<?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-32359970</id><updated>2012-01-15T14:25:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue in dimpled cheek</title><subtitle type='html'>"people say, you must have been the class clown. and i say, no, i wasn't. but i sat next to the class clown, and i studied him."
my ramblings and king family news</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7715303156926663714</id><published>2011-01-01T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:28:24.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goals and stuff</title><content type='html'>so i usually make specific goals in different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;categories&lt;/span&gt; but even though i did a little better last year i think i am going to try a new method.  i am just going to write a good old list of goals.  i think it will help for me to post them-it will make me feel more accountable...so in random order.....&lt;br /&gt;1.  eat more whole foods, less refined sugar, if any.&lt;br /&gt;2.  online scrapbook for my kids and family&lt;br /&gt;3.  take more pictures/video, edit it/them&lt;br /&gt;4.  run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;5.  become financially fit&lt;br /&gt;6.  start a project blog (i know there are  a million, but it will help me be creative/finish projects, etc)&lt;br /&gt;7.  communicate better with my spouse :)&lt;br /&gt;8.  play with my kids better&lt;br /&gt;9.  wake up early every day&lt;br /&gt;10.be on time, organized, and better prepared&lt;br /&gt;11. temple, scriptures, family prayer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt;-never miss&lt;br /&gt;12. perform more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do those 12!  2010 was a great year for our family but 2011 is going to be even better.  our family motto for the year is "The Year of the Kings"...a little presumptuous but it truly will be just that!  happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7715303156926663714?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7715303156926663714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7715303156926663714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7715303156926663714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7715303156926663714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-and-stuff.html' title='goals and stuff'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5915319514823939858</id><published>2010-11-18T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:10:18.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>issues are fun</title><content type='html'>okay let's start off by saying i haven't really read too much about the issue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going write about but after all of the status posts and email forwards i really have to ask, what the heck is wrong with a little pat down at the airport?  i am kind of shocked by the backlash.  i guess i work for an airline so i am a little biased but i just don't understand.  when i board an aircraft, i want to be safe.  i want my kids to be safe and if that means they do a pat down-so be it.  i remember going through security when we were coming home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;europe&lt;/span&gt; and an intoxicated man in front of me was freaking out because he had to take off his shoes.  are terrorists going to try to shoe bomb on aircraft again?  probably not-but lets check people's shoe's to make sure.  i saw the video of the "child" and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tsa&lt;/span&gt; employee and it honestly looked like a simple pat down made difficult by a child throwing a tantrum.  security isn't fun for anyone.  even without the "pat down" my kids throw tantrums, there isn't a happy train to take them through to the gate with a clown and balloons.  its about safety. i highly doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsa&lt;/span&gt; officials had a meeting and thought, "how can we make everyone uncomfortable coming through security?...also i would love for children to be violated in the process!  that's a golden idea."  seriously people.  i just want to be safe.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32359970-5915319514823939858?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5915319514823939858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5915319514823939858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5915319514823939858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5915319514823939858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/issues-are-fun.html' title='issues are fun'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4914741705001514894</id><published>2010-11-03T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:36:23.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_3S1KZbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/R-StVKb1iSY/s1600/IMG_6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_3S1KZbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/R-StVKb1iSY/s400/IMG_6164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535486742427755954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_2vXxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/uNUmNIEjYvg/s1600/IMG_6165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_2vXxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/uNUmNIEjYvg/s400/IMG_6165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535486732909225954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor sophie.  finally after learning to do a cartwheel on her own and skipping every where she goes i decided to put her in dance.  today was her first day and she wanted me to take these pictures.&lt;div&gt;ps is it weird that i think her cartwheels are the cutest thing ever?  she looks like an umpalompa. (sp?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4914741705001514894?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4914741705001514894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4914741705001514894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4914741705001514894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4914741705001514894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballet-princess.html' title='ballet princess.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_3S1KZbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/R-StVKb1iSY/s72-c/IMG_6164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2483842740881847850</id><published>2010-11-03T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:34:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay away agents!  he's taken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_NCqEO7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CiFNz0ByTjs/s1600/IMG_6162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_NCqEO7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CiFNz0ByTjs/s400/IMG_6162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535486016531741618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_Mqjr-II/AAAAAAAAAh4/K6ePs1SBze0/s1600/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_Mqjr-II/AAAAAAAAAh4/K6ePs1SBze0/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535486010062534786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_MAMPyKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/16x9bdurLnI/s1600/IMG_6154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_MAMPyKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/16x9bdurLnI/s400/IMG_6154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535485998689929378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_L6zmF3I/AAAAAAAAAho/R3vjPiml4EY/s1600/IMG_6145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_L6zmF3I/AAAAAAAAAho/R3vjPiml4EY/s400/IMG_6145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535485997244356466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seth was in a play and had his first speaking role.  i was really nervous to see him in his novice performance but he was AMAZING!  he really did steal the show.  i am really proud/jealous that it came so easy to him!  you were awesome seth!  we love you!&lt;div&gt;note to self: why do i smile like i still have braces?  i should show off my pearly whites!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2483842740881847850?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2483842740881847850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2483842740881847850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2483842740881847850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2483842740881847850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/stay-away-agents-hes-taken.html' title='stay away agents!  he&apos;s taken!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH_NCqEO7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CiFNz0ByTjs/s72-c/IMG_6162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1847814611323787827</id><published>2010-11-03T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:28:37.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the only picture i took on faux halloween night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH-L44ZHXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H9IkGJP_S_Y/s1600/IMG_6141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH-L44ZHXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H9IkGJP_S_Y/s400/IMG_6141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535484897215978866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....it rained and my hands were cold.  carson ran off with the neighborhood boys and nolan was in the stroller.  sophia's costume was probably the highlight of the year for me.  she was going to be a vampire but at the last moment changed to a.....kind of can't say it on the blog.  she called herself a movie star but i thought she looked more like a....(can't say it on the blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1847814611323787827?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1847814611323787827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1847814611323787827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1847814611323787827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1847814611323787827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-only-picture-i-took-on-faux.html' title='this is the only picture i took on faux halloween night...'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH-L44ZHXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H9IkGJP_S_Y/s72-c/IMG_6141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8674403684848698012</id><published>2010-11-03T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:25:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7-Jtv8gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KNDLr0LwHBY/s1600/IMG_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7-Jtv8gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KNDLr0LwHBY/s400/IMG_6130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482462193316354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella eating a donut on a string.  I volunteered to do that game for her class.  I'm sure the janitor's are writing me thank you notes this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH795D52TI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eDjObBIrWKw/s1600/IMG_6129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH795D52TI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eDjObBIrWKw/s400/IMG_6129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482457722837298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia figured out how to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH79tIMg8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GC6pt-buJBk/s1600/IMG_6114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH79tIMg8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GC6pt-buJBk/s400/IMG_6114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482454519612354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our neighbor napoleon.  he did the napoleon face the whole weekend.  he never broke character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH79TzflzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hPGld21Bjmc/s1600/IMG_6116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH79TzflzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hPGld21Bjmc/s400/IMG_6116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482447721895730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bella and ella.  bff's in the now and caveperson days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH78z2C5VI/AAAAAAAAAg4/F3fLhbP2Oe8/s1600/IMG_6115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH78z2C5VI/AAAAAAAAAg4/F3fLhbP2Oe8/s400/IMG_6115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535482439142663506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neighbor swimmer.  probably foreshadowing his future as a high school swimmer like older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7EneX5bI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Bn7kPYUsN00/s1600/IMG_6113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7EneX5bI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Bn7kPYUsN00/s400/IMG_6113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481473749476786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the world's most amazing clown and again neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7EdomxmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/QU7hzx4QRdk/s1600/IMG_6111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7EdomxmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/QU7hzx4QRdk/s400/IMG_6111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481471108040290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our neighbor who saved his own money for a real byu football helmet.  true fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7ECZEb9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Un_kAtZVHM4/s1600/IMG_6109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7ECZEb9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Un_kAtZVHM4/s400/IMG_6109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481463795118034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;carson, plugging his ears so he can't hear me tell him what a handsome ninja he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7Dvv2TBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7dspUsYvqFY/s1600/IMG_6108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7Dvv2TBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7dspUsYvqFY/s400/IMG_6108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481458790386706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just our friendly neighborhood avatar.  amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7DWApCNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q4V5WxFqlK0/s1600/IMG_6107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7DWApCNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Q4V5WxFqlK0/s400/IMG_6107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481451881498834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;50's girl and supergirl (aka nolan's favorite human ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6TD09AFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MupvLeXn68g/s1600/IMG_6106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6TD09AFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MupvLeXn68g/s400/IMG_6106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535480622366916690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go #6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SytCPuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dFN3FpPI_FE/s1600/IMG_6105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SytCPuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dFN3FpPI_FE/s400/IMG_6105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535480617770303202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't even get me started on what sophia "is".  she changed costumes last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SegOTHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TU3LTletKNU/s1600/IMG_6103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SegOTHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TU3LTletKNU/s400/IMG_6103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535480612347858034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a cute little lady bug and new big sister!  we love chico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SKgyN1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/k5n7-dN4QVk/s1600/IMG_6102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6SKgyN1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/k5n7-dN4QVk/s400/IMG_6102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535480606981502802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a knight in shining armor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6RVT_WJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8oQ9KzNz60g/s1600/IMG_6101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH6RVT_WJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8oQ9KzNz60g/s400/IMG_6101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535480592700758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think halloween is my favorite crazy @#! holiday.  (modern family)  it really is the best.  i especially love the school parade.  i love cheering on my neighborhood peeps.  i didn't put names for fear their parents didn't want their names published on my nationally acclaimed blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8674403684848698012?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8674403684848698012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8674403684848698012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8674403684848698012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8674403684848698012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-halloween.html' title='school halloween'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH7-Jtv8gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KNDLr0LwHBY/s72-c/IMG_6130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3147930185622074228</id><published>2010-11-03T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:12:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annual pumpkin carving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3G6ojdTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_dcEZB8NMTg/s1600/IMG_6085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3F5yd0iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HEdCe34eXLA/s400/IMG_6084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535477097798947362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3FYXlnNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rlnT0vldEBo/s1600/IMG_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3FYXlnNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rlnT0vldEBo/s400/IMG_6082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535477088827841746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3E5mN74I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Hgt70F2LOho/s1600/IMG_6078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3E5mN74I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Hgt70F2LOho/s400/IMG_6078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535477080567705474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle eric has kind of started the tradition of carving pumpkins with us every year...it almost didn't happen due to my lack of gusto this halloween season but we pulled through.  it was a great night of baseball and pumpkins.  sophia also got a pretend mouse from school and we couldn't resist doing a photo shot.  nolan also loves fire.  a pyro is born!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5f9d0e747374005" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f9d0e747374005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D292A5EBACF7E9BBEF807332874B8E0239C7D574C.21138E3C3F05A8FD637CEB1448EA9F2A7E2AE4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f9d0e747374005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpYqZmorVOxOts_wtxLOpHF7fCVs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f9d0e747374005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147486%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D292A5EBACF7E9BBEF807332874B8E0239C7D574C.21138E3C3F05A8FD637CEB1448EA9F2A7E2AE4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f9d0e747374005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpYqZmorVOxOts_wtxLOpHF7fCVs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3147930185622074228?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3147930185622074228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3147930185622074228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3147930185622074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3147930185622074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/annual-pumpkin-carving.html' title='annual pumpkin carving....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH3G6ojdTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_dcEZB8NMTg/s72-c/IMG_6085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-6909604024192249147</id><published>2010-11-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:48:53.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're the umpire of your son's game....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH04IUhwgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o86wBC4k4fs/s1600/IMG_6055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH04IUhwgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o86wBC4k4fs/s400/IMG_6055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535474662158483970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be kind of difficult.....when we showed up for carson's last game of the year there was no 12-year-old umpire to be found...( he probably knew i was going to punch him in the face)....and as fate would have it seth was the only one who could do it.  seth had to call a strike out on carson and the other team won.  i am sure it was really hard for seth when i had to punch him in the face. c'est la via.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-6909604024192249147?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/6909604024192249147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=6909604024192249147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6909604024192249147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6909604024192249147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-youre-umpire-of-your-sons-game.html' title='when you&apos;re the umpire of your son&apos;s game....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH04IUhwgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o86wBC4k4fs/s72-c/IMG_6055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-750400052157614643</id><published>2010-11-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:45:49.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0J5sZ07I/AAAAAAAAAew/H1PRnIcrfho/s1600/IMG_6039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0J5sZ07I/AAAAAAAAAew/H1PRnIcrfho/s400/IMG_6039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535473867958113202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0JUiYZQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B6YcSAsDpGY/s1600/IMG_6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0JUiYZQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B6YcSAsDpGY/s400/IMG_6038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535473857983964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0I93dbXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GybrytIESwY/s1600/IMG_6037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0I93dbXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GybrytIESwY/s400/IMG_6037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535473851898359154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophia had a mini science fair for her class.  maybe by the time nolan is in school we will be better at science fair projects.  we learned about how water travels through plants (celery).  she is such a cutie!  A+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-750400052157614643?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/750400052157614643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=750400052157614643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/750400052157614643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/750400052157614643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/11/weird-science.html' title='weird science'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TNH0J5sZ07I/AAAAAAAAAew/H1PRnIcrfho/s72-c/IMG_6039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-141295103952633905</id><published>2010-10-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:32:45.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baseball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVVkFIKRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OqtyS5w_deg/s1600/IMG_9472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVVkFIKRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OqtyS5w_deg/s400/IMG_9472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584540105943314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVD8rHJ5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/PJIyaRvYrno/s1600/IMG_9288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVD8rHJ5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/PJIyaRvYrno/s400/IMG_9288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584237470066578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVDps2_uI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OxqyRRtd3jU/s1600/IMG_6450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVDps2_uI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OxqyRRtd3jU/s400/IMG_6450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584232377122530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVDU59O6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/1J50TO9vkF0/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVDU59O6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/1J50TO9vkF0/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584226794912674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVCe_KYFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hR_4g5b55M4/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVCe_KYFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hR_4g5b55M4/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584212321230930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVB_g998I/AAAAAAAAAdo/J5cCUXT0FuM/s1600/IMG_0145+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVB_g998I/AAAAAAAAAdo/J5cCUXT0FuM/s400/IMG_0145+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530584203873089474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another season has ended for mr. carson king.  this season had ups and downs but we were really lucky to have such great coaches and teammates.  carson has improved even more, he is a super fast base runner, has an arm like his dad and uncle, and is an amazing catcher.  my favorite moment this year is when after striking out carson called me to the dugout (he never does that) looked at me and said, "mom, i want you to go punch that umpire in the face"...i looked over at the 12-year-old umpire and asked, "why carson?" "because he called 3 strikes on 3 balls".  i then told my son how that would be horrible to do and that he needed to respect the umpire's judgement.  my sweet usually super shy son proceeded to yell for me to go "punch that stupid umpire in the face!!!"  i don't know what was funnier, carson's scene or the thought of me walking up to a 12 year old and punching him the face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32359970-141295103952633905?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/141295103952633905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=141295103952633905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/141295103952633905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/141295103952633905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/10/baseball.html' title='baseball...'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TMCVVkFIKRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OqtyS5w_deg/s72-c/IMG_9472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4889524550924914852</id><published>2010-10-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:56:49.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please bless this weather never ends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgpQLfzgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/RyA7knPpJLU/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgpQLfzgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/RyA7knPpJLU/s400/DSCN1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523137886106406402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgo0aQafI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jwsFWnAtk0g/s1600/DSCN1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgo0aQafI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jwsFWnAtk0g/s400/DSCN1222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523137878652119538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgokUJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nVg7XQFrT_0/s1600/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgokUJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nVg7XQFrT_0/s400/DSCN1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523137874331555826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to say that i love fall weather and yes even this amazing hot fall weather.  i am trying to go to the park and be outside as much as i can because it sadly will soon come to an end.  i love halloween, soup, thanksgiving, conference, fall tv, football (just kidding)-this is the best time of year....enjoy!&lt;div&gt;ps in other news nolan has the biggest front teeth ever.  is it weird that if they get bigger or he doesn't grow into them, that i want them shaved?  seriously...check out those chicklets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4889524550924914852?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4889524550924914852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4889524550924914852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4889524550924914852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4889524550924914852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-bless-this-weather-never-ends.html' title='please bless this weather never ends....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TKYgpQLfzgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/RyA7knPpJLU/s72-c/DSCN1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5782746906108857388</id><published>2010-09-24T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:54:28.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzlOSzannI/AAAAAAAAAdA/9pyamhuru7A/s400/DSCN1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520539276977806962" /&gt;                                                                      before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzlPa0PNVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p5dOF1FcfzA/s400/DSCN1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520539296308606290" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;carson is a wheeler dealer-when grandma king asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he said "a day together at lagoon".  they had a blast....thanks grandma for the fun birthday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps i LOVE that he has all of those stuffed animals from lagoon....he is so spoiled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-5782746906108857388?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5782746906108857388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5782746906108857388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5782746906108857388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5782746906108857388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/09/lagoon.html' title='lagoon'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzlOSzannI/AAAAAAAAAdA/9pyamhuru7A/s72-c/DSCN1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-860949817838633433</id><published>2010-09-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:49:45.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first pitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkWUiKmeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QxeHZ5MHchs/s1600/DSCN1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkWUiKmeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QxeHZ5MHchs/s400/DSCN1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520538315369650658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkV0Uo6YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HjQW0IBg8zQ/s1600/DSCN1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkV0Uo6YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HjQW0IBg8zQ/s400/DSCN1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520538306722982274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkVcshk9I/AAAAAAAAAco/tlahCEmdtE4/s1600/DSCN1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkVcshk9I/AAAAAAAAAco/tlahCEmdtE4/s400/DSCN1147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520538300380713938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkVNVfLbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/G9ypSm2UIM8/s1600/DSCN1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkVNVfLbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/G9ypSm2UIM8/s400/DSCN1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520538296257555890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkUYQJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x3yGnYHpa7w/s1600/DSCN1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzkUYQJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x3yGnYHpa7w/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520538282008106450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seth listens to x96 every morning on the way to work.  he loves the show.  one morning while he was listening they mentioned that they were sponsoring the Bee's game and that it was kid's night and they needed a kid to throw out the first pitch.  being the great dad he is seth called and got carson the spot.  it was a really great experience for carson and our family.  carson threw a great pitch.  we are so proud of our little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-860949817838633433?