<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:28:10.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Resisting Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2611818043426144737</id><published>2008-11-05T15:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:24:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SRIclRjGXWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/7rE1TGEI5jo/s1600-h/Moving+bloxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265302341040889186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SRIclRjGXWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/7rE1TGEI5jo/s400/Moving+bloxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who have never moved and really do not know how hard it is... I envy you!!!  I have moved 10 times over the last 15 years.  UGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am currently drowning in boxes but I do plan to get back ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2611818043426144737?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2611818043426144737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2611818043426144737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2611818043426144737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2611818043426144737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SRIclRjGXWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/7rE1TGEI5jo/s72-c/Moving+bloxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5061716533822616853</id><published>2008-10-27T08:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:20:36.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can not say any names to protect the innocent but my 12 year old son had two first yesterday.  He shaved for the first time and gave his first talk in church.  I can not believe my baby is old enough to shave.  Where did all those years go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His talk was on Patriarchal Blessings.  He  wanted to tell a joke to start off and thought of something clever to say all on his own.  He said that the Bishop wanted to give him a going a way present and he thought it was so considerate of him to give him this chance to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was nervous and talked really fast and quiet.  He did a good job and I was pleased we did not have to fight him.  It was nice to say the Bishop wants you to speak and make him the bad guy.  He could not speak back to the Bishop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5061716533822616853?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5061716533822616853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5061716533822616853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5061716533822616853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5061716533822616853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-not-say-any-names-to-protect.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2153995073655543615</id><published>2008-10-26T09:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:09:36.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that made us smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSdoYFQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LsbsAWKUYJ4/s1600-h/zzZZ+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491302427869730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSdoYFQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LsbsAWKUYJ4/s400/zzZZ+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSZYHeiwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/k109ZyCCY1s/s1600-h/zzZZ09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491229343779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSZYHeiwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/k109ZyCCY1s/s400/zzZZ09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSVWV43jI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/zSdjJZ2qbXs/s1600-h/zzZZ04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491160147877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSVWV43jI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/zSdjJZ2qbXs/s400/zzZZ04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSP6TLMMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0CwLlFHhsaM/s1600-h/Spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491066720956610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSP6TLMMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0CwLlFHhsaM/s400/Spy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSLK3r9lI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ec_Js2iVlBw/s1600-h/Shih-Tzu+rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490985269720658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSLK3r9lI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ec_Js2iVlBw/s400/Shih-Tzu+rug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSDwGNpfI/AAAAAAAAA8A/R5kyi8B0mhY/s1600-h/Pig+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490857823806962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSDwGNpfI/AAAAAAAAA8A/R5kyi8B0mhY/s400/Pig+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, so the pig kiss was a smile of horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSR-aFwPYI/AAAAAAAAA74/CeMU5Ger7lQ/s1600-h/LittleFellow+full+mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490766016953730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSR-aFwPYI/AAAAAAAAA74/CeMU5Ger7lQ/s400/LittleFellow+full+mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSR3-_p3cI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Jlm9M6HdMQ/s1600-h/husky_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490655664397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSR3-_p3cI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Jlm9M6HdMQ/s400/husky_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSReMeX8bI/AAAAAAAAA7o/hUdElbHKeww/s1600-h/cat+Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490212606308786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSReMeX8bI/AAAAAAAAA7o/hUdElbHKeww/s400/cat+Haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bryce can relate to this!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not that he has had a bad haircut but that he hates haircuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2153995073655543615?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2153995073655543615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2153995073655543615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2153995073655543615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2153995073655543615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-that-made-us-smile.html' title='Something that made us smile'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSSdoYFQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LsbsAWKUYJ4/s72-c/zzZZ+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1289986273217269424</id><published>2008-10-26T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:59:49.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Dog Tired!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSFFmLpO4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/Z83hH3jeg-I/s1600-h/dog+tired.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261476595870808962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSFFmLpO4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/Z83hH3jeg-I/s400/dog+tired.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not complaining, just stating a fact. I have been working from sun up to sun down. I have been cleaning, packing, and moving!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is such a blessing to have a day of rest.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSE_5kqjoI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/96NQ3UHkLOE/s1600-h/Dog-tired2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261476497996811906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSE_5kqjoI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/96NQ3UHkLOE/s400/Dog-tired2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually we worked well past sun down.  Last night we got home at 10:30 pm and then realized we had quite a bit of work here to prepare properly for the Sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1289986273217269424?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1289986273217269424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1289986273217269424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1289986273217269424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1289986273217269424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-dog-tired.html' title='I Am Dog Tired!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SQSFFmLpO4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/Z83hH3jeg-I/s72-c/dog+tired.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-6445242919336794742</id><published>2008-10-21T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:04:44.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some advice</title><content type='html'>I heard a few years ago that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; had become a neutral color. What is your opinion? Is there a shade of green that is a neutral color? If one were to put a supposed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neutral green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; carpet into their home, would it not be out of date in 5-10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shade is that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neutral green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if there is such a color?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-6445242919336794742?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6445242919336794742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=6445242919336794742' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6445242919336794742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6445242919336794742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-some-advice.html' title='Need some advice'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5031844226102407206</id><published>2008-10-20T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:19:57.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is Jenn!</title><content type='html'>1-Link to the person who tagged you and post these rules on your own post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog- some random- some weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Tag 7 people at the end of your post-leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Comment to the people you tagged and let them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a fear of large crowds.  I can handle church but struggle with church activities.  I think that is because church is very structured and you do not have to talk to anyone if you do not wish to.  I freak at activities because you are thrown in a large room with lots of people and have to strike up a conversation with someone.  I would much rather have to speak in Stake Conference than try to socialize at a random activity.  Funny thing is I enjoy Small parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I wish I had eloped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I loved playing "Secret Agent" with my best friend Heather Howell in third grade.  How to play:  Sneak around public places (hotels were best) and avoid being seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- David makes the best steaks(I wrote this for you Jenn:)!  They are so good that Bryce almost worships them.   He wants to have a steak house when he grows up and if he can make them like his dad I am sure he will be successful.  I however want Bryce to be a History Professor.  Bryce LOVES history (like his mom) and he has a knack for teaching (like his dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Bugs usually don't bug me, nor do snakes, lizards, spiders etc.  I guess one advantage to having boys.  However one time last year I was mopping and found a HUGE spider which I killed promptly (I kill spiders because of the worry of poisonous spiders biting my children, call me a mother grizzly bear).  As soon as I killed it, 100 baby spiders went running in a million different directions.  This did put me over the edge and I freaked a bit.  Other than that I do OK.  Even the three black widows we have found in our home recently have not rattled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I had a dream last night that I was showing my mom and my sister homes that were for sale.  The problem was I was not a Realtor (which I am not) and I did not have permission to be in the homes.  The first home, we had to sneak out of before the owners discovered us.  I made it out but my mom did not.  The second home Mechelle and I did not make it out.  However it was Harrison Ford, Steve Murphy and some other celebrity who caught us.  They talked to us like it was normal for us to be in their home.    Then they asked Mechelle what her name was and she said Julie W. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- In 8Th grade I was voted best looking not because I was especially pretty but because I went through puberty especially early and was especially endowed.  It was very humiliating for me.  I have since lost most of that anatomy due to breast feeding.  I love it, David mourns it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like tagging people so no pressure...&lt;br /&gt;Mechelle, Frumpy, Heidi, Rachel, Jen, Wonder Woman, &amp;amp; Michelle T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5031844226102407206?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5031844226102407206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5031844226102407206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5031844226102407206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5031844226102407206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-it-is-jenn.html' title='Here it is Jenn!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2775498351193029512</id><published>2008-10-20T08:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:30:04.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some photos of the inside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyR4kTUQuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8YMkxwcJyEU/s1600-h/105_7184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238865865294562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyR4kTUQuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8YMkxwcJyEU/s400/105_7184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few pictures of the inside.  I need to take some more of the downstairs and such.  This week is a BUSY week of deep cleaning, painting, and packing.  Fun times!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRjRWXcHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/e2M4DruS8C8/s1600-h/105_7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238500000559218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRjRWXcHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/e2M4DruS8C8/s400/105_7182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRQrFuqQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H7qlZ-T-Nvg/s1600-h/105_7173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238180492585218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRQrFuqQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H7qlZ-T-Nvg/s400/105_7173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRDkkKHlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/1ijaSIrFtz4/s1600-h/105_7172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259237955402866258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyRDkkKHlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/1ijaSIrFtz4/s400/105_7172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2775498351193029512?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2775498351193029512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2775498351193029512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2775498351193029512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2775498351193029512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-are-some-photos-of-inside.html' title='Here are some photos of the inside!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPyR4kTUQuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/8YMkxwcJyEU/s72-c/105_7184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2196727576675720174</id><published>2008-10-14T10:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:12:35.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God IS a God of Miracles!</title><content type='html'>We are under contract to buy a home. After two years of searching it has finally happen. As long as the home inspection and appraisal all go well we should be home owners by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now until we gain right of occupancy will probably feel longer than the last year and half. If nothing else I will have learned patience and all things come to pass in the Lord's time through this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home is only two blocks away from where we live. The boys will be able to continue going to the same school. YEAH! We will move to a new ward which is disappointing but we are in Utah. Odds were not good that we would be able to stay in the ward. Even though we did try to stay, sometimes it is just not the Lord's will. The good news is that I will be in my cousin and aunt's ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that the boys will be able to keep the friends they have acquired. I am so thankful to be in a home for the holidays. I am so thankful to have access to my canning supplies again. I may even be able to do some canning although it will be late in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since almost all that we own has been in storage for the past year and half. I have had to buy some duplicates of kitchen items. I said that I would have enough for two homes by the time we buy a home. The marvel of it all is that I will have two kitchens in this home. I will be set up for the second kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord IS in charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have been waiting to get pictures to post this but if I wait any longer we will have moved in by the time I figure out how to download the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2196727576675720174?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2196727576675720174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2196727576675720174' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2196727576675720174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2196727576675720174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-god-of-miracles.html' title='God IS a God of Miracles!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3677236156472119184</id><published>2008-10-13T10:45:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:25:25.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO6sc5Z9hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/W6i-ZVoBj1o/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256750462905480722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO6sc5Z9hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/W6i-ZVoBj1o/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO3fi1C6yI/AAAAAAAAAvE/aKSB36xieuo/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO1K7SZNkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_covl3-elWE/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256744389389661762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO1K7SZNkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_covl3-elWE/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 12, 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we discovered this beautiful spot up in Hobble Creek Canyon. The trees and their fall colors, the creek and the mountains makes for a fun time and a picture moment. We had to go back up yesterday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of each one of us. I am shocked by the lines on my face. I am not getting any younger. Love the messy hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not wait to take Mechelle up there. She will LOVE all the picture opportunities. We sure do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to many picnics along the creek and campfires at night. I just wished we had discovered them a little earlier in the year. Something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO04HoRglI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iSaBhovNZxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256744066285142610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO04HoRglI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iSaBhovNZxQ/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO0SddVaOI/AAAAAAAAAus/tvJnWuhaxew/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256743419309811938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO0SddVaOI/AAAAAAAAAus/tvJnWuhaxew/s400/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO0BGA3PzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ukA_ZjCp0B8/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPOxyg_f4NI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CxZxvhbl1n0/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256740671479341266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPOxyg_f4NI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CxZxvhbl1n0/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPOzjuf2AkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2C2tsg2o-Jo/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256742616429888066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPOzjuf2AkI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2C2tsg2o-Jo/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3677236156472119184?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3677236156472119184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3677236156472119184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3677236156472119184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3677236156472119184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-family.html' title='Me &amp; My family'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPO6sc5Z9hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/W6i-ZVoBj1o/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-541435009377319243</id><published>2008-10-13T09:35:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:02:31.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fruits of Our New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNw5Msww_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UbPnjT6lweg/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669318035325938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNw5Msww_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UbPnjT6lweg/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNwsaJUxyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_2P8ZdiTD3k/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNwKLiYrkI/AAAAAAAAAts/RkgaHDhGdiI/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256668510269517378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNwKLiYrkI/AAAAAAAAAts/RkgaHDhGdiI/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNvlmaWH5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/yrEYtWMZzEQ/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256667881828392850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNvlmaWH5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/yrEYtWMZzEQ/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNvRITzS4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/RcyfHC8TOBc/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256667530150497154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNvRITzS4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/RcyfHC8TOBc/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNurXzOmWI/AAAAAAAAAtU/EEKny_k3oCw/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256666881473812834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNurXzOmWI/AAAAAAAAAtU/EEKny_k3oCw/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNucESMiEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/u1Z2wchhm5U/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256666618536953922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNucESMiEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/u1Z2wchhm5U/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNuEsD0V9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/jX7udcEscSE/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256666216897206226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNuEsD0V9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/jX7udcEscSE/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNsJRRdKhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YRvyb5T_11w/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256664096582740498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNsJRRdKhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/YRvyb5T_11w/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNrmoKX3dI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XUpnZGueUG4/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256663501431627218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNrmoKX3dI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XUpnZGueUG4/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-541435009377319243?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/541435009377319243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=541435009377319243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/541435009377319243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/541435009377319243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-fruits-of-our-new-camera.html' title='Some fruits of Our New Camera'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNw5Msww_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UbPnjT6lweg/s72-c/DSC_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2920314043065712094</id><published>2008-10-13T09:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:34:42.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNqA6kuEuI/AAAAAAAAAss/0goPKCAIAvU/s1600-h/tithing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661754027315938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNqA6kuEuI/AAAAAAAAAss/0goPKCAIAvU/s400/tithing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In church yesterday, I heard a quote that I LOVED! President Joseph F Smith said that a person who pays tithing will never apostasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paying tithing not only takes faith but it builds faith. This faith will help people to obey the Lord's commandments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that if I ever have a friend or family member that is less active and wanting to come back to the church but is struggling, the best advice is to have them start by paying an honest tithe. I believe this will give them the added faith needed to come back. Just a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2920314043065712094?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2920314043065712094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2920314043065712094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2920314043065712094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2920314043065712094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabbath-thought.html' title='Sabbath Thought'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SPNqA6kuEuI/AAAAAAAAAss/0goPKCAIAvU/s72-c/tithing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2207785158192112304</id><published>2008-10-08T08:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:29:33.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Habla Espanol</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was slowing leaving dreamland and waking  to reality.  Not my favorite time of day and NO I am NOT lazy!!!!  I was thinking of the little boy in Ross's Kindergarten class that is having to learn English.  His parents do not speak English and they are not the only ones in  our neighborhood like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of five families on our block alone like this.  Some of them speak broken English and one family does speak English quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was laying in bed, I was wishing I could speak with these ladies.  Then the thought came to me that I should offer to teach them English in exchange for them to teach me Spanish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited by this thought.  On my mission we offered free English classes to the Italians (although they said we did not speak English, we spoke American.  They thought they were two different languages).  It was a fun night and a powerful  missionary opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the MTC and see if I can buy the books they give to the missionaries to study Spanish from.  Then I will talk to all my Spanish speaking neighbors to see if they will exchange English lessons for Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited!  I really really really want to learn to speak Spanish.  I understand so much but when I go to speak it only Italian comes out.  I am improving  but not as quickly as I'd like to.  I hope this works out and gets me more fluent in Spanish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2207785158192112304?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2207785158192112304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2207785158192112304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2207785158192112304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2207785158192112304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/habla-espanol.html' title='Habla Espanol'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-745703574411933674</id><published>2008-10-05T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:26:13.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Powerful thougt from General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOkGh2Fi0QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zJ8jmNTiYBM/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253737618828611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOkGh2Fi0QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zJ8jmNTiYBM/s400/faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; Where there is faith there is no Fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-745703574411933674?