDTbo/s400/P1010305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729904199780131330" style="font-size: medium; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 210px; " /><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-ag3rgsLz25zo3a4IzdvPip-yMfz7z9s5GbTvGAal3rjuMYqK1cdjyTKKBwdzR2A4anGH7NnKe7gUwk40raTJlPfzVNv5x_gxPQpQHztT3T4kGAZVUlZht7E1ur3VzmZ5c81yZf99TI/s400/P1010297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729903079954025442" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; font-size: 16px; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 360px; " /></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "></span></span></span></div><span><br /></span><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "></span></span></span></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; ">My friend Jeri came to </span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; ">visit me. She said I wasn't very nice, but I'm pretty sure I can blame it on the drugs. I </span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; ">hardly remember her coming by - and yes, I am smiling in this picture....</span></div><div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtcqXtzMigFt2ogkAKPe4rGDUvYbFDkxCgeNy5uobI2daWy_efLSVBGPaOqoiLT-WSR9IjLdofD0CGhbSV3jL9w2Vm6slbaQgfYSuyNxgEt-Y8Wxgthk0cWZolGnb8nbGULMZ5bjNY4g/s400/P1010304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729905543661560962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: left; "><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>The swelling was pretty extreme, but the bruising wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.</span></div></div></div></span><div><span><span><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKmJQQbUwP1biKoTpSn0QMoVyByZm-AtvaPCSIW_aVtYt2zGOsY_Oi65Ck-hWpHlNU-rQoZMYbgXYJFcQ7lvNB0cl7l_eBBp9d4uu-Wa46jq57MFC5aDRVVJS5iWDKWvFAMs-TVdnkoA/s400/P1010307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729908219756407282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I'm smiling as big as I possibly can in this pic. It seems silly now, but I was SO worried that this was my new face...</span></div></span></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsXRay5YyVH8Tbhw3u7p_Xl_u1C8255L3fnCsIcDD-fwDoUqzSdcBuIFwg-lkLrmkGTi5-RuCmnGqIzdFzS6rvSdhOQocCqHDKc-TlpCqAzkaAnGjPl2_cC1DTEe72nG6SCN-WGFLEQQ/s400/P1010309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729908624864731490" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I went back to work and school the week after I had this surgery. I would not recommend that! The second week was the hardest part of the recovery as Dr. Egbert removed and re-applied the rubber bands here and there to fine tune the jaw placement.</span></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO0bkvTnjEv1-7-kxXkB-WHEG2pcGDY1b_ZRsTalWHwxFsCvT_TUA4y324ZZHhpUht3WJt0ON-XVx09AF3iCim7J6CsyIouFCI1iLLLoqE2Wjxib8CVTFwo8HtFDV_YR81yjyDZ_jJaA/s400/P1010339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729909049735192498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Part of the fun experience was having my jaw banded shut completely for the first week after surgery. Then slowly I was able to start eating soft things a.k.a. mashed potatoes. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Here I am enjoying a heavenly discovery - Gerber's peach baby food. Next to the discovery of instant mashed potatoes which I was able to suck through my teeth, this was the next best thing.</span></div><div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD-agWsoiwwb9KtVePkFthM9uYQyQemG0FfuXAp6Cb6u0hGg2eY7ISCubyJ6LPK7exTeedJe6d06n5NBtEAd6PYtXd8Y5STFNrhEpUa9a0cGAfkhwdqcdI9S0dmw6mA5JJJ8I5JIyEZY/s400/P1010340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729909803785043330" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I didn't loose my sense of humor [completely] in the experience</span></div></span><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkC3NUd-wG5MuB_ezJHd2g96m5P561U4OeMiRzxVNo4sgFUgA7iu2LiJfu70yu2RMglhNiQvWJE5bEvm4sST13WjArmn7313TGfmaDDKmx9ZnTlGMs6zmjDCmRlzhMlRmPrO6d2FHOycE/s400/P1010341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729909810768990146" style="font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Little by little the swelling continued to go down and I started looking a little more normal. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uL6zISP3bczfCtMZ5FlykVmhdqXnLTHW83XjpjHf3tk5B3aKR2T4bnLw3zKK0v-LfUp71krcEmRQZUuAKHy2Mo3ywf-UgctG-0DEC0Bc9P8fAa_XYnxrvAkUEM4DDY0269cYF4fPBgo/s400/P1010348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729915280460072786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Here I am, first time in makeup since the surgery. I waited just over 2 weeks to wear it again.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left; "><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7LjrX63TUS2XSNOaam06ssoc-TLODvo3BNx1spUUdmklQqooV3qgIEDRBbQJHMTT7fbdw7n2jkZBmhEFJPwRCwJP98JCr5EcdEV0bPcX4SaeiKs5PpIxJ9fGKCd8br8Q8TNhiw3E-_8/s400/P1010358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729915289428801714" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "></div></span></span></div></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span>The before-and-after shots are pretty cool I think.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-nldR2FOUhqGniWBYUCCxPyvofB-DuVJcFjzjYlkzBdJtDLh28WSLcYk32IZlBk41iZYx4TM4pm4EKYQt1IfVP9HvsyXWxgHRUO9r10p9TyL5VtPz2FBfbh4o43c1RWY5nlmRlSwuYM/s400/pre-op+R+no+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729886223206101522" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDZpV55Dg9mwOji5-48O8T7wPpsqtlIhXd6UjZn-k2xZtNY4YLt1CTyzfS78QPLkav1LQJuicNmSdr69uum8SXKo1g34wC1_bjKi0NFZ230sOAFFe02kmzjBmWd0IKZViTmJuh_7oKwQ/s400/post-op+R+no+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729887119972061602" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg0oq0aY_np8wBzaV2v580AJTVwVyXB2hZXXm3o_Bw1T0EUceG6sbbx1Ef_orJE7ykC2M4TpxFekvueKUVH5vr6lZrGPxcQxCn1x526YrD-oAIZyVHw-_NOiBnADg9UQm_R-95ardXK4/s400/post-op+R+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729888727340635954" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><span><div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></div></div></span></div></div><div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></div><div><span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwtJjosN4_RqXJxOQk6ByjV3UnM0OhKbBY3vU4M3kTgQedws0LANfn80lffijN7s9QqfbCWHLLYFGiJKLaPn9EcNgpYXXGvBF-hCBAvEaBi2hISHs6jItW6-CAKgnUyBmW107ejGugr8/s400/pre-op+R+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729888029952079714" style="float: left; 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More on the rest of our lives to come................</span></span></div></span></div></div></span></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-74112585159705614112011-04-10T19:11:00.000-07:002011-04-10T20:01:37.264-07:00Going-onsSo I feel like a bad wife - Some of the most exciting news that could happen right now, happened and even though any one who's going to be reading this probably already knows, I still have to post it...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />***SKYLER GOT INTO PHYSICAL THERAPY SCHOOL AT</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> THE UofU!!!!***</span><br /></div><br />I know this is a several-months-belated post topic but I am so proud of him and excited for him and what this means for us as a family. He amazes me every day and I know that he is going to be amazing as a PT. I don't think I know of anyone more personable and intelligent than he is and I am constantly being told from everyone who meets him what an inspiration and example he to them.<br /><br />He starts the first semester of PT school in May, just as I start my last semester of nursing school. It's going to be a wild summer!<br /><br />As far as what else is going on, Skyler is still with the Boy Scouts, but we'll see how much longer that is going to be. I'll have a new calling to post about in another week or so, and then I'll need all the help I can get because I'm going to have no idea what I'm doing :)<br /><br />I have my jaw surgery scheduled May 9th. I'm terrified/excited. It's going to be weird to be able to close my mouth comfortably around my teeth and to be able to bite into something and actually bite it off, rather than having to tear it apart and then to be able to chew food with my teeth touching where they're supposed to, rather than just a few places in the back...I can hardly imagine...<br /><br />I just got my school schedule for the summer and prayers have been answered - we are going to be able to go on our stake Pioneer Trek. We still aren't sure if we are actually a Ma and Pa or if we are going as alternates a.k.a. big brother and sister. It seems like they're needing us as an actual Ma and Pa since one of the other couples is officially unable to go - I don't know. We need to figure that out.<br /><br />The other day we went out for 1/2 off Sushi rolls at Ginza with some friends from nursing school and their hubby's (Except for Sharon, who's date was her adorable little boy).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMcg2CS5IgW85bNq6uT4DWwpaQ9FuowHG5-kDpWFrZqOWQ6X2785k9oLJY7vCW4uz_NawdmKo9Tt1lbG9FrinqH2E9kdgW1Cixa9nxEdOeFPKbRpqhTOT5XnQ40K7U9t0s410SHBL2no/s1600/P1010236.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMcg2CS5IgW85bNq6uT4DWwpaQ9FuowHG5-kDpWFrZqOWQ6X2785k9oLJY7vCW4uz_NawdmKo9Tt1lbG9FrinqH2E9kdgW1Cixa9nxEdOeFPKbRpqhTOT5XnQ40K7U9t0s410SHBL2no/s400/P1010236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594149582093915618" border="0" /></a>I can't stand seafood of any kind what-so-ever, but I went for the social value :) Skyler, on the other hand got a smoked salmon roll and was in heaven. Jonelle got these pretty looking dishes below. I love how sushi looks, so even though I wont eat it, I find it fascinating to watch others eat it. Weird, I know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFMgVwyCRQM4SbC8LcIv2YGRqqdDSwK0ZrNINxKjgHmUhSSao9CgUh3uXhuoSfe33YTpiRT61D4LrSqNnOk6UX55osKYIReKWEpw1CA2HLFWTI-PiFxpey8AUbqza1xslIaoTY-oaxYE/s1600/P1010238.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFMgVwyCRQM4SbC8LcIv2YGRqqdDSwK0ZrNINxKjgHmUhSSao9CgUh3uXhuoSfe33YTpiRT61D4LrSqNnOk6UX55osKYIReKWEpw1CA2HLFWTI-PiFxpey8AUbqza1xslIaoTY-oaxYE/s400/P1010238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594150095784783394" border="0" /></a>Skyler and I have been doing P90X. We started December 27th and with only a few weeks here and there putting us off schedule, we are almost done now at week 13 of 14. I'm really proud of us for sticking to this. It's gotten harder near the end where we know all of the videos and exercise moves. The yoga video is the hardest, mostly because of how long it is. On a few of the nice days we've had we've replaced the yoga for running - not exactly equivalent, but a much enjoyed break. And for the dessert/sugar junkie I have always been I am proud to say that I can now turn down a dessert with no remorse (well, almost none). I do love the feeling that exercising gives me and I've liked trying new exercises - Kenpo is probably my favorite video and Plyometrics is Skyler's.<br /><br />Last Wednesday I got to try another new exercise (again, with my nursing schools buds). Katie, Jonelle and I took an antigravity yoga class. Jonelle was the one who introduced us to it, and it turned out to be a lot of fun.<br /><br />Here we are doing Monkey Pose - It was kind of a head rush, as you can imagine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS1GTQtLWE_cOD9zuequQ2GJHeCMLHJ5BDZKmBYD9jA1viiYUk0ySVpKzRwSthQW7ho6opgGumUPDQsLlf6fTZZM2KGg0jWQyV72LRnmSFlgns_34_pMIHBzT438XJlkTaXfLfQjiZrs/s1600/P1010244.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS1GTQtLWE_cOD9zuequQ2GJHeCMLHJ5BDZKmBYD9jA1viiYUk0ySVpKzRwSthQW7ho6opgGumUPDQsLlf6fTZZM2KGg0jWQyV72LRnmSFlgns_34_pMIHBzT438XJlkTaXfLfQjiZrs/s400/P1010244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594153724521147714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHBiX_ghNfyIrnnE5Dgt-Q2GCXE6f-mY4AW1oVfnQFZ583zy1FtGBEMvR1kMfo6rWk5wsIU-ptmiN26AejFZedx8dX6QB4Aq6EaRK4TVMCVpFCn0wDmYoCDrOL38BN68frkFmHGrS15I/s1600/P1010247.