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/860949817838633433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=860949817838633433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/860949817838633433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/860949817838633433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOxJZq0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0L6Ht28fvdw/s1600/DSCN1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOxJZq0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0L6Ht28fvdw/s400/DSCN1182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520537086099827522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOVMsVVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_UfRhOua_Gc/s1600/DSCN1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOVMsVVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_UfRhOua_Gc/s400/DSCN1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520537078597440850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOA_ZAgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/63lRDmUHCtw/s1600/DSCN1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOA_ZAgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/63lRDmUHCtw/s400/DSCN1166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520537073172939266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophia and i went to disneyland for our birthdays...just the 2 of us.  it was really fun and needed...i can't believe my baby girl is 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8033036998270562938?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8033036998270562938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8033036998270562938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8033036998270562938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8033036998270562938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/09/d-land.html' title='d-land'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TJzjOxJZq0I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0L6Ht28fvdw/s72-c/DSCN1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8911073361564957356</id><published>2010-09-14T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:07:49.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the mother of all workouts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI-ryEMiVtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tqlZHutcDIo/s1600/IMG_5740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI-ryEMiVtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tqlZHutcDIo/s400/IMG_5740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516816945160279762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been doing p90x.  it has been great.  i have been posting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; when i complete the day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; i am sure it is annoying to some people it really helps me feel accountable for the workout.  i have had a lot of people ask me about the results.  to be completely candid i haven't lost one single pound-i have about 36 days to go so we will see what the final result is.  as far as being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, i am not.  i feel so much better.  i have never been very good at working out, but now the days that i miss or don't have a very good workout i feel yucky.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; and i have also decided to start running together so for the past week we have been running up to the lake and back (about 3 miles).  it is nice to start somewhere is all i will say about that.  each day we run i feel stronger and better and look forward to having it be "cake".  i know there will be chuckles at this but turning 30 and having my fourth baby really waged war on my body.  it is crazy how fast your metabolism can slow down.  but as i look at my stretch marks and imperfect body i don't see ugly i see "war wounds" (as my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maggie&lt;/span&gt; calls them).  i see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isabella&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sophia&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt;-and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8911073361564957356?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI-ryEMiVtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tqlZHutcDIo/s72-c/IMG_5740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7468356211971542635</id><published>2010-09-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:29:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI5fNGgn4HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SnIpipJnotk/s1600/IMG_5861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI5fNGgn4HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SnIpipJnotk/s400/IMG_5861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516451272265818226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI5ezugd9GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ceRWTcS3pU0/s1600/IMG_5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI5ezugd9GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ceRWTcS3pU0/s400/IMG_5859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516450836325987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carson got baptized.  we are so proud of him.  there is something so great about carson.  he has such a peaceful way about him.  he doesn't like a lot of fanfare or attention.  he is confident in who he is.  i love our little guy so much!  &lt;div&gt;ps  i LOVE that seth doesn't wear the jumpsuit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TI5fNGgn4HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SnIpipJnotk/s72-c/IMG_5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-9220315210741669821</id><published>2010-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:31:38.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'roids rage.</title><content type='html'>so i think there is something wrong with me.  i am too cynical.  i just read the archives of my blog and although there have been a lack of posts lately, the posts there have been have anything but fun or more of a "make fun" tone.  i have decided the reason i am this way is because of my thyroid.  yes peeps, i have a problem with my thyroid.  it sucks.  i am blaming everything on it.  my grumpiness will henceforth be called "roids rage".  if i unfriended you on facebook or didn't say hi to you at the store, this is why.  please understand.&lt;br /&gt;in all seriousness i want to get back on track of chronicling the lives of our busy family.  so get ready for some bragging and boasting (which are the same thing-fyi).  its time to turn the page. &lt;br /&gt;and finally to address my commenter's:&lt;br /&gt;1.  i am so worried about those of you who are in prison and need my help!  please leave some kind of clue and i will call the authorities right away!&lt;br /&gt;2.  to those of you who say my blog is popular-thanks!  i will click on your ads later!&lt;br /&gt;3.  thanks for offering us "enhancement" pills.  i think the 4 kids should prove that we don't really need help in this area yet.  i'll hit you up in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....oh shoot there i go again.  cynical as ever.  at least i recognize, right?  stupid roid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;ang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-9220315210741669821?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/9220315210741669821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=9220315210741669821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9220315210741669821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9220315210741669821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/09/roids-rage.html' title='&apos;roids rage.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1939606347570611470</id><published>2010-07-10T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:25:27.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beat/win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TDjzPb5q5BI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YlZ0Tmc9nds/s1600/IMG_5485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TDjzPb5q5BI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YlZ0Tmc9nds/s400/IMG_5485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492407192091550738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; and i love to do is discuss sports.  not really.  the teaser in me actually does like to ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; sports questions.  it drives him nuts.  i am amazed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of baseball i have watched and still there are things i don't know.  for example,  i learned the other day that the phrase, "you won the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yankees&lt;/span&gt;" is incorrect the correct phrase is, "you BEAT the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yankees&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; explained the reasoning is that if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carson's&lt;/span&gt; team "won" the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yankees&lt;/span&gt;, we would need a bigger car to bring the team of 8-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; home.  makes sense.  it really got me thinking about the motivation teams would have if they really did "win" the players.  not just on a little league level but imagine on a professional level-in any sport.  say that if a team "won" the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lakers&lt;/span&gt; you could choose a player from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lakers&lt;/span&gt; to be on your team...mind blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1939606347570611470?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TDjzPb5q5BI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YlZ0Tmc9nds/s72-c/IMG_5485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-736448509888950902</id><published>2010-07-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:28:50.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look away crazies!  i'm not private anymore!</title><content type='html'>so i'm not going to have a private blog anymore.  there is only one reason.  i am currently at my sweet grandma boyle's house and she wants to see my blog and this is the best way.  wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-736448509888950902?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/736448509888950902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=736448509888950902' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/736448509888950902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/736448509888950902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-away-crazies-im-not-private.html' title='look away crazies!  i&apos;m not private anymore!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4138494776205729145</id><published>2010-06-29T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:05:25.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>year(s) gone by....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TCptpkrtQeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VpwXxfmxwiE/s1600/153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TCptpkrtQeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VpwXxfmxwiE/s400/153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488319656893432290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TCptKD--luI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OydxPuJptKY/s1600/IMG_5743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TCptKD--luI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OydxPuJptKY/s400/IMG_5743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488319115539945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan is 1 today.  although he is my 4th baby i have reflected on this past year today and felt sad.  let me clarify that i am happy he is one and healthy.  i feel so blessed that he has been such a content healthy little boy.  i am sad because time moves so fast.  if the song "time in a bottle" came on i would burst into tears.  he is such a sweetie, we love him so much.  it almost feels like new years and time to make resolutions for an even better second year for nolan.  here's to a year of making more time for 4 beautiful kids....&lt;br /&gt;(first photo by bees knees photography)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4138494776205729145?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4138494776205729145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4138494776205729145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4138494776205729145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4138494776205729145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/06/years-gone-by.html' title='year(s) gone by....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/TCptpkrtQeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VpwXxfmxwiE/s72-c/153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5485999897130519857</id><published>2010-04-10T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:20:15.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>its going to fast!  isabella turns 10 on monday!  needless to say, i am beside myself.  i can't imagine how fast the next ten years will go by and then she will be...don't even say it.  life is crazy that way.  i was looking at my baby today and he is starting to look like a toddler and i just wanted to cry.  i just feel like i can't keep up, ya know?  i feel like if i blink i will miss it all.  i really need to be better about slowing down and enjoying every moment.&lt;br /&gt;today we went to "how to train your dragon" for the second time.  i am not a second time kind of girl.  i don't re-read books or re-watch movies (only "she's the man") but this movie is really special.  i am so amazed by the writers who crank this stuff out.  how would it be to have THAT story in your head?  i love to write and would love to write a story but i think i must be on the editorial side because the only stories i can think of are already written...i would just tweek them and re-write them. &lt;br /&gt;i love thinking about my ideas for books/stories because i crack myself up.  not because they are hilarious ideas but because they are horrible ideas.  i could write a really good book with the narrator being an old grandma who gets annoyed by teenagers.  hahaha....seriously that is all that i can think of and i think that is funny-not in a "pity me, i don't have any ideas way" but a "i can't believe i can't get some kind of crazy mythical character in some exotic land idea."  i just don't imagine things that aren't real, make sense?  i don't have dreams with flying pigs and rainbows-i dream about real people in real situations.&lt;br /&gt;some people have nightmares about monsters.  i have nightmares about living in nazi germany and escaping the holocaust.  seth always ruins it and we get caught because he gets mouthy at the border.  horrible, right? &lt;br /&gt;i never remember my good dreams, probably because they are just repeats of my day..(get it?  i "live" my dreams haha...)  no seriously my realistic brain does not produce a dr. mcsteamy prince for me. &lt;br /&gt;there are worse things in life, i guess.  my baby daughter could be turning 10.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-5485999897130519857?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5485999897130519857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5485999897130519857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5485999897130519857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5485999897130519857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8222395192288298673</id><published>2010-03-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:19:43.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i agree</title><content type='html'>i would love to forward this article to everyone i know but alas the glen beckers will eat me alive.  but if you are feeling daring this (a little too brief) write up brings up some great points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.americasnewsonline.com/president-obamas-health-care-reform-why-it-rocks-903/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8222395192288298673?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8222395192288298673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8222395192288298673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8222395192288298673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8222395192288298673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-agree.html' title='i agree'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-718517073127219718</id><published>2010-03-19T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:16:09.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seth and i went to new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFXI332qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qdk3j4hp8RM/s1600-h/IMG_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFXI332qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qdk3j4hp8RM/s400/IMG_3933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450487344102103714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFE5DDf5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/OXS86U0s8sg/s1600-h/IMG_3895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFE5DDf5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/OXS86U0s8sg/s400/IMG_3895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450487030616391570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFECctSaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Qbgv1jXmy6M/s1600-h/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFECctSaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Qbgv1jXmy6M/s400/IMG_3890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450487015960037794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFDZp9TAI/AAAAAAAAAag/-KyxDTDrUn4/s1600-h/IMG_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFDZp9TAI/AAAAAAAAAag/-KyxDTDrUn4/s400/IMG_3874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450487005009759234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun.  natalie was a superstar.  we were really proud.  it is a good thing to get away and remember why you love your spouse so much.  he is an expert traveler and loves people, places and things as much as i do.  so glad that i married someone like you.  i'm seriously so blessed-seriously.&lt;div&gt;PS i am a little behind.  this trip was in december.  i just went with bella and some great friends/next door neighbors-pictures and the best stories EVER to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-718517073127219718?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/718517073127219718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=718517073127219718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/718517073127219718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/718517073127219718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/03/seth-and-i-went-to-new-york.html' title='seth and i went to new york'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QFXI332qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qdk3j4hp8RM/s72-c/IMG_3933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5007217397487945295</id><published>2010-03-19T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:06:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QDfK8gmgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9R0iO7sexIM/s1600-h/IMG_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S6QDfK8gmgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9R0iO7sexIM/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450485283074120194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is in no way shape or form a "reaction" to anything.  i have just been thinking a lot lately about how as a friend i should come with a disclaimer.  it would read:&lt;div&gt;"if you choose me as a friend you should be aware that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm really bad at getting back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i rarely listen to my voicemails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i forget birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i get really overwhelmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm needy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i borrow things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please note that these issues are almost impossible for me to reverse.  i am so busy in my head that my forgetfulness is always getting in the way of being a good friend.  please accept my apologies upfront.  i love you and would do anything for you, you would just need to remind me a few times".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in summary...THANK YOU dear friends who put up with me and love me in spite of anything else.  some day when our lives slow down you will receive amazing thoughtful gifts with long meaningful notes on how much i appreciate you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang&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/32359970-5007217397487945295?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5007217397487945295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5007217397487945295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-9024439904095456911</id><published>2010-03-10T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:27:53.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not to brag.....</title><content type='html'>...but my kids are so talented.  check out this sweet dance....(and yes my kids own pajama's they just prefer to wear old tee-shirts)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89b4ded99be1f89d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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type='text'>the kevin bacon game...and television programs</title><content type='html'>i can't help it...i LOVE making connections with people.  it is probably one of my favorite pastimes.  i love meeting someone and finding out if we know any similar people and connecting the dots.  i wonder why i like this so much?  it drives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; crazy.  i think it is just nice to meet someone and have a frame of reference and maybe with that "frame of reference" i won't seem so crazy? maybe? i don't know....&lt;br /&gt;in other news...&lt;br /&gt;i have pretty much decided that one of my talents is watching television.  i know this sounds like a joke, but its not.  i do not consider myself as a couch potato, watching television for me is like a humanities major going to an art museum.  i NEVER just sit and watch random television (notice how i am not calling it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; :)  i schedule myself for the programs that i enjoy.  i like to pick them apart and think about the writing and think about how clever writers are.  here are favorite programs in order of preference(notice how i am not calling them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows):&lt;br /&gt;mad men&lt;br /&gt;modern family&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;parks and rec&lt;br /&gt;the office/30 rock (its too close to call)&lt;br /&gt;chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;throwdown&lt;/span&gt; with bobby flay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also watch one show that is just trash and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that i watch it:&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor "On the Wings of Love"&lt;br /&gt;it is pretty much the most ridiculous show on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; (yes it is a "show" on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;"-i obviously don't respect it).  i watch it in awe because i can't believe people really subject themselves to it.  poor, poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tenley&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;well, that's pretty much my life in a nutshell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2989895626686659336?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2989895626686659336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2989895626686659336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2989895626686659336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2989895626686659336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/02/kevin-bacon-gameand-television-programs.html' title='the kevin bacon game...and television programs'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4144485343237393158</id><published>2010-01-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:36:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1fWD27pV3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B1DOAc2J-O8/s1600-h/.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1fWD27pV3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B1DOAc2J-O8/s400/.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429043237592061810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so as a young child bride i found out i was pregnant with bella-it was a huge surprise, we had only been married a few months-i thought i had cancer originally, but no. i also loved when people would see me and my ripe belly and ask when we got married and then when i was due and do math in their heads....let's see...hmmmm...seth would always make it sound like it was a shotgun wedding and i would let him because it was funny. back to the point-when we found out, my aunt gave me this amazing article she found in a reader's digest. she read it to me and i didn't really understand, now i do. i always remember it during quiet moments. mostly with the ups and downs of being a mom. when nolan cries himself to sleep especially, i love seeing him all tuckered out after a long day, like the picture above, my heart melts.  anywho, enjoy this article.  its special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It is "Condensed from "Everyday Miracles" and credits Dale Hanson Bourke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time is running out for my friend.  While we were sitting at lunch, she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."  What she means is that her biological clock has begun its countdown and she is being forced to consider the prospect of motherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We’re taking a survey,” she says, half joking, “Do you think I should have a baby?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“It will change your life,” I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I know,” she says.  “no more sleeping in on Saturdays, no more spontaneous vacations…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But that is not what I mean at all.  I try to decide what to tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want Her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes: that her physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable.  I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking, “What if that had been my child?”  That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her.  That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be be worse than watching your child die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            I look at her manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.  That urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think about her baby’s sweet smell.  She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine.  That a five-year-old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at a restaurant will become a major dilemma.  That issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the restroom.  However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy but she will never feel the same about herself.  That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.  That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years – not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish his.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            My friend’s relationship with her husband will change but not in the way she thinks.  I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his son or daughter.  I think she should know that she will fall in love with her husband all over again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a baseball.  I want to capture for her the belly laugh  of a baby who strokes the soft fur of a dog for the first time.  I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            My friend’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.  “You’ll never regret it,” I say finally.  Then, squeezing my friend’s hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4144485343237393158?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4144485343237393158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4144485343237393158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4144485343237393158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4144485343237393158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-mom.html' title='being a mom.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1fWD27pV3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B1DOAc2J-O8/s72-c/.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7408543330018139795</id><published>2010-01-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:16:07.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1aRhyB6QYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/15JgrWFSZmI/s1600-h/.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1aRhyB6QYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/15JgrWFSZmI/s400/.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428686410393207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good times" (think of it said like molly shanon on snl) is a phrase that i will forever love and use.  its just a great, general way of saying something...filling the space.  if there is ever a dull moment i know i can just say "good times" and get a laugh or two (at least on from myself).  so here are of few of the good times going on with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;private blog&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows i was anti but when a friend informed me that she had a stalker coming from my blog and then she noticed he (of course its a male :) was on my blog first and for a long time, i was officially creeped out.  i know that we are all guilty of stalking blogs...watching the former cheerleader from high school's blog b/c maybe she got fat or miserable, yadda, yadda, yadda...just kidding on that one, who's creepy now?  no seriously, there is not a single cheerleader from my high school who was bratty.  in fact many of them were my friends and some of the nicest people i know.  :)  back to the point, i thought it would be better to just go exclusive.  so if you are reading this your self-esteem just went up a few notches you are officially "backstage" or "vip"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kids are growing up so fast&lt;br /&gt;nolan...my baby...just got his first 2 teeth!! time is moving so fast and i feel like i am going crazy trying to keep up.  i am going to be posting more about the fam fam so please understand i'm not trying to brag, my kids are just awesome.  don't get depressed when you read about us, we're just so seriously blessed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;tv is pretty much my social life so i'm going to just give a little recap of shows i love.  old friends on tv and new ones i have made:&lt;br /&gt;modern family- by far my favorite new show.  its so refreshing.  seth and i have learned that no family is perfect and it is nice watching lovable disfunction.&lt;br /&gt;the bach-holy funny.  i love the cat fights, crazies and everything in between.  i do worry that i need to repent for hating vienna so bad.&lt;br /&gt;parks and rec-this show has really grown on me.  so proud of amy. ( i don't have to add her last name b/c we're friends like that)&lt;br /&gt;glee-love.  the writing is kind of weird but i love watching a show that makes me feel like i was pretty awesome in high school :)&lt;br /&gt;mad men-still keeps me thinking.  i think betty's new love is going to be a mess.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more but those would be my official tv bff's for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mom, thanks for reading my blog....&lt;br /&gt;merry january from the king fam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7408543330018139795?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7408543330018139795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7408543330018139795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7408543330018139795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7408543330018139795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-times.html' title='good times.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/S1aRhyB6QYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/15JgrWFSZmI/s72-c/.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-198695278178704471</id><published>2010-01-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:42:35.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>private</title><content type='html'>yes, the fateful day has come, i am too popular to keep this blog open to the public. i am going private. truthfully i am doing it b/c i hate writing and not knowing "who" is reading it, i feel like i am hindered by what i write. (basically there are people i want to make fun of and i want to make sure they aren't reading my blog*) so if you want an invite to the blog.com email me your email address.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lifeprints@gmail.com"&gt;lifeprints@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am totally kidding about making fun of people, i NEVER do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-198695278178704471?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/198695278178704471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=198695278178704471' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/198695278178704471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/198695278178704471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2010/01/private.html' title='private'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1881362916396678303</id><published>2009-10-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:01:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to dawn</title><content type='html'>no, its not your birthday, but i wanted to express how grateful i am for your friendship!  thank you for the 30 days of birthday (yes people, she has given me a present everyday for the past 30 days for my birthday!  everything from awesome choppers and cooking supplies to amazing bread, applesauce and cupcakes! )  you are an amazing example and i love you much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;-Determined, she helps EVERYONE until the job is done.  she makes goals and changes in her life and sticks     through to the end.  (I also wanted to write "Deseret Houswives" b/c she is funny, inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-AMAZING. i know that is a pretty generic adjective but she really is the most amazing person.  4 kids, 2 foster kids, 4+ pets, professor at the y, cook of the year...the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;-Willing. someone could call her at the 3 in the morning and she would do whatever was needed to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;-Natural.  she is such a "natural" at everything she does and tries.  she learns something and not only can do it but she can do it the best....