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/745703574411933674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=745703574411933674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/745703574411933674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/745703574411933674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/powerful-thougt-from-general-conference.html' title='A Powerful thougt from General Conference'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOkGh2Fi0QI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zJ8jmNTiYBM/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8651211046214412144</id><published>2008-10-04T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:20:40.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Prayer</title><content type='html'>This is from my sister, Mechelle's blog.  Wanted to pass this on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeJVN3jdlI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeJu2RAJP6c/s1600-h/Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253318487943902802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeJVN3jdlI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeJu2RAJP6c/s400/Prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of people who dropped what they were doing every night at a prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England , its people and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This had an amazing effect as bombing stopped. There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America . The United States of America needs prayer more than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join us by spending one minute in group prayer for the safety of the United States, our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, for wisdom and courage for our leaders, the up-coming election and that our hearts will turn to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eastern Time 9:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Central 8:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountain 7:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pacific 6:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you be doing at the appointed time in your neck of the woods tonight?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8651211046214412144?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8651211046214412144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8651211046214412144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8651211046214412144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8651211046214412144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-of-prayer.html' title='Power of Prayer'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeJVN3jdlI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeJu2RAJP6c/s72-c/Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3111415643080979112</id><published>2008-10-04T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:23:32.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close Yet So Far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeKZ6xzB0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/z6J8DBc7Lco/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253319668230457154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeKZ6xzB0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/z6J8DBc7Lco/s400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeHVhpqBsI/AAAAAAAAArk/KyCSlVx9uYI/s1600-h/Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David and I wrote and presented two separate offers on the same home over the last few weeks. It is a foreclosed home and the amount that is owed on the loan is far more than it is currently worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We obviously offered what it is now worth and the banks just feel they can not lose that much money. The people making decision are out in the East somewhere. They have never seen the home, the condition it is in, the area or the surrounding homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only communication the listing agent has had with these bankers is via e-mail. This agent is even frustrated that they did not accept our offer since it was a good and fair offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad, angry, or sad. I can not even say I am much frustrated. I am a wee bit disappointed but also a wee bit relieved. Mostly I am just numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wished to be in a home by the start of all the upcoming holidays. I am a bit startled (if startle is the right word?) I will still be in this little two bedroom one bath apartment for the second holidays in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel like a loser that we still have not bought a home. I can just imagine the thoughts of all our aquaintances. Those who know us but don't really know us or why we have not bought a home. I am sure they all think financially we are in ruins. That we are destitude and can not afford a home. That it is all a facade that we are house hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't entirely care what people think. I trust God and that is all that matters. I just wish I knew what His plan for us was however He will tell me when I need to know. In the meantime I must trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3111415643080979112?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3111415643080979112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3111415643080979112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3111415643080979112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3111415643080979112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So Close Yet So Far!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SOeKZ6xzB0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/z6J8DBc7Lco/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-48907594538389901</id><published>2008-09-26T18:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:08:21.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>September, is always such a fun month!</title><content type='html'>Ca&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SN5aH6c-lsI/AAAAAAAAArU/WwUQ57Lvntk/s1600-h/canned+salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733307556959938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SN5aH6c-lsI/AAAAAAAAArU/WwUQ57Lvntk/s400/canned+salsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nning, the school book fair, and being ill last week, OH MY!!! I hope someday to get b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SN5Z_wTuQsI/AAAAAAAAArM/l08Pn_8GWWs/s1600-h/canned+pears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733167394833090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SN5Z_wTuQsI/AAAAAAAAArM/l08Pn_8GWWs/s400/canned+pears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ack to blogging on a regular basis! For now, it is a bit here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-48907594538389901?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/48907594538389901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=48907594538389901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/48907594538389901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/48907594538389901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-is-always-such-fun-month.html' title='September, is always such a fun month!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SN5aH6c-lsI/AAAAAAAAArU/WwUQ57Lvntk/s72-c/canned+salsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-508162605943996465</id><published>2008-09-13T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:16:29.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Janell, I am thinking of you!</title><content type='html'>I want you to know that I am thinking and praying for you.  Despite the fact that I am not blogging these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Janell, is having her brain tumors removed on Monday.  Please remember her in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Janell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-508162605943996465?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/508162605943996465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=508162605943996465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/508162605943996465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/508162605943996465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/09/janell-i-am-thinking-of-you.html' title='Janell, I am thinking of you!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8504750628030931502</id><published>2008-08-24T19:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:21:57.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOUUCH!!!  But we did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLISBm8ZDBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rR7d9Q7uh5g/s1600-h/108_6506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238269135428324370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLISBm8ZDBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rR7d9Q7uh5g/s400/108_6506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two and a half years of running almost daily (never on Sunday of course and only on Saturdays when training for an event demanded it), I FINALLY fullfilled my goal of running a half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good good good friend Nikki, signed up for Top of Utah and talked me into it. It was really challenging, especially with my kids' summer. After some insane moments and positive peer pressure I did it. Thanks Nikki, David, my kids and many others of you, without your help it would not have happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this race is that I NEVER HAVE TO DO ANOTHER HALF MARATHON AGAIN, if I don't want to. I can check this goal off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture up and to the left is my sprint to the finish line. As I was running as fast as I could to the finish line, I heard a man say, "WOW!" That was the coolest and most gratifying thing I heard from all the spectators except my family of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLIRwDA_GbI/AAAAAAAAAps/nk2c_DtQ1KA/s1600-h/108_6513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238268833726142898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLIRwDA_GbI/AAAAAAAAAps/nk2c_DtQ1KA/s400/108_6513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nikki and me after our race. Was that ever a sweet moment. So glad I did it and even gladder (OK so it may not be a word, I'm using it!) that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLIRjIuCqqI/AAAAAAAAApk/rPjeOtMsjG8/s1600-h/108_6506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOH, where is my Ben Gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8504750628030931502?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8504750628030931502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8504750628030931502' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8504750628030931502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8504750628030931502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/oooouuch-but-we-did-it.html' title='OOOOUUCH!!!  But we did it!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SLISBm8ZDBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rR7d9Q7uh5g/s72-c/108_6506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1004807837830443928</id><published>2008-08-20T17:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:31:57.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SKyoFuVheyI/AAAAAAAAApc/Fzi6hZVse18/s1600-h/Overwhelmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236745283016162082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SKyoFuVheyI/AAAAAAAAApc/Fzi6hZVse18/s400/Overwhelmed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may have noticed that lately I have been a LOSER blogger.  I have felt overwhelmed of late and have had to give up something.  Since blogging is something that occupies much of my time and is more of a luxury than most things in my life; it has been blogging that is being given up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sorry to all my beautiful and wonderful blogging family and friends.  I hope to come around here and there but for now it is more missed than hit.  Know that I think of you and hope life is truly grand for you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1004807837830443928?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1004807837830443928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1004807837830443928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1004807837830443928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1004807837830443928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-may-have-noticed-that-lately-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SKyoFuVheyI/AAAAAAAAApc/Fzi6hZVse18/s72-c/Overwhelmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-6643607709546508481</id><published>2008-08-10T08:57:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:44:34.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peek Into Our Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8JTSEfMNI/AAAAAAAAApM/wDQYBz7-o6U/s1600-h/DSCF6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911518900629714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8JTSEfMNI/AAAAAAAAApM/wDQYBz7-o6U/s400/DSCF6053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a concert and it was free!  We are blessed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8I76kh0tI/AAAAAAAAApE/5WRiugWGchw/s1600-h/102_6475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911117455577810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8I76kh0tI/AAAAAAAAApE/5WRiugWGchw/s400/102_6475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids say that we worked them to the bones and here is the evidence!!!  If only they knew how easy they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8IBehpwRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DqbGEKlk6yk/s1600-h/102_6470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232910113494909202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8IBehpwRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DqbGEKlk6yk/s400/102_6470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAGOON FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8HnLtUL2I/AAAAAAAAAos/FkXvv0-M3MM/s1600-h/102_6471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232909661766954850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8HnLtUL2I/AAAAAAAAAos/FkXvv0-M3MM/s400/102_6471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8G8FiSPpI/AAAAAAAAAok/8KRQxB1TT7k/s1600-h/DSCF6062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232908921375702674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8G8FiSPpI/AAAAAAAAAok/8KRQxB1TT7k/s400/DSCF6062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Gl9vYt7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/u9gZl3mmSCs/s1600-h/DSCF6063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232908541326047154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Gl9vYt7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/u9gZl3mmSCs/s400/DSCF6063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8GWO_ErnI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8KvhfeUdGdQ/s1600-h/DSCF6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232908271077338738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8GWO_ErnI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8KvhfeUdGdQ/s400/DSCF6061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Fli8deKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XtpakAW5rj8/s1600-h/102_6457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232907434621499554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Fli8deKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/XtpakAW5rj8/s400/102_6457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8FMGYSCcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/X4sBS80k7Zo/s1600-h/102_6459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232906997456832962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8FMGYSCcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/X4sBS80k7Zo/s400/102_6459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8E5zTzAMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9J5EX59Vczo/s1600-h/102_6463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232906683100102850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8E5zTzAMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9J5EX59Vczo/s400/102_6463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8EXmKp98I/AAAAAAAAAn0/6Hnr5YRCauk/s1600-h/102_6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232906095456548802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8EXmKp98I/AAAAAAAAAn0/6Hnr5YRCauk/s400/102_6421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8EJkhPi9I/AAAAAAAAAns/5naMj6uE6PI/s1600-h/102_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232905854496246738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8EJkhPi9I/AAAAAAAAAns/5naMj6uE6PI/s400/102_6419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pierce is reading to Ross.  Love this face!!!  You may not see how Ross is resting his head on Pierce's shoulder and Pierce is letting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ross is learning to ride his bike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8DLOvn8hI/AAAAAAAAAnc/EwebKZ4B9b0/s1600-h/102_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232904783499096594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8DLOvn8hI/AAAAAAAAAnc/EwebKZ4B9b0/s400/102_6413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8DsroNrpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/onyDXEpDlGQ/s1600-h/102_6409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232905358188326546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8DsroNrpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/onyDXEpDlGQ/s400/102_6409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he is off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Cnj5rR1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/QaQcIbjxT9A/s1600-h/102_6392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232904170703112018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8Cnj5rR1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/QaQcIbjxT9A/s400/102_6392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the awe on Ross's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-6643607709546508481?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6643607709546508481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=6643607709546508481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6643607709546508481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6643607709546508481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/peek-into-our-week.html' title='A Peek Into Our Week!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ8JTSEfMNI/AAAAAAAAApM/wDQYBz7-o6U/s72-c/DSCF6053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5401387376273868403</id><published>2008-08-10T07:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:44:39.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday Thought</title><content type='html'>This week as we were reading in Alma, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ79mFk2tTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FB5sZASxpiE/s1600-h/Gods+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232898647824708914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ79mFk2tTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FB5sZASxpiE/s400/Gods+beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we read when Alma talks to Corianton his son. These are beautiful passages of scriptures. They discuss the Lord's Plan of Salvation, the atonement, the resurrection and then some. What a comfort it is that the Lord has provided a way home for us. A means that we can find peace in this life. I am overwhelmed by his generosity to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had many discussions through out these passages. One was of the forbidden fruit and the Tree of life. I had one child that thought some of the actions done at this time was foolish. David asked if this was building faith and this child was quickly humbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, then said that God's ways are not our ways. His knowledge and understanding is beyond ours. That we can not even begin to understand what he knows. That we must learn to trust Him and have faith in Him. That everything he does is for our good and although it does not make sense to us or seem logical that we can know it is for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was such a sweet spirit there and it reminded me of who really is in charge. I feel that my trial are lighter just knowing who God is, what He does for me and that He loves me. One of my favorite quotes is something President Benson said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nothing is going to startle us more when we pass through the veil to the other side than to realize how well we know our Father and how familiar His face is ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for my Heavenly Father has soared over the pass few years. To know that He is the greatest and most powerful being in the universe and yet He wants me to pray to Him is almost more than I can comprehend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really are no words that can express my deep feelings for Him. I love and cherish Him and am eternally grateful to Him. This will have to suffice.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ79wa5Iy7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/z0GL72s3WZA/s1600-h/Gods+country.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5401387376273868403?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5401387376273868403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5401387376273868403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5401387376273868403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5401387376273868403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-thought.html' title='A Sunday Thought'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJ79mFk2tTI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FB5sZASxpiE/s72-c/Gods+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5109574043207437392</id><published>2008-08-04T13:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:28:59.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here he is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdUtV88usI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nqVBkBfIMa8/s1600-h/102_6390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230742630177749698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdUtV88usI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nqVBkBfIMa8/s400/102_6390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my newest nephew Grayson! Jenn is here with me and she is another faithful blogger. Her link is here on the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I am not near as cute as Grayson!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Do you see my 12 year old all over that baby?  He is a baby whisperer!  He loves loves loves them and they love him.  His future woman-face is one lucky lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5109574043207437392?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5109574043207437392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5109574043207437392' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5109574043207437392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5109574043207437392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-he-is.html' title='Here he is!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdUtV88usI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nqVBkBfIMa8/s72-c/102_6390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4176774008731615006</id><published>2008-08-04T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:10:57.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny!</title><content type='html'>My 12 year old just read the title of my blog "Desperately Resisting Chocolate."  This is his comment, "You are not doing too great with that mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bryce!  Way to make me come out of fantasy land!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4176774008731615006?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4176774008731615006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4176774008731615006' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4176774008731615006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4176774008731615006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-funny.html' title='Something Funny!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7781167822216303807</id><published>2008-08-04T12:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:02:36.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snyder Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdNMxADD1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/L8WUh-sEGFo/s1600-h/102_6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230734373921427282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdNMxADD1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/L8WUh-sEGFo/s400/102_6305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Snyders&lt;/span&gt; are some of our very best friends from when we lived in Spokane&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdMraHuinI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OQMyOOfpb3A/s1600-h/102_6276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230733800843938418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdMraHuinI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OQMyOOfpb3A/s400/102_6276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It so happen that in the same summer '05, they moved to Logan we also moved to Boise.  Now that we live in Utah we go very regularly (maybe too regularly for them:)) to visit them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the perfect family for our family.  The kids are all best friends,  Nikki and I are best of friends, and even Todd and David are great pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week, since David was off to some foreign land, we decided we NEEDED to see our pals.  It is always good for our souls to see them and we come home better and stronger people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdMLK0lcvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/IJNEgzC2kQw/s1600-h/102_6303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230733246981305074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdMLK0lcvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/IJNEgzC2kQw/s400/102_6303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are just a few photos of some of the fun we had with them.  Thanks Snyder Family for welcoming us into your home and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdL5mT7MqI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yGE1tVPJo7w/s1600-h/102_6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732945122865826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdL5mT7MqI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yGE1tVPJo7w/s400/102_6322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLuGzCrkI/AAAAAAAAAl8/MovwczWMe9g/s1600-h/102_6326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732747684884034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLuGzCrkI/AAAAAAAAAl8/MovwczWMe9g/s400/102_6326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLfudR35I/AAAAAAAAAl0/mz50FdIp5H0/s1600-h/102_6340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732500632985490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLfudR35I/AAAAAAAAAl0/mz50FdIp5H0/s400/102_6340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLHfMeHRI/AAAAAAAAAls/DFoJwjHv0pw/s1600-h/102_6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732084219092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdLHfMeHRI/AAAAAAAAAls/DFoJwjHv0pw/s400/102_6387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdKpabCQsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AJ4QCk2K79k/s1600-h/102_6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230731567541928642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdKpabCQsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AJ4QCk2K79k/s400/102_6352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7781167822216303807?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7781167822216303807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7781167822216303807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7781167822216303807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7781167822216303807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/snyder-time.html' title='Snyder Time'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SJdNMxADD1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/L8WUh-sEGFo/s72-c/102_6305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5013779188237716058</id><published>2008-07-27T09:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:25:20.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Proof!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyaX5g9DsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Q56JdTJz5L8/s1600-h/102_6212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227723002837012162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyaX5g9DsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Q56JdTJz5L8/s400/102_6212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the "Adventure" Post, I mention that Bryce had been cranky, however all the pictures in that post he looked so cheerful. Here is a photo of him pretending to smile but... well a picture says it better than I can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just see all over his face "Is this over yet?" Or, "Tell me I was adopted." Right after this he tranformed. Not sure what or how this exactly happened but what matters is that it happened!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5013779188237716058?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5013779188237716058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5013779188237716058' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5013779188237716058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5013779188237716058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-proof.html' title='Here&apos;s Proof!