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHBiX_ghNfyIrnnE5Dgt-Q2GCXE6f-mY4AW1oVfnQFZ583zy1FtGBEMvR1kMfo6rWk5wsIU-ptmiN26AejFZedx8dX6QB4Aq6EaRK4TVMCVpFCn0wDmYoCDrOL38BN68frkFmHGrS15I/s400/P1010247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594154504801297010" border="0" /></a>Maybe when we're "done" with this P90X routine, I can get Skyler to let me post some before's and after's...we'll see.lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-15915128830283818392011-03-13T14:08:00.000-07:002011-03-13T14:17:48.164-07:00MmmmmmAs usual I should be doing homework - but this wont take long!<br /><br />I just discovered my new favorite "dessert." It's kinda healthy, but still hits the sweet spot. It's SUPER easy and quick, plus it's really simple to double/triple/quadruple the recipe, so I had to share:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Warm Apples with Cinnamon<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onefrugalfoodie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/applesaute2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.onefrugalfoodie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/applesaute2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />1. Slice 1 Golden Delicious apple (or any apple, really - I used Gala)<br />2. Combine in saucepan with<br /> ~ 2 Tbsp apple cider (I used apple cider vinegar which gives it a little tang)<br /> ~ 1 tsp brown sugar<br /> ~ A pinch (or to taste) of cinnamon<br />3. Cook over medium heat, stirring until the apples are tender<br />4. Serve with a dollop of vanilla yogurt (Greek yogurt would be amazing with this!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So, I may be the only one extremely excited about this discovery - if you know me you know I'm a 1-2 apple a day kinda girl - but go ahead and try this out and tell me if you love it as much as I do!<br /></div></div><br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-36180031214225283782011-02-27T18:17:00.000-08:002011-02-27T19:15:49.411-08:00Life as a scout master<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyxBTJPav8Ulbju70HcJLb1d1MuwVzvPZK2j872FgsljLn5ET1gbGh6Gsc9XRI8eImoU5ZnzeUdm5Q9GeDZn3ExPBWVQ6vvdpjmk6l3M8npeXM5N-yf85mn0SvZIP5L0yZaagrn-MEk0/s1600/fallls.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyxBTJPav8Ulbju70HcJLb1d1MuwVzvPZK2j872FgsljLn5ET1gbGh6Gsc9XRI8eImoU5ZnzeUdm5Q9GeDZn3ExPBWVQ6vvdpjmk6l3M8npeXM5N-yf85mn0SvZIP5L0yZaagrn-MEk0/s400/fallls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578565244508785618" border="0" />This is doughnut falls, a favorite to hike. Nice safe and close, except the time one of the scouts tried to throw a rock at a bull moose. He was stopped in time.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoQJqfWWaDs055hlQx9mlrlsbVPrpDBc3et2ircodwc161hCFfamPax00OGkTQsK1AA2tzMyRJqZVq7nI19ipvj7evYEaapZJgcNJNwuWWjc_ZNEXLoNpygglB5yrPlcsjCSDljX_AGw/s1600/hot+springs.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoQJqfWWaDs055hlQx9mlrlsbVPrpDBc3et2ircodwc161hCFfamPax00OGkTQsK1AA2tzMyRJqZVq7nI19ipvj7evYEaapZJgcNJNwuWWjc_ZNEXLoNpygglB5yrPlcsjCSDljX_AGw/s400/hot+springs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578565240850394418" border="0" />These are the diamond fork hot springs. Another favorite hike. Each pool is a different temperature and can be drained or add cold water to it. We go during the day because at night they are full of naked BYU students. Its a good 3 miles in and 3 miles out but worth it.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizv_VkwVFE3EmUOp9uqLaAzcHv2kc8kY5jTM_pww3c2c1WMII8_E9oMcCTmNMapZyH3xVuWoToFhY8m6CQWbvIN6EqxnLfnFvJD6nvD7lkNYDoC3-CLBgok0_BZgoAAtJsDvDbc_amjNM/s1600/scouts+2+067.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizv_VkwVFE3EmUOp9uqLaAzcHv2kc8kY5jTM_pww3c2c1WMII8_E9oMcCTmNMapZyH3xVuWoToFhY8m6CQWbvIN6EqxnLfnFvJD6nvD7lkNYDoC3-CLBgok0_BZgoAAtJsDvDbc_amjNM/s400/scouts+2+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563830241500130" border="0" />This is scout camp in Idaho. Since I have been scout master I have had one aspergers, 3 autistic, one bi-polar and one down syndrome scout. So I get to do most of the activities with the boys to make sure they don't drown. We just earned the canoeing merit badge in this picture. I went out and flip, drained and got back in the canoe 4 times. I also signed up for the mile swim but you had to swim a half mile to qualify. I swam the half mile and felt accomplished enough and didn't swim the full mile.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmk3aadWuWUsyxcfTdXfx_n-pgnCg1B4kUMAf1sH87XqgQdPTdz31b-CG44i0K2VXx0VSuNfwcIHWS7vmY0vSCGVE1UkFY3cu8XIUphaSCtSie8PdIky_U4oWhN3Yj9o94tERzA6TQvyY/s1600/scouts+2+039.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmk3aadWuWUsyxcfTdXfx_n-pgnCg1B4kUMAf1sH87XqgQdPTdz31b-CG44i0K2VXx0VSuNfwcIHWS7vmY0vSCGVE1UkFY3cu8XIUphaSCtSie8PdIky_U4oWhN3Yj9o94tERzA6TQvyY/s400/scouts+2+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563825886739554" border="0" />Oh the adventures of the wilderness survival merit badge. I went out and stayed with the boys to keep an on a few of them who have handy caps. The boys made the shelters out of wood but I just tied a rope between trees and hung my poncho over it. But when I went to crawl into my bag the biggest wolf spider I have ever seen was there to greet me. I had some fun dreams that night.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUe7XFUaJXszFFLAodhtxyZ1cpxX2usTdvQfsXxIjniuJ25bWw47SndBQk9SoA5nwh3f1rrygwt-kzY1paLfrC7BzQzA5qMqpWFHSi3WDV8-qXk5BQNU1Pq8JpL7kSIi5dpz5Hu-lNes/s1600/scouts+2+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUe7XFUaJXszFFLAodhtxyZ1cpxX2usTdvQfsXxIjniuJ25bWw47SndBQk9SoA5nwh3f1rrygwt-kzY1paLfrC7BzQzA5qMqpWFHSi3WDV8-qXk5BQNU1Pq8JpL7kSIi5dpz5Hu-lNes/s400/scouts+2+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563326804492274" border="0" />Candy and Twelve year old boys. Ya<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxnso0Vx-X5lLV4KkemHwzBjFdjpaAl78Oqk7i6H_zoWaPDH3K2Nt_Qaa8fmqe0e9FJ7eoZoWTM3g4eFRMtoFzn0UGeoe_rAfEqHwmxWL62QIuzV-eaxHpblFUWlEpc5gooudB348U4M/s1600/scouts+2+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxnso0Vx-X5lLV4KkemHwzBjFdjpaAl78Oqk7i6H_zoWaPDH3K2Nt_Qaa8fmqe0e9FJ7eoZoWTM3g4eFRMtoFzn0UGeoe_rAfEqHwmxWL62QIuzV-eaxHpblFUWlEpc5gooudB348U4M/s400/scouts+2+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578563324980479874" border="0" />This young man didn't want to bring his scout shirt to camp. So he got the loner and had to wear it to all the meetings. He now brings his scout shirt.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-bVoAF7PaxdSS4IiJBlMRUmoKcXqVw3Uc3fickKtpa9NbrnaifXedn42t-0belBYItMau7cQ7LF16I5eactKfb45erzbguwzCrS8W1wZhsLTkacNz01Hn5-ZrA5pPoctzmRqNri3Cmc/s1600/misc+scout+pictures+028.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-bVoAF7PaxdSS4IiJBlMRUmoKcXqVw3Uc3fickKtpa9NbrnaifXedn42t-0belBYItMau7cQ7LF16I5eactKfb45erzbguwzCrS8W1wZhsLTkacNz01Hn5-ZrA5pPoctzmRqNri3Cmc/s400/misc+scout+pictures+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562437573615330" border="0" /><br />He walked head first into the rock. So I told him to move it. I didn't think he would take me seriously.<br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxGvgGxjWR6dTUFf6xVrAcTiTjiiwFBkwOxCh7GKm58t853Ka3OssH3whP6EXCUgn1Z_fqHmHuB6KFyKrnvqSTvcEN2y8XUkFliNy4nsCOquL4034otTfEO83QWCGPhsDTrYOpLYGYaQ/s1600/misc+scout+pictures+026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxGvgGxjWR6dTUFf6xVrAcTiTjiiwFBkwOxCh7GKm58t853Ka3OssH3whP6EXCUgn1Z_fqHmHuB6KFyKrnvqSTvcEN2y8XUkFliNy4nsCOquL4034otTfEO83QWCGPhsDTrYOpLYGYaQ/s400/misc+scout+pictures+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562435295580514" border="0" />I don't know how to move the picture the right direction. But this is little wild horse canyon. It was a great slot canyon hike. It flash flooded a few days before so we had some water and debris to deal with. Great hike, 11 miles but I recommend it. There were a few parts we had to shimmy up the canyon to be able to keep going.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRx3yRTysSFdCV7y2OKhWs-HDxscRp3j8xMT8kUwmJN2votbtbLpcHs3pT3q5FTmOau2LiekLF38zzOhfs9Ww0KkDMvEzsb04sTdDbKYNLLtnaq1Ip0Xyvs0XjYjmhvbKYhyphenhyphenR414H7Pw/s1600/misc+scout+pictures+021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRx3yRTysSFdCV7y2OKhWs-HDxscRp3j8xMT8kUwmJN2votbtbLpcHs3pT3q5FTmOau2LiekLF38zzOhfs9Ww0KkDMvEzsb04sTdDbKYNLLtnaq1Ip0Xyvs0XjYjmhvbKYhyphenhyphenR414H7Pw/s400/misc+scout+pictures+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562164495903186" border="0" />Little wild horse canyon.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGB-RdIqh-GmHCkBW5rH_C2jl-oZU8cIm_GQuxh47i0g5khsFB2zjZey91mEx6iGjVEyz4b_XBKn-9Dy9_KgpNck7Qa4kK3zDD7wnek2HISipyfbMkGcGMceqbqxOqanFOJZtxXVYcKc/s1600/misc+scout+pictures+018.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGB-RdIqh-GmHCkBW5rH_C2jl-oZU8cIm_GQuxh47i0g5khsFB2zjZey91mEx6iGjVEyz4b_XBKn-9Dy9_KgpNck7Qa4kK3zDD7wnek2HISipyfbMkGcGMceqbqxOqanFOJZtxXVYcKc/s400/misc+scout+pictures+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578562155051725250" border="0" />Just before the hike. You can't see them but the bugs were horrible.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGsIKSzQEUdjG7jdj-WbjlEi2-CVLB5hszKZNNrkt39ufks7lcRpuzNMd7VNDMt9PUpX3nM7O1ChJh3Ixrnh8bsqwL_WFN8sUwIpOAkWDLUDscfvr3gsA1T9XTiNy5EIchaBz3DyIZNk/s1600/SW-Goblin-Valley-Goblins-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGsIKSzQEUdjG7jdj-WbjlEi2-CVLB5hszKZNNrkt39ufks7lcRpuzNMd7VNDMt9PUpX3nM7O1ChJh3Ixrnh8bsqwL_WFN8sUwIpOAkWDLUDscfvr3gsA1T9XTiNy5EIchaBz3DyIZNk/s400/SW-Goblin-Valley-Goblins-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578561309760939298" border="0" />This is goblin valley. Each of the mushrooms is about 6 to 14 feet tall. We played capture the flag here for hours. I deam it the worlds best capture the flag arena anywhere. We used about 200 feet of rope as our boundary line and you could run on top of the mushrooms or between them. It made me want to go home and watch labyrinth.<br /><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXCBTDhW0tbsWaO28PvBfGBwCSZ9xe7BNAu5p2CoUKxaGBOdoCYwJVum1zbC0q5cTcq5UUvxXcNjdFfhIoihsE_shm0O-Mrbo9JlfJSPftG45zpVwGqoz5A-YYVpb_OgrSpbQKr323U0/s1600/misc+scout+pictures+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXCBTDhW0tbsWaO28PvBfGBwCSZ9xe7BNAu5p2CoUKxaGBOdoCYwJVum1zbC0q5cTcq5UUvxXcNjdFfhIoihsE_shm0O-Mrbo9JlfJSPftG45zpVwGqoz5A-YYVpb_OgrSpbQKr323U0/s400/misc+scout+pictures+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578561304878955442" border="0" /></a>We eat good, breakfast burritos. oh-ya. I just happen to be cooking, it is usually the boys. But if I am going to eat it. I help.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZkOuTy4pk-hvOry_KK2zdDF36IFcu0YczWaJ4iw4Nf6TwX1DyAwiMi7E6CQu6TAHC6xxbA7RvtBEluL0MSz3rfcGvcu-LYVUXMJ-Ori0IcMUytDJt4ITxabgAJObfYEnSS4p6kqQY5A/s1600/P1010145.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZkOuTy4pk-hvOry_KK2zdDF36IFcu0YczWaJ4iw4Nf6TwX1DyAwiMi7E6CQu6TAHC6xxbA7RvtBEluL0MSz3rfcGvcu-LYVUXMJ-Ori0IcMUytDJt4ITxabgAJObfYEnSS4p6kqQY5A/s400/P1010145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578560572854728210" border="0" /></a>For the Metal Working Merit Badge we made knifes. We went to Lyndsey's step dads work where he is a sells rep for ESAB welding. The boys had to Mig, Tig, Plasma cut and Torch Cut. We the made the knives out of 18-8 stainless flat stock, a ax handle and epoxy. It was a blast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq61bdhypKrSiubnLL6hv2rjRpRTt3wDQ-P8J6GKIY46ptLXlnXb4-5NhNxwA3lte7x0ZnhHi6M9bpPsw-D0TAV6J2s722rBf_v0ItqlulGROn_NjBVKir4114mHw85CGWc79g7TnCplQ/s1600/P1010144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq61bdhypKrSiubnLL6hv2rjRpRTt3wDQ-P8J6GKIY46ptLXlnXb4-5NhNxwA3lte7x0ZnhHi6M9bpPsw-D0TAV6J2s722rBf_v0ItqlulGROn_NjBVKir4114mHw85CGWc79g7TnCplQ/s400/P1010144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578560574548903298" border="0" /></a>We also made home made snow shoes. We used emt conduit, construction fencing, zip ties, string and rope. We then snow shoed into a cabin. One of the boys complained because he was sinking about 3 inches in the snow. So he took them off and then sank to his waist in the snow. So we found out these actually worked. I was surprised because I just made them up from extra junk I had laying around at work.lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-85343837871435588872010-10-21T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-21T20:45:34.181-07:00BraceFaceIT'S OFFICIAL! I'M 12 AGAIN! Thanks to my Momma Mia, who insisted she come to my appointment with me, I have a plethora of pictures for remembrance.