&lt;br /&gt;i know how much you love being publicly thanked :) but thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;your friend you can't text,&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1881362916396678303?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1881362916396678303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1881362916396678303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1881362916396678303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1881362916396678303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-dawn.html' title='ode to dawn'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3992279246798825526</id><published>2009-08-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:20:51.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lds.org/Static%20Images/Newsroom/photo/Background%20Information/Leader/Quorum%20of%20the%20Twelve/Uchtdorf_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.lds.org/Static%20Images/Newsroom/photo/Background%20Information/Leader/Quorum%20of%20the%20Twelve/Uchtdorf_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;i mean this in the most unsacrelgious way but i just have to say it: Dieter Uchtdorf is a stunning man.  its not like i am day dreaming of him all day but let the record state that i do think he is handsome. when he walked into the room for the dedication my head said, "If I were a 50 + lds single i would have a crush."   please don't think i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;ang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3992279246798825526?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3992279246798825526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3992279246798825526' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3992279246798825526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3992279246798825526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/08/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1936188265416613545</id><published>2009-08-15T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:52:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone pal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.rogersbroadcasting.com/laynemitchell/files/2009/02/prank-call.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 247px;" src="http://blog.rogersbroadcasting.com/laynemitchell/files/2009/02/prank-call.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably after i have a baby i go through a little post-partum and i think i am going through it now.  You can put your phone down now i think i get it a little different than most people.  I don't think I get depressed, just unmotivated.  I become a hermit.  Anywho, feeling this way made me remember something from my childhood that was so funny.  in the cute town i grew up in there was a phone service kids could call if they were lonely or needed a friend.  it was called "phone pal".  isn't that a fun idea?  i can just see the marriage and family majors now cooking up this great idea..."i know we'll start a helpline in our apartment and we can take turns answering the phones helping kids out...we can count it as our internship and the ladies will be impressed with our kid skills."  little did they know that a girl from orem would monopolize their plan to "heal the world" one phone call at a time.  i had to have been about 10 or 11 and a friend told me about it.  you just called, told them your problem and they talked you through it.  I immediately went home and told my brother, Sam.  We then began calling all day with new scenarios.  "Our mom was at the grocery store and we were scared...A friend at school wouldn't talk to us anymore.., etc."  The "phone pal" would then tell us he was some kind of superhero and he would help us be brave or he would be our friend.  Sam and I would cover the phone and giggle and laugh.  It didn't take too long for them to catch on.  I remember running out of ideas and calling with the infamous "do you have breasts, this isn't kfc?" classic prank and getting an ear full.  It kind of ruined the fun when we realized we had crushed the dream of a well intended 21-year-old RM.  I guess I was kind of a little *&amp;amp;!@ for pulling such a prank but even at that age how could you not resist?  If karma is real I am sure this is why i suffered in High School with bad skin...i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;ps what ever happened to prank calling?  have the cell phones taken away this fun activity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1936188265416613545?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1936188265416613545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1936188265416613545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1936188265416613545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1936188265416613545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/08/phone-pal.html' title='phone pal'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-6400360220081948265</id><published>2009-07-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:35:21.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nolan Ronald Douglas King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocN0XgansI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-NaRbqsydb0/s1600-h/6133_94679844073_717819073_1906466_7454497_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocN0XgansI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-NaRbqsydb0/s320/6133_94679844073_717819073_1906466_7454497_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276273976942274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNwHaoolI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nODfvTQ2ldI/s1600-h/6133_94674504073_717819073_1906399_1111950_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNwHaoolI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nODfvTQ2ldI/s320/6133_94674504073_717819073_1906399_1111950_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276200938250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNsYYBDqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hmAdLKbMzGE/s1600-h/6133_94674489073_717819073_1906397_459137_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNsYYBDqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hmAdLKbMzGE/s320/6133_94674489073_717819073_1906397_459137_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276136771194530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNnru3c0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/14VNyRmefBU/s1600-h/6133_94674479073_717819073_1906396_1418549_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNnru3c0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/14VNyRmefBU/s320/6133_94674479073_717819073_1906396_1418549_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276056067961666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNhQfD2NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/-iZqwKVpdwM/s1600-h/5975_99143679073_717819073_1976294_5024199_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocNhQfD2NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/-iZqwKVpdwM/s320/5975_99143679073_717819073_1976294_5024199_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370275945674692818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan was born on June 29, 2009 and not to brag, but it was the best "birth" experience I have ever had.  My incredible mid-wife Lindsey Brienholt had just left for Greece and I had an appointment to see her partner Kat Miller.  I was 39 weeks and I felt "finished" and really wanted to ask to be induced but wanted it to be someone else's idea.  Thankfully Kat suggested it and asked if I wanted to go in a couple of days...or today?  Today please.  I walked over to the hospital, called Seth and told him to get my stuff and meet me and thus it began.  Everything happened pretty fast, I got my epidural before I felt any real pain and before I knew it they handed me little Nolan.  I think my face was totally shocked when I saw all of his hair.  Our babies don't have much hair so I was surprised to see him sporting black hair.  Seth and I think it was Ron's (Seth's dad) idea of a little joke to get one with his great dark hair. He weighed 7'11 and was 19 inches long.  I absolutely loved St. Mark's hospital.  It was the best hospital I have delivered at.  He is a really sweet baby and we are adjusting to him as best we can.  Sophie is having a hard time not being the baby and is always in his face saying "hey buddy...i sorry...i sorry..."  please bless nolan will not get hurt.  (btw "please bless" is one of my new favorite sayings...)  Needless to say having a newborn around always brings a special spirit in our home and I love it.  We have had so many people help, bring food, take the kids, etc...that it is absolutely overwhelming.  I'm so grateful and so in love with this brand new boy who I feel like I have known forever. &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-6400360220081948265?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/6400360220081948265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=6400360220081948265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6400360220081948265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6400360220081948265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/07/nolan-ronald-douglas-king.html' title='Nolan Ronald Douglas King'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SocN0XgansI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-NaRbqsydb0/s72-c/6133_94679844073_717819073_1906466_7454497_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-406124437908900026</id><published>2009-06-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:47:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great. photographer.</title><content type='html'>so sister abby is engaged and my friend shelby graciously accepted to take her engagement pictures.  can we just say "amazing".  abby and peter came up to my house thinking that their session would be canceled b/c it was rainy but shelby took them out anyway.  here's the scene: impromptu pictures+unplanned clothes/make-up+limited time (peter is a huge lakers fan and had to see the game)= INCREDIBLE pictures.  they could choose any of them and be totally happy.  shelby is brillant, brillant, brillant.  check them out and her blog  www.letter9photography.blogspot.com   i completely recommend.  she will be taking care of all the king family picture needs from here on out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  pregnancy news:  i measured small at my appointment.  let's clarify, my uterus measured small i am huge.  i had to go get an ultrasound and i measured big for my ultrasound.  33 weeks for my doctors measurement and 38 1/2 weeks for the ultrasound.  crazy.  they also took some more creepy/amazing 3-d pics and he looks a lot like carson but with tons of hair. i'll believe the hair when i see it.  wish me luck and patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-406124437908900026?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/406124437908900026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=406124437908900026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/406124437908900026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/406124437908900026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-photographer.html' title='great. photographer.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4743517855745812161</id><published>2009-05-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:46:24.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://remote.lohudblogs.com/files/2008/03/juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 441px; height: 640px;" src="http://remote.lohudblogs.com/files/2008/03/juliet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST-wtc was that?  at the ending i didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or just throw things at the television.  i usually love the "relationship" parts but i hated how they made all of the motivation b/c of "love".  stupid.  but you know i will be watching the last season faithfully.  can't give up now :).  ps-if i could be one character on "lost" it would be juliet, even with the mom jeans.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're Fired"-i got released from my church calling this week.  i was serving in the primary presidency and not to brag we have around 270 kids in our ward.  it was so crazy and amazing.  i really am going to miss it.  this is the first calling that i have been really bummed about being over.  i loved the kids, sundays, and especially the girls i served with.  dawn meehan gets mentioned in church every sunday for a reason....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENGAGEMENT-abby (my little sister) is engaged to peter fuller.  they are getting married at the end of July (just in time for my post pregnant hotness).  i am really excited for them, they are a cute couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THOUGHTS-i have been thinking a lot lately about how friends/people change throughout the course of life.  men especially.  i think men get to a certain age where the only way they feel they can compare themselves is success.  they can no longer compete in foot races so they sit around and talk about how "awesome" they are and how "awesome" their jobs are, etc.  i have always been that girl who didn't have a lot of girlfriends growing up....i just wasn't good at keeping/making friends (too much work) but now i totally prefer the way women interact with each other.  we aren't afraid to talk about the good and the bad.  its not that i prefer people who sit and talk about the crappy things in going on in their lives, i just like "real" thoughts and issues.  girl power!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAIR-my hair is currently brown, should i go blond again?  (natalie k. hill-i know what your answer is)...i promise i won't go too blonde, just a few highlights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years-i can't believe that may 22 marks my 10-year-anniversary!!!  thinking back to my "child bride" days it seems so long ago but then not really.  i am really lucky that i married the most awesome handsome human on the universe.  he has always given me whatever i want, what can i say, you should be jealous.  seth=perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang&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/32359970-4743517855745812161?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4743517855745812161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4743517855745812161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4743517855745812161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4743517855745812161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/05/lately.html' title='lately...'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2437697799621906250</id><published>2009-05-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:52:53.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sorry (to my 2 fans, including my mom)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SftCj3rI2wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RjXCu9c_3Q4/s1600-h/Bella%27s+Pictures+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330927767930854146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SftCj3rI2wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RjXCu9c_3Q4/s400/Bella%27s+Pictures+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the lack of posts lately. i really need to do it more often for so many reasons. i love to vent and it is good journal writing. i am officially 32 weeks pregnant and feeling large and special. i think my favorite thing about being pregnant is when my nose starts to spread out on my face..aka "swell". i hate yet again being "cliche" and complaining about pregnancy but that is the stage i am in so i might as well embrace it and whine it up. carson told me to not sit in a chair the other day because "you might break it". he was really sincere and concerned for the chair and me.&lt;br /&gt;enough prego talk i am so grateful that today is may 1 and no snow is on the ground. it is amazing what a little sunshine does for the soul. we have been really busy lately running our kids to dance and baseball games. i feel like seth and i are entering into the stage where we don't really see each other any more...kind of sad but i know we will look back and miss these days.&lt;br /&gt;amazing friend natalie k. hill is starring in miss saigon at pioneer theater. she is fabulous. she was kind enough to give seth and i tickets to a dress rehearsal and i recommend it to all. i will be attending again. (please note that it is a PG-13 musical).&lt;br /&gt;last but not least i was told the other day that someone thinks that seth and i think we are "too cool" to hang out with certain people. for reals people. part of me wants to write a big ol' post about why this is the stupidest thing i have ever heard, but mostly i can't believe people have time to analyze friends. wow. i guess this is where i socially fall short. as a married couple i think seth and i have kind of a "whatever" approach. if we can get together we get together with other couples, if not no big deal, we do a lot by ourselves. i absolutely LOVE our friends but our relationship comes first. i don't get offended if i'm not invited to so and so's party or outing, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps "lost" has lost me, even though i am waiting on the edge of my seat i really don't think the writers know where they are going and they are totally shooting from the hip. AND if i am matthew fox i hate the writers...his character is sooooooooooooo lame this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2437697799621906250?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2437697799621906250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2437697799621906250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2437697799621906250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2437697799621906250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-sorry-to-my-2-fans-including-my.html' title='i&apos;m so sorry (to my 2 fans, including my mom)...'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SftCj3rI2wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RjXCu9c_3Q4/s72-c/Bella%27s+Pictures+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-6788008248534500893</id><published>2009-02-26T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:01:55.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SacAPU78t_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/rNzNU00Jy8U/s1600-h/b025820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SacAPU78t_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/rNzNU00Jy8U/s320/b025820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307210949197608946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been forever! i have no excuses except for the fact that absolutely hate the months of january and february!!!! i hate snow and cold, makes me sad. i am back and i really miss venting my issues and telling all about my amazing children, as i am sure people are longing to read my words about my fabulous life. i thought i would just give a reader's digest version about what i have been doing/thinking lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the economy-i know that most people are sick of talking about this but my head is exploding thinking about it. right now it is almost sick how much i "enjoy" observing the history that is taking place (next year when i am living in a "hooverville" i will hate myself for saying that.) it is interesting to see the different reactions of people and evaluate all of the decisions being made. i think that President Obama is amazing to listen too. he is truly inspiring. let's all cross our fingers that his plan works for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we have been "off-track" with school the past 3 weeks. bella and carson just went back monday and i got more done that day than any other day in the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this is random but i have been thinking a lot about multi-level-marketing. when i was in new york natalie and i went to a "chocolate party" with the real housewives of nyc. it was fun to meet jill zahran and others but as we watched the video full of people from utah who are "super successful" with this particular company i wondered what makes utah so susceptible to this form of business...get rich quick? working from home?....truly believing in the product?...its hard to say although i fear that as we head deeper into this recession these kinds of businesses will thrive off those who are desperate. if the product is so awesome, sell it at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-isabella is major competitive. she had her first competition for dance last weekend and didn't get a first place but a second place for one of her team dances. to be honest i don't feel very competitive at these events but bella is intense. i am proud of her but see so much of her dad in her as she prepares to "win it all" at the next one. (ps, can't say enough about bella's studio...they just know how to run a well-rounded fantastic studio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we are having a boy!!! little hans william is due to arrive on July 5 if all goes well. i feel like i am getting huge! okay, i don't just feel, i AM getting huge. i just can't stop eating and every morning i wake up and bella laughs and tells me i am bigger...i guess i just expected this pregnancy to be like sophia's (i only gained 17 lbs, but don't be jealous, i never lost it)...not so. i am terrified of the scales for my appointment next week. overall, i am just hopeful that everything will go okay and thrilled that carson will have a little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i participated in a scholarship concert for my high school drama teacher and friend, syd riggs this month. it was a great experience...so much fun to see old friends and new ones to celebrate this fabulous woman and raise some cash. it was eye opening to be one of the "older" people in the cast....wearing the little red costume pregnant and having the cinderella be 7 years younger than me also really made me stretch my rusty acting chops...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lost-i am totally in suspense with all the craziness on this show. i have also been looking at "nerd" websites reading different theories. its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo by the incredible nicole hill gerulat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-6788008248534500893?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/6788008248534500893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=6788008248534500893' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6788008248534500893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6788008248534500893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-forever-i-have-no-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SacAPU78t_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/rNzNU00Jy8U/s72-c/b025820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1189270021132281521</id><published>2009-01-23T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:52:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams do come true....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI05l4qxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o3BBdiJEn7s/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624385577560850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI05l4qxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o3BBdiJEn7s/s320/005.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/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI0jBb0sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3UEcv9mnWN4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624379519095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI0jBb0sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/3UEcv9mnWN4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today all of seth's dreams came true when for career day carson decided he wanted to be a professional baseball player (for the cubs of course). carson dressed up and you could tell that he felt so cool in his authentic uniform (or as my mom would say "costume" :). i have to admit that i am really proud of seth because he has never "forced" baseball on carson. this has been a silent worry for me from the day we found out we were having a boy. i was worried that seth would put a baseball in his hand the day he was born and so on....seth has been great at letting carson decide what he likes even though i know he has had some hard moments as carson would play dinosaurs or with stuffed animals instead of playing catch but now as carson is older and choosing on his own to like sports it is great.....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI1U-WZFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S65iYVJM80o/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624392927929426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI1U-WZFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S65iYVJM80o/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;isabella chose to be a "broadway star". "oh boy" is all i have to say. i love her boots, or should i say my boots...this is you natalie. :) i haven't pushed theater/performing on bella by choice and it still happens...she loves it. i love to watch her dance...i cry every time, i don't know if it is because i am just inspired by her movement or if it is that i know she will have some tough choices to make in the future....&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;and in completely unrelated news go see "the curious case of benjamin button". never has a movie been so inspiring to me. absolutely beautiful movie (and not just because of forever crush brad pitt). so many quotes...so many lessons...breathtaking cinematography, off the hook special effects, great acting...best movie of the year. i know a lot of critics have been really cynical about this film and i don't know why. it was brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.....favorite quote:&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;"For what it's worth, it's never too late, or in my case too early - to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change, or stay the same - there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.washingtontimes.com/media/img/photos/2008/12/24/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg?0babd24c675f3097b9d1ff106ec8653055db7939"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.washingtontimes.com/media/img/photos/2008/12/24/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg?0babd24c675f3097b9d1ff106ec8653055db7939" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1189270021132281521?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1189270021132281521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1189270021132281521' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1189270021132281521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1189270021132281521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='dreams do come true....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SXpI05l4qxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o3BBdiJEn7s/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5923490076725244608</id><published>2009-01-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:42:36.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUFj2yvuII/AAAAAAAAAXE/WrxTNBTksbI/s1600-h/Kingfamily1card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288639450978433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUFj2yvuII/AAAAAAAAAXE/WrxTNBTksbI/s320/Kingfamily1card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am almost 15 weeks pregnant! hooray! i am due on carson's birthday and i am finally feeling better. (i will still accept meals :) kidding. kind of. i have been really bad at posting lately due to lack of time, feeling sick, and being apathetic. to stop the madness i thought i would post some new year's goals....5-6-7-8-music! (i love syd riggs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. back to basics with religious stuff: prayers morning and night, scriptures daily, church weekly, temple bi-monthly, visiting teaching 100%.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. exercise? (the question mark represents that it won't seriously happen until after childbirth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. less cynicism. surprise surprise i can be too cynical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. read books out loud with kids more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. go on dates with husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. get out of debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. eat healthier and feed my family healthier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. slow down the drama (if you know me, you know what i mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. be better with homework with kids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. plant and HARVEST a garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.finish what i start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. be a Christlike example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you all had a great holiday season and in case you failed to receive our card, well today is your lucky day.  (see picture above...that was our card)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang&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/32359970-5923490076725244608?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5923490076725244608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5923490076725244608' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5923490076725244608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5923490076725244608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise.html' title='surprise!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUFj2yvuII/AAAAAAAAAXE/WrxTNBTksbI/s72-c/Kingfamily1card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1152735998057387319</id><published>2009-01-07T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:30:15.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new york, new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt; i had the amazing opportunity to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; in her element (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;broadway&lt;/span&gt; and the isle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;manhattan&lt;/span&gt;). my husband put me on a plane by myself (thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt;!) and i spent 5 glorious days seeing the city and spending time with miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt;. i can't even describe in words the fun we had but thought i would make a list of top moments/memories:&lt;br /&gt;1. getting a gypsy cab driver (oops!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. being greeted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nat's&lt;/span&gt; doorman (so fancy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. sitting by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; idol alum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mandessa&lt;/span&gt; during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nat's&lt;/span&gt; show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. going backstage at said show and meeting my favorite and total star of the show-NATALIE HILL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. staying up way past my bedtime talking and laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. arranging a set up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; whilst she was talking to her boyfriend (oops, again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. infamous lyrical text messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. seeing all the sights you see in pictures in "real life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. eating (um, yeah, we did A LOT of that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. jersey boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. and finally....just hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt;. it was so great to spend time with my little friend i have known since elementary school. you can tell true friendship when you can just pick up where you left off. i have never been so proud as when she made her first entrance on stage. i never thought i would cry in "grease". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCUtgCjsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VyP7T-YUo4c/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635892251135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCUtgCjsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VyP7T-YUo4c/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCTjRa36I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D96AfX-PKKo/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635872325590946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCTjRa36I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D96AfX-PKKo/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCTIvTaLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1bL5dWpKUFg/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635865203173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCTIvTaLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1bL5dWpKUFg/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUB7Vm4VxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6MW3ziNVtew/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635456340645650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUB7Vm4VxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6MW3ziNVtew/s320/094.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/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUBp19lqEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YuhH77bI84I/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635155788179522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUBp19lqEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YuhH77bI84I/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/32359970-1152735998057387319?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1152735998057387319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1152735998057387319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1152735998057387319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1152735998057387319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-new-york.html' title='new york, new york'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SWUCUtgCjsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VyP7T-YUo4c/s72-c/113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5775915459930082003</id><published>2008-12-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:11:23.