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyaX5g9DsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Q56JdTJz5L8/s72-c/102_6212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8126821849950964942</id><published>2008-07-27T09:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:53:16.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE this face!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyZdl_vhDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uKSMhYsp73w/s1600-h/102_6231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227722001165026354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyZdl_vhDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uKSMhYsp73w/s400/102_6231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this in the previous post but accidently deleted it. Instead of adding it again and messing up the spacing of everything I just am adding another post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is hilarious. I was not the one taking the piture so I don't know if he was being silly or if David was trying to get him to smile (Ross is going through a non-smiling phase for pictures. I wonder if it will ever end?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guessing David told him not to smile and this is what we got!  Aren't 5 year olds the greatest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8126821849950964942?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8126821849950964942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8126821849950964942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8126821849950964942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8126821849950964942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-this-face.html' title='LOVE this face!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyZdl_vhDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uKSMhYsp73w/s72-c/102_6231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-9110069707095598822</id><published>2008-07-27T08:48:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:27:10.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Adventure!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyNWrMkl5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ydCMxR-9Kl4/s1600-h/102_6168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227708688162396050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyNWrMkl5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ydCMxR-9Kl4/s400/102_6168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, what we thought would be a 3 hour trip turned into an ALL day adventure. We set off early to pick Bryce up from Timberline Camp up near Mount Pleasant, Utah. One hour drive up, a hopefully short program and another hour drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyNCqRVsnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hj3deebNqc0/s1600-h/102_6178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227708344316572274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyNCqRVsnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hj3deebNqc0/s400/102_6178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!! You can not get David so close to the Manti Temple and not drive down to see it. So add another hour to our drive but NO!!! David got out the map and discovered if you just drive over this mountain you will be right outside of Ferron, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferron, Utah where is that? Good question and there are a very choice few who can answer that question. Small town in the middle of Utah (I would have written no where but did not want to offend our good good good friend Todd who is from Ferron).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMxfqaO7I/AAAAAAAAAk8/9-49UhdzhW8/s1600-h/102_6180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227708049411161010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMxfqaO7I/AAAAAAAAAk8/9-49UhdzhW8/s400/102_6180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Ferron, despite Bryce begging to go home (poor boy just wanted to shower after 6 days of no bathing. OK we ALL wanted him to have a shower), we could not return home without seeing "The Wedge" (aka The Little Grand Canyon) and the petroglyphs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, David discovered that if we just continue on this back road it would get us to highway 6 which is the very road that takes us to Utah Valley. Lets take the scenic route once again that took only 4 times longer but we did not see another living soul along the way. It is a good thing too the road was barely wide enough for our car and there were rock walls on either side of the roads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMiqKVHwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Kr-rz_Upbfc/s1600-h/102_6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227707794531360514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMiqKVHwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Kr-rz_Upbfc/s400/102_6211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was Incredible! However I could not help thinking 1-I hope this is the actual road that goes to Hwy 6, 2-I hope we do not have car troubles (because we will be stranded for days not to mention no cell coverage there), and 3-Did we take the right side of the fork in all 3 forks? I took a lot of comfort in knowing that we had a tent, two sleeping bags and lots of water in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely an adventure. No real harm was done except... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMR39IR0I/AAAAAAAAAks/VcEP06AdJrI/s1600-h/102_6218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227707506176313154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMR39IR0I/AAAAAAAAAks/VcEP06AdJrI/s400/102_6218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David and I missed the Osmond/Mormon Tab. Pioneer concert we had tickets to&lt;br /&gt;-A flat tire&lt;br /&gt;-David spraying Ross, the inside and out of the car, and me with muddy water driving crazy through the once dry river bottoms that had water due to the storms we were witnessing all afternoon&lt;br /&gt;-I was in flip flops (because I thought it was a simple up and back trip), try hiking in flip flops!!! OK, this was not harmful but just a little irritating.&lt;br /&gt;-We did not have jacket. Normally we would not have needed them being in a hot triple digit climate but it was chilly day and would have liked having a jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMDzqVjCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YjaopvSSJC8/s1600-h/102_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227707264505580578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyMDzqVjCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YjaopvSSJC8/s400/102_6219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite these little annoyances, we would all do it again because this is what we saw/experienced...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-most amazing water and firework show put on by Mother Nature. Thunder is REALLY REALLY REALLY loud when you are only a 1/2 mile from where it strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The possible start of wilderness fire due to lightening (yes, we reported it). We never saw fire just smoldering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The most incredible and beautiful drive of my life, driving over a mountain. Whe&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyLvKVjMVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4zd_Z1PvIN4/s1600-h/102_6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227706909815157074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyLvKVjMVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4zd_Z1PvIN4/s400/102_6227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re can you be in the most green and lush meadow and a half a minute later be in a desolate wilderness? We can show you!!! BTW, never ever assume cutting through a mountain will save you time!!! It was well worth it but 12 miles took 45 minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Learning the difference between Picturegraphs and Petroglyphs and getting to see both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Cave explorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Fun with echos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Learning to love Utah despite my resistance!&lt;br /&gt;-Being beyond thrilled that all the kids left their DS, gameboys, MP3 players at home and enjoying the ride as much as the destinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Seeing the transformation of a tired, cranky, camping pre-teen boy that was not particularly thrilled to see his family (or at least he hid it really well) become a cheerful, talkative (holy cow did he talk), happy to be with his family again after a weeks absent 12 year old son/brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Hair standing up due to the lightening storm (yes, we made sure the storm was far far far a way before we got out of the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyLJpb2IOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UZwgc888Xc0/s1600-h/102_6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227706265328034018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyLJpb2IOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UZwgc888Xc0/s400/102_6243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Eating Gyros for dinner (I LOVE LOVE LOVE gyros, Umm good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could have seen our car at its dirtiest!!! We could have gotten a way with a crime because there was no way of reading our license plate. I went out to see the car this morning. Although it is not clean it is no where near as dirty as it was, thanks to the rain storm we drove through on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sum of the trip. I quote from my adorable 10 year old Pierce, "It looked like Dad wanted to see the Whole Utah in one day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-9110069707095598822?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9110069707095598822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=9110069707095598822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9110069707095598822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9110069707095598822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-adventure.html' title='A Day of Adventure!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIyNWrMkl5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ydCMxR-9Kl4/s72-c/102_6168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7942064823171030974</id><published>2008-07-25T08:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:31:56.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierce, The Man!</title><content type='html'>I want my kids to swim, I mean REALLY swim! I had swimming lessons a fe&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn9l1_SLbI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MTMFXkMwAGQ/s1600-h/102_6012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226987669129670066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn9l1_SLbI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MTMFXkMwAGQ/s400/102_6012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w times as a kid, plus I grew up with a swimming pool but I would not call myself a swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A running partner gave me this great advice. The best and only way your kids will REALLY learn to swim is to put them on the swim team. Here in Springville, there is the UV Rays swim team and they have a swim camp during the months of June and July. I signed Bryce and Pierce up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They swim so well now! Not only that but they are in great physical shape and did I mention anything about confidence. I love it&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn9M4JKv9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/KE6o03X0yTU/s1600-h/102_6008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226987240211267538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn9M4JKv9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/KE6o03X0yTU/s400/102_6008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I want them to continue through the entire year. I would love my kids to be on the swim team at school! Such a great sport that they will actually use the rest of their lives.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn-h2kOpBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/52C-JW-tF3I/s1600-h/102_6016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988700076778514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn-h2kOpBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/52C-JW-tF3I/s400/102_6016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was the last day of swim camp. It was a mock swim meet. Bryce and Pierce's favorite stroke is the Breast Stroke. Bryce was unable to participate since he is at BSA camp this week. However Pierce swam the Breast stroke in the 25 and 100. He is a fast little cookie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn-h2kOpBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/52C-JW-tF3I/s1600-h/102_6016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT JOB PIERCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7942064823171030974?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7942064823171030974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7942064823171030974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7942064823171030974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7942064823171030974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/pierce-man.html' title='Pierce, The Man!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn9l1_SLbI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MTMFXkMwAGQ/s72-c/102_6012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1102149148170811785</id><published>2008-07-25T07:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:18:19.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn7SqALs1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/lW_P9XNSibI/s1600-h/102_6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226985140471444306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn7SqALs1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/lW_P9XNSibI/s400/102_6123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to explore the Utah mountains for Pioneer day. In the state of Utah you get the day off (at least most of folks get the day off) on the 24TH of July, to celebrate the arrival of the first pioneers into the desert wilderness of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must had been a bitter sweet moment. So happy to end the trek but not sure they were overjoyed with this new home. It is beautiful no&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn1Z5srOLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/wLSNedzlGRU/s1600-h/102_6069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226978667873908914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn1Z5srOLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/wLSNedzlGRU/s400/102_6069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w but how brown and desolate it must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn0neu6IUI/AAAAAAAAAik/eJ0Xw1c7ToE/s1600-h/102_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hiked for over 2 miles into an incredible fishing hole. The boys fished and I entertained our 5 year old since his fishing attention is short, very short!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so amazed by Ross! He hiked the entire way, 4 1/2 miles round trip. Only one or two times did he ask to be carried. This is the same child that can not walk around the block with me without needing a ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To honor the pioneers we sang Pioneer songs. The favorite was "Pioneer Children s&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn3ny-QD3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/dHlXmQURfLs/s1600-h/102_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226981105610002290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn3ny-QD3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/dHlXmQURfLs/s400/102_6081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang as they walked and walked and walked!" The kids all thought they knew how those Pioneer kids felt. HA, we hiked a measly 4 miles with hardly a thing to carry. Then we hopped into a car, DROVE home, took baths/showers and slept in our cozy beds!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pioneer Children walked two to three times that distance in one day, had to sleep on the ground, and get up the next day and do it all over again. Not&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn2YfBXeOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Bbi1qYxcqWI/s1600-h/102_6067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226979743044696290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn2YfBXeOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Bbi1qYxcqWI/s400/102_6067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to even mention we had sunscreen, bug repellent, great food, the list goes on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine how strong and lean they were by the time they arrived in Utah? Maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn05lpkseI/AAAAAAAAAis/Nmfh-QPadgo/s1600-h/102_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226978112736375266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn05lpkseI/AAAAAAAAAis/Nmfh-QPadgo/s400/102_6064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that is the next big idea for a diet craze! We can all go on a trek together and get phyiscally fit!!! There has got to be an easier way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn0neu6IUI/AAAAAAAAAik/eJ0Xw1c7ToE/s1600-h/102_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226977801642058050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn0neu6IUI/AAAAAAAAAik/eJ0Xw1c7ToE/s400/102_6060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn05lpkseI/AAAAAAAAAis/Nmfh-QPadgo/s1600-h/102_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1102149148170811785?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1102149148170811785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1102149148170811785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1102149148170811785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1102149148170811785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIn7SqALs1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/lW_P9XNSibI/s72-c/102_6123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8352569680357127260</id><published>2008-07-22T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:54:06.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIZGapjw8-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/nmB3JasEkog/s1600-h/Julies+mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941841256444898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIZGapjw8-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/nmB3JasEkog/s400/Julies+mosaic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;The mosaic:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. Julie  2. Pesto and Pasta  3. Pullman High School Greyhounds  4. Pink &amp;amp; Black  5. Mr. Darcy  6. Italian Sodas  7. Scuba Diving in the tropic  8. Death By Chocolate anything  9.  A happy Grandma  10.  God, family, and Joy  11.  Faithful  12.  Juliet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Here is how you can play too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)" href="http://flickr.com/search/?q="&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;mosaic maker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;The Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Your flickr name. (kid version: favorite animal?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8352569680357127260?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8352569680357127260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8352569680357127260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8352569680357127260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8352569680357127260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/mosaic-1.html' title=''/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIZGapjw8-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/nmB3JasEkog/s72-c/Julies+mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2562758580584322029</id><published>2008-07-21T11:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:30:21.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag Deal</title><content type='html'>My friend Heidi had this on her blog and tagged everyone who read it. So I will do the same but Heidi you don't have to do it AGAIN! This is just my style short and sweet and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPLUKQduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LSavjfPqfPk/s1600-h/flip+flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529260953859810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPLUKQduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LSavjfPqfPk/s400/flip+flops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black T-shirt (I have 4 odds are I am wearing black, black is my favorite color to wear.  No I'm not a headbanger!)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPbj5DXQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iYqzYz2g71Q/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529540054572290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPbj5DXQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/iYqzYz2g71Q/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. a home&lt;br /&gt;2. a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who will fill his out:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mechelle&lt;br /&gt;2. Frumpster&lt;br /&gt;Now don't fail me you two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Helped Bryce pack for Timberline Camp&lt;br /&gt;2. Dry dishes after David washed them. Broken dishwaser, Uncle Merrill where is that Dishwasher!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITQ-JEJp6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/4UmKflB47ME/s1600-h/sal%3Bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531233660413858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITQ-JEJp6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/4UmKflB47ME/s400/sal%3Bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Yummy homemade taco salad with Cilantro dressing (I'm drooling just thinking about it) 2. Dried mangos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Two people you talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. David&lt;br /&gt;2. Mechelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPT6iIhrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/r7LC61-ltqI/s1600-h/messy+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are doing today (or did):&lt;br /&gt;1. Calling a realtor to show me a house&lt;br /&gt;2. Unburying my kids bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pullman, WA to Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;2. Pullman WA to Washington DC (OK this was not a car ride but a Greyhound bus ride does it still count?)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITOxPrMl0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JWhQV7-SEZ0/s1600-h/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225528813073241922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITOxPrMl0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JWhQV7-SEZ0/s400/drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Huckleberry Italian Sodas&lt;br /&gt;2. Virgin Strawberry Daquari tied with Virgin Pina-Colada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2562758580584322029?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2562758580584322029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2562758580584322029' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2562758580584322029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2562758580584322029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-deal.html' title='A Tag Deal'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SITPLUKQduI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LSavjfPqfPk/s72-c/flip+flops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7154616644958025597</id><published>2008-07-21T09:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:29:09.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Sweet Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3mNvhymI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zY0goCqoFz4/s1600-h/laughing+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225503334808537698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3mNvhymI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zY0goCqoFz4/s400/laughing+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Peter told me a funny story about my adorable cousin Janell, aka &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Frumpster&lt;/span&gt;! However before I tell the story I have to give some background information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad (Bill), Uncle Harold, and Uncle Peter always tell us they are our favor&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3qHrNrZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NxBDe727Ziw/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225503401899306386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3qHrNrZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NxBDe727Ziw/s400/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ite uncles. Often have I heard these words, "Hi this is your favorite Uncle so and so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time years and years ago, Uncle Peter,who is in fact my favorite Uncle &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; called Harold's home. Janell answered and Uncle Peter said, "Hi, this is your favorite Uncle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3hreXSHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-KfuQATKd-k/s1600-h/cat+laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225503256890263666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3hreXSHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-KfuQATKd-k/s400/cat+laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Quick Wit aka Janell, answered, "This does not sound like Uncle Bill!" Uncle Peter stills laughs out loud about this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess laughing is a family trait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7154616644958025597?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7154616644958025597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7154616644958025597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7154616644958025597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7154616644958025597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dear-sweet-family.html' title='My Dear Sweet Family'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SIS3mNvhymI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zY0goCqoFz4/s72-c/laughing+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7880658685279075805</id><published>2008-07-21T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:44:40.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierce, who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISuXGGqPZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-FW53eUrTgE/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225493179455389074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISuXGGqPZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-FW53eUrTgE/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week or so ago, Pierce came up to me with a pensive look on his face and asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, if someone is pregnant and that baby dies before it is born, will the baby go to another family?" I paused, wondering how this thought came into the head of a 10 year old boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response I said, "Some may go to another family and some probably have to be patient &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISubiTx_YI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_LtfT0Mfl8w/s1600-h/blue+eye+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225493255746092418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISubiTx_YI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_LtfT0Mfl8w/s400/blue+eye+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;until that particular family will get another chance to get them. I lost a baby and I am pretty sure that baby went to another home." In fact during a blessing I received at the time I was losing this baby, the holy ghost whispered to me this child was going to another home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That baby I lost would be almost 2 years old right now. In my heart she was a girl but I was not pregnant with her long enough to know for sure. I hope someday to meet her/him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7880658685279075805?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7880658685279075805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7880658685279075805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7880658685279075805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7880658685279075805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/pierce-who-are-you.html' title='Pierce, who are you?'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISuXGGqPZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-FW53eUrTgE/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8331061995800271251</id><published>2008-07-21T09:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:30:29.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 is not always so funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISqNaxCd6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GKbJlWIywfc/s1600-h/mad_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225488615156643746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISqNaxCd6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GKbJlWIywfc/s400/mad_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you may know if you have read other posts of mine, we were camping in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt; on the North Rim a few weeks ago with my sister. While there my little Ross says to my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Auntie M I could tell that was you because of your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIG behind&lt;/span&gt;!" She had been bending over at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY! How do I ever civilize these creatures we call boys. The real challenge is to teach them what not to say to the female genders??