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">BEFORE</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDLSd38cOHmLUlp-7WhHqLdPvJnPFmjwwhZqbmzeXxeOjUqosiIUibN2zv1PVFBB2lmhW0LlriUIbcSmRiIMyr0VzP35htZPc2eeiXWarM-bhLXpndKTD9H8bYVcMkZV15t5KtseDVuw/s1600/P1000664.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDLSd38cOHmLUlp-7WhHqLdPvJnPFmjwwhZqbmzeXxeOjUqosiIUibN2zv1PVFBB2lmhW0LlriUIbcSmRiIMyr0VzP35htZPc2eeiXWarM-bhLXpndKTD9H8bYVcMkZV15t5KtseDVuw/s400/P1000664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705375875121218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />DURING</span> (and my favorite for obvious reasons)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHGRdejHwSzHSqfGwvk5ekmJlPNmanByAH89pew8huxds1rKTNFg3MblYuu9swoHeW5rgfXuA2BGxMw7hDEhwVFDOy8KSABKHb5_KReD1CU7J0gHce7bjkB9cQNzl9FHVe2HlQD0nGic/s1600/P1000669.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHGRdejHwSzHSqfGwvk5ekmJlPNmanByAH89pew8huxds1rKTNFg3MblYuu9swoHeW5rgfXuA2BGxMw7hDEhwVFDOy8KSABKHb5_KReD1CU7J0gHce7bjkB9cQNzl9FHVe2HlQD0nGic/s400/P1000669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530706357462873698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />AFTER</span> -<br />I had to get a pic next to the board with my name on it! My mom actually got a pic of me AND Duncan (my fellow BraceFace). He was arriving as I was leaving. I made sure to wish him luck :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ5_KlI40nam8R-JOffAJei0kMpOM3xQk_RUgtIFdg-Ehcy9Mc1MH70OKX5-fdE6JJ1FAn0ygPoY_3isxdsukEn8nCOzw2uVmv99Onjlizn_0GMemvbaOd5Xo9Ozry8ArtaIxpyOgZk8/s1600/P1000677.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ5_KlI40nam8R-JOffAJei0kMpOM3xQk_RUgtIFdg-Ehcy9Mc1MH70OKX5-fdE6JJ1FAn0ygPoY_3isxdsukEn8nCOzw2uVmv99Onjlizn_0GMemvbaOd5Xo9Ozry8ArtaIxpyOgZk8/s400/P1000677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530707107538853778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm quickly remembering what braces were like. Wax is my new best friend as well as anything of an edible nature that is smooth, soft, and creamy. Really, the only downside of all this is having everyone I know see me and say "Why did you get braces? Your teeth are straight!"... I don't have a short/easy answer so instead I think I'll start saying "It's part of my Halloween costume."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6emEMFSkA-nA9PeWMns1XBvsRb1MDcvXR2jPoywGkOdJDUjYswQIzmmwiJjDvU4xh96LcpN6Bf_ShsNZv_mUJxJwF0diRklCb9jbkFqR2yU50FhU1M9aJRCPfIuiuy7c9mX2ZiS7rG4w/s1600/P1000684.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6emEMFSkA-nA9PeWMns1XBvsRb1MDcvXR2jPoywGkOdJDUjYswQIzmmwiJjDvU4xh96LcpN6Bf_ShsNZv_mUJxJwF0diRklCb9jbkFqR2yU50FhU1M9aJRCPfIuiuy7c9mX2ZiS7rG4w/s400/P1000684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705896257569778" border="0" /></a><br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-46514109700216864612010-10-19T08:04:00.001-07:002010-10-19T08:16:43.614-07:00Redefining Beautiful<div style="text-align: center;">I heard about these girls on the news this morning (not this exact video, but very similar)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Too often in our celebrity-driven culture, beauty is defined by the products a woman puts on her face. But a group of teenage girls in Texas has set out to change that idea, one makeup-free face at a time. "<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4NzUwMDY1NzM5MCZwdD*xMjg3NTAwNjg2NDY4JnA9MTI1ODQxMSZkPUFCQ*5ld3NfU*ZQX*xvY2tlX*VtYmVkJm49Ymxv/Z2dlciZnPTImbz*xNWNkZGY4ZWViYWM*ZDJkYmUyOTlmOThhMTljYjRhMiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" id="ABCESNWID" width="344" height="278"><param name="movie" value="http://abcnews.go.com/assets/player/walt2.6/flash/SFP_Walt.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="flashvars" value="configUrl=http://abcnews.go.com/video/sfp/embedPlayerConfig&configId=406732&clipId=11833941&showId=11832439&gig_lt=1287500657390&gig_pt=1287500686468&gig_g=2&gig_n=blogger"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed src="http://abcnews.go.com/assets/player/walt2.6/flash/SFP_Walt.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configUrl=http://abcnews.go.com/video/sfp/embedPlayerConfig&configId=406732&clipId=11833941&showId=11832439&gig_lt=1287500657390&gig_pt=1287500686468&gig_g=2&gig_n=blogger" name="ABCESNWID" width="344" height="278"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE this! Way to go girls!</div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-68815408926334090002010-10-13T17:24:00.000-07:002010-10-13T18:13:21.846-07:00A Series of Unexpected (but not unfortunate) Events<span style="font-weight: bold;">1.<br /></span>My retainer no longer fits correctly despite religious wear-age from the day my braces came off<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />2.<br /></span></span>I found out that my insurance covers (and has covered) orthodontia<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />3.<br /></span></span>I found out that my insurance cuts off coverage at the age of 24 (Happy 24th Birthday to me on December 1st)<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />4.<br /></span></span>I was squeezed in today for what I thought was a consultation to discuss my options<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>to fix the problems I have with my teeth/jaw<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />5.<br /></span></span>The secretary apparently scheduled me for a retainer fitting...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />6.<br /></span></span>Consequently, over the course of 3 hours the Dr. who, granted, was very nice, knowledgeable, and did not make me feel rushed, flitted from other patients, to me, to other patients to me (luckily I had an open schedule today)<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />7.<br /></span></span>I'm getting braces...again...oh, and that is just prep for the jaw surgery I need...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span>I can't believe it! First of all I walked into that appointment thinking "Ladi-da, I'll just get Invisaline and that will fix everything, ho-hum" Apparently I was a little naive. It shouldn't surprise me that I have this structural defect - my mom had the exact same problem and surgery I'm needing and my original braces were in effort to avoid this step. I guess it was so long ago that I had braces or talked to anyone about this that I thought the problem was gone *magic*<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Second, I feel like I'm reverting back to age 12. You would think that being older and more "mature" ;) would keep a person from feeling insecure about getting the dreaded braces, but I can't help myself - the feelings are all coming back to me.<br /><br />So not only is this happening, but it's happening quick. I got a workup done then and there at the office today. Then I got spacers placed to get ready for the braces that I will be getting *drum-roll* next Wednesday! Ahhhhh! I thought for sure I was going to have a breakdown when I got in the car, but I didn't (still don't know how I avoided that). <br /><br />Of course the biggest stress-er is the money issue ~ I don't need to go into it too much, but anyone who has had/paid for braces knows they are expensive and even with insurance the cost definitely won't go unnoticed. Luckily since my problem is a functional problem (the doctor says I'm probably only using maybe 1/2 my teeth right now) insurance SHOULD cover the surgery portion when the time comes. The definitive "will cover" won't be ultimately approved until I get closer to the actual surgical event.<br /><br />So these have been the events of my day. I'm still stunned, questioning myself about the triviality of it all. Luckily have a wonderful husband who is supporting this decision ~ thanks Sweetie <3<br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-11659913915475904062010-10-04T19:26:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:42:50.270-07:00PHOTOGRAPHYSo my brother in-law (Skyler's brother) and sister-in-law who live in Baltimore just got there family photos. I can't help but rave about this woman's talent! I saw these pictures and decided I want to have a child and move to Baltimore right now, just so Katie Ash can be our photographer.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Look at this adorable family! We sure miss you guys :)<br /></div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5020213747_587303742b_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 550px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5020213747_587303742b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I can't get enough of cute Brooklynn's Smile</div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5020744536_2224da758d_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 724px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5020744536_2224da758d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Unfortunately Baltimore is the key here, but check out these other photos, if for no other reason but for the "awwww" factor</span><h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://katiesphotogblog.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://katiesphotogblog.blogsp</span>ot.com/</a></span></h6>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-61844035206017225992010-10-03T15:16:00.000-07:002010-10-03T16:45:08.719-07:00Las VegasSkyler and I were able to take an awesome and much needed vacation between summer and fall semesters. We went with 2 other couples in our ward, Marta/Andrew and Rick/Brittni.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In our rented Suburban we began our trip which first led us to Las Vegas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEEH0FdF7TGwZEDckpKi4pT9ISBKiHtTLXLD2uBRx1EaIasYECqLBx46LiIsiSyKgaFAqdO_15Y7zf7CAY7zpJc0on1mAREAMUQw1dF17AK-Qcz8kiYermc6XTX_nTHatAKm_m9v_XhA/s1600/P1000129.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEEH0FdF7TGwZEDckpKi4pT9ISBKiHtTLXLD2uBRx1EaIasYECqLBx46LiIsiSyKgaFAqdO_15Y7zf7CAY7zpJc0on1mAREAMUQw1dF17AK-Qcz8kiYermc6XTX_nTHatAKm_m9v_XhA/s400/P1000129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523950555726415298" border="0" /></a>The ceiling at the Venetian<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyVgBm373JBZfY0FRy35OfHyNrmEjh-ygiOdlxDTU_qhzHt123rnvM47Uwlg9uWlGTpjsmfI4_7r5qZEe0jA7F0-lTGpguEvsFvZi6dJ7QlDTf_QfYnb1lJUJx3XNf6rK_1ZKI3-IeZs/s1600/P1000145.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyVgBm373JBZfY0FRy35OfHyNrmEjh-ygiOdlxDTU_qhzHt123rnvM47Uwlg9uWlGTpjsmfI4_7r5qZEe0jA7F0-lTGpguEvsFvZi6dJ7QlDTf_QfYnb1lJUJx3XNf6rK_1ZKI3-IeZs/s400/P1000145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523952831396162226" border="0" /></a>INSIDE THE VENETIAN: I've never seen the real thing, but this place was pretty amazing. I actually got this pic from online, but it looked exactly like this. We walked through at about midnight and it looked like midday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.travelpod.com/users/sallyandsacha/1.1267284354.inside-venetian.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 662px;" src="http://images.travelpod.com/users/sallyandsacha/1.1267284354.inside-venetian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>If you've ever been to Las Vegas you can imagine what it looked like on a Saturday night. Although it was fun to see MOST of the sights, I told Skyler that I think we experienced enough Las Vegas for ourselves as well as our future children's lifetime.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7_uquQncXJtoxRyL4RGYZQXaQkZpx9P5icfx2tAUZX0ar61aMTlwdxjJo0RY5UVmEcGvvCgAZ65uavMWHnfC8516EulVHPHEz24_j4tdjbhxJYI2ZqswLbqjzZEBQcyE3ZrIX-S9dAs/s1600/P1000146.