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this cute or scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/ST1xKmiB6WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/r4xeVMeGN2w/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498765303998818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/ST1xKmiB6WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/r4xeVMeGN2w/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sophia had a pretend gun the other day (maybe that is the problem, why do we have pretend guns, seth?) and she pointed it at carson's head and said, "you're gonna die freak." worse than what she said i immediately called seth to tell him how cute and funny our 3-year-old is. as i contemplated the exchange i realized that maybe i am the problem. i shouldn't think that is funny. i should wash her mouth out with soap, but instead i laugh, call dad, and give her a hug and a cookie. i then go to my room, smile on my face, and write a journal entry about it. i can't help it even now as i think about it i am smiling and laughing. in a few years i will be writing a post about how adorable it is that she is swearing all the time. :) just kidding. (but not about the gun part.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps does anyone want to schedule a playdate with sophie?&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/32359970-5775915459930082003?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5775915459930082003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5775915459930082003' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5775915459930082003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5775915459930082003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-cute-or-scary.html' title='is this cute or scary?'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/ST1xKmiB6WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/r4xeVMeGN2w/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8161037831312259456</id><published>2008-11-24T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:52:45.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>talkin' sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/STR4cbDWmPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B6nA4SlOQ4U/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274973493251184882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/STR4cbDWmPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B6nA4SlOQ4U/s320/181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 (proof that i attend athletic events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew up in the uc and i am proud of the mormon culture that i was raised in. i think a lot of people get embarrassed that they are from utah but i think it is great. i love utah, jello salad, family reunions, byu, all that goes with being raised mormon. i have the tysmen rap memorized..."d.d.d.detmer...no drugs alcohol or even caffeine they say it so straight, do you have any fun, yeah, we beat a number one team on television...oh hungowa byu's got ty power!" not ashamed at all. i think it is funny when people say they will never live in utah again. i like to classify those people with the people who say they will never drive a mini van. give it up already...you are in your thirities, getting fat, have lots of kids...you are no longer cool. you are never going to take your ride with carseats to your high school parking lot. i started thinking about all of this the weekend of the big football game. anyone that knows me should know that sports aren't really my thing. on a side note- i kind of feel bad that someone so athletic married me. i remember in the beginning of our marriage trying to play catch together. seth would tell me to "stop pretending" but sadly i was giving it my all. (thank goodness we have kids that can catch and hit a ball). as the big utah/byu game approached i enjoyed listening to all the "smack" talk. i don't participate (i couldn't name a single player on either team, max hall?) but i LOVE to listen. i think it is funny to hear the arguing and emotion that goes on with this "big" game. during our brief stint living out of state i realized that almost every mormon was a huge Y fan. they would drive all night to the games and order special cable channels. i recently recalled this as i realized that there are so many U fans from the great county of utah. i kind of think it is a "rebellion" thing for we utah county kids. i remember telling my parents in heated argument as a teenager that i wanted to go to the U. it was a real kicker for my cougar blue posting father. i'm not saying there aren't some true U fans from the uc but lets face it a lot of them are just trying to piss off their parents, right? i guess the same goes for salt lake county residents. they are mostly ute fans and it is kind of interesting when someone from "up north" likes the cougs. they must have had big time zoobie parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it "talkin' sports with angie. the cougs lost right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8161037831312259456?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8161037831312259456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8161037831312259456' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8161037831312259456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8161037831312259456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/11/talkin-sports.html' title='talkin&apos; sports'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/STR4cbDWmPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B6nA4SlOQ4U/s72-c/181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7906598620788872637</id><published>2008-11-07T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:37:25.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>private</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SRTDD5HmB_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wCKbGkHkudk/s1600-h/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048335942649842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SRTDD5HmB_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wCKbGkHkudk/s320/269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, i'm not going private, i'm too desperate for comments aka friends BUT i have to vent about the whole "private blog" thing. private blogger friends...don't stop reading and comment already about how it is better, i totally hear you. i don't have anything against private blogs and i understand that if you have a stalker or your kids are too cute they will be kidnapped the instant someone sees their picture...i totally understand. my beef is the message that you get when you try to log on to a private blog w/o and invite.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This blog is open to invited readers only. It doesn't look like you have been invited to read this blog. If you think this is a mistake, you might want to contact the blog author and request an invitation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it just me or does this read kind of snotty? every time i read it the voice in my head is some high school cheerleader with a pretend concerned face and then after she reads it she looks at her friends and laughs. i know that google tries to have a "user-friendly" voice, but this is ridiculous. it might as well say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"um, yeah, it looks like your not on the list for this party, do you even know this person? seriously."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't know that google used former teen movie screenwriters for their prompt writing. its either that or i have some deep rooted issue with not being invited to things. i must have had some traumatic event happen in my life that causes me to take such offense, wait, i know what it was-high school. all of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it was more like junior high. if i go to hell it will be canyon view junior high everyday. i will wake up every morning discover zits on my forehead, cut bangs too short, slick them back with gel and then they will stick up for the rest of the day. i will then go to the after school dance and get asked to dance by some guy who shakes the whole time and leaves sweat marks on my waist from his nervous hands. my elementary friends will start ignoring me and i will pretend to have mono so i can go home for lunch everyday because i have no one to sit by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my goodness, that last paragraph came so fast, i guess i really do have issues with not being invited. faking mono is hard. don't make me do it again private bloggers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps all in good fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pps YES WE CAN!!!!!!!&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/32359970-7906598620788872637?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7906598620788872637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7906598620788872637' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7906598620788872637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7906598620788872637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/11/private.html' title='private'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SRTDD5HmB_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wCKbGkHkudk/s72-c/269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1600144220523193770</id><published>2008-10-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:32:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a request....</title><content type='html'>dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would compose a list of things you are required to tell me.  i promise to not take offense and will only love you more.&lt;br /&gt;1.  hanging booger-  if i have any kind of substance dangling from my nose region tell me.  you don't have to be subtle and wipe your own nose, just say "angie, there is a booger hanging out of your nose".  i will be honest here and say i can't look at a person and take them seriously if they have a hanger.  it can even be dead skin and i lose focus.&lt;br /&gt;2.  white zit-i pretty much don't even care if you reach over and pop it.  there is nothing worse than coming home from some event with a big white zit on my face knowing that it has been staring its big white eye at everyone all day.&lt;br /&gt;3.  unzipped zipper-the other day i was out in our neighborhood greencourt (we share front yards here) with an unzipped zipper.  no one told me!   c'mon neighbors!  i WANT you to be my friends and show me some help.  i was totally putting my hands in my pockets exposing my underthings to little children! &lt;br /&gt;that is all for now.  friends don't let friends have hangers, white zits, or open flies. &lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1600144220523193770?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1600144220523193770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1600144220523193770' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1600144220523193770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1600144220523193770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/10/request.html' title='a request....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8719792881158375265</id><published>2008-10-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:12:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aunt lynda...</title><content type='html'>i remember the first time i met lynda clyde. it was in my parents basement. uncle bill brought her to meet the whole family and we all just sat there and stared at her. we were mostly in shock because it was the first girl bill had ever dared introduce to us and abby (my little sister) had just told her she knew her from heaven and that she had a fat face. to avoid any more awkwardness bill made a smart move and took my brother, sisters, and i on a hike. we hiked to the top of bridal veil falls and as we sat there looking at the beautiful scene lynda asked us to make a memory. to memorize the moment and never forget it my 10-year-old self thought that i had just met the coolest girl in the world. truth was, i did.&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad my uncle married lynda. what a great choice. when they married i was only 10. she was always so great to me and being the oldest in my family she became like a big sister. after getting married and having my own kids i only admire her more. i love visiting her in monticello. if she isn't running 5 miles, teaching pilates, volunteering at the school, or helping her kids she is spoiling me by making my favorite chocolate chip cookies actually she does all of it at the same time. we like to call her the "crack" mom because she is amazing at doing it all. i love our sloth days. i will go down during the year and we will rent movies and do nothing. actually, i am the one that does nothing and she "pretends" to do nothing. i love visiting with her on the phone. she is a history major and i love our discussions. even though our ideas sometimes differ on things she respects my opinion and we don't get hung up on our differences. i always hang up the phone truly enlightened and feeling a little smarter. she always gives me the best book recommendations and i love to discuss them with her. she is so passionate about everything.&lt;br /&gt;she also has such a great relationship with my uncle.  they are best friends...truly a john and abigal. &lt;br /&gt;lynda, i don't know if you read my blog but if you do i just want to thank you for being such a great aunt/friend. you have always been there for me and i am forever indebted to your friendship and auntship. i think abby was right, we did know you from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;ps she also introduced me to arrested development....&lt;br /&gt;pps bill isn't so bad either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260582657900096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SQFYDju3KqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZbTG_UwKHPQ/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is a picture of us on the 24th this year.  lynda is in the black and i am wearing the hat (note to self, you don't look good in hats...)  isabella and millie (lynda's daughter) are dressed as pioneers (not polygamists)  because lynda baked them 5 batches of cookies to sell to people at the parade.  mother of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8719792881158375265?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8719792881158375265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8719792881158375265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8719792881158375265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8719792881158375265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/10/aunt-lynda.html' title='aunt lynda...'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SQFYDju3KqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZbTG_UwKHPQ/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-467345006674271445</id><published>2008-10-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:10:39.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self-employed and it feels so good.</title><content type='html'>seth has finally decided to bite the bullet and do his own thing. this has been a long time coming. he will be doing all things construction (he can finish a basement, build a house, etc) and specialize in woodwork (finish work and cabinets), and building custom furniture. (you can see examples in the post below) he has started a blog www.kingbrotherswoodwork.blogspot.com and it will highlight a lot of his projects. i am so excited for him. he is so good at what he does. we just did some wainscot in our home and i couldn't handle how big of a perfectionist he is (you mean you don't just glob the putty on the nail holes?)-it really is a good thing. my house is absolutely beautiful right now and it is all do to his artistic talent. so feel free to hire him, refer him, put a link on your blog whatever...i will even throw in a free dinner if you hire or refer him, for seriousness (a treat for linking:)&lt;br /&gt;check out the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kingbrotherswoodwork.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps this is one of my favorite projects he has ever done...he used the existing cabinets (they were that 90's light pink washed wood) and built new doors. he also did the trim work, built the island, built the handrail and installed the floor. i will post the "before" pics when i find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPf0BSbIJWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/r6mHeih-T8g/s1600-h/SS,_Eagle,_Novell_(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPf0BSbIJWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/r6mHeih-T8g/s320/SS,_Eagle,_Novell_(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257939392941008226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPf0Bm_ypKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vZuVYJbw6yI/s1600-h/SS,_Eagle,_Novell_(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPf0Bm_ypKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vZuVYJbw6yI/s320/SS,_Eagle,_Novell_(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257939398463497378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-467345006674271445?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/467345006674271445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=467345006674271445' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/467345006674271445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/467345006674271445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-employed-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='self-employed and it feels so good.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPf0BSbIJWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/r6mHeih-T8g/s72-c/SS,_Eagle,_Novell_(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3769423651594097711</id><published>2008-10-15T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:18:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQDsL7a6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sr7Q6JOQ5Fg/s1600-h/352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQDsL7a6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sr7Q6JOQ5Fg/s200/352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257477639332653986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQD3GrkzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QzBARiczbnw/s1600-h/351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQD3GrkzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QzBARiczbnw/s200/351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257477642263434034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQED6KlvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f8dpn5kv4jQ/s1600-h/354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQED6KlvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f8dpn5kv4jQ/s200/354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257477645700601586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQEQ1DC9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xnh1P2D4wfo/s1600-h/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQEQ1DC9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xnh1P2D4wfo/s200/348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257477649168796626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3769423651594097711?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3769423651594097711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3769423651594097711' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3769423651594097711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3769423651594097711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SPZQDsL7a6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/sr7Q6JOQ5Fg/s72-c/352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4550686562087664247</id><published>2008-10-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:43:21.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/06/cuar01a_madmen0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/06/cuar01a_madmen0806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad men.  &lt;br /&gt;i love it.  do i suggest you go and watch it?  absolutely not.  you will no longer think that i am a wholesome person.  it is definately pg-13-,people and full of sneaky, lying, adulturous characters and yet i am obsessed.  what does this say about me?  everything from the costumes, sets, actors down to the haunting dialogue and script-is hands down perfect.  i feel like i am watching a play on television, if that makes sense.  the first "real" play i ever saw was at BYU, i remembered making a connection later that plays don't have to "all tie up" like movies do.  they leave you thinking, emotionally connected to actors you shouldn't even like or care about.  i think these elements have become more alive in film now than they ever have been and now to see it on tv is a joy.  if you do decide to give in and watch it know that you have to keep watching to truly understand the whole concept and feel of the series.  you will either love it or hate it....it will drive you mad!!!!!(that had to happen, you know it, it was either that or "i'm mad about mad men.")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackcat.com/mhatz/albums/The-Flubs/cubs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.blackcat.com/mhatz/albums/The-Flubs/cubs6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cubs&lt;br /&gt;so the cubs lost.  i told seth that he just better realize that the cubs are never going to make it to the world series.  they mentally can't get past the curse.  he hates it when i talk sports.  i sometimes purposly do it just to make him mad.  because i love him to be a mad man. :)  (it was too easy)  no really, the cubs are never going to win, the end.  like snl obama said, just pick a different team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carson and the bee&lt;br /&gt;carson came home from school yesterday with a big movie sized box of sour skittles.  seth asked him who gave him that and he shrugged and said, "i won the first grade spelling bee".  i didn't really beleive him so i called his teacher and sure enough he was telling the truth.  he won on the word, "secret".  needless to say we are super proud of him and are starting to practice for the national spelling bee...okay the last part is a lie but maybe we should put him in a school for kids who read good.  he could be this kid someday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sayhey.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/mn_spelling_bee03_cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://sayhey.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/mn_spelling_bee03_cr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all can dream can't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4550686562087664247?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4550686562087664247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4550686562087664247' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4550686562087664247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4550686562087664247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/10/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8969277188754986474</id><published>2008-09-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:22:37.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angie is wondering if she should still be on facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SOFjIHIZVsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZl9jniU210/s1600-h/100_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SOFjIHIZVsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZl9jniU210/s200/100_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251587631495075522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(should i make this my profile pic? i think abby and i look hot.  and that's the point of the profile picture, right?) &lt;br /&gt;my name is angie king and i joined facebook 6 months ago.  is it weird that i am kind of embarrassed about that?  is "facebook" just a euphemism of "myspace"?  when people ask me about facebook i say that it is the classy version of myspace, at least it makes me feel better inside.  i say i joined because i wanted to stalk my brother and sisters.  sam was dating some girl at the time and my mom wanted to spy on them by reading their "walls".  a wall (for you non-facebookers) is on your home page and people write witty comments to you.  it kind is obnoxious sometimes as it reminds of when people talk really loud on their cell phones in public places so you know how funny/cool their life is....for example: "I haven't seen you since High School?  How's life?  My husband is a Lawyer now and we just bought our first home, took our kids to Disneyland, and after went straight to Hawaii, we are busy!"  the wall seems either braggy or just tons of inside jokes between people BUT like graffiti on a "wall" it is amazingly fun to read what people say to each other.  seth joined soon after me and a competition to see who has the most friends began.  i would like to announce that i am winning!  i have 10 more friends than seth.  take that husband!  i am more popular than you!  facebook proves it!  the feature that most confuses me is the "poke" feature.  you can "poke" any of your friends.  what the hell does that mean?  i don't know about you guys but i saw the musical les miserables when i  was 12 and that word is used and i had a long and uncomfortable talk with my parents about it.  let's hope the young kids now days don't know the "les mis" meaning.  overall facebook has been a fun experience.  i have reconnected with lots of high school friends and get to see how they are doing on a daily basis...on everyone's profile it will say "Angie______" and you fill in the blank with something like, "Angie is so happy she finished 3 loads of laundry!"  that might not be the coolest thing to say but its just an example.  I love it when people say, "Jane is really needing to loose 10 pounds!"  then "jane" gets lots of notes on her wall telling her how skinny she is.  it is a great thing to do if you need to boost your self-esteem.  my favorite facebook moment however though was receiving a personal message (not on my wall) from a friend i hadn't talked to in awhile telling me she didn't want to be my friend anymore because i am not very supportive.  i wrote her an apology and haven't heard back...does that mean she isn't my friend anymore?  should i take her off my friend list?  i am still on hers...oh what to do?  facebook drama begins.  angie is thinking she didn't sign up for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps the synder family (travis) wrote a great post about profile pictures about a year ago...i would link to it but lack the skills.&lt;br /&gt;pps is my new name to cheesy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8969277188754986474?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8969277188754986474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8969277188754986474' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8969277188754986474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8969277188754986474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/09/facebook-fun.html' title='angie is wondering if she should still be on facebook'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SOFjIHIZVsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZl9jniU210/s72-c/100_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7840533216771934607</id><published>2008-09-15T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:41:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bosom friends</title><content type='html'>"Kindred Spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. Its splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world." Anne, Anne of Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afterellen.com/archive/ellen/blog/uploads/tina_fey_glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.afterellen.com/archive/ellen/blog/uploads/tina_fey_glasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw sarah pallin i knew that tina fey would do something about it.  why did i know?  because we are kindred spirits.  best friends who don't know each other, if you will.  i am sure upon our meeting that we would be instant friends with inside jokes and all.  she wouldn't see me as a crazed fan but a peer to hang out with, gnos, comments on each others blogs, we would be besties (that's the cool new way to say best friends).  she would bounce writing ideas off me, use some of mine-the whole nine yards.  i think that is why she hangs out so much with amy poehler her subconscious is looking for me (amy and i look alike according to some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chicagoimprovfestival.org/web/images/amypoehler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.chicagoimprovfestival.org/web/images/amypoehler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;oh tina-thanks for being funny.  the opening snl skit was funny with a capital f, even though i don't capitalize.  please watch it my friends, support tina's work.  republican and democrat can all join hands and unite in laughter at the sheer brilliance of it.  thanks bff.&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7840533216771934607?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7840533216771934607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7840533216771934607' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7840533216771934607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7840533216771934607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/09/bosom-friends.html' title='bosom friends'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4808087306803360119</id><published>2008-09-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:20:36.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tinkerbella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SMg6HSAFf8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9LscjOgVzo/s1600-h/100_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SMg6HSAFf8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9LscjOgVzo/s200/100_0580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244505662838636482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just found out that isabella has been cast as tinkerbell in our community theater's production of "Peter Pan"!!!  she couldn't be more excited and neither can i.  stage moms rule!&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4808087306803360119?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4808087306803360119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4808087306803360119' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4808087306803360119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4808087306803360119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/09/tinkerbella.html' title='tinkerbella'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SMg6HSAFf8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9LscjOgVzo/s72-c/100_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-757773423743832889</id><published>2008-09-03T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:23:08.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NRQmNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q-XzwHdjrXM/s1600-h/100_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NRQmNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q-XzwHdjrXM/s200/100_0626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923081446713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NSG81YxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0iPQDnBWhhg/s1600-h/100_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NSG81YxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0iPQDnBWhhg/s200/100_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923096037122834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NSm5_bnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fZ5CUPX7c3A/s1600-h/100_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NSm5_bnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fZ5CUPX7c3A/s200/100_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923104615132786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning: do not read if you get jealous easily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband,&lt;br /&gt;today is your birthday and here is your tribute.  this is a custom on blogger to write a lengthy tribute to your spouse on their birthday.  when my friends "tribute" their signifigant others i usually stop reading at about this point (sorry friends) and write some lame comment like, "you guys were meant 2 B" or what not.  the rest of this post is most likely for "our eyes only", i wish to say that romantically but i think reading about others personal lives can sometimes be boring.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the good times. last week you took me to chicago and we had a blast.  sitting at the cubs game became an emotional experience for me.  it was so great watching you watch the sport you love.    wrigley field is amazing with its nostalgic feel.  you are like wrigley to me, you only get better as you get older and we experience life together.  &lt;br /&gt;thank you for embracing my quirks.  &lt;br /&gt;thank you for being patient.  life started really fast for us and you rolled up your sleeves and made it work.  you are the best dad in the world and i love that our kids jump up and down when you get home.  &lt;br /&gt;thank you for laughing at my jokes and making me laugh.  i know that i am not really that funny but you make me feel like i am.  you laugh at the michael phelps joke everytime i tell it, even though you don't think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being handsome.  i married for looks, its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being creative.  not every woman can say that 99% of her furniture is built by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;i love you...have a fan-tabulous birthday.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-757773423743832889?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/757773423743832889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=757773423743832889' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/757773423743832889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/757773423743832889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-husband.html' title='happy birthday husband'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SL8NRQmNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Q-XzwHdjrXM/s72-c/100_0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8450127325846592072</id><published>2008-08-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:02:47.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am cliche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailycartoonist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/cathy-as-featured-on-30-rock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://dailycartoonist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/cathy-as-featured-on-30-rock.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliche (from French, pronounced [klɪ'ʃe]) is a phrase, expression, or idea that has been overused to the point of losing its intended force or novelty, especially when at some time it was considered distinctively forceful or novel. The term is most likely to be used in a negative context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized lately that i am cliche.  this is something i have never wanted to be but i have realized that i can't help it, it is who i am.  i am generic and there is nothing i can do about it!  am i upset? no.  surprised?  