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SOOOOOOO sorry Mechelle and your behind is not big but Ross's will be once I am done with him (KIDDING, KIDDING, KIDDING)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom says that the job of a parent is to take these little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;barbaric&lt;/span&gt; children and civilize them! How true this is and how often I think of her words! There are moments I wonder if there is any hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8331061995800271251?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8331061995800271251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8331061995800271251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8331061995800271251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8331061995800271251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-is-not-always-so-fun.html' title='5 is not always so funny!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SISqNaxCd6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GKbJlWIywfc/s72-c/mad_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2687493489820311742</id><published>2008-07-09T09:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:50:41.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ross moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTaAxTEa9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/MZ4Jd30igSo/s1600-h/Ross+in+a+tree"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037574797421522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTaAxTEa9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/MZ4Jd30igSo/s400/Ross+in+a+tree" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our camping trip Ross and Uncle Jim were playing a guessing game. You each pick a card with a face on it. You then ask question until you figure out which person the other player has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross handed Uncle Jim his ,but first he peeked at it not so discreetly. Ross asked, "Does your guy have a mustache?" &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTZ8mREo5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/3LDjYjw1_jY/s1600-h/Ross+and+the+canyons"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037503116780434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTZ8mREo5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/3LDjYjw1_jY/s400/Ross+and+the+canyons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross said, "Yes it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim said, "No, I drew another card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross said, "What did you go and do that for?"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037367276502658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTZ0sOOfoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FuV3iRRiRCw/s400/Ross+and+binoculars" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2687493489820311742?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2687493489820311742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2687493489820311742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2687493489820311742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2687493489820311742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-ross-moments.html' title='A Ross moment'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHTaAxTEa9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/MZ4Jd30igSo/s72-c/Ross+in+a+tree' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-579634241375765152</id><published>2008-07-07T22:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:31:58.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I have been a loser blogger this week!</title><content type='html'>My sister, her family, and my family met at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsAY_CRQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLaStmp4Z0M/s1600-h/everyone"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494409526822146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsAY_CRQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLaStmp4Z0M/s400/everyone" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for our annual 4TH of July camping trip.   We had the time of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494565975693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsJfzWmkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/LX88jqzRXdA/s400/family+grand+canyon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsD5YWcvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LNvb7sKh6GE/s1600-h/family+bryce"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494469762544370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsD5YWcvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LNvb7sKh6GE/s400/family+bryce" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way home we took a bit of a detour and checked out Bryce Canyon.  It is breath taking as well and we look forward to a weekend trip to really see this National Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently un-burying my house from camping paraphernalia.  I will try to blog more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsD5YWcvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LNvb7sKh6GE/s1600-h/family+bryce"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-579634241375765152?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/579634241375765152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=579634241375765152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/579634241375765152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/579634241375765152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-have-been-loser-blogger-this-week.html' title='Why I have been a loser blogger this week!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SHLsAY_CRQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/xLaStmp4Z0M/s72-c/everyone' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4764351446033264974</id><published>2008-06-30T14:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:57:36.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Q!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not an actual picture of Cindy Q but it reminded me of my cute childhood friend!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGlIKgeZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV5CEcKfHNM/s1600-h/Cindy+Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217780988638783186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGlIKgeZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV5CEcKfHNM/s400/Cindy+Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we HAD to get out of the apartment and go. With dad gone, hot weather, and 500 square feet we needed a ROAD TRIP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my morning run, aka torture, I was trying to figure out something to go and do for the day. It hit me that our zoo membership was expiring on Monday (today) so it was our last chance to go see the SLC zoo. PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While making our picnic lunch it occurred to me that at the zoo, I would be halfway to my best friend from my earliest memory house. I called her to see if we could stop by after our zoo visit. It was a go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at the zoo. I am not sure what was more interesting to the kids, the animals or the spray bottle of water to cool each other off. It was a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed to my childhood best friend's house, Cindy Q. We spent the entire afternoon and evening there. We left once it got dark, not realizing it was so late, we had such a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She, like me, has a household of boys. The kids had a great time, at least mine did, in a house full of boys things! Not to mention all the fun boys to play the boy toys with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy and I could have talked three days solid and not said everything we had to say. I can not remember the last time we saw each other, 4-6 years ago? Our families were so close that all the Qs are more like family than friends. It is always so wonderful to visit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy has always been a spiritual giant. A true example of someone who is handed lemons and makes lemonade. If most of us had to face the challenges she has had to, most of us would shrink a way in fright. Yet she humbly turns to God and with Him by her side, she boldly faces her challenges. She gives me strength and courage just by watching her fearless example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGlIP-XOjDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/kldyoW5Dshs/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781082561088562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGlIP-XOjDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/kldyoW5Dshs/s400/frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we went to a local frog pond to catch frogs. Such a perfect boy activity. Not only did they catch frogs but fish to boot! It was such fun. My only complaint is that the day flew by too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the fun day Cindy. Let have another day like it in the not too far future! Know that you and your boys are in my prayers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4764351446033264974?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4764351446033264974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4764351446033264974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4764351446033264974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4764351446033264974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/cindy-q.html' title='Cindy Q!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGlIKgeZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAfk/EV5CEcKfHNM/s72-c/Cindy+Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8752003107622928248</id><published>2008-06-29T17:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:48:15.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this work or play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGgcKnYIpAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/i8Fzsv8hBU8/s1600-h/David+in+England"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217451137003201538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGgcKnYIpAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/i8Fzsv8hBU8/s400/David+in+England" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David had a business trip to Poland and England last week.  While in England he had the chance to visit some of our good good good friends Darek and Jeanne and their girls.  Darek and David went to high school together.  Jeanne and I were instant friends upon meeting.  They will always be good friends no matter how long it has been since we last saw them.  Their hearts are pure gold. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217447713644438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGgZDWXzY_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/WleV8dc-VQ0/s400/Downings" border="0" /&gt; Darek and Jeanne have lived in England for a very long time, in other words I can not remember how long but over 5 years.  Darek is in the Air force.  This fall they are moving to Japan.  I wonder what the chance is that David could go to Japan on business?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love and miss you, Darek and Jeanne!  So jealous I could not come along.  Unfortunately David's suitcase is not big enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8752003107622928248?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8752003107622928248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8752003107622928248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8752003107622928248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8752003107622928248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-this-work-or-play.html' title='Is this work or play?'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGgcKnYIpAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/i8Fzsv8hBU8/s72-c/David+in+England' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-745314125978975269</id><published>2008-06-27T18:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:12:52.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGWBb-BpY8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/23YlmZLYaPU/s1600-h/blue+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216718060884943810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGWBb-BpY8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/23YlmZLYaPU/s400/blue+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been wanting to get bags for groceries that I can reuse over and over. Trying to "go green." I wanted big bags and the ones at the grocery stores are all too small. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, I finally had the chance to go to Ikea for the first time. Wow! What a store. They have these big yellow bags you can use in their store or blue ones that you can buy. I grabbed one to buy for $ .59. When I was checking out and putting the items I was purchasing &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGWBTtcLGWI/AAAAAAAAAes/Y9ENqnVKRfg/s1600-h/blue+bag+with+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216717918993848674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGWBTtcLGWI/AAAAAAAAAes/Y9ENqnVKRfg/s400/blue+bag+with+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;into my new BIG blue bag it occurred to me that I found my new "go green' grocery bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grabbed another one.  Now I wish I had one more. They are HUGE, about 4 times bigger than any I have seen plus cost less! Exactly what I was looking for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-745314125978975269?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/745314125978975269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=745314125978975269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/745314125978975269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/745314125978975269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/score.html' title='SCORE!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGWBb-BpY8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/23YlmZLYaPU/s72-c/blue+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-6950518821919257964</id><published>2008-06-25T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:56:14.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Are On A Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGL3MmYeHXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zCSBdwiSFvs/s1600-h/ice+crea,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216003114282130802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGL3MmYeHXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zCSBdwiSFvs/s400/ice+crea,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is ice cream night, Pierce declared it! So as I was about to start dishing his ice cream out, he states, "I would like 40% Cookie Dough, 60% Blueberry Cheesecake. No make that 40 % Cookie Dough, 50% Blueberry and 10% Heavenly Hash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just looked at him. He said, "What? Is it a crime if I like math?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-6950518821919257964?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6950518821919257964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=6950518821919257964' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6950518821919257964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6950518821919257964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-kids-are-on-roll.html' title='My Kids Are On A Roll'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGL3MmYeHXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zCSBdwiSFvs/s72-c/ice+crea,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8879752871933189266</id><published>2008-06-25T19:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:29:13.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGLwjJnN80I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ef2q-nKdtaM/s1600-h/dog+laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215995805114954562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGLwjJnN80I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ef2q-nKdtaM/s400/dog+laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ross and I were talking and I made the comment, "Aren't you glad you have such a smart mommy?" I made this comment because I knew how to make square shape sandwich pieces into triangles. Yes, he is 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ross in a very sullen voice said, "Yes, but I wish I had a sweet mommy." If only he knew how sweet I am! Pathetic life he has poor thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, I guess I am doing something right. I bet he grows up to be just like me whether he likes it or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8879752871933189266?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8879752871933189266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8879752871933189266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8879752871933189266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8879752871933189266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-laughed-out-loud.html' title='I laughed out loud'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGLwjJnN80I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ef2q-nKdtaM/s72-c/dog+laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1934774044728680986</id><published>2008-06-25T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:20:30.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME Grayson Kent!</title><content type='html'>My sis-in-law had her babe yesterday at 2:30.  For those of you who may hold resentment for those that have their babies 2 weeks early (which Jenn did).  Here is your consolation, the baby was over 9 pounds and 21 1/2 inches long!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn says he already has chubby cheeks.  I forgot to ask if he got his daddy's toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1934774044728680986?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1934774044728680986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1934774044728680986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1934774044728680986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1934774044728680986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-grayson-kent.html' title='WELCOME Grayson Kent!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4143235959059208560</id><published>2008-06-24T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:33:40.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGEh2pz9ICI/AAAAAAAAAdw/--Ev-pW-iVg/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487066292166690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGEh2pz9ICI/AAAAAAAAAdw/--Ev-pW-iVg/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis-in-law is on her way to the hospital to have boy #2! Yeah! We are hoping for a speedy delivery and fast recovery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Baby GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4143235959059208560?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4143235959059208560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4143235959059208560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4143235959059208560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4143235959059208560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGEh2pz9ICI/AAAAAAAAAdw/--Ev-pW-iVg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8274544493427001052</id><published>2008-06-23T13:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:40:09.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGAMyv3sGNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/i5HJWuv1cn8/s1600-h/can+jars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215182434478069970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGAMyv3sGNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/i5HJWuv1cn8/s400/can+jars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the floods that took out 3/4 of the world's supply of corn, the wheat and rice crisis, and the gasoline prices are just beginning to put me into panic mode. I try to reassure myself that all is well in Zion but I still worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have food storage but any guesses where it might be? Everyone now in unison, "STORAGE UNIT!" Not only is it in storage but in the very back of the storage unit. I have no idea how much is there since the last time I have inventoried was long long long before we ever moved here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David moved to Utah two years ago this early fall. The first thing we brought down was food&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGAM3ToQjrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fhrkfo9tZDw/s1600-h/%2310+c+an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215182512796503730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGAM3ToQjrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fhrkfo9tZDw/s400/%2310+c+an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; storage. I have no idea how much there is and if it is still good. Although I think it is, those #10 cans are almost indestructable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having lived in a two bed one bath apartment for a year I have not been very motivated to continue working on the food storage. Usually I am continually buying food to add to my food storage but when there is no room to put the food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I have just bitten the bullet and started buying food storage. Putting the food in the bottom of closets, in the corner of rooms, under furniture, so forth. My next move is to go to the dry pack and wet pack cannery once a month each. I will have to store the food in our storage units.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It not ideal but I must prepare because this fear is killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8274544493427001052?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8274544493427001052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8274544493427001052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8274544493427001052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8274544493427001052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-ye-are-prepare-ye-shall-not-fear.html' title='If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SGAMyv3sGNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/i5HJWuv1cn8/s72-c/can+jars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2637023012105645938</id><published>2008-06-21T23:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:29:29.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really have to go to bed but ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3g4ZDaX9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZEMAJS2k5c/s1600-h/stretch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214571202967396306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3g4ZDaX9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZEMAJS2k5c/s400/stretch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post these pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First: OUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3g-hIE6UI/AAAAAAAAAdI/U4XPGifW7tc/s1600-h/stretch+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214571308213659970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3g-hIE6UI/AAAAAAAAAdI/U4XPGifW7tc/s400/stretch+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second: My stretching limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God forgot the rubber bands when he made me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2637023012105645938?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2637023012105645938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2637023012105645938' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2637023012105645938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2637023012105645938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-have-to-go-to-bed-but.html' title='I really have to go to bed but ...'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3g4ZDaX9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/uZEMAJS2k5c/s72-c/stretch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1970773008552259433</id><published>2008-06-21T22:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:21:12.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAATCHUUUUUUUUUU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3eTfCIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UcyHDUbE3eg/s1600-h/sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214568369894212514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3eTfCIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UcyHDUbE3eg/s400/sneeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So earlier this week when I could barely breath because I was sneezing so much, I thought not only is Utah not my favorite place to live but I am deathly allergic to it. I have not had an allergic reaction like this for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After three hours of sneezing almost constant (when I was not sneezing I was wishing I would sneeze), rubbing my eyes and blowing my nose (gross moment so sorry), I succumbed to an allergy medication. I can not recall the last time I succumbed to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was still not improved, I started to really examine my environment. What did Utah have that Washington, Idaho, and Arizona did not? When I could not come up with anything, it finally dawned on me that David had brought home flowers for me the night previous. These flowers were right in the kitchen with me and so I removed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not instantly better but much improved. By the next day, I was back to the inconvenience of minor hayfever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When David asked me what I had done to the flowers, I gulped and barely could bring myself to tell him. He felt horrible and I felt worse. The joys of being married to a Hayfever Sneezing Queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange Roses have never done this before to me. These were flowers he picked himself rather than buy them, could that be the difference? However, I would pick roses from our last home and bring them inside and never react this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Why is it that the allergic people in movies are usually nerdy! The nerve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1970773008552259433?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1970773008552259433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1970773008552259433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1970773008552259433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1970773008552259433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaatchuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='AAATCHUUUUUUUUUU!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF3eTfCIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UcyHDUbE3eg/s72-c/sneeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4697123238705673869</id><published>2008-06-21T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:47:10.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One small sentence for Bryce; One  Victoriously Joyous Leap for Mom</title><content type='html'>I heard four words from Bryce this evening that I thought I would have to wait until after his mission to hear.  These four words have influenced me that Bryce will go to Boy Scout Camp every year NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY, VICTORY, VICTORY (I sing these words to the tune of the hymn from church)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you dying to know what Bryce said to me.  I am sure some of you who know me well, have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I missed your cooking, Mom!!!"  Oops that was 5 words but I forgot to count the Mom part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just may be a flicker of hope with this boy.  However when you consider what he was eating this last week, I guess I should not be too joyous!  Scouts cooking for scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4697123238705673869?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4697123238705673869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4697123238705673869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4697123238705673869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4697123238705673869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-small-sentence-for-bryce-one.html' title='One small sentence for Bryce; One  Victoriously Joyous Leap for Mom'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3498835970747870562</id><published>2008-06-21T13:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:18:11.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumpster, the queen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qTu5obAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/E3AvKW68b9M/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214440830804716546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qTu5obAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/E3AvKW68b9M/s400/prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to write a note about my wonderful cousin who is a blogger and claims to be the Queen of Frumpy. I honestly have never seen an inkling of this, myself! More like, Queen of Cool! Or Queen of Comedy! Or Queen of Blogging! Or... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qiAMGPQI/AAAAAAAAAco/l8HEA3GlDpw/s1600-h/prayer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214441075963739394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qiAMGPQI/AAAAAAAAAco/l8HEA3GlDpw/s400/prayer+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the list goes on and on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, she was informed that she has a brain tumor. I am impressed with her amazing attitude, sense of humor and courage. Some say that laughter is the best medicine. She has a great dose of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have read different blogs and comments I have realized that there is something that is a bit greater than laughter. Someone to laugh with, someone that cares deeply for you and is there through the good times and bad. I have noticed the Frumpster has this because first she cares deeply for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qa10INMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-92FkcOOugg/s1600-h/prayer+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214440952919766210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qa10INMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-92FkcOOugg/s400/prayer+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other and most important medicine is prayer. I know there are lots of prayers being said on her behave. This is all very comforting. Janell you are in our prayers.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1q3vYx_5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/QtqTMICPWjk/s1600-h/prayer+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214441449410658194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1q3vYx_5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/QtqTMICPWjk/s400/prayer+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray with us for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3498835970747870562?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3498835970747870562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3498835970747870562' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3498835970747870562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3498835970747870562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/frumpster-queen.html' title='Frumpster, the queen!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SF1qTu5obAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/E3AvKW68b9M/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5517032819771481049</id><published>2008-06-20T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:22:25.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodak Moment without the Kodak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFvK4SPGsnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8RIIWZnTckM/s1600-h/ross"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984061928157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFvK4SPGsnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8RIIWZnTckM/s400/ross" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ross had a kickball game last night. Here they first have kickball, then T-ball, and finally baseball. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Ross's team was on "defense," if you can call it that? No one gets out and everyone gets to run into home. Seriously my style of a sport!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ross had the choice experience to be third base. He sat down, put his shirt up over his head so that only his eyes were peeking out and started to chew on his shoelace. Yes, his shoe was still on. WHERE WAS MY CAMERA? At home, the first game I forgot to bring it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This totally cracked me up. He knew why bother and took a much needed breather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another entertaining event at the game was occurring at the same time. The opposing t&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFvJmU7d-PI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oMNn_KNNymU/s1600-h/worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213982653901830386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFvJmU7d-PI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oMNn_KNNymU/s400/worm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eam were up to kick. However one of the kids found a worm and everyone wanted to look at and hold the worm instead of kick. The game was mentally over for them. One kid would pick it up and a second later drop it quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love kids at this age. Very entertaining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5517032819771481049?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5517032819771481049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5517032819771481049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5517032819771481049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5517032819771481049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/kodak-moment-without-kodak.html' title='Kodak Moment without the Kodak'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFvK4SPGsnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8RIIWZnTckM/s72-c/ross' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4647701113225814206</id><published>2008-06-19T12:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:57:54.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqmc5MR-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9At4VwKTmjo/s1600-h/Jane+Eyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213662533953648802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqmc5MR-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9At4VwKTmjo/s400/Jane+Eyre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Jane Eyre! I have seen many different versions and this is by far the best. I read the book in two days. My kids did not eat a decent meal and had free range of the house. They were half way wishing there was a Jane Eyre sequel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqrAE8Yv7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vmAYYm6N5Hk/s1600-h/Sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213667536450142130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqrAE8Yv7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/vmAYYm6N5Hk/s400/Sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love the Jane Austen books. My favorite is...OK how can you pick one! I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Persua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqqYoiKT_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kHPV7eb9l1M/s1600-h/pride+and+prejudice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sion&lt;/span&gt; and Pride and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; was brilliant. Sense and Sensibility is so tender and Mansfield Park is so educational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqrwPdr90I/AAAAAAAAAbY/U-QdVdBRpkM/s1600-h/Pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213668363907888962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqrwPdr90I/AAAAAAAAAbY/U-QdVdBRpkM/s400/Pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope in Heaven Jane is still writing and by the time I get there it will take centuries to catch up. Maybe Charlotte has written that sequel my kids were hoping for. Who are your favorite authors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I know I am such a girl to love these books but I am what I am, why fight it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4647701113225814206?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4647701113225814206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4647701113225814206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4647701113225814206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4647701113225814206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-jane.html' title='LOVE Jane'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFqmc5MR-KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9At4VwKTmjo/s72-c/Jane+Eyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2885534550543358287</id><published>2008-06-17T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:22:56.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I eat therefore I run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFiMTD4oFUI/AAAAAAAAAao/6WwRV44tAHk/s1600-h/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213070827769566530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFiMTD4oFUI/AAAAAAAAAao/6WwRV44tAHk/s400/running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The true reason behind the insanity is my lack of self control! The only problem is there are not enough hours in the day to work off the needed calories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2885534550543358287?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2885534550543358287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2885534550543358287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2885534550543358287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2885534550543358287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-eat-therefore-i-run.html' title='I eat therefore I run!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFiMTD4oFUI/AAAAAAAAAao/6WwRV44tAHk/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5147552312344486721</id><published>2008-06-17T07:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:56:57.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFfPdALxl4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aw4HVOaSz1M/s1600-h/vit+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212863190877181826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFfPdALxl4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aw4HVOaSz1M/s400/vit+c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That title makes me feel as though I should be sitting in a rocking chair with a shawl drapped over my shoulders. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To explain comment in my last blog. My sister Mechelle, follow my link to her blog if you would like to "meet" her- she is more than worth your time, and I shared a bedroom for most of our childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then Mechelle and I did not go to sleep right a way.  At these momenst we usually realized we were starving. We would check to make sure our parent's bedroom light was off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one of us would sneak off into the kitchen to grab a near midnight snack. It most often was me since I was the 'little sister'(I have more to blog on this subject). Growing up in a home that had no candy, cookies, cakes or sweets of any kind, I was always stumpped about what to get to eat. The only thing I could come up with were vitamin C pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would sneak back and give Mechelle her vitamin. We would quietly suck on our snack, giggle, and think we were so tricky and naughty.  Little did we know that Mom and Dad were probably laughing in their beds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mechelle and I still chuckle when we think of those rebellious midnight snacks!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5147552312344486721?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5147552312344486721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5147552312344486721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5147552312344486721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5147552312344486721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-was-little.html' title='When I was little...'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFfPdALxl4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aw4HVOaSz1M/s72-c/vit+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3691934122514565269</id><published>2008-06-16T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:00:02.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am feeling really naughty I ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFbiQxga5kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0daV-C2IfDw/s1600-h/chocolate+pretzels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212602396523030082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFbiQxga5kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0daV-C2IfDw/s400/chocolate+pretzels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneak into the pantry cupboard. Get a pretzel, smother it with peanut butter, caramel dip, and stick chocolate on top! YUM! I don't share one bite with anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3691934122514565269?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3691934122514565269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3691934122514565269' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3691934122514565269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3691934122514565269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-am-feeling-really-naughty-i.html' title='When I am feeling really naughty I ...'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFbiQxga5kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0daV-C2IfDw/s72-c/chocolate+pretzels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8765623223783901766</id><published>2008-06-16T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:34:30.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we not all hypocrites?</title><content type='html'>I recently have been indirectly accused of being a hyprcrite.  It hurts.   A hypocrite is something I try everyday NOT to be.  I LOATH the idea that I might be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My consolation is that this person does not know me well and only said that I reminded her of someone who is a hypocrite.  Thus the reason for the indirect accusation.  Yet it still hurts and haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered is this not true?  I claim to be Christian.  I try everyday to follow Him.  I have covenanted to obey the commandments and yet I fail every single day.  I have moments when I think a person who claims to believe what I believe would not have done that, or said that, or worse yet thought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time in my life I have struggled with the idea that I am a hypocrite (it IS the first time I have been accused of it from another though).  Nephi in the Book of Mormon in 2 Nephi 4:17-20 says it so eloquantly how I feel and struggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17 Nevertheless, notwithstanding the great &lt;a title="Ex. 34: 6 (5-7); 2 Ne. 9: 10; D&amp;amp;C 86: 11." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;goodness&lt;/a&gt; of the Lord, in showing me his great and marvelous works, my heart exclaimeth: O &lt;a title="Rom. 7: 24." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;wretched&lt;/a&gt; man that I am! Yea, my heart &lt;a title="TG Poor in Spirit; TG Repentance; TG Sorrow." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17c" type="B" mark="c"&gt;sorroweth&lt;/a&gt; because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18 I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily &lt;a title="Rom. 7: 21 (15-25); Heb. 12: 1; Alma 7: 15." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/18a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;beset&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19 And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins; nevertheless, I know in whom I have &lt;a title="TG Trust in God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/19a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;trusted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20 My God hath been my &lt;a title="2 Cor. 4: 16." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/20a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;support&lt;/a&gt;; he hath led me through mine &lt;a title="1 Ne. 17: 6; TG Affliction; TG Comfort." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/20b" type="C" mark="b"&gt;afflictions&lt;/a&gt; in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This whole chapter is amazing and one of my favorite scriptures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that I KNOW what I know and yet I still sin, may make me a hypocrite.  However, the fact that I keep on trying.  I keep asking for forgiveness.  I keep striving to be more than what I am through God's grace.  I keep turning to Him.  I keep trusting him.   I keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is enough to keep me from being a hypocrite.  Or am I fooling myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8765623223783901766?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8765623223783901766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8765623223783901766' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8765623223783901766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8765623223783901766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-we-not-all-hypocrites.html' title='Are we not all hypocrites?'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1662442057338332995</id><published>2008-06-13T09:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:59:25.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The writing is on the wall!!</title><content type='html'>I am truly fearful for the teenage years with Ross. Starting at two he was a shameless flirt with pretty teenage girls. The not so cute girls he rudely ignored completely, even if they tried to engage him. I try to teach him this is unacceptable but so far it has not sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day driving a way from pre-school this year, my cousin Karen rolled down her window and yelled, "Julie, the girls are all fighting over who is going to marry Ross." Oh my, what is this boy about? My 12 and 10 year old will not even talk to girls and avoid them like the plague, politely of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was driving, Ross yells, "Mom go 60 million mph!" I tried to explain about speed limits but he continued to insist that I need to drive at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFZwFpVtlbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QEjzm1LHRiY/s1600-h/teenage+driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212476861026506162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFZwFpVtlbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QEjzm1LHRiY/s400/teenage+driver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw was yesterday when we were passing a road closed sign that was put in the middle of the road. Ross yelled, "Mom, HIT THE SIGN!" I calmly replied, "Ross, I don't want to dent and scratch the car." Ross replied to me, "No mom hit the SIGN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me, I am in trouble!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I in for!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1662442057338332995?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1662442057338332995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1662442057338332995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1662442057338332995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1662442057338332995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/writing-is-on-wall.html' title='The writing is on the wall!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFZwFpVtlbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QEjzm1LHRiY/s72-c/teenage+driver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5692611665598240484</id><published>2008-06-11T17:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:00:09.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St John, USV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBk_e5rq3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ou-MnagG8LY/s1600-h/St+Thomas"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210775810657201010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBk_e5rq3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ou-MnagG8LY/s400/St+Thomas" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of paradise and all I can say is, if heaven makes this earth pale in comparison we have A LOT to look forward to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBlIJ5umxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KYiSGQh3S38/s1600-h/exhausted+kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBl9GKKVTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/68Aor17_AUc/s1600-h/exhausted+kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210776869167322418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBl9GKKVTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/68Aor17_AUc/s400/exhausted+kitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt in paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS If you want to see more of our pictures go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/david.and.julies.pics"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/david.and.julies.pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5692611665598240484?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5692611665598240484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5692611665598240484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5692611665598240484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5692611665598240484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/06/st-john-usv.html' title='St John, USV'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/SFBk_e5rq3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ou-MnagG8LY/s72-c/St+Thomas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7936158815054874574</id><published>2008-04-22T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:15:29.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>We arrived home Saturday afternoon.  I was so tired, that I almost fell asleep between the freeway and home.  Although our trip was too too too short and we hated to leave "home" (Washington will always be my first home) it was good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much better although my ears still feel plugged and will not unplug no matter what I do.  It was not strep after all but just a nasty virus.  Glad to be on the recovery phase of that virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after returning from Spring Break, I was sustained as the Primary President.  I kept hoping someone would oppose but no such luck!!!  I guess everyone else was just so glad it was me and not them, everyone that is except the Young Women and Relief Society President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new calling I will not be blogging so dutifully for a while.  I will need to get organized and into the grove.  I need to go and get ready for presidency meeting number one.  Talk about a marathon!  I am huffing and puffing already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I am having a few computer difficulites so pictures will have to wait!  Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7936158815054874574?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7936158815054874574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7936158815054874574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7936158815054874574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7936158815054874574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-937697854445486754</id><published>2008-04-13T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:34:17.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of State and Order!</title><content type='html'>I am in Washington and still wondering why we ever moved away.  It is so green an d beautiful here.  I guess I am a bit homesick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have come down with strep on the way.  So, if you do not hear from me for the next few days, those are two reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am very healthy.   This is all too strange.  I guess it is my turn to be ill this year.  I hope my turn will be over soon!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Jen, I hope you nor any of your family will come down with this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-937697854445486754?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/937697854445486754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=937697854445486754' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/937697854445486754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/937697854445486754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-state-and-order.html' title='Out of State and Order!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3210041414403616047</id><published>2008-04-09T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:26:10.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tesher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_00-k4K0xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LfiqP1lyQWc/s1600-h/Tesher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187360595456480018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_00-k4K0xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LfiqP1lyQWc/s400/Tesher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I talked to my mom today and she said they put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; down last night.  There is a hole in my heart.  I would not want him to suffer but I really wanted to have a chance to say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me felt he was waiting for David, the kids and I to show up before he left us.  He was such a noble dog that I am quite certain he was.  He should have died months ago.  This thought did not occur to me until just a few days ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; I miss you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just told me today that every time a blue van drove onto their property he would get so excited thinking it was us.  He would be disappointed if it was not us.  When it was us, he was the first to meet us with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that dogs can not smile, they never met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt;.  He would lift up his upper lip and show all his teeth when he greeted you after a long separation.  He would come right up to you and affectionately let you pet him.  I think it was his way of hugging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt;, could run like the wind in his prime!  Obviously he was part greyhound.  We would throw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and before it could land on the ground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; would be there waiting for it to land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David and I had been married about 6 months, I saw some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;greyhounds&lt;/span&gt;.  It was love at first sight.  I talked to owners and knew that I needed a greyhound.  I was lonesome for a dog.  Dogs have always been important members of our family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to save the few dollars we had as newlyweds and get a retired greyhound.  It was going to cost us $150, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of money especially for poor college students.  A few months later David was driving by the animal shelter when he saw a greyhound.  We immediately went to the shelter and discovered for $5 we could adopt him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 10 months old.  He was not a pure bred but most people could not tell that from looking at him.  His previous owner had moved to Alaska and could not take him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; to get out of the shelter because he was with a sheepdog that kept biting his feet to herd him.  You could see in his eyes him saying please take me home far a way from this place.  He never bit back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we brought him home, he ran into our home like he had lived there for years.  He ran straight to our bed and jumped right onto it.  This was before I had bathed him, ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; disliked baths.  So much so that he would not come in or near a bathroom no matter WHAT!   One time I wanted to see if I could get him into the bathroom without water in the tube.  No amount of loves or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; treats would entice him in.  He just patiently waited outside the bathroom until I finally gave up and came out.  During his baths, you could read those eyes again, saying, "Is it over yet?"  So patient, so gentle, so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was always room for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; to love another person, dog, being...   Every baby we brought home, every friend, every family member, every pet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; knew how to love and to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; did not like to be left alone.  He coped with the stress by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chewing&lt;/span&gt; up my wedding shoes, down jacket, and mom's couch!  Not to mention a quilt I designed and made for Bryce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a time that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; was not getting the attention he needed (I had a toddler and was pregnant with a husband that was either on a business trip or working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;horrendous&lt;/span&gt; hours) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; sensed the love I had put into that quilt.  One time he let his jealousy for one of our kids go too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something I regret, it was when I scolded him for chewing that blanket I never hit him but I hit the ground and the chair near where he was sitting on.  He was so sad.  Sad for what he did, but also that I was not giving him the love and attention he needed.  I realized this and tried to give him more.  He accepted any love and attention I had to give and forgave me readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never ever bite us nor one of the kids.  Even when a baby would crawl all over him.  One time when Bryce climbed on him and stepped on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; 's privates.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; did a little grumble and got up and left the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.  He was a marvelous dog.  My last thought, is this; I have wondered who will come to get me when I die.  A bit morbid sorry.  Now I know at least one being who will be there...