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7_uquQncXJtoxRyL4RGYZQXaQkZpx9P5icfx2tAUZX0ar61aMTlwdxjJo0RY5UVmEcGvvCgAZ65uavMWHnfC8516EulVHPHEz24_j4tdjbhxJYI2ZqswLbqjzZEBQcyE3ZrIX-S9dAs/s400/P1000146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523952841006558946" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM36f-hvYGl1tGGh7RVnn_H2_RCMHAmB3ACsCUoehw7Xd3Qs8tFhTQ47kNm8NdK4nEdPalrGH3jXF5y5osL0jfgpS-q9l7N1Tc0Jit6fiyCOo9njE7i9HrL4ucLszJOrs9bhVOlR_yBAg/s1600/P1000147.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM36f-hvYGl1tGGh7RVnn_H2_RCMHAmB3ACsCUoehw7Xd3Qs8tFhTQ47kNm8NdK4nEdPalrGH3jXF5y5osL0jfgpS-q9l7N1Tc0Jit6fiyCOo9njE7i9HrL4ucLszJOrs9bhVOlR_yBAg/s400/P1000147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523962247767800674" border="0" /></a>The ceiling at the Bellagio is made up of 2,000 hand blown glass flowers. It was gorgeous. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGjJZ1jFlKTwj9c-Op_uYPV1t8XXhrlyFT4xsK1gSuawfZZCSHZGHixsg6YAtLhgN8EOaoRjE3XLzUnL0RvT9_fOAECvdDB4YmWnHpqzPO1mZdO2JvlAEdBTxG8-xY1ZunECe6exO7QU/s1600/P1000148-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGjJZ1jFlKTwj9c-Op_uYPV1t8XXhrlyFT4xsK1gSuawfZZCSHZGHixsg6YAtLhgN8EOaoRjE3XLzUnL0RvT9_fOAECvdDB4YmWnHpqzPO1mZdO2JvlAEdBTxG8-xY1ZunECe6exO7QU/s400/P1000148-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523965180103092866" border="0" /></a>We managed to keep our eyes open (mostly) for one last pic that night before we went to bed.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE6-D4hia61mS4UX7S2l2wNgH6Rq2m5Lm-aUb1XykSmmTQ9pxM4tGH7lNusGBEjXqUgtFnuJTsCkVZBRfg9nSCjVEpUjr8H8q1dxhT7QlZiGeJMYERYNcrG-V18PjNpJ6K9z62wsBVKA/s1600/P1000158-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE6-D4hia61mS4UX7S2l2wNgH6Rq2m5Lm-aUb1XykSmmTQ9pxM4tGH7lNusGBEjXqUgtFnuJTsCkVZBRfg9nSCjVEpUjr8H8q1dxhT7QlZiGeJMYERYNcrG-V18PjNpJ6K9z62wsBVKA/s400/P1000158-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523968054657359298" border="0" /></a></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-18891857450708910032010-09-20T15:42:00.001-07:002010-09-20T16:03:52.831-07:003 pictures I can't get enough of<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">#1</span><br />Dr. Alissa<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SPCFFalENsc8cCZC0BMRDHvChe-T50Is2g9wXgbWCCCGUrWOe55A1UmpWdWxyd6pSIpt4mV_72W9FK50cpuq7eMTP8gZnVdZqzg-q15yF5R0fH0aUSR32p-FN7qcy1LxK44Ntly4pbw/s1600/Dr.+Alissa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SPCFFalENsc8cCZC0BMRDHvChe-T50Is2g9wXgbWCCCGUrWOe55A1UmpWdWxyd6pSIpt4mV_72W9FK50cpuq7eMTP8gZnVdZqzg-q15yF5R0fH0aUSR32p-FN7qcy1LxK44Ntly4pbw/s400/Dr.+Alissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519130007496941746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">#2</span></span><br />Dr. Abby<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wGYwOpoqm9fS90Gvno0ITnUE-vrLWUbhqkZS70L_WCV12uOjFMZfce0dpJMWQ2m5By8uxOKNGyyRU78tfn9iEm3L16qtCksMS6DqKKf3-7sadVNhH5FlY3DCBWSZr8Qm7dmhB9LBmp0/s1600/Dr.+Abby.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wGYwOpoqm9fS90Gvno0ITnUE-vrLWUbhqkZS70L_WCV12uOjFMZfce0dpJMWQ2m5By8uxOKNGyyRU78tfn9iEm3L16qtCksMS6DqKKf3-7sadVNhH5FlY3DCBWSZr8Qm7dmhB9LBmp0/s400/Dr.+Abby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519129991274813138" border="0" /></a>It just so happens that I'm going through my Pediatrics class right now and pics #1 and #2 are PERFECT theme pictures to decorate my school folders. I love showing off my nieces to all my fellow classmates.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">#3</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Handsome Haven and Lovely Lauren</span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDPJEe45dSPEWubXhhPRHJy0d0ghpsjdv-Hq3srxfEQ4L7qOAzjH4CFxMlRgk-cZ4YXxpXB5bU2LxblGWCtXKN7dMe5MsDAFLsTayuGVrgK2fy7pzraQKSLe4zYmDpF5ovUNZtYZRicc/s1600/Chillin'+twins.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDPJEe45dSPEWubXhhPRHJy0d0ghpsjdv-Hq3srxfEQ4L7qOAzjH4CFxMlRgk-cZ4YXxpXB5bU2LxblGWCtXKN7dMe5MsDAFLsTayuGVrgK2fy7pzraQKSLe4zYmDpF5ovUNZtYZRicc/s400/Chillin'+twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519130354211504962" border="0" /></a>This gorgeous pic of these two gorgeous babies (siblings of above nieces, so a.k.a nephew and niece) make me smile every time I open my computer (it is currently serving as my desktop at home). I look at this picture which to me emanates complete contentedness and love.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">**These are my sisters kids - she is amazing at photography and picture editing and I can't get enough of all the perfect moments she captures ~ of course this means I'm constantly yoinking (is this a word?) her photos :) Thanks sis!**<br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-11038809718607887352010-09-15T18:51:00.000-07:002010-09-15T19:31:22.096-07:00New CameraPart of the treat to ourselves before we went on our post-summer/pre-fall semester vacation was to purchase a new camera - my 2005 Kodak camera was just not cutting it anymore. We purchased a Panasonic Lumix from Costco. Now, we are not anything near camera/photography experts, but we L.O.V.E. this thing. It's perfect for what we needed ~ small enough to carry around for all-purpose use and the pics turn out pretty good, plus it has some fun features.<br /><br />I was trying to hurry up and learn this new technology before we left on vacation so I was taking pictures of EVERYTHING lol Here are some of those oh-so-pointless pics :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is probably my favorite pic of my Chet-ster. I love how he's peeking out from under his bangs...yes, our dog has bangs<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDkrPk-jjxazWY5aAx5vIh-lm5DG7qQqvDhYPax0Dpxo4hDIVSDR2VkRMVfSb05UQJD68Qjsagj_3ACRWlAaMVYbzR6IewTD9kVCHR0TkDC14dCaRVwWjr8kjZj8lU5ZD7KWmDeVBRsV8/s1600/P1000008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDkrPk-jjxazWY5aAx5vIh-lm5DG7qQqvDhYPax0Dpxo4hDIVSDR2VkRMVfSb05UQJD68Qjsagj_3ACRWlAaMVYbzR6IewTD9kVCHR0TkDC14dCaRVwWjr8kjZj8lU5ZD7KWmDeVBRsV8/s400/P1000008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517327064675172066" border="0" /></a>This is my self proclaimed mascot at work. Really I just like to look at it after having to deal with a difficult/mean/angry patient and then daydreaming about becoming green and powerful<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXfRk0jX4cf98Ymn0hq90zatMfRrKRrT5XyyTCR_OILxY-sNNikZcWzPOcVnQLdcL6w3wi3FCM07F5jMl9KAIpbCoyb7qO2WL6nE1m8lGGInWy7Lx665lwfugVe8mE_8iDxQ_1en5hGI/s1600/P1000043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXfRk0jX4cf98Ymn0hq90zatMfRrKRrT5XyyTCR_OILxY-sNNikZcWzPOcVnQLdcL6w3wi3FCM07F5jMl9KAIpbCoyb7qO2WL6nE1m8lGGInWy7Lx665lwfugVe8mE_8iDxQ_1en5hGI/s400/P1000043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517327563724108722" border="0" /></a>My workin' legs<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKk5wFHFhf7gg1E3-7oR6c4VBmqKMjjLBGRmp1BMIf48jqkmxpGSl9lczTvBgvN3Y-NPB8gdvxtyEsV1jfpnfjfMiexM1o20x2qV7BtumsGEglS0ZiguUzPXRyAZYvCbqhxd115Xerbs/s1600/P1000062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKk5wFHFhf7gg1E3-7oR6c4VBmqKMjjLBGRmp1BMIf48jqkmxpGSl9lczTvBgvN3Y-NPB8gdvxtyEsV1jfpnfjfMiexM1o20x2qV7BtumsGEglS0ZiguUzPXRyAZYvCbqhxd115Xerbs/s400/P1000062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328279877951714" border="0" /></a>Self Portrait: I call it "Chompers"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO6aFR6bm-HQfeDEqn3gjFZtPcnyap-rs1I19chyphenhyphenNleCNTWlxXMUvGb123FVnEhnReJAEqG0-z8wQM_N6BG0nBHHX0dmVcjotunoLHKu2pkoKNlqABOCVfnrvG0t65o43OYN3RD0RwSA/s1600/P1000084.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO6aFR6bm-HQfeDEqn3gjFZtPcnyap-rs1I19chyphenhyphenNleCNTWlxXMUvGb123FVnEhnReJAEqG0-z8wQM_N6BG0nBHHX0dmVcjotunoLHKu2pkoKNlqABOCVfnrvG0t65o43OYN3RD0RwSA/s400/P1000084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328895815513586" border="0" /></a>This is our pepper plant from our garden ~ de-lish!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGyz3qjCGOIZIqDf8MohAEer5hwfjkfCNEunK8P_YMokf7jtgv4B0MY9TM1HzapuyvRy9NEGzVeCUXlTCVCk2ECZYu4Blxi77ZsbEN3rPHItW9rxyLsfCqbDnIW0tGNLNDye1hIcQYDw/s1600/P1000095.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGyz3qjCGOIZIqDf8MohAEer5hwfjkfCNEunK8P_YMokf7jtgv4B0MY9TM1HzapuyvRy9NEGzVeCUXlTCVCk2ECZYu4Blxi77ZsbEN3rPHItW9rxyLsfCqbDnIW0tGNLNDye1hIcQYDw/s400/P1000095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517330027167139890" border="0" /></a>Garden Lantern<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXxesVtReQTdpNGtOrPLf_hVj-vXonoyJXhMOe_r_3HZLptrboTUsVxmVUYNfgVMhzXv9QWHgCGJb-2SEG4NwxiSEAUznd2LsSA1AgS9k4JFMt48E7kaX1TY4ldrr3dPjA8zil8OBONo/s1600/P1000101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXxesVtReQTdpNGtOrPLf_hVj-vXonoyJXhMOe_r_3HZLptrboTUsVxmVUYNfgVMhzXv9QWHgCGJb-2SEG4NwxiSEAUznd2LsSA1AgS9k4JFMt48E7kaX1TY4ldrr3dPjA8zil8OBONo/s400/P1000101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517331553601725362" border="0" /></a>Scratching<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg448EL7GLBunMnUiiubGlTwktu-04AaA0XasNexUdBpGBGTVmvqS-2vtOQCaLOxBBMIFB94FZmYmgzXWmz6tpQqyb_piyEIzNOYC6Tu5nEu4BUMFlncirfzakHCEeMaMHJ3abzejRFYZ8/s1600/P1000103.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg448EL7GLBunMnUiiubGlTwktu-04AaA0XasNexUdBpGBGTVmvqS-2vtOQCaLOxBBMIFB94FZmYmgzXWmz6tpQqyb_piyEIzNOYC6Tu5nEu4BUMFlncirfzakHCEeMaMHJ3abzejRFYZ8/s400/P1000103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517332129809627506" border="0" /></a>I really liked the "film grain" feature, hence all of the black and white - it just seemed to make everything look better.<br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-18972906260518257022010-08-25T08:41:00.000-07:002010-08-26T16:04:10.162-07:00Fall is in the air<div style="text-align: center;">Well, I can't believe it but August is almost over...where does the time go anymore?! Skyler and I are just getting back into the swing of things with school after enjoying a glorious break from it. We even got to go on a vacation during the break to the happiest place on earth ~post on that to come~ Although I am a warm weather lover all around, I'm finding it hard to fight the realization that, yes, I am kind of excited for Fall (and don't tell anyone, but even the thought of the first snow around the holidays makes me feel all cozy). I'm sure I will be writing another post come January about how I can't stand the brown winters, but as for now I guess I will welcome the beauty and blessings that seasons bring.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wirelesstheatrecompany.co.uk/download/4-seasons-1-tree.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.wirelesstheatrecompany.co.uk/download/4-seasons-1-tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-72741490766587784372010-07-22T16:04:00.001-07:002010-08-27T16:47:59.484-07:00Summer TimeSo, as I'm sure it has for everyone - this summer has been CRAZY! Skyler and I have been running around doing all sorts of fun stuff: school, work, scouts, primary, family, some fun - a lotta-bit of everything :) Hence why I haven't been able to blog. That and the fact that there really aren't any interesting pictures - but oh well, I'll post what we've got.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Father's Day</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my dad on Father's Day Sunday. We went over to his and my step-mom, Joan's house to eat dinner and celebrate dads. I think I must get my not-sure-what-to-do-in-pictures attitude from my dad. That explains his goofy smiles LOL<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95mfrgI_fjyVEjabfeUnZobYB7JQQqVe_hW0PRkvcoByFFKxgFix-QOwtKUkt5HzBGYn_DVYnNqaLD7TIuwXWp5_urcSg-rDIlwRUbFN9-Ec2y5f3K75gBTvdxXOBWamgzwPaumu4BL0/s1600/photos+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95mfrgI_fjyVEjabfeUnZobYB7JQQqVe_hW0PRkvcoByFFKxgFix-QOwtKUkt5HzBGYn_DVYnNqaLD7TIuwXWp5_urcSg-rDIlwRUbFN9-Ec2y5f3K75gBTvdxXOBWamgzwPaumu4BL0/s400/photos+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496873262881825090" border="0" /></a>I told my dad I wanted to get a picture with him so that I could see how much we look alike - he wouldn't smile, but I'm still amazed at mine and his resemblance. Yep, I'm his daughter.