kind of.  do i feel bad when i read cathy cartoons and relate?  yes.  do i feel bad when i laugh at the cathy cartoons?  no, just embarrassed.  i notice it the most when i fill out a "tag" or "getting to know you" form.  i know you are trying to defend me thinking, i can't be friends with someone so bland, but its true.  my name is angela king and i am just like everyone in the world.  here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1.  i like chocolate (just like "the cath")&lt;br /&gt;2.  i like shopping&lt;br /&gt;3.  i like chic flicks&lt;br /&gt;4.  i like edward&lt;br /&gt;5.  i have a blog&lt;br /&gt;6.  i want my house to look like pottery barn&lt;br /&gt;7.  i want to be skinny&lt;br /&gt;8.  i hate working out &lt;br /&gt;9.  my hobbies include going to movies...and?&lt;br /&gt;10. i have been watching the Olympics non stop&lt;br /&gt;11. i wish i could shop exclusively at anthro.&lt;br /&gt;12. i shop exclusively at target.&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on.  what can i do to change it?  nothing.  why would i feel bad that i am just like everybody else?  everybody else is awesome.  so i WILL eat chocolate, i WILL have a blog, i WILL shop at target and i WILL be cliche.  i don't think there is anything "negative" about it.  it just means i have good taste, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8450127325846592072?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8450127325846592072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8450127325846592072' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8450127325846592072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8450127325846592072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-cliche.html' title='i am cliche.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3486619337209968829</id><published>2008-08-04T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:52:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heidi snyder is a photography genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZMH7OGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XeWZ50Q_H54/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZMH7OGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XeWZ50Q_H54/s200/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876424360638562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZdGPidI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cYc5Urg_Hgg/s1600-h/IMG_2388_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZdGPidI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cYc5Urg_Hgg/s200/IMG_2388_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876428916984274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZiPQDgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TMji04JNH2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZiPQDgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TMji04JNH2Y/s200/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876430296944130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZ12ld9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/6bTeP5CofZg/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZ12ld9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/6bTeP5CofZg/s200/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876435562198994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOaHe1VOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/I6eStny7hlc/s1600-h/IMG_2413-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOaHe1VOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/I6eStny7hlc/s200/IMG_2413-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876440294413538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear heidi,&lt;br /&gt;you should be a professional.  i can't beleive how great these pictures are.  my kids had just been swimming, not bathed, looked homeless and you get shots like these.  i know i have mom goggles, but seriously...you have talent!  don't be surprised when i show up at your house in the next little while with my kids all dressed up.  &lt;br /&gt;you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3486619337209968829?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3486619337209968829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3486619337209968829' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3486619337209968829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3486619337209968829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/08/heidi-snyder-is-photography-genius.html' title='heidi snyder is a photography genius'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SJfOZMH7OGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XeWZ50Q_H54/s72-c/IMG_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-9067853317852040254</id><published>2008-08-01T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:13:24.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/ChristianBale1-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/ChristianBale1-350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i know a big burning question a lot of us have floating in our minds is, "why would our dear christian bale hurt his mother* the circus performer?"  well i think it is time for me to confess.  let's rewind in time to 3 years ago.  i was 6 months-ish pregnant and we were in london (because we are world travelers like that and that's how we roll) and we had just finished visiting st. pauls cathedral.  janice (seth's mom) had given us a rousing rendition of "feed the birds" and we were walking to the tube station.  we were walking through an empty courtyard when there all in black i saw him.  christian (yes, bale) was sitting on a bench in the center of the courtyard wearing a black trench coat and dark suit.  he was in town because it was the premiere weekend for "batman begins".  his eyes were dark and cold and i wanted to run and get his autograph and picture but he looked at me as if to say, "the attention it would draw would be too much for me now".  now i know that isn't what he meant.  i think the reason he is so frustrated with life is because he cannot forget me.  i just want to publicly apologize to christian for the memory of me that has been tormenting him through these past 3 years.  i have read how it has affected him on set and with his personal life.  christian, if you are reading this please know that i think you are a phenomenal actor and extremely handsome but i LOVE my husband and children.  you will never be seth.  please understand and stop the anger.  serenity now, my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i do not condone violence in anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-9067853317852040254?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/9067853317852040254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=9067853317852040254' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9067853317852040254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9067853317852040254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/08/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3341390436663542819</id><published>2008-07-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:55:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for commenting</title><content type='html'>i admit, i love comments from my peeps.  it makes me feel good.  as a reward anyone who commented on my last post is going to receive a free angie's celeb look-alike.  calm down.  i know...totally exciting.  if you know me i am always matching people to stars they look like.  please don't be offended, i don't have a single friend who isn't absolutely gorgeous and way prettier than the real stars.  this is just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lramey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resimland.net/data/media/404/cameron_diaz_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.resimland.net/data/media/404/cameron_diaz_46.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 years ago version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shireen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stormmodels.com/images_models/2932/Alessandra_Ambrosio_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.stormmodels.com/images_models/2932/Alessandra_Ambrosio_74.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mags (there are 3 for you)&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocregister.com/newsimages/entertainment/2007/08/15realoc2_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.ocregister.com/newsimages/entertainment/2007/08/15realoc2_side.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't watch the mtv-allie stockton from newport beach, the real oc.  it was uncanny.  i drove seth nuts asking him to watch and tell me if he thought she looked like mags.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;i can't find this one but it is another mtv reference....it is the contestant "lauren" from "the search for elle woods".  abby  &lt;br /&gt;agrees with this one.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/12/08-15/katie-holmes-in-style-photo-blue-smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/12/08-15/katie-holmes-in-style-photo-blue-smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is because your husband is so much like tom. i get them confused all the time.  their personalities are so much alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/actress/nicole-kidman/pictures/nicole-kidman-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/actress/nicole-kidman/pictures/nicole-kidman-picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identical twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webwombat.com.au/entertainment/movies/images/mi3-int-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.webwombat.com.au/entertainment/movies/images/mi3-int-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she's tom cruise's wife in mission impossible 3)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spirited 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/03/01-07/julianne-moore-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/03/01-07/julianne-moore-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's even wearing your outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aolcdn.com/tvgalleries/cat-deeley-300a120707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/tvgalleries/cat-deeley-300a120707.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/katherineheigl/katherine_heigl300b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/katherineheigl/katherine_heigl300b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/lauren_conrad-cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/lauren_conrad-cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i watch the hills i feel like katie has a secret life.  i'm telling sean about brody.  enough lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/243422~Elle-Macpherson-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/243422~Elle-Macpherson-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad you have better taste in husbands :)  seal is talented, but seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brightstarlights.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/011206_rachel_mcadams300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://brightstarlights.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/011206_rachel_mcadams300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you please do your hair like this for the big parade on the 24th? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;california roneys'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freakingnews.com/web/media/68/Meg-Ryan-Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.freakingnews.com/web/media/68/Meg-Ryan-Original.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/isla-fisher/pictures/isla-fisher-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/isla-fisher/pictures/isla-fisher-picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just put a picture of you because you are a famous actress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seth-he didn't comment, but he SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galleries.lycos.co.uk/d/17923-3/mark-wahlberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://galleries.lycos.co.uk/d/17923-3/mark-wahlberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.  sorry that i published before i was finished those of you with google reader....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3341390436663542819?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3341390436663542819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3341390436663542819' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3341390436663542819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3341390436663542819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-for-commenting.html' title='thank you for commenting'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4447664662945730577</id><published>2008-07-01T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:10:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons i'm not as cool as you think.</title><content type='html'>honesty in blogging is a big thing for me.  sometimes it is hard to read all about everyone's amazing lives.  sometimes it helps me feel normal when i read a post about how someone's kid pooped on the carpet (thanks patience) or when someone's kid wears 10 pair of underoos and carries a purse (you know it, trisdan) or when you have to literally run the stress away (mags) and all sorts of crazy house shenanigans (basement flooding-meg)....because i like it so much i decided i would post about things that are maybe not post-worthy but to show that i am not as amazing with my kids and home life as you all think.  its a shocker, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  my kids are at my neighbors house and it is past dinnertime and i am not really worried about them staying another hour.&lt;br /&gt;2.  i went to the splash pool today for 4 hours and only applied sunscreen once (on my kids).&lt;br /&gt;3.  i didn't wear any sunscreen today.&lt;br /&gt;4.  i watch mtv after my kids go to bed.  ("legally blonde, the search for elle woods" has taken over my life)&lt;br /&gt;5.  i have an ingrown hair on my neck that is ugly and huge...okay fine, its not an ingrown hair, its a zit.&lt;br /&gt;6.  i didn't like wall*e.  i read a review that said the only people who wouldn't like it would be those who listen to rush limbaugh.  i just hated how it felt like a movie robots made about how fat, lazy, and stupid humans are.  i am all about recycling and saving the earth but i guess this means i have to vote for mcain. (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;7.  i have kept sophie's hair in the same ponytails since sunday.&lt;br /&gt;8.  i didn't make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;9.  i showered at 4 o'clock pm today.&lt;br /&gt;10.our basement is flooding (just a little bit) we have a drip somewhere that needs to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;11. carson was violent at the splash pool today...(sorry dawn and paigey)&lt;br /&gt;last and probably the best:&lt;br /&gt;12.sophia just felt my tummy and said, "mommy, you have a baby in your tummy".  its not true.  really its not.  she doesn't believe me either.&lt;br /&gt;i am not posting this so you all will tell me that i am an awesome mom, i know i am.  i just wanted to make sure that this mom sets the bar low sometimes and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya forever.&lt;br /&gt;ang*e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4447664662945730577?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4447664662945730577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4447664662945730577' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4447664662945730577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4447664662945730577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-reasons-im-not-as-cool-as-you-think.html' title='10 reasons i&apos;m not as cool as you think.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2917089551205846467</id><published>2008-06-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:16:31.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SFkcGi69MyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KRAZgbSOMKE/s1600-h/Syd%2Bat%2BWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SFkcGi69MyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KRAZgbSOMKE/s200/Syd%2Bat%2BWedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213228942436938530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really weird dream last night.  i was audtioning for the musical legally blonde (the audtions were at a church:) and you were directing.  i nailed the song, i was by far the best choice, and you didn't cast me.  i was so angry at you.  i woke up this morning and realized what today is.  i have stopped dreaming about you.  now you are back.  i wish it was for real, even though you didn't cast me.  love you.  wish you were here to hold my babies, tell me you're proud, talk about how proud we are of little nat and adopt my "orphan" husband.  add this to your endless tributes on "your" day.  &lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps thanks jake, i stole your picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2917089551205846467?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2917089551205846467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2917089551205846467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2917089551205846467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2917089551205846467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SFkcGi69MyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KRAZgbSOMKE/s72-c/Syd%2Bat%2BWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-51846264601965107</id><published>2008-05-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:18:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the new miss manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SB0c_5RDb8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nOAfCrtUeWs/s1600-h/DSCN0104_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SB0c_5RDb8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nOAfCrtUeWs/s200/DSCN0104_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196341429085106114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an email i received the other day i realized that it is time to talk about "email manners".  what is that you ask?  why am i the one with the authority?  just go to the harmon's on bangerter and 114th.  harmon's sponsors our school and bella's second grade class made a big poster and each of the children wrote what their mom's are good at.  bella wrote that i am "good at going on the computer".  nice.  mom of the year award goes to me.  so here goes "email manners".  &lt;br /&gt;1.  never write an email in capital letters.  ie-IT LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE YELLING!!!  EVEN THOUGH IT MAY SEEM EASIER TO JUST PRESS THE CAP LOCKS BUTTON IT READS LIKE YELLING.  DON'T YOU SEE?  DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;2.  keep your emails informal.  when emails are formal it reads really stiff and funny.  i have received emails from people and they say things like this-"Hello everyone.  We want everyone to know that we are moving.  Please pass the word along".  instead it should have a casual voice.  avoid words and phrases like, "Attention", "Sincerely yours"....&lt;br /&gt;3.  don't forward things for the sake of forwarding.  pick and choose your forwards.  think about what they may say about you.  do you really want people to know you are voting for the senator from arizona?  do you want people to think you believe in magic?  it really says more about you than you think.&lt;br /&gt;4.  pictures.  remember that not everyone has the fastest computer on the block.  slow down the pictures and the sizes of the pictures, make sure they are rotated.  (on a side note, make sure when you send "post birth" pictures via email or text that all things are covered you don't want to be known as the nippler in your ward or among friends :)&lt;br /&gt;5.  an email brightens everyone's day even if you haven't talked to that particular friend in awhile.  emails are like presents, especially to this computer mom.  &lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  go see baby mama....funny, funny, funny.  our friends saw the movie and said that i remind them of amy poehler..as long as that is not based on the white trash character she plays in the movie that is a compliment.  now with me looking like amy, tatum (my sister) looking like Rachel Dratch, my dad looking like chevy chase, we are a regular snl family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/72/10/0000027210_20060921213426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/72/10/0000027210_20060921213426.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-51846264601965107?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/51846264601965107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=51846264601965107' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/51846264601965107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/51846264601965107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-new-miss-manners.html' title='i am the new miss manners'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SB0c_5RDb8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nOAfCrtUeWs/s72-c/DSCN0104_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4034848858377637598</id><published>2008-04-25T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:22:17.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there are 3 new posts</title><content type='html'>just a little heads up that there are 3 new posts and i am expecting you to comment on ALL of them.  here are some sample sentences you can copy and paste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie- how cute are you?  you are the best mom ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your kids are so cute, they look like their mom for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so funny, i love reading your blog and finding out about all the cool things you do as a family.  i wish we were just like you guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the greatest mom in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seth is the luckiest husband ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your kids are the luckiest kids ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king family rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. etc. etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm a kidder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4034848858377637598?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4034848858377637598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4034848858377637598' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4034848858377637598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4034848858377637598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-are-3-new-posts.html' title='there are 3 new posts'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7256047426758563260</id><published>2008-04-25T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:17:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>st. george "england" style</title><content type='html'>right after bella's baptism we (just the kids and mom) headed to st. george to stay in our friend's parent's house.  we had a b l a s t blast.....&lt;br /&gt;sophie is a fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJliHzLd6I/AAAAAAAAANo/yOEuuUgptuU/s1600-h/DSCN0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJliHzLd6I/AAAAAAAAANo/yOEuuUgptuU/s200/DSCN0650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193324957195270050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,bella is a daredevil, (there are enough picutres of bella from the post before)&lt;br /&gt;and carson loves the ho' tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJliXzLd7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Q_1r0YCewDY/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJliXzLd7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Q_1r0YCewDY/s200/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193324961490237362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times were had by all. (some of the kids asleep after watching a movie...awwww this is what "Yearning for Zion" might be like. (sorry, bad joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJli3zLd8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0nNJqemPM2I/s1600-h/DSCN0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJli3zLd8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0nNJqemPM2I/s200/DSCN0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193324970080171970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ashley for inviting us!&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;br /&gt;this is a view from the pool...seth is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJlhnzLd5I/AAAAAAAAANg/77pw3WV609Q/s1600-h/DSCN0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJlhnzLd5I/AAAAAAAAANg/77pw3WV609Q/s200/DSCN0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193324948605335442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7256047426758563260?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7256047426758563260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7256047426758563260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7256047426758563260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7256047426758563260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/04/st-george-england-style.html' title='st. george &quot;england&quot; style'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJliHzLd6I/AAAAAAAAANo/yOEuuUgptuU/s72-c/DSCN0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7082344596311197121</id><published>2008-04-25T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:04:22.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiwHzLd0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MgyDkd6KeOw/s1600-h/DSCN0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiwHzLd0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MgyDkd6KeOw/s200/DSCN0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193321899178555202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiwnzLd1I/AAAAAAAAANA/gMIsa-YmvBA/s1600-h/DSCN0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiwnzLd1I/AAAAAAAAANA/gMIsa-YmvBA/s200/DSCN0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193321907768489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a huge month for our eldest.  she started off the month with a dance competition (sorry abi, they wouldn't let us video tape:(  she loves dance.  not to get up on the soap box but her studio, Studio 1 is pretty much the best studio in the world.  i have always felt this way about the studio but the competition only confirmed my feelings.  we saw so many mom's yelling at their girls, the dance teachers, etc. that it made me so grateful for the way our studio is run.  thank you thank you thank you natalie and nicole for helping my daughter love dance and to HAVE FUN!  i can't wait to get video of her dances because they are amazing and I am so proud of her and grateful that i married a man with coordination because with my faces and seth's athletic skills she's gonna be a star :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nextly, bella was baptized.  it was a great day....she was baptized on her birthday just like i was.  i am so proud of her and her decision.  on a side note i think seth has started a much needed trend of wearing your temple clothes instead of the jumpsuit for the baptism, i know it is silly that i am even writing about this, but doesn't it look better?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiw3zLd2I/AAAAAAAAANI/H1ggA85hXnU/s1600-h/DSCN0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiw3zLd2I/AAAAAAAAANI/H1ggA85hXnU/s200/DSCN0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193321912063457122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJixXzLd3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/lMdnMQ6ptY8/s1600-h/DSCN0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJixXzLd3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/lMdnMQ6ptY8/s200/DSCN0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193321920653391730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, bella did a super job on her great brain project on Germany.  doesn't she look like her name should be gretel von hamburger?  just kidding.  thanks seth again for your artistic talents with the poster...we all know what it would look like if i helped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJixnzLd4I/AAAAAAAAANY/7zoxkS-3Nmc/s1600-h/DSCN0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJixnzLd4I/AAAAAAAAANY/7zoxkS-3Nmc/s200/DSCN0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193321924948359042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she amazing?  aren't we the best parents ever?  i know your impressed with my post.  mother of the year award goes to ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7082344596311197121?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7082344596311197121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7082344596311197121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7082344596311197121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7082344596311197121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-of-isabella.html' title='the month of isabella'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJiwHzLd0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MgyDkd6KeOw/s72-c/DSCN0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2831404911411731568</id><published>2008-04-25T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:46:41.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>utah's salt creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJbzHzLdvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iOdnJUfgPB8/s1600-h/DSCN0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJbzHzLdvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iOdnJUfgPB8/s200/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193314254136768242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJbz3zLdwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-SGFsxzWkV0/s1600-h/DSCN0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJbz3zLdwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-SGFsxzWkV0/s200/DSCN0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193314267021670146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0HzLdxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9sNxCZQBx6c/s1600-h/DSCN0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0HzLdxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9sNxCZQBx6c/s200/DSCN0593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193314271316637458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0XzLdyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X4MKLN2UAjE/s1600-h/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0XzLdyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X4MKLN2UAjE/s200/DSCN0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193314275611604770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0nzLdzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fq09rgTImZo/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJb0nzLdzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fq09rgTImZo/s200/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193314279906572082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we briefly lived in the lovely state of california we were introduced to our favorite beach in the world, salt creek.  (thanks coles family :)  We loved it so much that when my uncle bill and aunt lynda went on vacation to the county of orange we made them promise to go there.  they loved it as much as we did and to thank us introduced us to utah's salt creek in canyonlands.  we had such a great time.....jeeping in the 14 year old explorer, praying that it would make it up elephant hill, realizing all the money we could make entering Bill into jeeping contests (he is AMAZING off-road and he only has one arm to boot), fabulous deeply needed talks around the campfire, camping in a cave, easter egg hunting in the sand, hiking "the cracks", making about a million hiking ropes course analogies.....Thank you so much Bill Boyle family!  We love you guys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2831404911411731568?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2831404911411731568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2831404911411731568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2831404911411731568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2831404911411731568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/04/utah.html' title='utah&apos;s salt creek'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/SBJbzHzLdvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iOdnJUfgPB8/s72-c/DSCN0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4922409097330169569</id><published>2008-04-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:25:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these lyrics speak to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dallasmorningviews.beloblog.com/archives/debbie_downer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://dallasmorningviews.beloblog.com/archives/debbie_downer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella had a dance competition a few weeks ago and the Junior Company at her studio performed a modern/lyrical dance to these lyrics.  I found myself crying by the end.  The performance itself was AMAZING but it was the lyrics of the song that really got to me.  I don't know much about the origins of the song other than it is performed by Emily Rossum, who played Christine, in the movie version of Phantom of the Opera.  It kind of has an enya/efy/christian feel which usually isn't my cup of tea but who knows....I just feel like with so much going on in the world it is hard to stop and just be happy.  I am going to go take my valium now...:)  I am kidding.  I just re read my post and it is kind of depressing.  &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie the Downer  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS is it just me or does Rachel Dratch kind of look like she could be my long lost sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Me down&lt;br /&gt;Rushing and racing and running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning&lt;br /&gt;Getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head and my heart are colliding chaotic&lt;br /&gt;Pace of the world I just wish I could stop it&lt;br /&gt;Try to appear like I've got it together&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take my hand and lead me&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Just show me how&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Before my life flies by&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear that I might disappear&lt;br /&gt;In the blur of fast forward I falter again&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I've missed I see in the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Pass me while I wasn't paying attention&lt;br /&gt;Tired of rushing, racing and running&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you take my hand and lead me&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Just show me how&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Before my life flies by&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just show me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise of the world is getting me caught up&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it&lt;br /&gt;Just need to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4922409097330169569?