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I just read this to Ross and when I read the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;, Ross said Jesus the same moment I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt;!  Perhaps both!  I hope I am worthy of that!  I wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tesher&lt;/span&gt; is with Jesus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3210041414403616047?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3210041414403616047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3210041414403616047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3210041414403616047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3210041414403616047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-tesher.html' title='Goodbye Tesher!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_00-k4K0xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LfiqP1lyQWc/s72-c/Tesher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4653551086927925370</id><published>2008-04-08T13:23:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:30:14.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it is Ross's turn!</title><content type='html'>Last week it was Bryce's week to be sick. Now it is Ross's turn. At least I know what to expect. High fever, running nose, dry dry dry lips, lathargic, and achey for what, four days and then two more days of larthargic and slight aches before back to a weakened normal condition. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vSwNYZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ADQHQ187_WQ/s1600-h/sick+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186971121514836226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vSwNYZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ADQHQ187_WQ/s400/sick+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The whole time having zero appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this condition, they do not sleep well. It is a restless sleep and Ross tends to talk in his sleep which wakes him. Yesterday he said in his sleep, "Red Slug Bug." Immediately his eyes shot open and he looked around surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled at him and said, "Did you see a red Herbie car?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "No, my imagination did."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "You have a great imagination!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, he was singing softly in his sleep, so that he did not wake up. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that he is the last one to suffer from this horrible bug. Otherwise we will not be able to go to Grandma's and Grandpa's place for spring break. We have not been for over a year. Every time we make plans to visit, we are unable to go due to other visitors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vOitYZ8MI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DBY1FqSDy-k/s1600-h/billvalpashslide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186966491540091074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vOitYZ8MI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DBY1FqSDy-k/s400/billvalpashslide2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even this summer plans were disrupted. We thought that spring break is a good time to go since most people have spring breaks at different time. We would all be heartbroken to not be able to go next week. It might be another year before we get another chance to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also hopeful to get there and see Tesher, our dog that my parents 'stole' from me, before he dies. He could go any day. He is a Greyhound and is 13, almost 14. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vT49YZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Japum35OFvk/s1600-h/Tesher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186972371350319394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vT49YZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Japum35OFvk/s400/Tesher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lived with us for 5 years until we moved to Arizona and could not take him since we were moving to an apartment until we could buy a home. Mom and Dad generously took him 'temporarily' until we found a home. Once we had a home we got Tesher back. However Tesher missed the 50+ acres of freedom on a horse ranch. Our little 1/4 acre lot was miserable not to mention the horrible heat of Phoenix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I could not take it any longer and called Mom. "Mom, Tesher is homesick." Mom exclaimed, "Good, I miss him so much." Ever since they have had him and he has had a good good good life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also lost our last dog to the horse ranch. Lexy, a Manchester Terrier, went to liv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vTRdYZ8RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rFIrEUFjWt8/s1600-h/Lexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186971692745486610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vTRdYZ8RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rFIrEUFjWt8/s400/Lexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e with them in our last move. They have now had Lexy as long as we had her and Dad is "in love." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are inseparable. She helps him feed and muck the horses, fix fence, and with all his business affairs. The writing is on the walls and I will not even bother asking for her back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vTRdYZ8RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rFIrEUFjWt8/s1600-h/Lexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vTRdYZ8RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rFIrEUFjWt8/s1600-h/Lexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter the amount of love we give our pooches. We are no match to the beauties and freedoms of the horse ranch. Not to mention the unlimited table scrabs and doggie adoration from one and all there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to find a home soon, where we will never have to move from again. Then get a dog that will never see the horse ranch, not even for a visit! That way, we hope to be able to keep the pup for the duration of the dog's life. Here is to dreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4653551086927925370?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4653551086927925370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4653551086927925370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4653551086927925370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4653551086927925370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-it-is-rosss-turn.html' title='Now it is Ross&apos;s turn!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_vSwNYZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ADQHQ187_WQ/s72-c/sick+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8022311562478158703</id><published>2008-04-08T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:32:52.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another favorite Calvin &amp; Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_uPn9YZ8JI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3_xmiv_Sdks/s1600-h/trick+question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186897312501854354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_uPn9YZ8JI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3_xmiv_Sdks/s400/trick+question.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one you have to laugh at or you would cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8022311562478158703?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8022311562478158703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8022311562478158703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8022311562478158703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8022311562478158703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-favorite-calvin-hobbes.html' title='Another favorite Calvin &amp; Hobbes'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_uPn9YZ8JI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3_xmiv_Sdks/s72-c/trick+question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1701597870165184073</id><published>2008-04-06T16:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:34:50.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious ad for adopting a dog</title><content type='html'>I thought this was hilarious. I will put " around the especially amusing descriptions. At least whoever adopts this puppy will have few surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_lTa9YZ8II/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k-1ivxcXF-M/s1600-h/Gordo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186268168512467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_lTa9YZ8II/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k-1ivxcXF-M/s400/Gordo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Gordo Breed: Chihuahua / Chihuahua Age: Mature Color/Gender: Red and White, Male Description: My name is Gordo and I am a cute Chihuahua about 5 yrs old. I am looking for a "special home" without kids. I am a "couch potato" and a lap dog and "will sleep in the bed with you." I do not like strangers and will "nip at their heels." Thus, a home without kids is a must! I am house trained and a very loyal dog just again no kids or "strangers." My adoption fee includes the following services: 1st sets of shots, dewormer, kennel cough vac., spay/neuter, 1 month free health insurance, free post adoption health exam. CASH ADOPTION FEE: $100 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just laughed at this! I think they should re-name him Porky, he looks part pig! I am thinking they should give the potential dog owner $100 to take him, instead of charging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love dogs and just got a kick out of this. We are a bit dog-sick (like homesick) and are ready to have a home again so that we can have pets again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1701597870165184073?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1701597870165184073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1701597870165184073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1701597870165184073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1701597870165184073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/hilarious-add-for-adopting-dog.html' title='Hilarious ad for adopting a dog'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_lTa9YZ8II/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k-1ivxcXF-M/s72-c/Gordo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-6232031456728803663</id><published>2008-04-06T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:46:31.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to apologize!</title><content type='html'>I put word verification back on my blog's comments. I am sorry to make it inconvenient for you to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of the rude comments that keep popping up on my blog from complete strangers that seem to want to only spread their filth. My hopes are to put this back up only temporarily and try again to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have removed word verification, have you had many problems with comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-6232031456728803663?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6232031456728803663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=6232031456728803663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6232031456728803663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/6232031456728803663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-appologize.html' title='I want to apologize!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-653443883115654236</id><published>2008-04-04T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:58:18.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing Sister!</title><content type='html'>Did you all notice my new header?  I wish I could take the credit but I would hate for my sister to have to sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;?  For more beautiful work by Mechelle check out her personal, professional and Janell's blogs.  Their links are here to the right and down a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-653443883115654236?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/653443883115654236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=653443883115654236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/653443883115654236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/653443883115654236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-amazing-sister.html' title='My amazing Sister!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4280714708764642556</id><published>2008-04-03T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:55:57.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this today and laughed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185141031655043090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VSS9YZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GAUDVakqP-w/s400/supersquirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can never laugh too much. Laughing is God's gift and is the sweetest when trials are the bitterest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4280714708764642556?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4280714708764642556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4280714708764642556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4280714708764642556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4280714708764642556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-this-today-and-laughed.html' title='I found this today and laughed!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VSS9YZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GAUDVakqP-w/s72-c/supersquirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3845394782853908863</id><published>2008-04-03T15:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:52:33.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minature Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VMhdYZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDbt58tYo5c/s1600-h/Mother+Teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185134683693379570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VMhdYZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDbt58tYo5c/s400/Mother+Teresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The You Tube video to your right is worth watching!!! Promise me you will watch it ASAP. My sister had this on her blog and I copied it without even asking her. I have no pride! I know she won't mind, she is an angel on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this must be seen by us all. Especially those of you who are in the middle of a grave trial. Warning: It makes you want to get up and make a difference in this world. It makes me want to become a Mother Teresa. My only problem is I am not Catholic and I am married with children. I guess I will have to do it my own Latter Day Saint way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VMpdYZ8AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8dpedTbg_iA/s1600-h/Mother+Teresa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185134821132333058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VMpdYZ8AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8dpedTbg_iA/s400/Mother+Teresa+2.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3845394782853908863?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3845394782853908863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3845394782853908863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3845394782853908863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3845394782853908863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/minature-earth.html' title='The Minature Earth'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_VMhdYZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDbt58tYo5c/s72-c/Mother+Teresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3857050082363683196</id><published>2008-04-03T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:44:51.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce's Fever finally broke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_U_bNYZ7-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CoiRwmHzNO8/s1600-h/fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185120282668036066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_U_bNYZ7-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CoiRwmHzNO8/s400/fever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce has been sick for a week now. Saturday he seemed well and I allowed him to go to a birthday party.   I am such a chum and should have kept him home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard being the new kid in town (actually state).  He has had no friends to socialize with.  He is so social and it has been a lonely year.  Finally he has a few really good friends.  He seemed well and I wanted him to go so badly.  I guess I learned a good lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, in the middle of Sacrament meeting he leaned over and said he was achy again. I sent him home. He has had a fever ever since. That is until last night about midnight, when his fever finally broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked my neighbor and uncle to come over to bless him. I am so thankful for the miracle of priesthood blessings. I could not help but think of all those people who do not or did not have the miracle of blessings and how it could change their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are listening to the Laura Ingalls Wilder books on CD. How their lives could have been blessed. It is a little overwhelming to think of the blessings I have. What a relieve that that fever broke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3857050082363683196?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3857050082363683196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3857050082363683196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3857050082363683196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3857050082363683196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/bryces-fever-finally-broke.html' title='Bryce&apos;s Fever finally broke!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_U_bNYZ7-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CoiRwmHzNO8/s72-c/fever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4307878714799474887</id><published>2008-04-02T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:57:27.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP, I think I am dying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_QBLtYZ79I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9R7-GxXsGjI/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184770371682430930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_QBLtYZ79I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9R7-GxXsGjI/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not wanted chocolate all day. Ross even tried to force a chocolate butterfiner Easter Egg down my throat and I flat refused him! Quick call 911!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mechelle you can have all my Halmarks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janell- the Mexican Dishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4307878714799474887?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4307878714799474887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4307878714799474887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4307878714799474887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4307878714799474887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/help-i-think-i-am-dying.html' title='HELP, I think I am dying!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_QBLtYZ79I/AAAAAAAAAVk/9R7-GxXsGjI/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3809945942997262788</id><published>2008-04-02T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:24:07.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Taintor's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PdNNYZ78I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5KJ2srAve0o/s1600-h/because+chocolate+can%27t+get+you+pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184730815033634754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PdNNYZ78I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5KJ2srAve0o/s400/because+chocolate+can%27t+get+you+pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? I love most of them. Some are hilarious but not postable. I will never confess to those though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3809945942997262788?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3809945942997262788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3809945942997262788' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3809945942997262788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3809945942997262788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/anne-taintors-work.html' title='Anne Taintor&apos;s work'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PdNNYZ78I/AAAAAAAAAVc/5KJ2srAve0o/s72-c/because+chocolate+can%27t+get+you+pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2522569200952435731</id><published>2008-04-02T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:38:49.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An April Fools Day memory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PEddYZ7qI/AAAAAAAAATA/jkAa2Z7nEPY/s1600-h/maid+outhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184703606415814306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PEddYZ7qI/AAAAAAAAATA/jkAa2Z7nEPY/s400/maid+outhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PEX9YZ7pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/limxn5sNUdQ/s1600-h/maid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184703511926533778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PEX9YZ7pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/limxn5sNUdQ/s400/maid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am really trying to do is avoid cleaning. I have been ill for 6 days and finally have energy to tackle the ant smorgasbord in my kitchen! YUCKO! How can we humans be so disgusting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm digressing. So as I was scrubbing my tables and chairs (I don't want us to be stuck to our chairs after eating, UGH)! Thinking about the funny April Fools Day jokes from the previous post, when I suddenly remember Bruce McKinney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce was a classmate that I adored. Not in a romantic sense but in a great pal sense. He was funny, no hilarious! Like I have said, if you can make me laugh I will adore you forever and ever! I will never forget this April Fools day way back in high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce came to school prepared. Not with school work but far more important. He had April Fools Day jokes and notepad. His goal was to see how many people he could fool that day and kept an accountant accurate tally of each fooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overheard him telling Greg Turner that he was moving at the end of the school year. I, loving him so, said, "No Bruce you can not move." His eyes lite up like a Christmas Tree, and with complete joy exclaimed, "ALRIGHT!!! I get to count two for this joke!!!" He quickly added two tallies to his notepad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thankful that he did not play the "hard boiled egg" April Fools Day joke on me. I don't remember the poor soul who got that one. Bruce, after all these years you are still one of my favorite classmates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2522569200952435731?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2522569200952435731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2522569200952435731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2522569200952435731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2522569200952435731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day-memory.html' title='An April Fools Day memory!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_PEddYZ7qI/AAAAAAAAATA/jkAa2Z7nEPY/s72-c/maid+outhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-299823691959712215</id><published>2008-04-02T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:38:27.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top April Fools Jokes of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_O2DdYZ7oI/AAAAAAAAASw/ksN-BT_wvGw/s1600-h/alignment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184687766576426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_O2DdYZ7oI/AAAAAAAAASw/ksN-BT_wvGw/s400/alignment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new virtual friend, Jen, had this on her blog and I am TOTALLY copying her, something I usually do not do. Jen, I hope you will forgive me and still be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were just too too too funny, hilarious, gut splitting that I had to share it with all my other virtual friends and family! I LOVE to laugh and enjoyed reading these. They absolutely made my day, thanks Jen for the smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one is your favorite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/"&gt;http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my favorite is the "Planetary Alignment Decreases Gravity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-299823691959712215?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/299823691959712215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=299823691959712215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/299823691959712215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/299823691959712215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-april-fools-jokes-of-all-time.html' title='Top April Fools Jokes of all time'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_O2DdYZ7oI/AAAAAAAAASw/ksN-BT_wvGw/s72-c/alignment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8570915641511322894</id><published>2008-04-01T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:18:56.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_LC0tYZ7nI/AAAAAAAAASo/QmMjXoH4_7c/s1600-h/April+fool+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184420331847806578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_LC0tYZ7nI/AAAAAAAAASo/QmMjXoH4_7c/s400/April+fool+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you do any jokes today? I told my kids that there was no school, not too nice but fun! Bryce and I are still ill. I did not have the energy to come up with much. What did you do? Mechelle's family loves April Fools Day and always has a lot of fun! What did you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8570915641511322894?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8570915641511322894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8570915641511322894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8570915641511322894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8570915641511322894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_LC0tYZ7nI/AAAAAAAAASo/QmMjXoH4_7c/s72-c/April+fool+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3058997168555617151</id><published>2008-04-01T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:11:47.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you like it?  I am not sure.  I love pink and brown together, pink is my favorite color.  The brown reminds me of chocolate and since the new name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3058997168555617151?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3058997168555617151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3058997168555617151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3058997168555617151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3058997168555617151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-look.html' title='New Look!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7629727416642463532</id><published>2008-03-31T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:28:10.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin an Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My kids love love love Calvin and Hobbes. Actually we all do. Bill Waterson is nothing short of genius. I wish he would come out of retirement but until then we will just enjoy what he has already given us. Here is one that I think any mom can appreciate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183958506899369426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_Eey9YZ7dI/AAAAAAAAARA/q_ilQ2EQ5No/s400/C%26H+closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7629727416642463532?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7629727416642463532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7629727416642463532' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7629727416642463532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7629727416642463532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/calvin-hobbes.html' title='Calvin an Hobbes'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_Eey9YZ7dI/AAAAAAAAARA/q_ilQ2EQ5No/s72-c/C%26H+closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2035980412240836639</id><published>2008-03-31T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:22:39.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Name is...drun roll: "Desperately Resisting Chocolate"</title><content type='html'>So desperately seeking chocolate was what I had in the poll but lets face it how hard is it to come by chocolate? Resisting is a little more difficult. The title may change, but for now this one spoke to me. It has nothing to do with those extra pounds I would like to dispose of before swim suit season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if the 1915 styles of swimsuits were still in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_EcFdYZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SJznhwgSYg0/s1600-h/swimsuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183955526192065970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_EcFdYZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SJznhwgSYg0/s400/swimsuit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2035980412240836639?