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXpICN8yT7qFWIGGcJOViYdDsl_tf9_jjcpvbR4fafaGSU7CfZ5mK3Wo1GYYSFLjqxZS8aNVYvGDulyoY9k9oN1DvBB05qb38w8ZYkxft8k6b_03JjREPCPB91POhOsK1FXNHN9UsYCE/s1600/photos+010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXpICN8yT7qFWIGGcJOViYdDsl_tf9_jjcpvbR4fafaGSU7CfZ5mK3Wo1GYYSFLjqxZS8aNVYvGDulyoY9k9oN1DvBB05qb38w8ZYkxft8k6b_03JjREPCPB91POhOsK1FXNHN9UsYCE/s400/photos+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496873244735380402" border="0" /></a>Who would have thought aviators could look so good?? ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoiRv0HXrsNb0joJdh1wNjAhkPbocrxlgIn5xxq-0PEUchz4b8NO1HFLKq8Uhv672BrByuvfG00UoWUukyEwBoOu2JkGEiu3XKh68X7vhyphenhyphennYw5Ob5qxNYMm1YLD1Rg9NtY5buXAULDjI/s1600/Summer+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoiRv0HXrsNb0joJdh1wNjAhkPbocrxlgIn5xxq-0PEUchz4b8NO1HFLKq8Uhv672BrByuvfG00UoWUukyEwBoOu2JkGEiu3XKh68X7vhyphenhyphennYw5Ob5qxNYMm1YLD1Rg9NtY5buXAULDjI/s400/Summer+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496873252165084914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Bells Canyon</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went on a hike up Bells Canyon here in Utah. It was such a hard but beautiful hike. We were able to get my friend Aleta, and her friend Amber and Amber's boyfriend Sam to come with us. It was a gorgeous view from the top. We actually ended up missing the turnoff to the waterfall on the first go around, but it was okay because the canyon was beautiful and we found a nice place to snack and rest.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHebx28HO0NWopJLApJK8KrSxAl3SUcqpb1BReOYcv1ON2gbjWm4BBCMXFBHqSTMWpgT43I0szbr5t7vRnosG-o_JGvWeGypaAu8-MAwq6VWfy-oRuKh8ItRn92SPfRDDt5Fvhtrb9Od4/s1600/Bells+Canyon+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHebx28HO0NWopJLApJK8KrSxAl3SUcqpb1BReOYcv1ON2gbjWm4BBCMXFBHqSTMWpgT43I0szbr5t7vRnosG-o_JGvWeGypaAu8-MAwq6VWfy-oRuKh8ItRn92SPfRDDt5Fvhtrb9Od4/s400/Bells+Canyon+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872159588768130" border="0" /></a>On our way back down we found the correct turnoff. As we made our way down to the falls we could hear a helicopter and we were kind of joking around about how maybe another person fell off the falls (a man had fallen off the falls the week prior and the Search and Rescue team had to retrieve him and life flight him out) Then we saw a group gathered around somebody lying on the rocks - Turns out a young man and woman were trying to cross at the top of the falls. She started slipping and he went to try to save her and they both went over. They had just pulled the guy out when we got there so Skyler rushed down to see if he could help with any first aid. Luckily he was prepared with all sorts of stuff - especially the space blankets. The guy was right in the spray off from the waterfall and even with the blankets he ended up going into early stages of hypothermia. The kid was in shock, and had 3 head lacerations and a laceration under his eye. As we waited for Search and Rescue they just tried to keep him talking to assess his level of consciousness. They couldn't find the girl. After she fell they didn't see her again. It was really sad to think how quickly things happened. Even with search and rescue they weren't able to find her body for a few more weeks because of the incredible force from the large amount of snow melt runoff coming down the falls.<br /><br />This pic was taken from the KSL news report helicopter. Skyler was assessing the wounds on the guys head. He and another man that was there were able to give him a Priesthood blessing. Despite the situation it was really amazing to be able to see the priesthood used like that. I've never witnessed it like that and it strengthened my testimony - probably sounds strange in this context...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TMuF6igTcnJ-CxKN4dz3cVt5m34U4kAw5ENZtgK5oPxUN9Ch7FKqijh27MQHC1kdbwbzciKDQ4yzMP37bnQDJtL0Fga7BcX5V6CNLd7sOpQufXaHnJRaqSvOYjrW2KdZwQfRQ5QOJ3E/s1600/bells+canyon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TMuF6igTcnJ-CxKN4dz3cVt5m34U4kAw5ENZtgK5oPxUN9Ch7FKqijh27MQHC1kdbwbzciKDQ4yzMP37bnQDJtL0Fga7BcX5V6CNLd7sOpQufXaHnJRaqSvOYjrW2KdZwQfRQ5QOJ3E/s400/bells+canyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872533031692450" border="0" /></a>Luckily they were able to get the guy loaded up on the LifeFlight helicopter and could get him to a hospital. The 3 head lacerations and eye wound ended up being his only injury.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AEIraU1RZKzLYDcJ6164_NkM1lJkIN5r1D4S4HmPqCud4mKVKwie3Mbt8lLKGp4Y7d1kXwXz94qzD02Q5VjK4qQPLhRjiRJPMcc8AwfM8lamIqBote87NhjmKvFJ9SLJASPty9_6khM/s1600/photos+027.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AEIraU1RZKzLYDcJ6164_NkM1lJkIN5r1D4S4HmPqCud4mKVKwie3Mbt8lLKGp4Y7d1kXwXz94qzD02Q5VjK4qQPLhRjiRJPMcc8AwfM8lamIqBote87NhjmKvFJ9SLJASPty9_6khM/s400/photos+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872526851456050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Manti Pageant<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I had my first experience at the Manti Pageant this year. My mom and step-dad Vince invited Skyler and I to attend with them. I may have enjoyed it even more had I not been so tired, but it was fun. My favorite part though was seeing the Manti temple. I had never seen it before and it was so gorgeous.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSI6u5zwvZ3N_1GbBvx1tkGcyj_N9tL0SALI79uixHsbyjITWgDORwGBb1aYeyiCIdM-nVbHUKcpqr0ZRfQJOaec5aVc168qZtmDXIhGU3_EMksUbpLEF_mAtbjaDFpPbtbxqi_vdk5E/s1600/photos+031.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSI6u5zwvZ3N_1GbBvx1tkGcyj_N9tL0SALI79uixHsbyjITWgDORwGBb1aYeyiCIdM-nVbHUKcpqr0ZRfQJOaec5aVc168qZtmDXIhGU3_EMksUbpLEF_mAtbjaDFpPbtbxqi_vdk5E/s400/photos+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872152741227058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Nursing School</span><br />For me this summer has been full of new experiences in clinical. My clinical group started out on the Med Surg. floors. I was able to go to the Surgical/Telemetry, Surgical/Oncology, Surgical/Transplant, and Surgical/Trauma floors. I got to help take care of patient's with Steven Johnson's Syndrome, Bacteremia, Autoimmune Hepatitis (recovering from a Whipple surgery), and a patient who was lucky he wasn't worse off (and lucky to be alive for that matter) after crashing on an ATV which then landed on top of him and crushed one entire side. I really learned a lot and saw and participated in some new things I haven't been able to do/see (on a real person) before.<br /><br />Now it is nearing the end of the summer and I have only one of 3 maternity clinicals left. The first clinical day my instructor put me in Labor and Delivery. Knowing that I wanted to see a Cesarean Section she placed me with a patient who was going to have one (and with twins, too). I had hit the jackpot...I thought. I met my nurse who was already getting the mom ready to go into the OR. As I followed her into the room I was surprised to realize that ironically I knew the soon-to-be-mom. Unfortunately it turned out that she didn't feel comfortable with me in there as she delivered - totally understandable :( I mean I wouldn't want some random person I happened to know seeing me and my who-ha just hangin' out there to the world (I'm sure that was the issue). Luckily for one of my classmates it wasn't a Student issue, just an I-know-you-in-a-very-different-context issue, so she got to go watch that delivery and I went to Postpartum. Ironically (again) that mom that I knew ended up coming to my floor, and became one of my nurses patients - I couldn't get away from her!! I didn't want to make it awkward for her by pushing the issue of me taking care of her so I just stayed out of the room. BUT, since she was the only new admit to the floor that my nurse had I had nothing to do for the last 2 hours. Luckily my friend Katie was in the nursery on that floor so I went in there with her and held the cutest little baby boy ever, who I named Hurley (I think that was actually the doctors name LOL) I may have not learned a thing for that last hour except how to swaddle a newborn, but I can't say that I wasn't perfectly content :)<br /><br />My second Maternity clinical experience was a little more exciting. This time I did get to see a C-Section. I helped get the mom all ready to go in; made the mistake of putting the wrong time on the lab samples (0657/0757 same difference, right?) so they had to come poke the mom 2 more times to get the draws :( Won't do that again! Poor mom. They got her into the OR and first attempted a Version where they try to turn the baby. After attempting this though, they couldn't find the fetal heart tones so it then became an Emergency C-Section. I've never seen anything like it; they moved so quick. Then there I am trying to stand out of the way while still trying to see everything. At one point my nurse is yelling at me to get that blah, blah, blah on the counter --- I had NO idea what she was talking about so after a couple of "This?" "This?" she yells "Just grab whatever and give it to me!!" So I grab this huge armful of crap and run over to her with it. My knees have never shaken so hard in my life! Talk about feeling like an idiot.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S. I still don't know what it was she was asking for</span><br />They probably had that baby out within 1-2 minutes from start - what a neat experience! I was worried that I might pass out or something, but the thought/feeling never crossed me in the moment. I did however have to look away as the new daddy went over to his little girl and started talking to her minutes after she was born- I almost started crying. It was different than I thought it would be though. Even though I saw it, it was sort of unreal how this baby was just pulled out of some girls stomach. One moment she was pregnant, the next they're sewing up her uterus as it sits on her stomach. Weird. I can't hardly wait until next week where I have requested to see a vaginal birth and then follow the baby up to the nursery. I imagine that will be an even more emotional experience.<br /><br />Here are some more pics of my clinical group. Unfortunately we can't really take pics as we are taking care of the patients so all of our pictures sort of look the same. Hey, but here I am "delivering" a baby...a mannequin baby :) The poor mannequin mom's va-jay-jay kept falling off as the baby was trying to be born so the lab tech is trying to hold it on as our instructor tries to pull the baby out LOL Good times!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgKjWQokYxmwLwj_9sOz_GWV2J3pCRosZiS2eBgiwVRxV1CJ-jpIUP2p0O8v-KJescIrI5uwa4i1IS-aWAbcdK3Pf2ImUl9OhVAsU6bJkZWKC1kW99WYJqmqobBvlbuC0p7Y0fGxBarM/s1600/Maternity+-+Med+Surg+Summer+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgKjWQokYxmwLwj_9sOz_GWV2J3pCRosZiS2eBgiwVRxV1CJ-jpIUP2p0O8v-KJescIrI5uwa4i1IS-aWAbcdK3Pf2ImUl9OhVAsU6bJkZWKC1kW99WYJqmqobBvlbuC0p7Y0fGxBarM/s400/Maternity+-+Med+Surg+Summer+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872145184396482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Dad Muhlestein's 50th Bday<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My dad turned 50 this year on July 2nd so Skyler,my step-mom Joan, and I threw him a party. Skyler themed it "pushing him over the hill" and we catered it with all the sweets you could eat - perfect for my dad. Skyler made 3 kinds of Dutch oven peach cobbler (cinnamon, pineapple, and plain). Then he made Dutch oven smore's - AMAZING! We had birthday cake, pie, cupcakes, RedVines, DoubleBubble, a Chocolate Fountain, a cotton candy machine, and to top it off, Little Debbie Snack Cakes. Other than having to wear the giant birthday hat and pin that said "over the hill" :) I think he had a pretty good time.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-s3ID9gzlqpWy85DmFd9h4nb0LIeVy9Hlr2Xb95ulYnsPoDoKiILRY3OvcCZQDhXnQic-FWxvxA6EyTvzdzaIiYNSy2QLluj75pRMY5PiLREM7L9mOEJ_lfJA2YtzENVwu_XSZpaOJ4/s1600/Dads+50th+bday.