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4922409097330169569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4922409097330169569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4922409097330169569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4922409097330169569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-lyrics-speak-to-me.html' title='these lyrics speak to me'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2323100404644773595</id><published>2008-03-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:43:15.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R9f4NJ6R0UI/AAAAAAAAAMI/X8HY-ng0oiQ/s1600-h/mail-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R9f4NJ6R0UI/AAAAAAAAAMI/X8HY-ng0oiQ/s320/mail-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176879201568018754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I got tagged by Holly, Maggie, and Trisdan...Wow!?!  Am I popular or what?  Just kidding. My self esteem went up a few notches though, I'll tell you that much.  Anywho, here are some of the tags. Like Maggie I agree that it may be a little too much "Angie", so I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30-Daylight Savings is a stupid idea.  The government is evil...just kidding, but after the NY mayor maybe it is...(I am so deep)&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you usually have for breakfast? I don't like breakfast and prefer some kind of meal replacement shake.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite CD at the moment? I am loving Mika right now...my kids love him too.&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of car do you drive? Mazda MPV.  I just got a ticket and the officer described my car as a Sports Van.  So its cool.  If you squint and look at it it kind of looks like a Lexus SUV, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite sandwich? Veggie at Kneaders&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite item of clothing? I like hoodies.  They are my new uniform.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could go anywhere in the world for a vacation, where would you go?  Back to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;8. What color is your bathroom? tan...we haven't really done anything with it yet.  I need to pull out my toll painting set and make Seth's favorite decoration of a wood doll that says, "if you sprinkle when you tinkle"...&lt;br /&gt;9. Where would you retire? by a beach somewhere...I'm with tris.&lt;br /&gt;10. Most memorable birthday? I remember my baptism was on my birthday and we went to Reams (the grocery store) with my Grandma and Grandpa Boyle the day before and they had this stuffed animal pink poodle that I wanted soooooooo bad.  I totally threw a tantrum and didn't get it.  The next day (my birthday) Grandpa came in the room with a brown paper sack and said that I had one more present and he didn't know who it was from.  It was the pink poodle of course.    &lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sport to watch? Baseball...it grew on me :)&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night owl.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your shoe size? 7 &lt;br /&gt;14. Pets? long story&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you want to be when you were little? A Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you today? a SAHM&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite candy? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;18. Your favorite flower? star of bethlehem (it is my profile pic)&lt;br /&gt;19. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Isabella's birthday/baptism, Conference weekend...I am turning into a grandma but I am so excited to hear President Monson.  &lt;br /&gt;20. What are you listening to right now? my kids playing&lt;br /&gt;21. What is the last thing you ate? eggs&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you wish on stars? always&lt;br /&gt;23. What faith are you? I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was the last person you spoke with on the phone? Seth&lt;br /&gt;25. Hair Color? I don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;26. Name of your favorite school teacher? Mrs. Sydney Riggs&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time you cried? I could write a very intriguing post about this, but I'm keeping it in, but if anyone wants this story call me :)&lt;br /&gt;29. What is under your bed? NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do last night? Bella had dance...went to my mom's...watched AI&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite smell? babies, that sounds creepy but new baby smell is the best&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you afraid of? Cancer...illness in general&lt;br /&gt;33. How many towns have you lived in? Salt Lake, Provo, Monticello, Cedar Hills, Orem, Spanish Fork, Aliso Viejo, South Jordan..&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you make friends easily? Sometimes...I am really scatter brained and get busy with so much or so little depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Attached or single: Married&lt;br /&gt;B: Best Friend: Seth&lt;br /&gt;C: Cake or Pie: Cake&lt;br /&gt;D: Day of Choice: Thursday (Weekend eve)&lt;br /&gt;E: Essential Item: mascara&lt;br /&gt;F: Favorite Color: green&lt;br /&gt;G: Gummi Bears or Worms: Gummi Bears (although I am not a candy person, chocolate please)&lt;br /&gt;H: Hometown: Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;I: Indulgence(s): Chocolate (PS I hate being like my pet peeve Cathy from the comic books with the whole chocolate loving but I can't help it I am almost embarrassed that I am so cliche.)&lt;br /&gt;J: January or July: July who seriously likes January?&lt;br /&gt;K: Kids: 3. 2 divas, 1 boy &lt;br /&gt;L: Life is incomplete without: Family&lt;br /&gt;M: Marriage Date: May 22, 1999 &lt;br /&gt;N: Number of Siblings: Three. Two sisters and a brother&lt;br /&gt;O: Oranges or Apples: Oranges&lt;br /&gt;P: Phobias or Fears: rodents&lt;br /&gt;Q: Quote(s): "It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived." To Kill a Mocking Bird, Harper Lee &lt;br /&gt;R: Reason To Smile:Flight of the Conchords, Mel's blog on youtube&lt;br /&gt;S: Season: Fall&lt;br /&gt;T: Tag Six: no&lt;br /&gt;U: Unknown Fact about Me: When I run I listen to Rage Against the Machine on my ipod, it helps me, okay.&lt;br /&gt;V: Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals: We try to veg it out a lot, but I can't give up the animals.&lt;br /&gt;W: Worst Habit: thinking about things too much, letting things bother me.&lt;br /&gt;X: X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Ultrasounds&lt;br /&gt;Y: Your Favorite Food: Chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zodiac: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh the cleverness of me!"-Peter Pan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2323100404644773595?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2323100404644773595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2323100404644773595' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2323100404644773595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2323100404644773595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag.html' title='Tag.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R9f4NJ6R0UI/AAAAAAAAAMI/X8HY-ng0oiQ/s72-c/mail-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8743272256503712949</id><published>2008-02-20T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:15:40.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 random unrelated facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_COw7-Nj_0gI/R7nS-z3_ZTI/AAAAAAAACEw/ZQWVpAnFlLo/s1600-h/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_COw7-Nj_0gI/R7nS-z3_ZTI/AAAAAAAACEw/ZQWVpAnFlLo/s1600-h/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fact:  I am hot.  Our community had a prom (Do I live in Monticello? No I don't. I heart Daybreak) for the adults and because Seth was out of town and I couldn't embarrass him I dressed up in my 80's gear and danced the night away with some friends.  Seth was freaking out when he saw the pictures because he thinks I look like his mom in them.  PS please note that I had my hair done yesterday and no longer have ten inches of regrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelingreviews.com/shesthemanpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.reelingreviews.com/shesthemanpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fact:  "She's the Man" is one of the best movies ever made.  I could watch this movie everyday and laugh my head off everytime.    You know it bro'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arkansassongbird.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/matthew_mcconaughey1_300_40redshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://arkansassongbird.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/matthew_mcconaughey1_300_40redshirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Fact:  Matthew Mcconaughey needs to recognize his age and GROW UP!  When asked about his girlfriend who is pregnant with his child he said, "I'm so stoked".  Seriously?  Stoked?  He might as well have said, "That is so rad I'm going to get on my tubular surf board now and pretend I am a teenager on Newport Harbor."  Is that the best you can do?  I would have been more impressed with a "what, she's pregnant?"  kidding...kind of.  Also here is a link to Matt Damon doing a funny impression of Matthew M. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuYD2cwMbpw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/nm_writers_strike_071105_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/nm_writers_strike_071105_ms.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Fact:  The strike is over!!!!   I have missed my tv friends so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8743272256503712949?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8743272256503712949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8743272256503712949' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8743272256503712949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8743272256503712949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/02/4-random-unrelated-facts.html' title='4 random unrelated facts'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_COw7-Nj_0gI/R7nS-z3_ZTI/AAAAAAAACEw/ZQWVpAnFlLo/s72-c/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2856498684143053059</id><published>2008-02-04T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:57:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause we're cool like that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewMMeBuDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6fPuC__Jn_g/s1600-h/DSCN0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewMMeBuDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6fPuC__Jn_g/s320/DSCN0504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289221355649074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Seth and I thought we would FINALLY go to the Sundance film festival..we didn't have time to get tickets but thought it would be fun to see if we could get in to see one or just walk around and go out to eat.  We invited Eric (Seth's brother) and his wife Emily.  Here are my top ten memories of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The girls on the shuttle.  So we took the free shuttle into Park City.  You park at a church for free and then ride into town.  It is the best way to go because parking around Main Street is around $20.  Anywho we sat behind these two girls who decided that even though they didn't have microphones they could project so everyone could hear how into "film" there were.  I am not accusing them about knowing their stuff when it comes to film but it is so annoying to me when people talk really loud and use all their area of art lingo so everyone will hear and think they are amazing.  Here is a sample sentence, "So when I did the beauty shot I really wanted Kurt to do the modeling but James is much more versitale in his stance.  Its cool though because I can still use the footage for my portfolio"  Let us not forget to add a couple of "I have so much "sh#$" to do" for this _____ project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Our "conversation" on the shuttle".  Seth and I were really annoyed so to turn it into a positive we decided to have our own "conversation".  ie...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Do you know who I am so excited to see?&lt;br /&gt;Seth:  Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  George Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Seth:  Really?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah, I hear that, George Redford, you know that guy who puts on this festival is giving him some kind of award for his screenplay in Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;Seth:  That is rad.  He has been so overlooked.  What is screenplay?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You know like the way the picture looks on the screen, how it plays out, you know?&lt;br /&gt;ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The PETA people.  I'm not saying I don't agree with them.  I feel guilty when I see them though, because cruelty to animals is the 2nd reason I don't wear real fur or leather.  (1rst reason is because I can't afford it.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Seeing Park City busy.  Usually Park City seems so dead.  It is so much fun to go up there and to see people mulling around supporting Utah businesses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  People watching.  I have to admit that I wanted to see Scott Jessop stalking celebrities as much as I wanted to see actual celebrities.  I didn't spot either but I swear I saw JT, Seth disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Eric trying on the lame hat at the Harley Davidson store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewNMeBuEI/AAAAAAAAALY/xSZrc15HtuU/s1600-h/DSCN0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewNMeBuEI/AAAAAAAAALY/xSZrc15HtuU/s320/DSCN0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289238535518274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The lame hat I tried on at the Harley Davidson store.  (I actually kind of like it now that I see it in the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewOseBuFI/AAAAAAAAALg/tc2HCYFSEFo/s1600-h/DSCN0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewOseBuFI/AAAAAAAAALg/tc2HCYFSEFo/s320/DSCN0506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289264305322066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The swag.  Because we are so hot we were stopped and given 2 free cases of redbull.  nice.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewQseBuGI/AAAAAAAAALo/S7dyuBaXRGQ/s1600-h/DSCN0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewQseBuGI/AAAAAAAAALo/S7dyuBaXRGQ/s320/DSCN0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289298665060450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The parking attendent who stopped us and asked for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewRseBuHI/AAAAAAAAALw/HI-sLDuUgOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewRseBuHI/AAAAAAAAALw/HI-sLDuUgOQ/s320/DSCN0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289315844929650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The fact that the parking attendent let us take this picture because he wanted a red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.  We want to do it again next year but this time we want to actually see a film so we can be like the cool girls on the shuttle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2856498684143053059?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2856498684143053059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2856498684143053059' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2856498684143053059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2856498684143053059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/02/cause-were-cool-like-that.html' title='&apos;cause we&apos;re cool like that....'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R6ewMMeBuDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6fPuC__Jn_g/s72-c/DSCN0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1776446229032726332</id><published>2008-01-27T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:44:09.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meridianmagazine.com/images/020703cem/sc009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.meridianmagazine.com/images/020703cem/sc009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to express my thanks for President Gordon B. Hinckley.  I am selfishly sad that he has passed away.  I know that he is so excited to be reunited with loved ones, particularly his beautiful wife.  He was/is MY prophet.  I grew up hearing my mom say this about President McKay and never quite understood until now.  He was the Prophet of my crazy teenage days whose voice was one of the only that could penetrate my hard, cynical heart.  He was the Prophet with a great sense of humor that made me feel okay about having one myself.  He was the Prophet who signed my husband's mission call.  He was the prophet whose words I craved each conference.  He was the Prophet that even though I never met him I know that he loved and cared for me and my family.  He was the Prophet who felt inspired to build a little Temple in the little town of Monticello, Utah for my Grandma to work in.  He was the Prophet who declared a Temple spot just down the street from my house.  He had such a simple way of expressing himself.  A true English major he could write sermons to touch all.  I had a Temple recommend interview today and had the experience to state that I KNOW he is a Prophet of God.  Thank you for your life and example.  All of my love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1776446229032726332?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1776446229032726332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1776446229032726332' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1776446229032726332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1776446229032726332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3966084333267145944</id><published>2008-01-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:23:19.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fun to post my latest recommendations.  I know this is usually front page news, my opinions are so important  :)  Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illiterarty.com/files/www.illiterarty.com/img/119/a_thousand_splendid_suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.illiterarty.com/files/www.illiterarty.com/img/119/a_thousand_splendid_suns.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;br /&gt;I was a little skeptical at first thinking that Khaled Hosseini (don't worry I copy/pasted his name, I'm no Marc Bohn) couldn't possibly pull off another "Kite Runner", but he did and it is such a good read.  Like its predecessor it is an emotional roller coaster but the end leaves you at peace.  I was completely consumed by it and read it really fast. (A day and most of a night-special thanks to Grandma Boyle and Lynda for letting me read as my kids went crazy at their houses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chud.com/nextraimages/stardust_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://chud.com/nextraimages/stardust_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust&lt;br /&gt;So I know it has been out for awhile but we just barely saw it, reluctantly I might add, and throughly enjoyed it.  It reminded me of the movie "Willow" from back in the day but a little "lighter".  It is pretty scary for kids (some guts and gore, mostly "silly" though).  Loved Claire Danes she is fab in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodchicago.com/uploaded_images/juno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.hollywoodchicago.com/uploaded_images/juno3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;Let me jump on the bandwagon and submit my love for this movie.  Everyone is amazing.  What starts out as a comedy ends as a truly poignant important little movie.  (We saw this with my parents and it made it kind of uncomfortable but Annette and Doug actually ended up liking it.)   "You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revolveclothing.com/images/TRUE-WJ36_V6-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.revolveclothing.com/images/TRUE-WJ36_V6-BIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Religions are my religion&lt;br /&gt;It is almost time to retire my "knock off" True Religions and I think I may just go and buy another pair.  Jeans have become ridiculously overpriced but sometimes its worth it.  Heidi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGS&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really a recommendation but THANK YOU THANK YOU Niki, Maggie, and Trisdan for having family blogs.  We can finally keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3966084333267145944?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3966084333267145944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3966084333267145944' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3966084333267145944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3966084333267145944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1571757748753770903</id><published>2007-12-31T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:21:59.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think we will win?</title><content type='html'>my friend jeanine (seecampbell.blogspot.com) asked me why my family christmas card didn't include me and husband seth and if i chose to opt out because i was prego.  no i'm not prego, just a food baby (on a side note saw juno and loved it, but a little advice, don't see it with your parents....my brother sam said after the movie, "i'm just going to walk out of the theater, look at mom and dad, and pretend this movie never happened).  anywho the reason the picture doesn't include the parents of the family is because CHRISTMAS PICTURES THIS YEAR WERE A MAJOR FIASCO!!!!  first off we tried the whole family when seth's mom got her family pictures on thanksgiving.  seth's mom is dating now and it kind of made the picture thing a huge stress because new boyfriend was in the family picture and it just set us off.  lets just say seth's face isn't happy.  then no one told me i had 5 feet of regrowth and that i looked like a lion.  also truth be told the king family dancers look like cancer patients in the winter.  its not like i want to look umpa loompa orange but seriously we look like a ghost took our picture.  i must say the photographer was awesome we just weren't the best subjects.  so after seeing the proofs i decided i would take my kids picture in the "daybreak sled".  our community has "santa's sled" and if you take a christmas card picture there you can enter the photo in a contest...&lt;br /&gt;do you think we will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ktXAdSDnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1DfmlRIkz3w/s1600-h/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ktXAdSDnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1DfmlRIkz3w/s200/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197522157932146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're a shoe in i know...bella my oldest and should be the one to cooperate was too cold so we had to take pictures in our beautiful house i mean a model home across the street so enjoy these pictures in the model home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku8AdSDoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JnXCU_JzRjo/s1600-h/DSCN0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku8AdSDoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JnXCU_JzRjo/s200/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150199257324719746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku8gdSDpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/obvK1O_LdFk/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku8gdSDpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/obvK1O_LdFk/s200/DSCN0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150199265914654354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku9QdSDqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iDMjZnGNlV4/s1600-h/DSCN0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku9QdSDqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iDMjZnGNlV4/s200/DSCN0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150199278799556258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku9gdSDrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lS3s6MyDAx0/s1600-h/DSCN0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ku9gdSDrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lS3s6MyDAx0/s200/DSCN0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150199283094523570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the horrible christmas card experience we had a fabulous christmas....the kids were excited, the presents were perfect (seth made bella the most amazing desk).....it was tons of fun and great to actually see seth.  he is so busy.  he is busy with his regular hours job at okland and then busy with his business he is starting with former teammate and friend casey cloward.  they are starting a residential construction/remodeling company...so if anyone needs trimwork, cabinetry, you name it-they do it and they are amazing if i do say so myself.  the are both perfectionists and very talented.  seth dedicated the country song "please come home for christmas" to the kids.  we love him and are so grateful for his hardwork....merry christmakah to all!&lt;br /&gt;angie&lt;br /&gt;ps did anyone watch the grinch this season?  i am either getting nerdier or crazy b/c it was so hilarious.  why didn't i laugh so much the first time i saw it?&lt;br /&gt;pps also the first picture is of bella and bff ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1571757748753770903?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1571757748753770903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1571757748753770903' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1571757748753770903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1571757748753770903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-think-we-will-win.html' title='do you think we will win?'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R3ktXAdSDnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1DfmlRIkz3w/s72-c/DSCN0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7293650939821812014</id><published>2007-12-19T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:38:03.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R2nHZp_uoKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/extxQDQ2uwA/s1600-h/12_19_mr___mrs_claus_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R2nHZp_uoKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/extxQDQ2uwA/s200/12_19_mr___mrs_claus_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145863292831309986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of my cutest little cousin katie....&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7293650939821812014?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7293650939821812014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7293650939821812014' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7293650939821812014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7293650939821812014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R2nHZp_uoKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/extxQDQ2uwA/s72-c/12_19_mr___mrs_claus_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3068268144206000985</id><published>2007-12-07T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:35:40.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R1nKsNHFF1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/EPayR5h6_j4/s1600-h/IMG_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R1nKsNHFF1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/EPayR5h6_j4/s200/IMG_1727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141363310402541394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long time coming.  This post has been in my mind from the beginning but it has been a difficult one to transfer to my keyboard.  Today is one of my dearest friend's birthday.  The fact that she is one of my dearest friends is the reason this post is happening so late.  When she passed away 2 1/2 years ago there was such an outpouring of love-things written and things said that I felt lost in the background, in the ensemble if you will, but I should have done this sooner. So- on her birthday this year I will remember what she always told me, "there are no small parts, just small actors" and give my tribute to her.  I remember my first experience meeting the infamous "Sydney Riggs".  I was in the horribly awkward junior high years searching for my destiny.  It seemed kismet that the Scera Shell would be producing the show, "Meet Me in St. Louis" with a part just for me!  I dragged my sister to the OHS lunchroom and sang my heart out.  We were both so happy to be called back.  I felt like I did really well but to my disappointment I wasn't cast, she REJECTED me.  Even worse my sister was cast.  I remember going to the rehearsals with Tatum and watching Syd at work (in black sweats, btw, in JULY!).  She was so patient with Tatum and made her feel so good about herself.  I knew that I would work with her again and committed myself to being cast the next time we met.  I didn't see Syd again until High School.  I signed up for the optional B5 class of Musical Theater.  Alan Sackett and I became instant friends and it was very convenient because he was/is and amazing accompanist.  Alan and I would go to the piano during free time and sing our hearts out until she noticed.  I will never forget her walking up to me while singing, "The Sun in the Morning" and telling me I had gotten a lot better from the last time she saw me.  She was so lovely when it came to compliments.  She didn't just hand them out all the time, even if you deserved it.  They were well calculated from a teaching perspective to give the you the will to continue and the confidence to suceed.  I don't know if she did this on purpose, but as she would say, it was brilliant!  High School had its ups and downs but all of the ups for me happened in theater.  My "drama" experience for lack of better words was magical.  So many great friends, so many amazing memories and opportunities....Syd made everything important.  We weren't just high school students to her, we were her friends.  She saved me.  All of my close "hang out" friends were a year older than me and when they graduated I felt completely alone.  Syd sensed this and had me sign up to be her TA right before lunch time.  I remember that first scary day of school my Senior year when I thought I might have to eat alone.  The bell rang and she turned to me and asked where I wanted to go for lunch.  She didn't have to say anything to make it all better.  This gift of being my friend when I felt alone was the greatest she gave me.  It wasn't a lead, or being her "favorite" in high school as some might say, it was her innate awareness of what I needed.  She not only sheltered me from the storm but found others to be my friends and for that I am grateful beyond measure.   A lot of people in high school might call me a drama cheerleader.  I would make up really lame, but cool, cheers for drama and we would all do them.  Syd was my life cheerleader.  Everything I did she was completely supportive and happy for me.  I remember that she loved Seth.  I think the german won her over, but it meant a lot to me.   She also was so sweet and kind about my kids.  I would take them to her classroom and she would give them treats and let them color all over.  She would put their pictures on her desk and she was proud of them.  I loved that.  My favorite memory though was when we were in "Fiddler on the Roof", I played Hodel and she played my mom, Golde.  (No Nate, its not the laughing memory, even though I won't forget coming back stage and her saying, "What the hell was that?) There is a sequence where Tevye, the father, is "singing" about his family.  It sounds cheesy but it began with Golde (Syd) and the three daughters holding hands and and going around in a circle.  Syd would look at us, her daughters, so thoughtfully and her face so loving and reflective.  When she looked at me though, she wasn't acting and I will never forget it.  &lt;br /&gt;The last time I talked to her was the day after I got home from Europe.  She as always was so sweet to talk about ME the whole time and gush about my trip.  When we were in London we saw Billy Elliott on her recommendation and couldn't wait to talk about the show.  I also had some gifts for her and we arranged for Seth and I to come over that next Sunday night.  She died on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Syd.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Angie Boyle King (cause that's what you called me:) &lt;br /&gt;ps thx to Heather for the pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3068268144206000985?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3068268144206000985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3068268144206000985' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3068268144206000985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3068268144206000985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-tribute.html' title='birthday tribute'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/R1nKsNHFF1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/EPayR5h6_j4/s72-c/IMG_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-6279912485976436436</id><published>2007-11-19T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:03:54.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it bothers me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.gridskipper.com/assets/resources/2006/11/carls_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cache.gridskipper.com/assets/resources/2006/11/carls_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it might be because I have my annual cold and I am grumpy but I ABSOLUTELY HATE the Carl's Jr. commercials.  Does anyone else feel completely offended and grossed out by the "don't bother me, i'm eating" campaign? (the slogan is not worthy of capital letters). The latest installment now showing during commercials is the girl eating some crazy taco salad in a truck.  