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2035980412240836639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2035980412240836639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2035980412240836639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2035980412240836639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blog-name-isdrun-roll-desperately.html' title='New Blog Name is...drun roll: &quot;Desperately Resisting Chocolate&quot;'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_EcFdYZ7bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SJznhwgSYg0/s72-c/swimsuit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7890207194047889528</id><published>2008-03-30T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:23:29.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought I would say...I'm SICK of snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BGWNYZ7XI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vOECo4hrQoQ/s1600-h/snow+drifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183720518466530674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BGWNYZ7XI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vOECo4hrQoQ/s400/snow+drifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we wake up to three inches of snow this morning. I think God was very generous because he knew I could not handle another shoveling job and made it the kinds of snow that melts on hard surfaces. Another miracle in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hurry to get out to the car by a quarter to 11:00 so that we can get Bryce there on time for passing the sacrament. Also so that the Nazi on time sister in our ward would never have to point her fingers at me for being late. (I know I know I need to re-read my last post on bitterness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BK2dYZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VqaGFOQyEHE/s1600-h/irrate+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183725470563822978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BK2dYZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VqaGFOQyEHE/s400/irrate+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hop into my car and turn the ignition. Nothing!!! "ROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I calmly screamed at the top of my lungs!!! He likes to turn on the dome light and forgets to turn it off! Yes this is not the first time and you would think I would learn to look and make sure it is off! Opps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say, "Everyone out! We are walking to church." Fortunately we live in Utah where most churches are close. However in the middle of a snow storm, with jackets too thin (my nice warm church coat is...guess? My other warm jacket is so ugly that I can not bare to wear it to church, vanity gets you every time) it seemed like 5 miles away instead of 5 blocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We half ran half walked to church. The whole time I was trying to 'encourage' Ross to keep up and get Bryce to run a head of us. Everyone driving by us smiling and waving thinking that the Wilson family sure LOVE to walk! Which we do just under different circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfway to church, Ross at this point walking next to me, right next to me. Guess what Ross finds? A puddle! Ross being 4, what do you think he did with that puddle? If you said walked around you either have not had children yet, it has been a LONG time since your children &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BF_NYZ7VI/AAAAAAAAAP8/H8L_GpmoqVM/s1600-h/puddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183720123329539410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BF_NYZ7VI/AAAAAAAAAP8/H8L_GpmoqVM/s400/puddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were 4, OR you had all pretty little calm girls (which is what I ordered but never got). He jumped with all his might and weight into the middle of the puddle sending all that lovely brown icy water right onto my white tights (I wore white thinking it was spring or something like that) and into my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOY! JOY! JOY! I handled myself rather well I think, considering at that moment I wanted to kill the boy! I calmly informed him that I did not appreciate that experience and he was very sorry. Poor little Ross, he is a boy and really can not help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked into church with 1 or 2 minutes to spare. PHEW! Now all I need to figure out is, who is the lucky neighbor who gets to help me jump my car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7890207194047889528?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7890207194047889528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7890207194047889528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7890207194047889528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7890207194047889528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-thought-i-would-sayim-sick-of.html' title='I never thought I would say...I&apos;m SICK of snow!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_BGWNYZ7XI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vOECo4hrQoQ/s72-c/snow+drifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-731430176635819919</id><published>2008-03-30T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:15:31.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Starts Great Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_AfA9YZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NEqO6lQbx9A/s1600-h/john+Bytheway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183677272440827202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_AfA9YZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NEqO6lQbx9A/s400/john+Bytheway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love to listen to John Bytheway. This is the title of one of the latest CDs that we listened to. It is about those that had great challenges that they overcame and through their challenges became great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people he talked of were Joseph Smith, Helen Keller, Colonel Sanders (not his actual name but I don't know if you would recognize his actual name). There are many more. Did you know that Elder Boyd K Packer had pollio as a child and is a sculpturer (is that a word)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you know that had great challenges and overcame them with greatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my life goals is that I never become bitter, no matter what life hands me. That I turn Lemons into Lemonade. That I love more, give more, and lose myself in the Lord's service. If I can do these things I think I may finish great, no matter if no one knows who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-731430176635819919?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/731430176635819919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=731430176635819919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/731430176635819919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/731430176635819919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/rough-starts-great-finish.html' title='Rough Starts Great Finish'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_AfA9YZ7UI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NEqO6lQbx9A/s72-c/john+Bytheway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5552487210337039650</id><published>2008-03-30T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:15:50.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few reasons why I have spring/summer fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--4ldYZ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPk/51y33uQnrkY/s1600-h/boy+fun+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183564649808391458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--4ldYZ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPk/51y33uQnrkY/s400/boy+fun+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--1_NYZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fs01PfVBunM/s1600-h/boy+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183561793655139522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--1_NYZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fs01PfVBunM/s400/boy+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys doing what boys do best! Idaho; May 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--1_NYZ7MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fs01PfVBunM/s1600-h/boy+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183564314800942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--4R9YZ7RI/AAAAAAAAAPc/T18chMBAns4/s400/ocean+serenity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The ocean, one of my true loves! April 2007 Tulum, Mexico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--3ltYZ7QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T1m1mXZkrmM/s1600-h/family+frumpy+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183563554591730946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--3ltYZ7QI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T1m1mXZkrmM/s400/family+frumpy+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just plain family fun!!! Hey Frumpster Check out that outfit! I put this picture in special for you:)! April 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--3HNYZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCCZHfeVyFc/s1600-h/Lagoon+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183563030605720818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--3HNYZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCCZHfeVyFc/s400/Lagoon+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagoon Fun! August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--2Q9YZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xLyYfxbpj78/s1600-h/outdoor+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183562098597817554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--2Q9YZ7NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xLyYfxbpj78/s400/outdoor+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great outdoors and cousins/best friends. Nothing gets better than this! June 2007; Arizona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--0xNYZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IvZPHiGQtdc/s1600-h/family+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183560453625343122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--0xNYZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IvZPHiGQtdc/s400/family+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hikes into waterfalls! July 2007, Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567621925760306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--7SdYZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8-PK3kv_OBE/s400/Snyder+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Zoo time with best pals! Summer 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5552487210337039650?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5552487210337039650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5552487210337039650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5552487210337039650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5552487210337039650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-few-reasons-why-i-have.html' title='Just a few reasons why I have spring/summer fever!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R--4ldYZ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPk/51y33uQnrkY/s72-c/boy+fun+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7016569401941409407</id><published>2008-03-29T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:03:22.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R-8CJdYZ7II/AAAAAAAAAOU/bJfxHUGfnuU/s1600-h/sick+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183364057655798914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R-8CJdYZ7II/AAAAAAAAAOU/bJfxHUGfnuU/s400/sick+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce and I have been ill for a few days and it has not been real fun. I get serious head aches and neck aches when I am ill. It seems that is the place my body gets attacked when ill. Where is your achey spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today one of Bryce's friends, Tate, came to visit. It was so nice to have a visitor after being housebound for three days. I have never had someone visit me when ill. Even in the hospital after giving birth, I did not have visitors. When I am ill, I always tell people not to come by so that they will not get ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate insisted that he was fine to visit and that he would not get sick. We gladly let him in. What a renewal to our spirits he was. He was a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. I never realized what a visitor can do to your spirits when ill. It helped us not only feel emotionally better but also physically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always think I have to have flowers or food to bring to someone&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R-8B4NYZ7HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o1YrIU2or9w/s1600-h/sick+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183363761303055474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R-8B4NYZ7HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o1YrIU2or9w/s400/sick+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sick. Now I think I have been wrong, sometimes the best medicine/gift is just a visit from a friend. Stay and sit and talk, that might be the best gift/medicine for someone suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how a 12 year can be so wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7016569401941409407?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7016569401941409407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7016569401941409407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7016569401941409407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7016569401941409407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/sickies.html' title='Sickies'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R-8CJdYZ7II/AAAAAAAAAOU/bJfxHUGfnuU/s72-c/sick+people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-840602296574110254</id><published>2008-03-24T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:27:58.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross moments!</title><content type='html'>So Ross and I went to a funeral today.  Isn't it interesting that the first three letters in funeral spells fun?  Not quite how I would start the word but they did not ask me when they were creating words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice funeral and I felt the veil was thin.  I liked that.  It made me a bit homesick for a home I can not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Ross.  He was wearing his  beloved Spiderman shirt that I am sure will be the exception to the rule that  you can not take anything with you after this life.  The ONLY way I was going to get that cuss to the funeral was by putting a sweater over it and promise that the moment we got into the car afterwards he could take off the sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, no one noticed and just for fun I showed dear Aunt Effie and cousin Susan.  They both laughed as I knew they would and Susan shared her story of her son David having to wear his superman outfit under his church clothes just like Clark Kent/Superman.  As soon as he came home he would tear off his church clothes and become Superman.  Boys will be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross and I headed to the back of the chapel for the services.  Apparently Ross is not able to be in a chapel without pens and coloring pad fortunately I came prepared.  Right a way he went to work coloring  like a madman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral started with a beautiful a capella solo.  Grandma Smart wanted it a capella so that everyone would hear the words to the hymn, "Oh My Father"  (I LOVE that hymn too).    During the beautiful hymn what does Ross do?  Spill all his pens on the gym's wooden floor, not a quiet affair.  Sorry Grandma Smart!!!  Not sure what she thought at that moment but I hope it is  LONG time before I find out.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-840602296574110254?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/840602296574110254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=840602296574110254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/840602296574110254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/840602296574110254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/ross-moments.html' title='Ross moments!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-906164824698410103</id><published>2008-03-21T10:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:06:57.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New poll, please vote!  Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-906164824698410103?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/906164824698410103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=906164824698410103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/906164824698410103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/906164824698410103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-poll-please-vote-thanks.html' title='New poll, please vote!  Thanks!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-7980590342780500297</id><published>2008-03-21T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:55:38.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser BLogger here!</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I have been such a loser blogger these days.  I am someone who needs variety in life and am not content in doing the same thing over and over.  I quilt for a while and then I tire of that and move onto the next interest/hobby.  I have always been this way.  It makes me feel quite fickle but it is how I function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be more motivated.  It does not help that I am teaching RS this Sunday on top of everything else.  I am alive and well if anyone is wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-7980590342780500297?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980590342780500297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=7980590342780500297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7980590342780500297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/7980590342780500297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/loser-blogger-here.html' title='Loser BLogger here!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5939056003304707306</id><published>2008-03-14T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:50:54.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9rH8d6e2cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2aItZODJjCw/s1600-h/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177670563251804610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9rH8d6e2cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2aItZODJjCw/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how is it that a four year old is completely incapable of getting dressed and/or making his bed on his own but can create amazing towers out of blocks, any possible shape imaginable out of play dough, draw pictures of all kinds, and fold up his blankie perfect so that he can take it on road trips? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5939056003304707306?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5939056003304707306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5939056003304707306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5939056003304707306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5939056003304707306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/question.html' title='Question!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9rH8d6e2cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2aItZODJjCw/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-2192422771705608513</id><published>2008-03-12T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:05:40.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are in trouble when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9h93N6e2WI/AAAAAAAAANE/bKRy3ghrcbg/s1600-h/confused+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177026159243614562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9h93N6e2WI/AAAAAAAAANE/bKRy3ghrcbg/s400/confused+woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you are in trouble when your fourth grader brings home math homework that you can not help him figure out!!! I have an accounting major even. This is pathetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a cross word (math) puzzle. I can handle figuring out all the equations but where to put them on the puzzle is a mystery to me. Oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-2192422771705608513?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2192422771705608513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=2192422771705608513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2192422771705608513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/2192422771705608513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-you-are-in-trouble-when.html' title='You know you are in trouble when...'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9h93N6e2WI/AAAAAAAAANE/bKRy3ghrcbg/s72-c/confused+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1720631441548054140</id><published>2008-03-12T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:23:10.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babe!</title><content type='html'>Today is David's birthday.  He is 37 years old.  He is the kindest and best man I have ever met and wonder why I was ever so lucky to get to be married to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and Happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1720631441548054140?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1720631441548054140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1720631441548054140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1720631441548054140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1720631441548054140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='Happy Birthday Babe!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-8506274561032220843</id><published>2008-03-10T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:21:53.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings Confession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9VtjN6e2TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Jb65byhf4k/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176163798530054450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9VtjN6e2TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Jb65byhf4k/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the spring a head Daylight Savings day. A day I dread. To lose an hour is near torture for me. It takes me a week or so to adjust. Needless to say I did not run today. Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bit humorous to see how sparsely attended sacrament meeting was in comparison to Sunday School and RS. It reminded me of a few years ago when David and I forgot to switch our clocks. Fortunately it was in the fall, instead of missing sacrament meeting we were an hour early for church. Or I should say 50 minutes since we were running late as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember being so mad that I missed out on my cherished extra hour of sleep though. Our church time was 8:00am at the time and that extra hour would have been a taste of paradise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-8506274561032220843?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8506274561032220843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=8506274561032220843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8506274561032220843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/8506274561032220843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/daylight-savings-confession.html' title='Daylight Savings Confession!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9VtjN6e2TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Jb65byhf4k/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4800888223096222047</id><published>2008-03-09T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:05:02.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my passions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9QDEt6e2SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8somCKfNi_A/s1600-h/choc+fondue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175765251334789410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9QDEt6e2SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8somCKfNi_A/s400/choc+fondue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night we had a fondue night at my cousin's house.  Thank you Karen for sharing your home with us.  I love fonduing!  It is relaxing, yummy, and a wonderful way to interact.  Food and good friends is the best combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9QC0t6e2RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y0Kq-5cXO7o/s1600-h/cheese+fondue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175764976456882450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9QC0t6e2RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y0Kq-5cXO7o/s400/cheese+fondue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had two different cheese fondues which was a great way to determine favorites.  I will post all the recipes on my Lets Talk Food site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got out our Raclette Grill, which is basically an indoor BBQ.  We grilled marinade chicken, steak, and shrimp.  We ate them with different sauces.  I made a pesto cream cheese sauce and a balsamic vinegar and mustard sauce.  I had good intentions to make a sweet onion sauce but ran out of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we had the grand finale of the chocolate fondues.  UM UM good!  I was ridiculous and made 4 different kinds.  It was impossible to choose from so many so I narrowed it to the least possible.  I made Almond joy, Chocolate Peanut Butter, Chocolate mint, and my favorite Caramel Chocolate (which happen to be the easiest too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come to visit me, I will do a fondue night for you, upon request.  It is a blast and so delish!  I think I love it for its European flair and reminds me of my one of many loves, ITALY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4800888223096222047?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4800888223096222047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4800888223096222047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4800888223096222047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4800888223096222047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-my-passions.html' title='One of my passions!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9QDEt6e2SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8somCKfNi_A/s72-c/choc+fondue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3545226942793574828</id><published>2008-03-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:22:58.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9GFo96e2PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/np8g3if09v4/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175064385686526194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9GFo96e2PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/np8g3if09v4/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janel, my cousin, has inspired me to think bigger with my blog title. What I thought was such a clever name has become rather annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to copy Janel (they say it is the highest form of a compliment, I hope you feel complimented) I am listing possible name changes and will have a poll for you all to vote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please comment on why you have voted for one particular name. If you hate them all and think I should keep the name I have please state that as well. Or, give me a whole new name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for this guidance, how would I make it in life without you all? We are all in this together, whether you like it or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confessions of a 30-something Drama Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maniac Fundays, Revenge of the Nerd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF, Thank goodness its fried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperately seeking sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperately seeking sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperately seeking chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have chocolate will write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me chocolate and no one gets hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it over Yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Master of Disguise, mom is only my cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many disguises, mom is only one of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of these ideas are from Janel. If you have not done so yet or recently you NEED to go and check out her blog. Be prepared for a good laugh. Her new title is hilarious (I still covet it) and I love lift. That is compliments from Mechelle (my sister, I have the coolest family).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3545226942793574828?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3545226942793574828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3545226942793574828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3545226942793574828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3545226942793574828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-needed.html' title='Help needed!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9GFo96e2PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/np8g3if09v4/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-9156109243160112949</id><published>2008-03-07T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:47:41.