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-s3ID9gzlqpWy85DmFd9h4nb0LIeVy9Hlr2Xb95ulYnsPoDoKiILRY3OvcCZQDhXnQic-FWxvxA6EyTvzdzaIiYNSy2QLluj75pRMY5PiLREM7L9mOEJ_lfJA2YtzENVwu_XSZpaOJ4/s400/Dads+50th+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872135605277874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">4th of July Fireworks<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">After my dad's party we went to see the 4th of July fireworks at Murray park. Of course my dad had us hop in the old Flatbed Chevy truck, so we could enjoy the show from the back but they switched the place they set the fireworks off at, so we had to jump out and set up chairs in the lawn - that worked too :)</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCgYxMjsDB3mU-w8vMcRNDVYG09xAz74kEX48gSzg4-p0PiE7Sgb3bHJYEEaUJu7TYfbJQIJ-sqNwoXxSKzgTOK_pAZP45P8f1bxXZ2DQxzyoHmXj-VIQx2sue5JGv7IkcID0DB4kR_0/s1600/4th+of+July+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCgYxMjsDB3mU-w8vMcRNDVYG09xAz74kEX48gSzg4-p0PiE7Sgb3bHJYEEaUJu7TYfbJQIJ-sqNwoXxSKzgTOK_pAZP45P8f1bxXZ2DQxzyoHmXj-VIQx2sue5JGv7IkcID0DB4kR_0/s400/4th+of+July+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872125372342578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Adams Canyon<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We were able to go on another waterfall hike that, luckily, was a little less eventful than our first. The hike wasn't quite as tough as Bells Canyon which made it a little nicer. The view was gorgeous and it was fun because the trees and plants were different than we are used to seeing in Big and Little Cottonwood Canyons. </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZV284F0RPWxvv2KGSQCHlbKf1YKyQ9cdcmGm4BFCZ3zXFX76nzuE7SA3c8y6gBn4SWWTdHLx2YwscNHb9WseSRcfcxI12kkZMwDgZ3Yw3vG69GeCfC27ikAKta5rBZvd-qihRMREUkI/s1600/photos+054.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZV284F0RPWxvv2KGSQCHlbKf1YKyQ9cdcmGm4BFCZ3zXFX76nzuE7SA3c8y6gBn4SWWTdHLx2YwscNHb9WseSRcfcxI12kkZMwDgZ3Yw3vG69GeCfC27ikAKta5rBZvd-qihRMREUkI/s400/photos+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496870965165819666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Joan's Birthday Celebration<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Joan just had her birthday last week and although it's a little backwards, she and my dad took me, Skyler, my bro Clay, my stepsister Ashton, my stepsister Maddie and her boyfriend to Buca di Beppo's for dinner. I've never seen meatballs so big! It was really good and I'm sure Joan's favorite part was when the staff all came to sing her their birthday song LOL</span><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpf9xwtYPJ_8TplHymYiqAVNd_XieBsHZ_BCjG0VQom5ieNyxIlAK1wWzop9vdYFwr65z3jncdbgczNl-_VpmlT2xYcWtxGIgFKQF0PDnIGLnEvI0s-i-aDejhFfiXPHbM49sOf9mclRg/s1600/Joans+Bday+at+Buccos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpf9xwtYPJ_8TplHymYiqAVNd_XieBsHZ_BCjG0VQom5ieNyxIlAK1wWzop9vdYFwr65z3jncdbgczNl-_VpmlT2xYcWtxGIgFKQF0PDnIGLnEvI0s-i-aDejhFfiXPHbM49sOf9mclRg/s400/Joans+Bday+at+Buccos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496870953943890338" border="0" /></a>So, I'm not the best story teller, but believe it or not those were the short versions of those stories. That is pretty much what we've been up to so far.lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-28919864527669011492010-07-21T08:15:00.000-07:002010-07-21T08:22:41.535-07:00Week 18 Through Arrival!My sister Heidi and husband Nick just had their 3rd...and 4th children :) They were born 7/7/10, Lauren at 5lbs 15oz and Haven at 6lbs 9oz - good sizes for twins. Lauren is home with the family and Haven is recovering well in the NICU from his surgery to fix a diaphragmatic hernia. Hopefully he'll get to come home soon!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1EXJdirfCvWM_Yuf9wnis3yLZ-V77Fv4QaYGXHDc06HjWaLttQk6_JRsPon-P2pZQVsWdJOJ3O5ITVrYNxPDI2a0zgzT5rsnSn9T9MhNhCnIjmv_LmxIktldXhc3BrPGHF5tViIaY9s/s1600/pregnant+heidi+collage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1EXJdirfCvWM_Yuf9wnis3yLZ-V77Fv4QaYGXHDc06HjWaLttQk6_JRsPon-P2pZQVsWdJOJ3O5ITVrYNxPDI2a0zgzT5rsnSn9T9MhNhCnIjmv_LmxIktldXhc3BrPGHF5tViIaY9s/s400/pregnant+heidi+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496378641702452050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> CONGRATULATIONS HEIDI, NICK, ALISSA, and ABBY :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> WELCOME TO THE WORLD LAUREN AND HAVEN!<br /></div>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-52305718683194410372010-06-13T14:05:00.000-07:002010-06-13T14:29:40.702-07:00Alissa the DancerSkyler and I got to go watch our niece Alissa at her first dance performance yesterday. She was so cute. My sister Heidi said Alissa was terrified, but for being terrified she did a great job. She looked so cute in her costume.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUxt312P8fBFJSF9RByB4gIioBUNadifpCcgGgFAuxUW6_ZkWFkidE5dadCVt1CwXBMthvWvrMExQRZxSnL656c8q6KcfB58LZSNjxauMn__S3IjRJNPVHh230EKvdJYL-RRDUuY5p08/s1600/100_4888-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUxt312P8fBFJSF9RByB4gIioBUNadifpCcgGgFAuxUW6_ZkWFkidE5dadCVt1CwXBMthvWvrMExQRZxSnL656c8q6KcfB58LZSNjxauMn__S3IjRJNPVHh230EKvdJYL-RRDUuY5p08/s400/100_4888-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368294936325618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfEvWlQ7LM1o4DiCQfmjfaMSH4cYh4MeEILI2dXdXen3-g2Lho9-72FzMXGi4ZzPAUKHYl3PicI9d_Esze8327S9jx-K3TO7RhSh9acW2hX-oiaJ1tNRXlGAKpy_gxGVjzA00cqbbVZI/s1600/100_4888-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfEvWlQ7LM1o4DiCQfmjfaMSH4cYh4MeEILI2dXdXen3-g2Lho9-72FzMXGi4ZzPAUKHYl3PicI9d_Esze8327S9jx-K3TO7RhSh9acW2hX-oiaJ1tNRXlGAKpy_gxGVjzA00cqbbVZI/s400/100_4888-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368803446166786" border="0" /></a>Here she is with some of her neighbor friends who are in the same dance class.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFp0CwYosBJDXZhqU3b8TzceI-7_Nzvpaq5UUA6V3CjPJj7PKp_EU8nX5YtiNOQPbhw-2cFVeHNGxNrcJ4q91B-HYkey94u3kp6LfeWzUW79z2G1w2706XVSJdifwxGjMLeaPrLKjqIQ/s1600/100_4887-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFp0CwYosBJDXZhqU3b8TzceI-7_Nzvpaq5UUA6V3CjPJj7PKp_EU8nX5YtiNOQPbhw-2cFVeHNGxNrcJ4q91B-HYkey94u3kp6LfeWzUW79z2G1w2706XVSJdifwxGjMLeaPrLKjqIQ/s400/100_4887-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368279960028002" border="0" /></a>I told Alissa to strike a pose for this picture and this is what she did - silly goof :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxykUuRQohGpu2U0u7WSwoDJH07iDyHfs0-XV-ra1sSrHFSgriKbEtyrD8AAeAEJT-L4pkqu8mv8nMkypMd7W2GqdxFh_JjDES6ud60enxt3L3eQdzKO8seRys-U7qy5dk9G95d-uTso/s1600/100_4889.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxykUuRQohGpu2U0u7WSwoDJH07iDyHfs0-XV-ra1sSrHFSgriKbEtyrD8AAeAEJT-L4pkqu8mv8nMkypMd7W2GqdxFh_JjDES6ud60enxt3L3eQdzKO8seRys-U7qy5dk9G95d-uTso/s400/100_4889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482369309647732754" border="0" /></a>Then I had way too much fun cropping this pic in different ways.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlEI-XOPDYXgdLCX35rCyeTP5pVWQ6TrThTNjYYHaJtlGhpgfrzoDWDeKJvH30TE1VzNNaMuLF0RrAgSYp6RvJExXN1BgcicaTQp4WwQ44pRjU3HCODLCSnb1lezRq-1WLaubKKRHOD4/s1600/100_4889-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlEI-XOPDYXgdLCX35rCyeTP5pVWQ6TrThTNjYYHaJtlGhpgfrzoDWDeKJvH30TE1VzNNaMuLF0RrAgSYp6RvJExXN1BgcicaTQp4WwQ44pRjU3HCODLCSnb1lezRq-1WLaubKKRHOD4/s400/100_4889-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368815040759442" border="0" /></a>She has these stunning eyes and they really stood out in this pic.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRgmjBeE5n4Uej6FLb5vsc3Td6jr0-T1PFlbb1vvjvjHPvdkVItvW-wsrDaQqjpVt60Gm3rjeAaXjdLJRlTkMgPrMeOhD48U4rsJh4VhKJQybnhpLd-mE9Ihoov85M5UOSawrojpbSUg/s1600/100_4889-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRgmjBeE5n4Uej6FLb5vsc3Td6jr0-T1PFlbb1vvjvjHPvdkVItvW-wsrDaQqjpVt60Gm3rjeAaXjdLJRlTkMgPrMeOhD48U4rsJh4VhKJQybnhpLd-mE9Ihoov85M5UOSawrojpbSUg/s400/100_4889-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368816931036706" border="0" /></a>I'm not the expert cropper/photoshopper that her mom is, but I liked how these all turned out.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAjd6TQ1r_KntAIngpC7pOS-3GFXOpdPZloQQ08yt4lFwoQ3qtSITMWA1770xMW9yw0HgDpzKQk2VAipxf19WDY7bbpJDGnuVKJm2feLQKLdBGfGn_ufnAUeu5OOSRF2CuqpBlq40Lp0/s1600/100_4889-4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAjd6TQ1r_KntAIngpC7pOS-3GFXOpdPZloQQ08yt4lFwoQ3qtSITMWA1770xMW9yw0HgDpzKQk2VAipxf19WDY7bbpJDGnuVKJm2feLQKLdBGfGn_ufnAUeu5OOSRF2CuqpBlq40Lp0/s400/100_4889-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368824224846450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cXMw8WNSUNdon3cjdSrgn4Tj-HS0dEUJP8AivoYu0uNaS_2XXFy1fKLCff5vFr8INT94JwhFH8iCyTNMOyJ33wto7vkZEcAxt6bsKbOqOKhSXbTy7ji_PgTCL_841BlpOvhvVKsfYMM/s1600/100_4889-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cXMw8WNSUNdon3cjdSrgn4Tj-HS0dEUJP8AivoYu0uNaS_2XXFy1fKLCff5vFr8INT94JwhFH8iCyTNMOyJ33wto7vkZEcAxt6bsKbOqOKhSXbTy7ji_PgTCL_841BlpOvhvVKsfYMM/s400/100_4889-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368821391515794" border="0" /></a>Then there's this cute mommy/daughter pic<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ19QVih5tmTxpHx34CQDOYGrpGIpwfHSs9QyFb-HQDcMzrlNJTBKYxBnUk_sZJlQAe4eeqsFo3MoM2N8K6uV7xyCgitTHBiXcYD4m91GFVI_omrgbZhaMAW9XZ0j8oBhBbJLvvz0Oq7c/s1600/100_4885-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ19QVih5tmTxpHx34CQDOYGrpGIpwfHSs9QyFb-HQDcMzrlNJTBKYxBnUk_sZJlQAe4eeqsFo3MoM2N8K6uV7xyCgitTHBiXcYD4m91GFVI_omrgbZhaMAW9XZ0j8oBhBbJLvvz0Oq7c/s400/100_4885-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368255818466562" border="0" /></a>Here's Skyler and I, just being in love<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaISGsQRRKo3baS5DSpg5TVABJoi-fWN_JTl2LBjqEzhf8Dudn7j2Fp-zeIxOw663qtChY4xoukJmAFkFsNiExoL6HUmbkTxcQmMsD5JPnMQ8nstqWSo_H2n-KT3oR7XXafcK-o5lxGDs/s1600/100_4884.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaISGsQRRKo3baS5DSpg5TVABJoi-fWN_JTl2LBjqEzhf8Dudn7j2Fp-zeIxOw663qtChY4xoukJmAFkFsNiExoL6HUmbkTxcQmMsD5JPnMQ8nstqWSo_H2n-KT3oR7XXafcK-o5lxGDs/s400/100_4884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368246648875890" border="0" /></a>And here's Heidi and I. She looked so cute and SO pregnant. She grew 8cm this last week - I don't know for sure, but that sounds like a lot to me. She's hoping to make it a couple more weeks before they pop out, so I'm excited to see how much more she will grow (she's probably going to read this and say "ya, real exciting!" What are sisters for? :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar_zOcPMLytU-Ovb631DYxq4t1hJ7rwpTUPvhAPL5MlJAlxuFi1OiVEZWMRsLk0qHue7PeNvk-BUgpkhLZPyHDy_hm2SZzni40llSRl5yRjTjGR_4pMzCxDZaO02EruuPhjkKMmAtKjY/s1600/100_4883-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar_zOcPMLytU-Ovb631DYxq4t1hJ7rwpTUPvhAPL5MlJAlxuFi1OiVEZWMRsLk0qHue7PeNvk-BUgpkhLZPyHDy_hm2SZzni40llSRl5yRjTjGR_4pMzCxDZaO02EruuPhjkKMmAtKjY/s400/100_4883-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482368238474941298" border="0" /></a>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-61359649175161184612010-06-13T13:31:00.000-07:002010-06-13T13:58:03.622-07:00Race For the CureSkyler and I ran the Susan G. Koman Race for the Cure this year. This race earns money towards the fight for breast cancer. My friend Amanda and her mom had done it last year and said it was an awesome experience and that we had to do it. They were right about what a great experience it is. <br /><br />This is a picture of the race map. At the point on the map where the yellow line first starts to bend is where I turned around to look behind me. It was an amazing sight! There was a solid mass of people behind me - You could see masses who were still crossing the finish line. And then on top of that, there were masses in front of me too! It was enough to make you teary eyed if not balling! There was such a spirit of togetherness. What was really neat was to see the survivors wearing their solid pink survivor shirts (different from the shirts like the ones we're wearing). Some of them had been survivors for years and were running the 5k, and others were still working on surviving. There were ladies who were practically being carried by their family members through the mile walk. It made me think of how amazing our bodies are - what they can go through and survive. It also made me grateful for my body and it's strength...I don't know. I'm probably rambling, but if you ever have the chance to run a race where you get to support amazing people and/or an amazing cause, I would definitely recommend it. The whole time I was running I was thinking about how blessed I am. Usually I'm just praying that I don't trip and fall or pass-out from exhaustion :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.komenslc.org/assets/komenslc/images/$cms$/100/1037.