Are you kidding me?  First of all, nothing takes away my appetite more than chomping.  The ad is filled with chomping and dripping, there are no napkins.  All I can think about is how sick they are going to feel after they eat the burger that can drop and everything stays in place (see the end of the commercial).  It also seems like the actors have weird body language like squatting or sitting with there legs apart, they don't have time to eat their 6 dollar burger at the table they have to scarf it down right then and their and get their big rig all messy and smelling liked processed meat and onions.  The voice over is also horrible, I think the female voice is the same girl that does the teasers for channel 5, "next see what happens on the office" (think of a really constipated voice.)  So basically I didn't really need a reason to hate Carl's Jr. more, but know it just bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS we brought home a new member of our family on Saturday, a cute little Shih Tzu named Lola, pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-6279912485976436436?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/6279912485976436436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=6279912485976436436' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6279912485976436436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6279912485976436436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-bothers-me.html' title='it bothers me'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4881796066898013764</id><published>2007-11-01T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:43:34.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWh0sL3kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bg9umTCdUSM/s1600-h/DSCN0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWh0sL3kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bg9umTCdUSM/s200/DSCN0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128006264794373698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWiEsL3lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j1UacfAMNOw/s1600-h/DSCN0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWiEsL3lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j1UacfAMNOw/s200/DSCN0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128006269089341010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWiUsL3mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zdFtpmPPx2w/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWiUsL3mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zdFtpmPPx2w/s200/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128006273384308322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWi0sL3nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uA2ojJz5G1g/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWi0sL3nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uA2ojJz5G1g/s200/DSCN0382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128006281974242930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my Halloween top 10 "thoughts/moments":&lt;br /&gt;10.  Feeling like the mom of the year by figuring out Bella's hair for Cindy Lou-Who.  I was really worried we wouldn't be able to do it but my years in theater finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I hate teenagers trick or treating.  It is lame.  They just need to have a party somewhere where I can't hear their annoying laughs.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Eating sloppy joes.  I heart sloppy joes.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sophia hated her costume and screamed everytime we put it on but it was worth it to here her say the word "octopus".&lt;br /&gt;6.  My body is sooooooooo mad at me right now for the bingeing of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I loved that I seriously cried at the school Halloween costume parade when I saw Carson, you could tell he felt so cool.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love my neighborhood, we take it to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Uncle Kenny's Gaston costume.  (Ashley-please post pictures)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Starting Grey's Anatomy-finally and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;1.  EGG NOG-there is nothing better than drinking it-straight up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4881796066898013764?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4881796066898013764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4881796066898013764' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4881796066898013764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4881796066898013764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RypWh0sL3kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bg9umTCdUSM/s72-c/DSCN0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7839125325380373154</id><published>2007-10-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:26:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm "it"</title><content type='html'>So I guess I should say "thanks" to Hailey (www.haileytracks.blogspot) for the tag.  I am not a big "get to know you game" kind of gal BUT it has been fun to think of what random facts I want to share about myself (besides Hailey is the coolest and it has been so fun to reconnect via blogs).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Link to your tagger (like I did with Hailey) , and also post these rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2-Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird&lt;br /&gt;3-Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs&lt;br /&gt;4- Let them know they are TAGGED by leaving a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't really love email forwards but occasionally I fall upon something exceptional, that is when I forward.  So those that I email should know that if I forward something it is either major inspirational or comedy gold. (in my opinion of course)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I sent my great grandma to the ER.  When I was 3 I was swinging her cane around and hit her on the head.  They had to take her to the hospital because I hit her so hard that she passed out.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I didn't have one single friend in 7th grade.  It got so bad that I begged my mom to pick me up for lunch everyday because I hated eating by myself.  If I go to hell it will be 7th grade at Canyon View Junior high, FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I like 30 Rock better than The Office (please don't hate me)&lt;br /&gt;5.  During a live performance of 7 Brides for 7 Brothers at the Hale I laughed so hard that I peed my pants-ON STAGE! &lt;br /&gt;6.  I seriously think I am legally blind.  Without contacts or glasses I can't see anything.  It is sad, I can't even read anymore without the corrective lenses.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I broke up with one of Seth's best friends (Kevin) to date him (Seth).  It was quite the scandal.  (just kidding, kind of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Hailey on hating to tag other people.  I will not be offended if you don't respond, but I would make me have a better self esteem if you do.  (no pressure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ashley-www.jgottfam.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;2.  Travis-www.treidi.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;3.  Heidi-www.heidi-bees-knees.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;4.  Jenn-www.jericksons.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;5.  Martha-www.thegtrain5.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;6.  Sammy-www.lukeandsammy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;7.  Abi-www.abijoe.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7839125325380373154?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7839125325380373154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7839125325380373154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7839125325380373154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7839125325380373154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m &quot;it&quot;'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5841631502889163740</id><published>2007-10-22T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:20:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Elder King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ejxgi6qacrA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ejxgi6qacrA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Uncle Kenny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-5841631502889163740?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5841631502889163740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5841631502889163740' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5841631502889163740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5841631502889163740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-home-elder-king.html' title='Welcome Home Elder King!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8344018520689387979</id><published>2007-10-05T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:42:22.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 21 BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY SISTER, ABBY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmNhmkhefe4/Rwalmz65TtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LPzkhultH3k/s1600-h/DSCN0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmNhmkhefe4/Rwalmz65TtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LPzkhultH3k/s320/DSCN0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117960112743993042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister so much that I am posting this birthday note.  To prove my love I posted a picture that is HORRIBLE of me and AMAZING of Abby.  Happy Birthday Sissy.  I still remember driving from Monticello to Logan when you were born.  Tatum, Sam, and I were soooo excited and couldn't sleep at Grandma Hurren's house.  Grandpa tried to get us back to sleep but gave up and let us play with toys and talk about our new sister.  I remember going to the hospital and standing outside the door and hearing  you cry and Tatum saying, "Mom turned into a baby?!"  When I held you for the first time you looked the same as you do now, minus hair. Its true.  I can still see it.  When we came home to Monticello mom came to my class and you were my show and tell for the day.  I had a little wooden cradle and since you were mom's fourth baby she was a little more relaxed and would let me put you in the cradle, like a doll. When you were in second grade I wrote your name on your brown paper lunch sack and you were so embarrassed because my handwriting is funny and it looked like I wrote "baby" instead of "abby".  On my 12th birthday we went to Temple Square and I was in the horrible awkward stage (I might not have left that stage) and you wore a sailor dress and a HUGE red bow.  I remember telling mom that if one more person told us how cute you were I was going to puke (gotta love the early nineties).  I remember when I started High School and you met Syd and said, "I'm Angie's little sister Abby, and I'm dramatic".  I loved going to all of your high school events and watching you cheer and watching you emcee the poorly written assemblies with student council.  Even though Fashion Team was made for girls who aren't coordinated enough for cheer or dance team those were always fun to go to and laugh/cry/cheer. :) They were good.  I love going to Magelby's now and seeing you.  I consider it the highest compliment when your coworkers tell me how much we look alike.  You are so good at your job and I am always told that you are one of the best, if not the best.  Not to mention that fact that you are flying through college so well.  I am so proud of you Abby and for the awesome twenty something you have become!  I love you!  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8344018520689387979?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8344018520689387979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8344018520689387979' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8344018520689387979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8344018520689387979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-21-birthday-to-my-baby-sister.html' title='HAPPY 21 BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY SISTER, ABBY!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WmNhmkhefe4/Rwalmz65TtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LPzkhultH3k/s72-c/DSCN0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2960755245922345953</id><published>2007-10-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:15:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Faves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/images/amg_vhs_covers/120/drv100/v100/v10004bfxlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/images/amg_vhs_covers/120/drv100/v100/v10004bfxlk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I have been thinking about movies I watched when I was little that I LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Chipmunk Adventure-this movie was (is) the best!  We actually own the VHS and my kids love it too.  I remember watching it and thinking I was so cool.  I knew (know) all of the songs and would (still) always rock out.  "We're the girls of Rock and Roll".&lt;br /&gt;2.  Katy the Caterpillar-I need to find this movie.  Watching this film was an emotional roller coaster for me.  Katy is a caterpillar who longs to see the world and find out what she is to become. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Care Bears in Wonderland-the cheshire cat is awesome.  I found this movie on You-tube the other day and Bella and I sat and watched the whole thing, even with a crappy picture.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Charlotte's Web (the cartoon)-I love this book of course, but this is the one movie that comes close to being as good as the book.  I love Paul Lynde as the voice of Templeton the rat, and Debbie Reynolds as Charlotte.  I still cry at the end when Wilbur starts telling Charlotte's babies about their mother.  I am getting chills right now just thinking about it.  &lt;br /&gt;5.  Dumbo's Circus-so this is not a movie but a series I watched on the Disney Channel.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Today's Special-another TV series...I wish I could buy it.&lt;br /&gt;That is my list.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2960755245922345953?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2960755245922345953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2960755245922345953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2960755245922345953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2960755245922345953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-faves.html' title='Old Faves'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-6151914927294759287</id><published>2007-09-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:11:10.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern. &lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-6151914927294759287?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/6151914927294759287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=6151914927294759287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6151914927294759287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/6151914927294759287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-test.html' title='Fun Test'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4334479068058862818</id><published>2007-09-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:15:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It rhymes with duck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RvfTgdwSvfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wRTUIiKFXDs/s1600-h/DSCN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RvfTgdwSvfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wRTUIiKFXDs/s320/DSCN0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113788456598945266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday Seth played in a BYU Alumni Baseball game in Provo, which (on a side note) ended up being a whole lot less horrible than I originally thought.  I was worried it would be a bunch of old guys playing the new guys (which it was) but the old guys won or tied or something like that.  It was also fun for Seth to see former teammates, and guys he coached.  Anywho afterwards Seth and I headed to the Utah College of Massage Therapy to get 2 for 1 massages.  The kids went to my mom's and played with the neighborhood kids there.  Carson went across the street to his friend Isaac's house.  To preface Isaac's family is awesome, we love them.  When we arrived home after the massages and playing Carson mentioned to me that Isaac's brother Ethan said a swear word.  I badgered Carson to tell me what it was but he couldn't remember.  Sunday at breakfast Seth and I were busy getting the kids cereal, making cookies for his home teaching families (we're awesome like that), among other things when Carson yells, "I remember what swear word Ethan said it rhymes with duck, its f*@!."  Sophie then repeats the "word".  Seth and I have to go into the pantry and hide because we are laughing so hard.  It is so weird to hear THAT word come out of your kids mouths.  After we regained composure we came out and explained that it is a bad word, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Now I am terrified to get phone calls from his school teacher, primary teacher, friends parents, telling me that he taught their kids "the word".  My kid is going to be THAT KID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4334479068058862818?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4334479068058862818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4334479068058862818' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4334479068058862818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4334479068058862818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-rhymes-with-duck.html' title='It rhymes with duck.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RvfTgdwSvfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wRTUIiKFXDs/s72-c/DSCN0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2531578648772058688</id><published>2007-09-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:38:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really.</title><content type='html'>So I am really apathetic and cynical when it comes to politics.  I don't really get into it because it either makes me mad or gives me a headache.  I don't attribute myself to any particular party I just vote for the candidate who seems best to me.  Seth knows this about me and always sends me emails that he knows will bug the crap out of me.  This one is the latest: (I copy/pasted it so it has crappy formatting, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karen Ferrara&lt;br /&gt;Mom was a homemaker and Dad worked all his life and Paid into SS. Dad has passed away and now Mom can&lt;br /&gt;Barely make ends meet.While the possible "illegal" alien in front of her At the grocery store buys the name brands, Mom goes&lt;br /&gt;For the generic brands and 'day old' breads. She doesn't have out of state calling on her phone, Because she can't afford it and shops at the thrift Shops and dollar stores. She considers having a pizza delivered once a week "eating out". She grew up during the depression, watched her husband Go overseas to fight in WW II a year after their marriage, and then they went on&lt;br /&gt;To raise, feed and clothe 5 children, struggling to Pay tuition for parochial schools.The Senate voted this week to allow "illegal" aliens Access to Social Security benefits. I'm sorry, but How can the Senate justify this slap in the face to born and bred, or naturalized, Citizens. It is already impossible to live on Social Security alone. If they give benefits to "illegal" Aliens who have never contributed, where does that Leave those of us who have paid into Social Security All our working lives?Attached is an opportunity to sign a petition that Requires citizenship for eligibility to receive Social Services. If you do not wish to sign  the petition yourself, please forward on to anyone You think might be interested. &lt;br /&gt;PETITION FOR PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH&lt;br /&gt;Mr. President: The petition below is a protest Against the recent vote of the senate which was to Allow illegal aliens access to our social security! We demand that you and all Congressional representatives require citizenship for Anyone to be eligible for social services in the United States ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is followed by a long list of "signed" names followed by this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WILL THE 1,000th PERSON TO SIGN, PLEASE SEND IT ON TO THE FOLLOWING E-MAIL ADDRESS: &lt;br /&gt;President@WhiteHouse.gov"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have go to be kidding me!  That's President Bush's email address!  Awesome!  And while I am emailing the President maybe I will email the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen@TheCastle.monarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OsamaBinLaden@TheCave.terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe Dick Cheney might want that funny forward that is circulating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VicePresident@Whitehouse.gov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying anything about the content of the petition.  This is the US and we have a right to our opinion.  That's what makes our country so kick A, but seriously, President@WhiteHouse.gov....I am so sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2531578648772058688?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2531578648772058688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2531578648772058688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2531578648772058688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2531578648772058688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/silly-emails.html' title='Really.'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7246351617109950977</id><published>2007-09-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:49:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>So I feel like I need to do a little update on my family..so here we go.  Youngest to oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIA SCOUT&lt;br /&gt;Sophie is by far my craziest child.  We purchased a new sectional in July and she has already managed to draw on it with marker, pen (twice), crayon, and pencil.  Thank goodness it is microfiber and I am also grateful for hairspray (it gets out ink).  My other kids never drew on things but she does it all the time.  I tell people that she is kind of like a puppy, you can't really leave her by herself...I always have to be within earshot and know where she is at all times.  Her sassiness is kind of what makes her so stinking cute though.  She loves Yo Gabba Gabba.  She runs around singing the songs.  Her other favorite is Scooby Doo.  She loves it when I sing her the Scooby lullaby which is basically the theme song really slow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARSON&lt;br /&gt;Carson just started soccer and he is trying his best (keeping it positive).  He wants to make a goal so bad because Seth told him that he could get a toy if he did.  I don't know which is more frustrating, watching Carson play or watching Seth on the sidelines.  Seth is really positive but I know it kills him when he looks on the field and Carson is picking the grass.  The real problem is that he wants to be the goalie and they don't have goalies in pee wee league.  The last game the kids started running down the field and he went in the goalie box and got ready to defend.  He was so excited.  Carson is a really good artist.  He can draw all day and things actually are recognizable.  He also loves to wrestle with dad and do Karate.  He also has a girlfriend named Lily and is the most handsome boy in his class, he seriously is, there was an award and he won it and everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISABELLA&lt;br /&gt;Isabella is crazy busy with dance.  She loves it.  It is so fun to have your child be excited about lessons and a talent they are developing.  I can't say enough about her studio.  Nicole Walker Pullins is the owner and her family runs it.  They do such a great job.  Isabella is making friends in our new neighborhood and is so good to walk home with Carson everyday from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETH&lt;br /&gt;Seth is super busy with his job and all of his other side projects.  I sent him to Chicago and he absolutely loved the trip.  He loved it so much he wants to retire there someday so we can go to all the Cubs games.  The cubs are winning their league by a game (?) so that is always good.  He is a great husband, and to quote my friend Katie, "I'm so glad I married for looks." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGIE (that's me)&lt;br /&gt;I am trying really hard not to be the old lady that I am inside.  We saw skateboarders the other night at the movie theater and I sat and complained about how they are going to get hurt and how annoying the noise was.  Other than that I started running a couple months ago and I love it.  I HATED it at first but I am finally enjoying myself.  I wish I could do Mrs. Hardy's fun run now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7Fi6suhgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z8nQa4C2Wvk/s1600-h/DSCN0205_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7Fi6suhgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z8nQa4C2Wvk/s200/DSCN0205_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239830775170562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7FjqsuhhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yvlx1vugY-I/s1600-h/&lt;br /&gt;DSCN0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7FjqsuhhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yvlx1vugY-I/s200/DSCN0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239843660072466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7Fj6suhiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4e_zTZ5oqPE/s1600-h/&lt;br /&gt;DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7Fj6suhiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4e_zTZ5oqPE/s200/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239847955039778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7FkasuhjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kPwgH-XY0hA/s1600-h/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7FkasuhjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kPwgH-XY0hA/s200/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239856544974386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that didn't sound like an annoying Christmas letter.  I just read it and it did, so sorry about that.  I hope your families are doing well, I love reading everyone's blogs, getting updates, great ideas, good laughs, and all....it makes my day a little more interesting.  On a final note we rented the movie "The X" with Jason Bateman.  It was pretty funny.  I don't know if it was because we didn't expect much or because I have a sort of crush on Mr. Bateman but I recommend the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7246351617109950977?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7246351617109950977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7246351617109950977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7246351617109950977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7246351617109950977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ru7Fi6suhgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z8nQa4C2Wvk/s72-c/DSCN0205_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-702873982848517312</id><published>2007-09-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:58:06.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and that's why we don't eat money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_a6suhcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1IEuDtMi-Dw/s1600-h/DSCN0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_a6suhcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1IEuDtMi-Dw/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109192402685298114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_bKsuhdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1uI66uJHask/s1600-h/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_bKsuhdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1uI66uJHask/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109192406980265426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had quite the fiasco this weekend.  It all began on my birthday last Wednesday, I was washing my face, getting ready for bed when I hear Sophia choking.  I run to her and she throws up in my hands (happy birthday to me).  I notice that she is playing with some coins from my jewelry box so when I dump the vomit in the toilet I sift through it to see if she dislodged a coin (funny how its not gross when you are a mom).  I figure that is what she was choking on so I call my pediatric clinic.  They tell me that it happens all the time and that the coin should pass within a week, if it doesn't, to call them and they will do some x-rays.  So the next few days go by and I notice that she is a little bit cranky and drooling now and again.  I call the clinic again and they tell me not to worry, that she might just be teething and that if she is breathing normally and eating that she is fine.  She keeps telling people, "I ate money!"  Seth flew home from Chicago on Saturday and on Sunday he made the kids pancakes.  Sophia usually downs 6-7 pancakes but on Sunday she barely ate one and then throws up in Seth's hands (happy belated birthday to dad).  I come home from a meeting and Seth tells me that he has a feeling the coin is in her throat.  After calling my MIL (who is an RN) I give in and take her to the after hours clinic.  The doctor doesn't think there is a problem but orders an x-ray just to be safe.  Low and behold father does know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_bqsuheI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IRLc26Qa6Lw/s1600-h/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_bqsuheI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IRLc26Qa6Lw/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109192415570200034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a HUGE coin in her esophagus.  The doctor sends me to Primary Children's ER to get it removed.  You would think the story ends there-not to spoil the ending but it doesn't end for 12 more hours!  As I am sitting in the waiting room to add to the fun some wanna be Paris Hilton mom comes in with her two kids who she thinks have meningitis.  She just lets them wander around the waiting room touching and playing with other kids.  She tries to put the "cute little masks" on them but they won't keep them on.  How silly mom Paris!  So because of the reckless germ spreading I keep Sophia snug on my lap.  An hour later they call us back to the Radiology lab where they tell me I have 3 options:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keep the coin in her throat. (Who chooses that?)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Have a surgeon remove it with a scope.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Quickly have the radiologist remove it with some balloon mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;The radiologist tells me that #3 is the best answer.  It is quick and easy and it is how everyone does it.  He tells me that he has never seen it not work.  I choose #3.&lt;br /&gt;They then have me leave the room and papoose Sophia to a mummy board.  (Basically they ace bandage her to a board so she can't move).  Sophia screams the whole time.  I sob the whole time.  The radiologist comes out and tells me they weren't successful and walks away.  &lt;br /&gt;Next I am taken to an ER room.  I talk to the ER doctor who wants to know why I went with the radiologist.  I tell him that I have no idea, they just came and got me.  Major Drama in the ER.  Apparently you never remove foreign objects with that method if they have been in the body for more than 2 days.  So I cry because I put my daughter through that for no reason.  Sophia in the meantime is in the fetal position in my lap.  I then wait another 2 hours for the surgeon to come talk to me.  Seth arrives as we are talking to the surgeon.  He tells us that it is going to be another 2-3 hours before he can perform the extraction.  We wait 2 more hours in the ER.  They won't let Sophia eat or drink (because she is getting surgery) and she hasn't eaten since pancakes for breakfast.  She is totally dehydrated and pale.  I ask the nurse if they can get her hooked up to an IV because I am worried.  The nurse says they can't yet.  I start crying again and embarrassed I explain that I am crying because she hasn't eaten all day and it is really hard to ignore her cries for water.  The nurse tells me, "There are kids in this hospital who have been waiting to eat a lot longer than your little girl."  I walk back into our room a total mess.  They then move us out of the ER to a regular room.  They finally start her IV. She hates the IV experience and Seth tells her-and that's why we don't eat money!  She falls asleep crying for water.  About 4 hours later they take her into surgery and remove the coin-a nickel.  It took about 5 minutes.  They take us back the the room and she downs 2 cups of apple juice.  We leave 2 hours later.   It was such a crazy experience.  I am usually a pretty calm person when it comes to things like this but I was a total train wreck.  I felt like the care we received at Primary Children's was horrible.  We kept the nickel that the surgeon, ironically named Dr. Nichol removed.  The experience is still so fresh that I am not laughing about yet but I know later I will.  And that's why we don't eat money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_b6suhfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ywVxXBYQHnQ/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_b6suhfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ywVxXBYQHnQ/s320/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109192419865167346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-702873982848517312?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/702873982848517312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=702873982848517312' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/702873982848517312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/702873982848517312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-thats-why-we-dont-eat-money.html' title='...and that&apos;s why we don&apos;t eat money!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rud_a6suhcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1IEuDtMi-Dw/s72-c/DSCN0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2055046523000679418</id><published>2007-09-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:18:06.