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Bread Slices is the winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9F_fd6e2NI/AAAAAAAAAL8/biN3_e1K51M/s1600-h/brown+bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175057625408002258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9F_fd6e2NI/AAAAAAAAAL8/biN3_e1K51M/s400/brown+bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No contest! Brown Bread Slices wins by 77%! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what this tells me is there are very few of you I will share my Gardetto's with! Ross calls them, "Mom's favorite." They know they can have all the &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9F_l96e2OI/AAAAAAAAAME/e8wNxbRx0SU/s1600-h/breadsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175057737077151970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9F_l96e2OI/AAAAAAAAAME/e8wNxbRx0SU/s400/breadsticks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretzels and mini bread sticks they want. Eat the brown bread slices at your own risk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-9156109243160112949?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9156109243160112949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=9156109243160112949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9156109243160112949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9156109243160112949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/brown-bread-slices-is-winner.html' title='Brown Bread Slices is the winner!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R9F_fd6e2NI/AAAAAAAAAL8/biN3_e1K51M/s72-c/brown+bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4342510363179944345</id><published>2008-03-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:22:51.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Darcy is visiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R82Sr6IfJOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22RkPhe8lyA/s1600-h/Mr+Darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173952829955450082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R82Sr6IfJOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22RkPhe8lyA/s400/Mr+Darcy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not ill nor out of town. I have been reading, "Mr. Darcy's Diary." You will most likely not hear anything until I finish. I LOVE LOVE LOVE to read however my family suffers dearly to neglect and so I try not to indulge myself. Not because I don't adore reading but because I really have no self control. I love my family and so I accept these imperfections and only every once in a while allow myself a great book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renee, a friend from high school, mentioned in her Christmas Letter that her favorite book was, "Mr. Darcy's Diary." Being the Pride and Prejudice maniac that I am, I went directly to the library to check it out. They did not have it. I looked on the net library (which would be best, then I could listen while I was more constructive), once again failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there is a will there is a way. I said fine if I can not borrow this book I will BUY it. Can you believe that Nikki, I spent money:)!?! Fortunately I found it for $5 and bought it. It only just arrived and oh I am in love once again. After I finish reading it I want to read "Pride and Prejudice" simultaneously with "Mr Darcy's Diary." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream vacation for David and I, when we are empty nesters is for us to go somewhere in the middle of Idaho's beautiful mountains. There he will fly fish the entire time while I read and read and read. There are days that I just crave it so that the thought just keeps me going. My carrot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would LOVE any comments on must read books. Thanks Renee for this recommendation! My family will forgive once I am finished:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4342510363179944345?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4342510363179944345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4342510363179944345' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4342510363179944345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4342510363179944345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-darcy-is-visiting.html' title='Mr. Darcy is visiting!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R82Sr6IfJOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22RkPhe8lyA/s72-c/Mr+Darcy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-677318352422713011</id><published>2008-03-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:04:20.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BoM link to a cool blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8rLn0WB0PI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rybrfj93WNM/s1600-h/ancient+temple+in+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173171006914810098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8rLn0WB0PI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rybrfj93WNM/s400/ancient+temple+in+Mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog may be an advertisement for their tours of Mexico. However, I wanted to see some pictures of possible Book Of Mormon sites. I like the pictures and it tells a little of how these sites relate to the Book Of Mormon. I added the link just in case anyone else is as curious as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Summer between my 7th and 8th grade year I had the chance to tour Mexico with our youth group. We saw many possible areas that various Book of Mormon events may have taken place, according to experts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I remember the sites I have no idea where they were in Mexico. I hope someday to take my kids to these sites. This is just on&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8rLg0WB0OI/AAAAAAAAALM/7a3RWbDYVno/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173170886655725794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8rLg0WB0OI/AAAAAAAAALM/7a3RWbDYVno/s400/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e of the many ways I cruse the internet! Better put, waste time:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-677318352422713011?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/677318352422713011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=677318352422713011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/677318352422713011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/677318352422713011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/bom-link-to-cool-blog.html' title='BoM link to a cool blog'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8rLn0WB0PI/AAAAAAAAALU/Rybrfj93WNM/s72-c/ancient+temple+in+Mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1042753193376324678</id><published>2008-02-29T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:34:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Leap Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iws0WB0NI/AAAAAAAAALE/A_-lppSkxgw/s1600-h/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172578456046784722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iws0WB0NI/AAAAAAAAALE/A_-lppSkxgw/s400/rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say a female can ask a man to marry them on Leap Year Day. I am sure it is no longer a fopah but it once was I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So David will you marry me again? Or is one time ENOUGH? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1042753193376324678?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1042753193376324678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1042753193376324678' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1042753193376324678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1042753193376324678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-leap-year.html' title='Happy Leap Year!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iws0WB0NI/AAAAAAAAALE/A_-lppSkxgw/s72-c/rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3455332182906905675</id><published>2008-02-29T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:52:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iToEWB0LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LDUJS4TkbYQ/s1600-h/102_3813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172546488605200562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iToEWB0LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LDUJS4TkbYQ/s400/102_3813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iTUkWB0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kqfWqvtyGfE/s1600-h/102_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172546153597751458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iTUkWB0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kqfWqvtyGfE/s400/102_3815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from inside the cave which they call the crater. As you can tell the water is very warm, 92 degrees. It was a great place for our first open water dive (meaning not in a swimming pool). We dove down to 45 feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get the underwater pictures back from the developer on Monday. I will add photos then. Talk about dark ages having to go and drop them off and then WAIT to get them back. I love digital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the two hour session we did two separate dives. We have to have four dives to get licenced. To make the drive only two time we dive come to the surface for 10 minutes then dive down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday we dove on dive #3. It went great! My ears equilized no problem and I was one of the first ones down. We surfaced after doing our needed requirements and floated around for 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the mistake of floating on my back. I got water in my ears which is not a big deal for just swimming around. However when I needed to go back down for dive #4 I COULD not equilize my ears. Not fun! Finally I descended down to the 20 foot platform and did what I had to for my licence. It felt like I forced the water down deep in my ear and it is still there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I tried to continue descending the rest of the way I physically could not with my ear. I thought I would ascend just a bit to try to equilize my ear and then descend all over again. However the next thing I knew I was three feet from the surface. Opps, not good not good at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ascended too fast and I did not feel good. Fortunately I was not deep enough to cause serious damage but my head was not clear and I needed to take it easy to get my breath. It was scary and will take some will power to get back under the water again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I did not feel good most of the day. I just ached all over and my ear was plugged up tight to the point of pain. I am all but back to normal today. My ear is not quite clear and I feel just a bit of discomfort in my shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what happened but something did for sure. Anyone have any ideas? I want to go talk to the owner of the scuba shop, just to know what I could have done differently and if I should be doing anything specifically to get completely over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be swimmer's ear? Anyone ever have that? What does it feel like? I just keep putting garlic drops in it and it seems to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3455332182906905675?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3455332182906905675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3455332182906905675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3455332182906905675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3455332182906905675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-official.html' title='We&apos;re Official!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8iToEWB0LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LDUJS4TkbYQ/s72-c/102_3813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-1336541359207138125</id><published>2008-02-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:55:39.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should not laugh!!!</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a picture for one of my posts and saw a picture of a four year old flipping someone off. I am of course against such behavior so why did I laugh? I wanted to even add it to this post but did not because it would not portray who I am and I did not want to offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the blog demon does not ALWAYS win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-1336541359207138125?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1336541359207138125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=1336541359207138125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1336541359207138125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/1336541359207138125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-should-not-laugh.html' title='I should not laugh!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-5428623145067350490</id><published>2008-02-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:38:05.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it is about that time of the month when... N.R.F.M. (Not Recommended For Men)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8ejOUWB0HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lgtpmr9hYTE/s1600-h/woman+with+a+gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172282163432902770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8ejOUWB0HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lgtpmr9hYTE/s400/woman+with+a+gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Blog Demon is taking control!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You have a bigger temper tantrum than your toddler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Your husband gives you 'the look' and you say, "You even say one word and it is the couch BABY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-someone ask, "What's for dinner?" You scream, "DINNER, what dinner. I AM NOT MAKING DINNER." Then everyone happily eats leftovers while you soak in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You eat a Twix for breakfast, an Almond Snickers for lunch and Death By Chocolate Ice cream for dinner!! Then decided to drive to DQ for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the only time of the calendar month people can truthfully say you drive like a woman but if you hear them they had better run for their life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the kids actually do their chores the first time you ask them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the phone solicitors hang up on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you have to wash your own mouth out with soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dishes become more fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the men in the family suddenly realize the yard needs an overhaul even in the dead of winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-budget, what budget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you realize how much your family loves you, unconditionally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-5428623145067350490?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5428623145067350490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=5428623145067350490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5428623145067350490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/5428623145067350490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-it-is-about-that-time-of-month.html' title='You know it is about that time of the month when... N.R.F.M. (Not Recommended For Men)'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8ejOUWB0HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lgtpmr9hYTE/s72-c/woman+with+a+gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-9114787909158867813</id><published>2008-02-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:46:24.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross was offended!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8hEv0WB0JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5OmtHwCZwxk/s1600-h/102_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172459760330592402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8hEv0WB0JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5OmtHwCZwxk/s400/102_3848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a beautiful sunny day that Ross and I decided we needed to have a picnic at the park. Which meant we packed a lunch that I ate while he played. I can't figure out why all my pants are shrinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it was a sunny day, the wind and temperatures made it rather chilly. There were not many people at the park to play with. I was elected playmate of choice until a two year old showed up. Then Ross dumped me for someone half his size. Since I was hungry I did not complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a bite to eat, I went back to see if I would emerge in popularity to hear a sweet little two year old voice say, "...that little boy..." I arrived only moments afterwards and Ross turned to me and with complete indignation said, "That boy called me little!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed out loud. I could not help myself. All I accomplished was to add insult to injury. Ross said, "Its NOT funny!!!" I assured him it was not (to him anyway) and that his friend probably only thought that Ross was little in comparison to his own dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other friends arrived and the offense was quickly forgotten. As I was telling the family of the incident I realized that this would be like someone say 15-20 years older than me calling me old. It helped put things into perspective but I still think it is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the laugh Ross! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-9114787909158867813?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9114787909158867813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=9114787909158867813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9114787909158867813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/9114787909158867813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ross-was-offended.html' title='Ross was offended!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8hEv0WB0JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5OmtHwCZwxk/s72-c/102_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4105180462437502898</id><published>2008-02-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:38:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mechelle and Jim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8MKwqjNskI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qJCFzKac9vQ/s1600-h/a_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170988628323447362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8MKwqjNskI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qJCFzKac9vQ/s400/a_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Mechelle and Jim's birthday. They share birthdays just like my Aunt Carol and Uncle Harold. The funny thing is that their birthdays are the only birthdays I can remember of all my aunt's and uncle's. I guess there are some advantages to sharing birthdays? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mechelle is the best big sister and I have always been grateful for her. She has the most thoughtful insights and is wise beyond years. Whatever she puts her mind to she does. An example of this would be that she is a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and has ran many marathons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritually, she is a giant. A person who thinks of others before herself. One of her greatest attributes is that she makes lemonade out of lemons and she learns from every recipe. Her trials have taught her charity and compassion for all. She has not turned inward nor bitter as some do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 6 years younger than Mechelle and when she was in middle school I was in elementary. One day after school I was walking/running to brownies with all my brownie friends. I tripped and fell flat on my face. It hurt but I did not want to cry. So I picked myself up and with all the bravary that a heart of a 1st grader could possess I picked myself up and walked on down the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few blocks later I came upon Mechelle and two of her friends. As soon as I recognized her I went running into her outstretched arms and let out all the bottled pain. She comforted me, kissed my boo boos, and sent me on my way. I was strong again after being healed by her love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I marvel as I have looked back on that incident. I have been a 7th grader and know that comforting, caressing, and kissing a child/little siblings was not what a 7th grader would call cool. She did not brush me a way nor try to act the cool 12 year old. It is a tender memory and a tribute to Mechelle and the character she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for everything you have done for me and for being the best big sister ever! I am a far better person because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Jim is a great guy too and I LOVE his adjustments!  My back always feels so much better when he is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4105180462437502898?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4105180462437502898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4105180462437502898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4105180462437502898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4105180462437502898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-mechelle-and-jim.html' title='Happy Birthday Mechelle and Jim!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8MKwqjNskI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qJCFzKac9vQ/s72-c/a_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-4281219745854819779</id><published>2008-02-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:48:54.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce is the 'Post man' doing what he is 'Post' to!!!</title><content type='html'>The title is inspired by John Bytheway. If you want details ask one of either the two eldest of my children. They would happily fill you in. They LOVE John Bytheway and listen to anything they can get their hands on by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this "Post Man" refers to Bryce's basketball position that he played so devotedly. Couch Kevin told Bryce to go down to be at the bottom of the key and that is exactly what Bryce would do. Bryce's teammates &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L_FKjNshI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1xBGLGnNoCI/s1600-h/100_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170975786371232274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L_FKjNshI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1xBGLGnNoCI/s400/100_3731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would get the ball to him and he would turn and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Do any of you know how hard that shot is? It is outside the key and you have no backboard to bounce the ball into the basket from. In my, not so humble, opinion it is the most difficult basket on the court to make. Bryce was the master of this shot and made many more than he missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was he a great offensive player but defense was his game! You had to feel a b&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L9yajNsfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zEbgVjgsHxY/s1600-h/100_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170974364737057266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L9yajNsfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zEbgVjgsHxY/s400/100_3737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it sorry for the boy Bryce guarded because he was on his man like dried egg whites. Those who Bryce would guard were rarely be able to do much offensively and I dare say were relieved when Bryce was sub-ed out of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Coach from high school would say, "Offense would win the applause but defense would win the game." Great job Bryce!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L-EqjNsgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mx2iovhVYfg/s1600-h/100_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-4281219745854819779?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4281219745854819779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=4281219745854819779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4281219745854819779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/4281219745854819779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/bryce-is-post-man-doing-what-he-is-post.html' title='Bryce is the &apos;Post man&apos; doing what he is &apos;Post&apos; to!!!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8L_FKjNshI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1xBGLGnNoCI/s72-c/100_3731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3847465267882484497</id><published>2008-02-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:38:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Improved Player goes to: PIERCE WILSON!</title><content type='html'>Please note Pierce's nice clean shirt,  I was so proud!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JSV6jNseI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vqvsy6xNWQ4/s1600-h/102_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170785858622435810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JSV6jNseI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vqvsy6xNWQ4/s400/102_3796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JRyKjNscI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bvj20VkcKoc/s1600-h/102_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basketball season is officially over. There is always a sigh of relieve at the end my kids' sports seasons but also a sigh of already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a few years since the boys played basketball. The season started out rocky. I don't think Pierce shot the ball once in his first game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JRbKjNsbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/G7UksM3y6wY/s1600-h/102_3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784849305121202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JRbKjNsbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/G7UksM3y6wY/s400/102_3783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game 2, I sat by my cousin Karen, who was there because her son was also playing a game. Her son played on the west court and Pierce played on the east. It was fun to talk to her and watch our kids play their hearts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned that my kids seemed to inherit my athletic disability and not ten minutes later Pierce made a basket. I had to take the comment back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every game he improved significantly. His last game he was not the same player compared to the first. He was capital HUSTLE! He boxed out, rebound, drove the ball down the court to the basket, ran after the ball, and made baskets right and left. Pierce had listened to Coach dad and worked his heart out. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JR_ajNsdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qg_ogufQViU/s1600-h/102_3801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170785472075379154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JR_ajNsdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qg_ogufQViU/s400/102_3801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so impressed. I think he earned the nickname Rudy. Great job Pierce, I am so impressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3847465267882484497?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3847465267882484497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3847465267882484497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3847465267882484497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3847465267882484497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-improved-player-goes-to-pierce.html' title='Most Improved Player goes to: PIERCE WILSON!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R8JSV6jNseI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vqvsy6xNWQ4/s72-c/102_3796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459616996445315145.post-3630396215490609508</id><published>2008-02-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:42:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First in 13 years!</title><content type='html'>I have my scuba final tonight. I have not had a final for over 13 years. Although this is a cake walk in comparison to my accounting finals I am still nervous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous for David too. I study 3 times as much as he and he always gets a better score. It has ALWAYS been this way, even in high school! I still get irritated but I am grateful that I am married to such a smarty pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janell, how do you do this? Mom, wife, law student; you are such a woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/459616996445315145-3630396215490609508?l=rite2julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3630396215490609508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=459616996445315145&amp;postID=3630396215490609508' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3630396215490609508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/459616996445315145/posts/default/3630396215490609508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rite2julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-in-13-years.html' title='First in 13 years!'/><author><name>julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02090906676268111334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RGgV9ZcE6cE/R_K-f9YZ7mI/AAAAAAAAASg/BSHFVw52wcE/S220/SUC50442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