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 640px;" src="https://www.komenslc.org/assets/komenslc/images/$cms$/100/1037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here we are, posing before the race - Right to Left: Amanda (a BFF), Skyler, me, and Lisa (Amanda's mom)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LntMYCAmar3363LfO7XpB0VP8zU-BK8goduruaAZYxl4BOOgiHSQqcbnVgS_GAUI1AMfoVAd6IuHskGI68XZXNpSMNJZZGo9jdh9Ejv_m8fgyQO_GFlps6ayop8-hpS8wpxp84bYByo/s1600/100_4865-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LntMYCAmar3363LfO7XpB0VP8zU-BK8goduruaAZYxl4BOOgiHSQqcbnVgS_GAUI1AMfoVAd6IuHskGI68XZXNpSMNJZZGo9jdh9Ejv_m8fgyQO_GFlps6ayop8-hpS8wpxp84bYByo/s400/100_4865-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482358916167506482" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" />lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-5226507560692114792010-05-15T07:44:00.000-07:002010-05-15T08:15:27.833-07:00Where did my brain go?I'm writing this post in hopes that others out there can relate - please tell me I'm not the only one that does these things:<br />So Skyler and I had a whole week of no school - yay. We were so excited that we were trying to plan some sort of a mini vacation/getaway. We talked about camping in Moab - that kind of fell through due to several reasons. Then we talked about staying at an anniversary inn for a night. We could get a discount through my work, but I waited too long to say 'yay' or 'nay' and I suffer from severe buyers remorse. It's so bad that I feel remorse before I ever even buy anything - just the thought gets me going (yes, this means that probably 3/4 of my wardrobe consists of clothing from high school days....luckily I'm also a little OCD so the cloths are in really good condition LOL). Needless to say it is now Saturday morning; Skyler is at a priesthood service project with our stake until 10, then we are off to my G'ma and G'pa Muhlestein's to help them clean and plant in their yard, then we will come home to help my mom and step-dad finish in the yard here if they're not done - not exactly the weekend getaway we had in mind...<br /><br />Anyway, I worked Mon, Tues, Wed this week and was SOOOO excited to at least have Thrs and Fri off whether we were going anywhere or not. I was so excited that I text my sis. and told her that I wanted to come clean her house and paint her toenails Thrs - she's prego w/twins with only a couple months left (if that) and she can't/isn't supposed to move around too much. So Thrs morning came around and I spent all day helping her get things done. It was a lot of fun. I don't know why cleaning someone else's' house is so much more fun than cleaning your own! At around 3 I saw a message from my boss and I thought she was probably calling to ask if I could come in to work for someone. Then I listened to her message. It said something like "Hi Lyndsey, this is Kay. I was just calling to see if you're okay - you didn't show up for your shift today and I didn't see anything on the calendar. I hope that everything is okay. Give me a call"....yep; I TOTALLY skipped out on my shift at work. I just plain didn't show up. Had nobody said anything to me I would have never realized either - this info was nowhere in my brain until I heard that message. The thing was that on Thursdays I was coming in from just 12:30-3:30 because the other girl I split my shift with had a class at 12:30 on Thrs so she couldn't work the complete shift. Well, school was out so why would she need me to come in for these hours, right?? I guess maybe I should have discussed that with her...I called my boss back and all I could do was apologize. Luckily this is the first time in 2 years that I've done anything like this - I've never even taken a sick day and have only taken time off a handful of times!<br /><br />Needless to say I felt pretty darn: embarrassed, stupid, sorry, etc. I ended up making all my co-workers brownies that night that I was going to take in Fri. It was funny though. Fri came around and I ended up working 12-3:30 for this same girl - just on a different day :) I took the brownies in then. When I walked in one of my co-workers goes "Should we shoot you now or later?" I told her to just shoot me now and get it over with and then we laughed. Turns out nobody is mad at me, thank heaven!! That same lady said "If I had known it was you that was supposed to come in I wouldn't have made such a big deal about it to Kay - lucky me that they love me there.<br /><br />So I am asking myself "Where did my brain go?" I just hope I never do anything like this again. I think I'll be checking my calendar daily instead of assuming I've got my schedule down LOLlynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-54924485279876213002010-04-29T15:44:00.000-07:002010-04-29T16:08:59.548-07:00Like A Little ChildSkyler went onto KSL the other day and called me up all excited to tell me he found 2 posts for trucks and wheels for his longboard for only $30 - this is good apparently :) What he was really calling for was to get the "ok" to go ahead and buy a set. Since the weather has gotten nicer we've been doing a lot more outside and one of those things has been longboarding...well, I've been longboarding and he has been jogging along LOL Needless to say I agreed that it would be a lot nicer (and more fun for him) if he could also ride a longboard instead of trying to keep up with me. He went ahead and bought a set of trucks and wheels for $30, and they ended up being Sector 9's - also good apparently. He came home that day and had all of the needed supplies to finish his board - he was so cute. It was like watching a kid who is all giddy at Christmas from all the excitement. He got his board in riding condition that night and was so excited he wanted pictures. We randomly knocked on our neighbor's door and asked one of the girls to take some pictures of us. So here are the semi-finished longboards:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the fronts of our boards (p.s. I just finished running so don' t mind how amazing I look)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlw7-bHul5jfZgp7AJTHs34XnmEG9UZ0u3wwyJbWprlw0nyeoYQEKAz3hD9ytav5bcczwFhW4OK2o664c4dvKptfz1S5fTeGm8xTHyD_-wqhftdUeC0l-wjlMewU1Qvy1l6r05e4lf2Y/s1600/photos+280.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlw7-bHul5jfZgp7AJTHs34XnmEG9UZ0u3wwyJbWprlw0nyeoYQEKAz3hD9ytav5bcczwFhW4OK2o664c4dvKptfz1S5fTeGm8xTHyD_-wqhftdUeC0l-wjlMewU1Qvy1l6r05e4lf2Y/s400/photos+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465696964035319074" border="0" /></a>And here are the backs of our boards. Skyler decorated mine all by himself for my Christmas gift. He's so cute!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RYrsoqQDoYXC416RQvmjMCpz7kP8AZD6p7tVLjqPqo08oEqYRgvbTpWYVN75GT8NrMTI37DNGUn1UJQRvKG-luO4yRV7u4gJbQCZ7agzxRIQQCb7fYBk3bd1F8rjXp9fPyXw52csDIo/s1600/photos+281.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RYrsoqQDoYXC416RQvmjMCpz7kP8AZD6p7tVLjqPqo08oEqYRgvbTpWYVN75GT8NrMTI37DNGUn1UJQRvKG-luO4yRV7u4gJbQCZ7agzxRIQQCb7fYBk3bd1F8rjXp9fPyXw52csDIo/s400/photos+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465696975504497026" border="0" /></a>And here we are being cool on our boards<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcDczqjItBtnESgOvOeh80HwHOhQSyaCe9JOFsiJGcAWHMkT8l0aQkr1oabYjt24FINwnj-o7smxMphqumism11rOtrMvTZHECIqaXejrk5-VYr3zP1pEU2BQb3m7Om2GhTJg4vQorlY/s1600/photos+282.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcDczqjItBtnESgOvOeh80HwHOhQSyaCe9JOFsiJGcAWHMkT8l0aQkr1oabYjt24FINwnj-o7smxMphqumism11rOtrMvTZHECIqaXejrk5-VYr3zP1pEU2BQb3m7Om2GhTJg4vQorlY/s400/photos+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465696984113800674" border="0" /></a>After our photo-shoot we went down the road and rode around the church parking lot. I'm ashamed to admit that I totally biffed it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Luckily this ankle wound was the worst thing that happened to me besides the hurt of my pride as our neighbors across the street watched me fall :( ....shame.....<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_bkFIKjvKV9lrZYmueFKk8zoXNXvSMdvoZJg6Pkrj6mWBZvtPRFo9fzWSymxOBRQVdU3A9h2QqAictaCCPzIbFx_nZv_k5r4vql9JMfOQNv82_VDFpn5xW8SDalF6ceGtdXDgSCGUzg/s1600/photos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_bkFIKjvKV9lrZYmueFKk8zoXNXvSMdvoZJg6Pkrj6mWBZvtPRFo9fzWSymxOBRQVdU3A9h2QqAictaCCPzIbFx_nZv_k5r4vql9JMfOQNv82_VDFpn5xW8SDalF6ceGtdXDgSCGUzg/s400/photos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465699679298653298" border="0" /></a>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-17134475068524679512010-04-23T15:48:00.000-07:002010-04-23T16:29:09.047-07:00Bye Bye Fundamentals - Here we come Maternity Newborn/Med Surg!!Today was my clinical groups last day in clinical - Yay! Don't get me wrong, I've loved every minute of it and I've learned so much, but any break from school is a welcome break. This semester we got to experience what it is like to work in a care/rehab center.<br /><br />It has been interesting (especially for me who has never had experience with direct patient care) to assist the wonderful people I've met with their daily living tasks. One thing I have decided is that I'm not going to get old - but other than that LOL There are things that may or may not happen to you as you age. Sometimes we play a role in our health and other times we are along for the ride. I saw a lot of people who were along for the ride. Life is a chain of events and all I can hope to do is take care of my body (which I am so blessed to have) and pray for help with the rest of it :)<br /><br />Like I said I learned a lot. I was able to assist/do many things from showers and helping people eat to administering meds and injections and changing a wound bandage on a stage 3 (almost 4 pressure ulcer). I was going to post a pic of what the wound I saw looked like, but then I was thinking not everyone may appreciate or be facinated by those types of things like I am. All you have to do is google "stage 4 pressure ulcer" and you can see what I'm talking about if you're interested. As for the showers and bathroom visits - before I had done it I was really worried about it being awkward and uncomfortable, but from the very first clinical day it was easy to see that when you are helpless to do things on your own those feelings go out the window. I was so glad I could help these people do these things they couldn't do. The best was when they would look at you and say "Thank you so much for helping me."<br /><br />Today was really fun. One of the ladies there loves to sing. If she's in a grumpy mood all you have to do is get her started on a song like one of her favorites (I'll be loving you) ALWAYS by Patsy Cline. Today she got started on that one. She and this other lady (suffering from dementia) started singing together at the top of their lungs. Usually we (me and fellow nursing students) will chime in when we know it, but today they were singing to each other and we just watched and listened. It was probably the cutest thing I've ever seen. They would change the words or add words in where they saw fit - One lady sang "I'll be loving you Always - Curly" because she kept calling the other woman Curly since she can't remember people/names. She was being so funny.<br /><br />It is hard work! I am exhausted and my back is sore, but I can tell I am definitely going into the right career. For every bad experience (like the day I got spit on as I was trying to get blood sugars, or the woman who screamed bloody murder as I was trying to give my first injection on a human, just to scare me) there are a million good ones. I just need to go write them all down! Anyway, this summer is our Maternity/Newborn class/clinicals and our Med Surg class/clinicals. I am very excited and can't wait to have more stories.