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday SETH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rtw4ctf-SzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/njr7J6C7LMA/s1600-h/DSCN0093_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rtw4ctf-SzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/njr7J6C7LMA/s320/DSCN0093_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106018143432493874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Seth is 20-10!  Hooray!  For his birthday he is going to Chicago to see the Cubs and stay with some great friends.  He is so amazingly good looking....just keeps getting better and better.  Of course he is the most patient human alive to be married to me.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2055046523000679418?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2055046523000679418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2055046523000679418' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2055046523000679418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2055046523000679418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-30th-birthday-seth.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday SETH!!!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rtw4ctf-SzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/njr7J6C7LMA/s72-c/DSCN0093_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5650495719930666134</id><published>2007-08-28T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:38:15.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is one of those posts that might not make sense because I am writing down my abstract thoughts.  Lately, as my 28th birthday approaches, I have discovered yet another pet peeve.  I am seriously a grumpy old lady with all of the things that irritate me.  Any-who, I hate "growing up".  I find it ironic that I played Peter in Peter Pan and I am saying this now.  I should break into song!  Life is a musical!  I hate how people act when they grow up.  Serious. All of the time.  It seems that friends have some new wall in front of them as they "act" like adults.  We can't just say things we used to say or do things we used to do.  I am not talking about going out and acting like crazy teenagers (old lady Angie would get so annoyed) but it bugs me when people (when their kids aren't around) say "poop" instead of "crap".  Give me a break...I know the word you really want to say.  Or maybe when you get together with friends and your conversation sounds like a lame family letter, "Tommy is doing so well in school, they say he is reading on a college level".  It isn't the bragging that bugs me as much as the "let me tell you how great my life is because even though I am out of high school I still feel the need to compare."  Or asking questions like, "What's your calling?" (That could be its own blog).  I have to add the disclaimer that sometimes these questions are asked and comments are made and it is okay but you know when it isn't.  I have to blame the TV show "What Not to Wear" for this tangent thought.  I watched the other day at the gym and I swear it was about me.  They made fun of this girl for shopping in the Juniors section.  I cringed as I realized that I shop there too.  She hated the experience for the most part.  They made her wear "mom" clothes.  Turtlenecks, vests, you know the drill.  They weren't bad looking clothes.  It wasn't the famous mom jeans commercial but "adult" clothes.  I CAN"T DO THAT!!!!  Is there something wrong with me?!?!!?  I can't give up my youth.  I will be a mom but I can't let go of my sarcasm, shopping at Hollister and Forever 21, stop watching SNL and Newport Harbor....I refuse.  The only problem now is that I might turn into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RtSjvNsJWEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jSIoXNYj1oE/s1600-h/videocam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RtSjvNsJWEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jSIoXNYj1oE/s320/videocam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103884309241616450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-5650495719930666134?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5650495719930666134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5650495719930666134' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5650495719930666134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5650495719930666134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RtSjvNsJWEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jSIoXNYj1oE/s72-c/videocam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-5043331818360722956</id><published>2007-08-19T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:44:37.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Bank Tower Implosion in Salt Lake City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CzyLsAeSzdo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CzyLsAeSzdo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because Seth's company is the contractor of City Creek downtown, we stayed at the Marriott (left corner) and watched the implosion.  CRAZY!!  We were a little scared, but because my husband is awesome, everything went perfectly as planned.  Seth was up all night working and getting ready, he came in our room around 3 AM with his flashlight and said, "Ang, we need to evacuate the building right now..." Needless to say his little joke scared me to death....what a kidder....anyway, good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-5043331818360722956?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/5043331818360722956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=5043331818360722956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5043331818360722956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/5043331818360722956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/key-bank-tower-implosion-in-salt-lake.html' title='Key Bank Tower Implosion in Salt Lake City'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7067127342725659893</id><published>2007-08-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:59:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wydawnictwoliterackie.pl/pliki/Image/Sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wydawnictwoliterackie.pl/pliki/Image/Sting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my amazing husband.....is there anything/anyone better than Sting?  Just thought I would share......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7067127342725659893?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7067127342725659893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7067127342725659893' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7067127342725659893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7067127342725659893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/sting.html' title='Sting'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-8255623556130650343</id><published>2007-08-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:59:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/20/Eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/20/Eclipsecover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting in my sweaty gym clothes, sitting in my filthy house-posting.  What the hell is my problem?  I will tell you-Stephenie Meyer!  I just finished her third book, Eclipse, and that pretty much sums up what I have done in the past 2 days.  And if finishing the book wasn't enough, I now feel the need to publicly post my feelings about a novel....what has come over me?  I am sure you could find a zillion blog posts about this book.  Why are we so obsessed?  Why has it taken over my life?  Why do I, mother of three, daydream about vampires? (sorry, not werewolves, Jacob totally bugs).  Why do I endure constant teasing from my husband about my obsession with Edward?  Stephenie Meyer is amazing.  Some may read her books and say "Meh, its okay, not the best written novel ever...." but then explain to me why we are all so obsessed!!!!  Madness aside, it was a great book, enjoyed every minute...I'm not so jazzed about Jacob but whatever.....Edward was amazing as usual.  I also love Emmett, he is my favorite after Edward.  I can't wait until next fall to let my life wait on pause again as I read another saga in Bella Swan's life, she better get over the marriage thing BTW, give me a break.  Well I better go find my kids....just kidding. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-8255623556130650343?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/8255623556130650343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=8255623556130650343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8255623556130650343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/8255623556130650343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-3627400773875948363</id><published>2007-08-11T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:48:49.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naming baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babynaming123.com/images/baby_names/baby_names_250x251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.babynaming123.com/images/baby_names/baby_names_250x251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was leaving the gym yesterday, picking Sophie up from the gymcare, and I was asking the girl who works there about her little boy.  She told me his name was Sam.  I mentioned that Sam is my brother's name and that I think it is a really cute name.  She then rolled her eyes and said, "I know, but it wasn't popular, that's why we chose it and now everyone is using it."  I hate to be rude but Puh-lease!  I think this attitude is becoming a HUGE pet peeve of mine.  I don't care who you are unless you name your kid some crazy made up name like Jkue (I just typed random letters), it wasn't your idea and I hate to break it to you if the name becomes popular, it wasn't because of you, unless you're TomKat or Brange.  When we named our oldest Isabella, it wasn't really that common, but now it is.  I would like to pride myself in thinking that I started the trend, but in reality my choice was just the beginning of a trend.  I guess I should just be a little more tolerant and not let stuff like this bug me, but it does.  Can't we just consider ourselves clever for being at the beginning of a trend instead on thinking we started it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-3627400773875948363?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/3627400773875948363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=3627400773875948363' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3627400773875948363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/3627400773875948363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/naming-baby.html' title='naming baby'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-1015737376699292327</id><published>2007-08-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:44:31.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California followed us home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urseldesign.com/danapoint/images/ocean2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.urseldesign.com/danapoint/images/ocean2sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE California, don't get me wrong.  The weather is perfect, we have amazing friends who live there, it is ALWAYS green, Disneyland, the beach....I could go on and on BUT I seriously think the state followed us when we moved back to Utah.  I know you are thinking...."Seth and Angie aren't that cool, why would a state follow them home?" But it did.  Here is the evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21-I know this store is pretty much everywhere now but it has always "belonged" to CA&lt;br /&gt;House Prices-they are not as bad, but give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;Cars- in California we would always say stuff like, "I just want to see a regular car, in Utah you never see so many expensive cars"  Now you do.  &lt;br /&gt;Air quality-I would guess that Orange County actually had better air quality than the Salt Lake Valley now.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic-I don't care what anyone says, it is just as bad or worse.  I would actually say worse.  We need more roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining but it is kind of crazy to move back to the place you grew up and have it seem like the place you left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okland-const.com/images/PRI%20Block%2076%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.okland-const.com/images/PRI%20Block%2076%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely changing the subject-Seth is one of the Project engineers over block 76 (the crossroads remodel) and I am so excited because we get to stay in the Marriott next week and watch them blow up the Key Bank Tower.....we are really looking forward to it, I think mostly because after the implosion maybe we will see him more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing-President Faust.  What a great man.  I loved his talk last conference on Forgiveness.  "Let us remember that we need to forgive to be forgiven."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RryGpLzGzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKTrCm8r0AU/s1600-h/3242146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RryGpLzGzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKTrCm8r0AU/s320/3242146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097096920376463122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-1015737376699292327?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/1015737376699292327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=1015737376699292327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1015737376699292327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/1015737376699292327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/california-followed-us-home.html' title='California followed us home'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RryGpLzGzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKTrCm8r0AU/s72-c/3242146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7342420698460367469</id><published>2007-08-06T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:37:09.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls/Hairspray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBO7zGztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzgS6Bg3lKI/s1600-h/DSCN0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBO7zGztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzgS6Bg3lKI/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095683596963204818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBPbzGzuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5JN0aZGq2XI/s1600-h/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBPbzGzuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5JN0aZGq2XI/s320/DSCN0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095683605553139426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBPbzGzvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FXJiIpTfba8/s1600-h/th-hs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBPbzGzvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FXJiIpTfba8/s320/th-hs6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095683605553139442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought these pictures were adorable.  Isabella and Sophia look so cute in their dance outfits.  Sophie hasn't started dance yet but she loves to dance around and wear Isabella's old leotards and shoes.  Their new favorite thing to do together is listen to the Hairspray movie cast recording and dance around.  Bella always wants to be Amber Von Tussle.  She likes them snotty!  BTW go see Hairspray.  It is fabulous.  I loved every minute of it.  I know that sounds really predictable of me but I haven't really liked many recent movie musicals and I only went to this because I didn't want to go to Transformers with Seth.  (He took Carson to that and I took the girls to Hairspray).  John Travolta scared me at first but I thought his campy performance was brilliant at best.  Nikki Blonsky was so perfect, she was born for the role.  It is funny because I HATE this show but the movie made me a fan.  It is usually the opposite.  I could go on and on....Christopher Walken, always amazing, Zac Efron, meh, but Isabella was in love with her crush.  My crush of the movie, James Marsden, cute, cute, cute....(not as cute as Seth, but 2nd place)......go see it, it is a happy, great movie......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7342420698460367469?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7342420698460367469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7342420698460367469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7342420698460367469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7342420698460367469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/girlshairspray.html' title='The Girls/Hairspray'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RreBO7zGztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzgS6Bg3lKI/s72-c/DSCN0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7236127144997035344</id><published>2007-08-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:16:53.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RrDb9rzGzrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a5kVUXVavic/s1600-h/DSCN0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RrDb9rzGzrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a5kVUXVavic/s320/DSCN0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093813031331614386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RrDb-LzGzsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZyHOZuWGPhk/s1600-h/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RrDb-LzGzsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZyHOZuWGPhk/s320/DSCN0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093813039921548994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my kids are in year round school and today was Carson's first day of Kindergarten.  I love the picture of Sophie "congratulating" him.  I think he looks so handsome in his bright blue shirt ($6.99 at Target).  He didn't cry and proudly walked into his class with his new teacher Mrs. Karren.  I am so excited for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7236127144997035344?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7236127144997035344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7236127144997035344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7236127144997035344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7236127144997035344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RrDb9rzGzrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a5kVUXVavic/s72-c/DSCN0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-2831781024093018779</id><published>2007-07-30T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:43:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6FwLzGzpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oKCwcN4EqXU/s1600-h/DSCN0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6FwLzGzpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oKCwcN4EqXU/s200/DSCN0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093155291449970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6FxbzGzqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xclX1CfwC9o/s1600-h/DSCN0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6FxbzGzqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xclX1CfwC9o/s200/DSCN0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093155312924806818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally copied a creative friend for Carson's 5th birthday party-I know it is tacky of me and I am so sorry Melissa, it was just to cute to resist!  We had a bug birthday, made bug hats, had a bug hunt, bugs, and more bugs.  Anywho, it was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-2831781024093018779?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/2831781024093018779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=2831781024093018779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2831781024093018779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/2831781024093018779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/07/carsons-birthday.html' title='Carson&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6FwLzGzpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oKCwcN4EqXU/s72-c/DSCN0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-7337729033294813578</id><published>2007-07-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:36:32.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6DXbzGzoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3zFbU0GWCjE/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6DXbzGzoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3zFbU0GWCjE/s400/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093152667224952450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin Trisdan and I are about 8 months apart.  We have always been great friends and when we were little we always told people we were "twin cousins".  The great thing is, we are not twins, but as we were talking the other weekend we laughed remembering that we really thought we were.  We remembered going to the 4th of July parade in Provo when we were about 10 in twin outfits and thinking people might get us mixed up, what a crazy time that would be?!?!  As much as I would love being Trisdan's twin, she is absolutely gorgeous, we are not, I think we just watched a little too much Parent Trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-7337729033294813578?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/7337729033294813578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=7337729033294813578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7337729033294813578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/7337729033294813578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/07/twin-cousins.html' title='Twin Cousins'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6DXbzGzoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3zFbU0GWCjE/s72-c/DSCN0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4366333525793553852</id><published>2007-07-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:25:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 80th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6BGLzGzmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cKaqwghqszQ/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6BGLzGzmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cKaqwghqszQ/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150171848953442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6BGbzGznI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JiYXpWF-s2E/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6BGbzGznI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JiYXpWF-s2E/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150176143920754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my family had a huge get-together for my Grandma Boyle.  She turned 80 last month and all of the family went to Monticello (1 hour south of Moab...kidnapped bride....) to celebrate.  It was fabulous.  My Grandma is the most lovely person you would ever meet.  I can hardly believe she is 80, she is still so "with it" and seems at least 60!  The first night all of the adults went to eat at a steak house by Canyonlands.  It was really fun.  The ambiance really made it a fun place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day was the city parade so we all went to that and Isabella was able to participate with my uncle's "float" for his newspaper, the San Juan Record, (he just started putting it online btw so if anyone wants the inside scoop to the crazy county of San Juan the address is www.sjrnews.com).  After the parade we had family pictures and a barbecue, and watched a little video I made about Grandma's life.  The Boyle side of the family has always been close because there are only three brothers and 13 grankids so it was good to catch up and chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4366333525793553852?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4366333525793553852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4366333525793553852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4366333525793553852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4366333525793553852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-80th.html' title='Happy 80th!'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Rq6BGLzGzmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cKaqwghqszQ/s72-c/DSCN0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4438388133222174510</id><published>2007-07-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:29:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fBZPEveI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq0CqNXkmMc/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fBZPEveI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq0CqNXkmMc/s200/DSCN0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105506906488290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fB5PEvfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bsBdabSpyUg/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fB5PEvfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bsBdabSpyUg/s200/DSCN0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105515496422898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fCJPEvgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZxF5Y4wpaMk/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fCJPEvgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZxF5Y4wpaMk/s200/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105519791390210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fCpPEvhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QyCt2wPWXug/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fCpPEvhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QyCt2wPWXug/s200/DSCN0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105528381324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fC5PEviI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xzh5_Y0sjYA/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fC5PEviI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xzh5_Y0sjYA/s200/DSCN0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105532676292130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cW5PEvZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ar5CyT5lBMo/s1600-h/DSCN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cW5PEvZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ar5CyT5lBMo/s200/DSCN0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084102577738792338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cXZPEvaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GiXpXgxBGBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cXZPEvaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GiXpXgxBGBQ/s200/DSCN0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084102586328726946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cX5PEvbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ifdi7gF1570/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cX5PEvbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ifdi7gF1570/s200/DSCN0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084102594918661554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cYZPEvcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WyQhbz7gleE/s1600-h/DSCN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cYZPEvcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WyQhbz7gleE/s200/DSCN0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084102603508596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cY5PEvdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N5QTn7DD7ZA/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5cY5PEvdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N5QTn7DD7ZA/s200/DSCN0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084102612098530770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new camera.  I am a little trigger happy.  The past few days have been crazy.  Fourth of July: Swimming at Veterans Pool, picnic in the park..... Lagoon with Grandma King:  Hottest day of my life, Isabella went on crazy rides and I thought she was going to die, Sophia threw-up in my hand, got my fix of carnies for the year.....Carson's Birthday: New bike, I can't believe I have a 5 year old and he is my SECOND child.  Enjoy the pictures, I love that Sophie is such a cheeser.  On a movie side note:  The movie GHOSTRIDER should have received an academy award for best screenplay-NOT!  Worst movie of the year so far.  Lastly, Congratulations Lisa for joining the world of blogging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4438388133222174510?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4438388133222174510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4438388133222174510' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4438388133222174510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4438388133222174510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-new-toy.html' title='I have a new toy'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/Ro5fBZPEveI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq0CqNXkmMc/s72-c/DSCN0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-4987521250842115841</id><published>2007-06-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:51:18.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bunshine.com/images/adviceMeasure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.bunshine.com/images/adviceMeasure2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by some things and experiences I have had lately I want to vent.  I think one of my biggest pet peeves is when people act like they have everything figured out.  The best way for me to illustrate this is going back to either a baby shower or bridal shower.  For example, you open present "A" maybe some baby einstein dvds (baby shower), or some lingerie (parenthesis should not be necessary to label shower type) you look up at your audience of guests to say thank you to gift giver and everyone has to say annoying "know it all" comments like "That lingerie isn't really for you" chuckle chuckle (add eyes rolling in knowingness from commenter) or "those dvds are bad for your babies reading development, you really need to be careful about how much tv watching your baby does...." blah blah blah.  The trouble for me is that these types of events naturally foster advice and by having a shower you are asking for it in some way.  You think that after you are married or after you have kids the advice will slow down...but NO!  I feel like there are some people who thrive on giving advice, especially when they think they have it all figured out.  Seth and I, through life experiences lately have learned that you NEVER have it all figured out.  I look at my father-in-law who passed away almost three years ago this August.  He was an amazing man.  He scored a 35 on the ACT.  He graduated cum laude from the 5 year dual MBA/accounting program at BYU and then went on to be a partner at a prestigious accounting firm.  He was involved publicly and was a respected community leader. At age 37 he was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  Someone who seemingly had everything going for them received a huge blow.  On a side note however he does not fit into the pet peeve category because he DID NOT act like he had everything figured out.  I just get frustrated with people who experience success on some level in their lives and feel like that entitles them to give you advice.  Its not like I don't need advice but if I don't knock, I don't need an answer.  I guess I am just kind of rambling and not really going anywhere but if there is one thing I can say to sum it all up is that I am going to make sure that I let everyone have their life experiences without being the girl at the shower who knows everything about raising children, changing diapers, and making bottles.  We never know what will happen in our lives and I don't want to end up with my foot in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-4987521250842115841?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/4987521250842115841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=4987521250842115841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4987521250842115841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/4987521250842115841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-advice.html' title='Life Advice'/><author><name>King Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10711046988630918840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://www.marysplantfarm.com/_photos/wildflowers/twinleaf_flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32359970.post-9089153351895972087</id><published>2007-06-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:17:25.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3HPPZRI/AAAAAAAAADk/7RH8f1BIXec/s1600-h/679694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3HPPZRI/AAAAAAAAADk/7RH8f1BIXec/s200/679694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454916719666450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZSI/AAAAAAAAADs/zR7sO_ZVhQ8/s1600-h/backyardgarage_40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZSI/AAAAAAAAADs/zR7sO_ZVhQ8/s200/backyardgarage_40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454921014633762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KBRNybrzVn0/s1600-h/diningarea_40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KBRNybrzVn0/s200/diningarea_40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454921014633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D1pJ07lPBt8/s1600-h/livingroom_40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3XPPZUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D1pJ07lPBt8/s200/livingroom_40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454921014633794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3nPPZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aaVBWXcRbzs/s1600-h/kitchen_40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PWgdUMp9k_s/RmwV3nPPZVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aaVBWXcRbzs/s200/kitchen_40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454925309601106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the house we just bought.  We moved in yesterday and we are really excited.  We are repainting the kitchen, the red is a little too much.  Maybe just one wall?  Anyway we are really excited, Daybreak should be a fun place for our family.  &lt;br /&gt;PS The pics are from the MLS so that isn't our furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32359970-9089153351895972087?l=blondemama98.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondemama98.blogspot.com/feeds/9089153351895972087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32359970&amp;postID=9089153351895972087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9089153351895972087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32359970/posts/default/9089153351895972087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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