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my clinical group - Left to right/<span style="font-weight: bold;">Back Row:</span> Josh, Debbie (clinical instructor), Linda, Sharon, Cammie, Vanessa, Katherine, Diana, Katie. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Front Row:</span> Me and Jonelle<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNqDuJmroexHBkUg-mbtUJKmppTiLGMl7xUCC15l7sFp4hE51ua-Bs-TDV2L1N6j8NGfac-AzXPHqcCOOeb1BUZHc08FxlVITuV8zho5cFqCtswF6bjU3D_fKbJsuler5-Y0bIH81Z9I/s1600/100_4841.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNqDuJmroexHBkUg-mbtUJKmppTiLGMl7xUCC15l7sFp4hE51ua-Bs-TDV2L1N6j8NGfac-AzXPHqcCOOeb1BUZHc08FxlVITuV8zho5cFqCtswF6bjU3D_fKbJsuler5-Y0bIH81Z9I/s400/100_4841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463476281598777650" border="0" /></a>Same order But just being goofy. We have a lot of fun together (unimportant side note/observation - I have the same funny face I pull in every funny face pic...weird, I'll have to change that!)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7YRf9tq6rwOiwsjfuJAnD-_2oLZOQLhUC_G1YaWtHdCwv07jMZ0jn9BbVm9egM5bXVWce7QVCD7D9VMG08HM0GD4wI5Yo93wIELBzdBNNMLX6WC4rozGHJr4afUwckt_hb58CZiC2RI/s1600/100_4842.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7YRf9tq6rwOiwsjfuJAnD-_2oLZOQLhUC_G1YaWtHdCwv07jMZ0jn9BbVm9egM5bXVWce7QVCD7D9VMG08HM0GD4wI5Yo93wIELBzdBNNMLX6WC4rozGHJr4afUwckt_hb58CZiC2RI/s400/100_4842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463476289462013170" border="0" /></a>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-65675576205094971472010-04-18T17:43:00.001-07:002010-04-18T18:29:02.799-07:00Our little Aleta, all grown upAleta, Amanda, BreAnn and I go a long way back :) We first met our senior year of high school when we all took a Veterinary Assisting class at Jordan Applied Technology Center. It was probably the most fun I have ever had at school (although I'm pretty sure our instructor hated us, now that I look back on how we acted LOL). We (minus Aleta) even ventured all the way to Nashville, Tennessee that year to compete with HOSA (Health Occupation Students of America) where we won 5th place nationally for medical reading - good times :) We've been friends ever since. Although I was the friend saying I wouldn't get married until I was 30, I turned out to be the first one hitched. They all came to see me in AZ for my bridal shower and then to Skyler's and my reception in SLC. Whether we've gotten together once a year or every few months we've stayed pretty close. If I'm ever needing a girls night out where my stomach hurts from laughing so hard, these are the girls I call up.<br /><br />Well, it was Aleta's turn to marry the love of her life. She and Paul got married last Saturday, April 10th. Skyler and I were able to attend the sealing ceremony at the Draper temple here in SLC. It was really neat to be able to be there for that ~ she's the first one of my friends to get married. Amanda and BreAnn were outside the temple and it was so fun for us to stand back and watch how happy Aleta was. She and Paul are perfect for each other! Congratulations Aleta!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Left to Right: Amanda, Aleta, me, BreAnn<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DEdGJcrnXoOrU7IEv4zKuUYHjIAdVqu2qImHsI-zyBCYs3ok97P0ewA_I3M8XBVaspc0Mrj0I7wJoW5w_ukIXMpEM5V_TnX5qPiLqY7f87ANi5tZpysRM_vU8M8xBcgPvvPxXuMagU/s1600/photos+239-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DEdGJcrnXoOrU7IEv4zKuUYHjIAdVqu2qImHsI-zyBCYs3ok97P0ewA_I3M8XBVaspc0Mrj0I7wJoW5w_ukIXMpEM5V_TnX5qPiLqY7f87ANi5tZpysRM_vU8M8xBcgPvvPxXuMagU/s400/photos+239-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461644606549387218" border="0" /></a>At the reception place we thought it was a good opportunity for some couples photos. I was the only one with a camera and unfortunately it stinks! But some of the pics weren't too bad. Here are a few of Amanda with her boyfriend Tim and his son Taylor.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXRFcxuL_keuz8IwUyrFreCfsqCkmr-iN_jzyDm1SjgGQP0rgvb9xsMrxRiPKYHSIVRn6yn2X7DJ3Lkh7XXg6DD7Ast2xBctpK0HPdw8juymEJ5OPDA4IxQLh5XvZ9zb0zUtsh7q5eas/s1600/photos+247-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXRFcxuL_keuz8IwUyrFreCfsqCkmr-iN_jzyDm1SjgGQP0rgvb9xsMrxRiPKYHSIVRn6yn2X7DJ3Lkh7XXg6DD7Ast2xBctpK0HPdw8juymEJ5OPDA4IxQLh5XvZ9zb0zUtsh7q5eas/s400/photos+247-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461644592621481666" border="0" /></a>Amanda and Tim<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EVbq7xDIebSFr84r0bD3ktgb-rx4uWEfweBir5MwTeIprOUxYRgVZHbCpSz0CpdV3DdRsE0rtjsQTQWzUlE1LSG8e5gscw0WOrFyBcqJE-Z12w7KNEaWXjAF9gMSeX6h6aAcxXLTaWo/s1600/photos+249-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EVbq7xDIebSFr84r0bD3ktgb-rx4uWEfweBir5MwTeIprOUxYRgVZHbCpSz0CpdV3DdRsE0rtjsQTQWzUlE1LSG8e5gscw0WOrFyBcqJE-Z12w7KNEaWXjAF9gMSeX6h6aAcxXLTaWo/s400/photos+249-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461644583554342370" border="0" /></a>Tim and Taylor<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuMs-BvVivmc_XKK7vQWMpgYnje6_CHYRWQoetS6TH34gQuDn6mKqvgUE9vkimKUwp_KSh6Qkc9ZwFziQsiaPKhzAHV53LdyFZpF6Q79iqr-z77p5qLVNBe_1ATgZ6f-4iF0LBiJhwN8/s1600/photos+265-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuMs-BvVivmc_XKK7vQWMpgYnje6_CHYRWQoetS6TH34gQuDn6mKqvgUE9vkimKUwp_KSh6Qkc9ZwFziQsiaPKhzAHV53LdyFZpF6Q79iqr-z77p5qLVNBe_1ATgZ6f-4iF0LBiJhwN8/s400/photos+265-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643540978989202" border="0" /></a>Skyler and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-K_vazGxs7_YAY74NLtUhTKFxkhPUPDXm7v4Ze58dCxHx9oM4KOs0-zfsq5jmTAW8iN_w2dTqPm-YGdPDq0Vnb-_jkf7WUxYzYJPhnm4qSh1BzbLfn2mUnJcBnpxjPFP0BHBaXkce1Q/s1600/photos+270-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-K_vazGxs7_YAY74NLtUhTKFxkhPUPDXm7v4Ze58dCxHx9oM4KOs0-zfsq5jmTAW8iN_w2dTqPm-YGdPDq0Vnb-_jkf7WUxYzYJPhnm4qSh1BzbLfn2mUnJcBnpxjPFP0BHBaXkce1Q/s400/photos+270-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643537841481298" border="0" /></a>Our BreAnn didn't have a boy to pose with so she strutted her cute stuff solo.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZrPGFH4eTemTtV3PBBU4ajFNnhTtIf087Gb8Rpxt-HQ5jUVBSoHM9alfk3mNnKBFlZT1MBCsumKHTNXWyJGX8TWtxmy5XmGyjpo6vhiLo1ZTko5e6sZKa63eVfOzMKQkTG4PJWSwZJo/s1600/photos+260-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZrPGFH4eTemTtV3PBBU4ajFNnhTtIf087Gb8Rpxt-HQ5jUVBSoHM9alfk3mNnKBFlZT1MBCsumKHTNXWyJGX8TWtxmy5XmGyjpo6vhiLo1ZTko5e6sZKa63eVfOzMKQkTG4PJWSwZJo/s400/photos+260-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461644576022528402" border="0" /></a>And then we posed with her too - aren't we a cute couple!?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFkQasCJL_w/S8un4ULHKxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WSOE00rdSZ4/s1600%20%20/photos+262-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetXQGkQBUDRbKJSBrVjXK7a1yVRtM_Z8er4LlCQl07tDgzaZqoE3eZDPH4zGt9OQH4dk1EUXS9SJ8gFmkJJdXuJvH5OZeSeAoFejoEXVvSAb9TUNh5P2xdJZDSGgdAvvhyphenhyphenTmM96Pi-dc/s400/photos+262-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643559046687506" border="0" /></a>Amanda, BreAnn, and me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj132WssgWzXrGnTJjkU03wLkmqXLB-WssP_0NylKRFxFsCjN6QZufW7bV48udrED0wNVqcoJui1nR0Z8P0Inin9gQY0oYc006hSWcX53j1zYWC1lYzczQElZSPj7hC5yeAY5DJUqQmPO0/s1600/photos+263-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj132WssgWzXrGnTJjkU03wLkmqXLB-WssP_0NylKRFxFsCjN6QZufW7bV48udrED0wNVqcoJui1nR0Z8P0Inin9gQY0oYc006hSWcX53j1zYWC1lYzczQElZSPj7hC5yeAY5DJUqQmPO0/s400/photos+263-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643552078957938" border="0" /></a>This interesting pic is not supposed to be what it looks like. I was simply trying to be silly and act like I was going to lick the ice sculpture. Really I was on the side of the swan, but when I saw this later I realized it looked a little risk-ay - like I'm gonna goose the goose. Ooops!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcyOlZdxsRYdakyCD7Iv1vRCGnJ8Mt64lPPNE_h-LGyhxl7P84scDnQzn_BQqQIDpnj6z7zzGxjGvFp1SaEa6Hqc2PG7e0m2Ba72QHypNE2HXn8-FQaZ39GLGR0E0Lag0iHAtPaIkJ1I/s1600/photos+242.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcyOlZdxsRYdakyCD7Iv1vRCGnJ8Mt64lPPNE_h-LGyhxl7P84scDnQzn_BQqQIDpnj6z7zzGxjGvFp1SaEa6Hqc2PG7e0m2Ba72QHypNE2HXn8-FQaZ39GLGR0E0Lag0iHAtPaIkJ1I/s400/photos+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461644600842946306" border="0" /></a>We later entertained ourselves in the courtyard. Skyler and I were across from them in this pic on another swing. We were touching feet as we swung. As you can see on the faces of these two, it was surprisingly fun.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0KbBHBkgBhpuWwyrJA7ruJktYtujHhvps9tPgaEVG8emEXHY0-1cHA5GCdhAvwgSnjd5DRRGanLIRNto0RQG90nvpV7JQadUJfToKoM2SixA0Ejn2lxLikUSMUCptk39qn3NEp4lM9k/s1600/photos+276-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0KbBHBkgBhpuWwyrJA7ruJktYtujHhvps9tPgaEVG8emEXHY0-1cHA5GCdhAvwgSnjd5DRRGanLIRNto0RQG90nvpV7JQadUJfToKoM2SixA0Ejn2lxLikUSMUCptk39qn3NEp4lM9k/s400/photos+276-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643530903932290" border="0" /></a>The reception was really pretty and they had ColdStone cater it ~ coolest thing EVER! Aleta looked gorgeous and so happy next to Paul. I'm really glad that she found such a great guy to marry. Skyler and I got them a tent for their gift so they can come camping with us ;) We love you Aleta!!....oh, and Paul!!! :Dlynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6238776106715571295.post-31002170713144027652010-04-18T12:50:00.001-07:002010-04-18T13:17:03.692-07:00EasterWe kind of had a laid back and quiet Easter this year - partly because I think it snuck up on us! Last year we did Easter baskets and everything, but this year we just had a nice Sunday dinner over at my dad's and Joan's house with my brother, grandpa, and grandma Muhlestein. Skyler and I watched Conference together as I baked this Easter cake. It was a coconut vanilla cake with multi-colored layers. It turned out okay, but if nothing else it was definitely Easter-y.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_E7N7omdtuuVDAbAXuockamn77xuto8v-4UkLZwHazIpGOMlGSZpsbK2Ac3djY6U3iaTGNYkqATOIXjNjh7gbGDjaXywjU8kv06gJeWAfqe2WLV3ZINQjPgv0u1uzuwQw6aBrP9NM3E/s1600/photos+235.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_E7N7omdtuuVDAbAXuockamn77xuto8v-4UkLZwHazIpGOMlGSZpsbK2Ac3djY6U3iaTGNYkqATOIXjNjh7gbGDjaXywjU8kv06gJeWAfqe2WLV3ZINQjPgv0u1uzuwQw6aBrP9NM3E/s400/photos+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461567901587933458" border="0" /></a>Of course we had to dye Easter Eggs, but we only did six because neither Skyler or I like to eat hard boiled eggs very often. It's just one of those tradition things :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvF7KwRGcN-xpULONFP6U3lSjrMrcVeNf4SzOgDaA6i9ldLRi_HxhXnHE-JvDRcToQPt1doX-CXKHGI9WVe4kaAvkOlxh34Q4AWBTlb4A8kqQHMkP6VARJ_utX0M2BQ3T3YEVG-j1j5w/s1600/photos+228.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvF7KwRGcN-xpULONFP6U3lSjrMrcVeNf4SzOgDaA6i9ldLRi_HxhXnHE-JvDRcToQPt1doX-CXKHGI9WVe4kaAvkOlxh34Q4AWBTlb4A8kqQHMkP6VARJ_utX0M2BQ3T3YEVG-j1j5w/s400/photos+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461567882695699970" border="0" /></a>For Christmas this last year Joan bought Skyler and I a scrap-book calendar so each month I've been trying to get a pic from one of the highlighting events. This one's just goofy, but I think I'll put it on for April.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kbw1LS6rfGDCmRldvQ-lH-xtFzPTAO5FxXmXlHY0NbxVKyGN00Dh-_MDH-gEVej4KNkWC6CMGWLBicVa1fQdHCV4g24Q8a6YSjerLVNkTl77eF34gK5XzxXUBZEqb5ddRmE4c9xdw6M/s1600/photos+230.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kbw1LS6rfGDCmRldvQ-lH-xtFzPTAO5FxXmXlHY0NbxVKyGN00Dh-_MDH-gEVej4KNkWC6CMGWLBicVa1fQdHCV4g24Q8a6YSjerLVNkTl77eF34gK5XzxXUBZEqb5ddRmE4c9xdw6M/s400/photos+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461567891517531586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kbw1LS6rfGDCmRldvQ-lH-xtFzPTAO5FxXmXlHY0NbxVKyGN00Dh-_MDH-gEVej4KNkWC6CMGWLBicVa1fQdHCV4g24Q8a6YSjerLVNkTl77eF34gK5XzxXUBZEqb5ddRmE4c9xdw6M/s1600/photos+230.jpg"><br /></a>lynandskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022433487365980677noreply@blogger.com0