<?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-1590274237056552843</id><updated>2012-01-30T10:21:48.059-07:00</updated><category term='Router'/><title type='text'>Hoylelicious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8961844382357818266</id><published>2011-12-27T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:25:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and the Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I know I need to do a Christmas post, but it is taking way to long to download pictures so instead you get the Princess and her Pea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Most Princesses put peas under their matresses to prove they are a princess..&amp;nbsp; Kairi she puts them up her nose!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCMXGWQxbCo/TvqLBaLDeEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pBisuO3O5jE/s1600/P1040053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCMXGWQxbCo/TvqLBaLDeEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pBisuO3O5jE/s320/P1040053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep see that little green in that little nose, thats a nice size PEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So off to insta care I went.&amp;nbsp; It was to far up there for me to do anything about it.&amp;nbsp; They have this great little tool that they use for﻿ removing ear wax, well it also removes PEAS quite well.&amp;nbsp; They told me they use it often, peas are a popular item up kids nose.&amp;nbsp; $91 later we have the pea removed.&amp;nbsp; All I could was laugh at her it was so funny.&amp;nbsp; She was a trooper until they had to get it out then she cried.&amp;nbsp; But she isn't afraid of peas she actually wanted more when we got home, NO I DIDN"T GIVE HER ANY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8961844382357818266?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8961844382357818266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8961844382357818266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8961844382357818266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8961844382357818266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/12/princess-and-pea.html' title='Princess and the Pea'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCMXGWQxbCo/TvqLBaLDeEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pBisuO3O5jE/s72-c/P1040053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4498649702567106994</id><published>2011-10-30T14:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:28:54.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast is served</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UuT4-fq_8qc/Tq2zOuL-3XI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ba__DYzbHb0/s1600/P1030568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UuT4-fq_8qc/Tq2zOuL-3XI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ba__DYzbHb0/s320/P1030568.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much think I better&amp;nbsp;write a Parenting Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm what would I title it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4498649702567106994?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4498649702567106994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4498649702567106994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4498649702567106994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4498649702567106994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/10/breakfast-is-served.html' title='Breakfast is served'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UuT4-fq_8qc/Tq2zOuL-3XI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ba__DYzbHb0/s72-c/P1030568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6903288904606266488</id><published>2011-10-30T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:48:19.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;What an amazing trip this was!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Cody + Zion + laughing non stop + amazing weather + Amazing scenery = Best week ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;I conquered my fear that week.&amp;nbsp; I walked up this:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Angels Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsN5VdL02Rs/Tq2s_UN3W5I/AAAAAAAABHg/9zlSZjULzs0/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh don't worry thats a chain you get to hold on to, with a 1000+ drop on the other side, at points the drop off was on both sides of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fv_RK3AHczE/Tq2qy4Gj0hI/AAAAAAAABGg/nPoKkANtCZM/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fv_RK3AHczE/Tq2qy4Gj0hI/AAAAAAAABGg/nPoKkANtCZM/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scaled a mountain FAST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---0jrHI6xns/Tq2tf4UmZxI/AAAAAAAABH4/uTQkCeuUfIY/s1600/IMG_2509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---0jrHI6xns/Tq2tf4UmZxI/AAAAAAAABH4/uTQkCeuUfIY/s320/IMG_2509.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPITGxb09S0/Tq2qi8aI_bI/AAAAAAAABGY/toq5VwLjrso/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPITGxb09S0/Tq2qi8aI_bI/AAAAAAAABGY/toq5VwLjrso/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made it to the top of Angels Landing, we made it in record amount of time.&amp;nbsp; Well for us, specially being the first time we were on this hike.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was an angel on angels landing...without becoming a dead angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h79Scz_kaQ/Tq2tRt4M9yI/AAAAAAAABHw/8ejCk0lGyuM/s1600/IMG_2533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h79Scz_kaQ/Tq2tRt4M9yI/AAAAAAAABHw/8ejCk0lGyuM/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tapped Angels Landing, Patrick was there he knows!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWCoo_3DMG4/Tq2rCR3qX8I/AAAAAAAABGo/vO-kxpQjEQk/s1600/IMG_1507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWCoo_3DMG4/Tq2rCR3qX8I/AAAAAAAABGo/vO-kxpQjEQk/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was an incredible view once you got to the top of Angels Landing.&amp;nbsp; But the wind was blowing, and it was cold and I knew what I had to hike back down...and I was still nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uN0omzDmIg/Tq2tJAD8UEI/AAAAAAAABHo/Q6RRe7wTXAI/s1600/IMG_2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uN0omzDmIg/Tq2tJAD8UEI/AAAAAAAABHo/Q6RRe7wTXAI/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What you go up you must go down.&amp;nbsp; This is how pretty much I looked coming down the entire thing, all you see is the top of my head.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't stop I wouldn't look around because if I stopped and saw what was around me I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep going.&amp;nbsp; So as a famous fish once said "just keep moving, just keep moving"&amp;nbsp; Thanks Dori, you were an amazing Motivation.&amp;nbsp; Oh and Thanks to Cody for being an amazing motivation as well I couldn't have done it without you....and yes you to Patrick glad we conquered together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I'll have to go again to see what I missed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Observation Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKSwGnBy9oM/Tq2rkkYeoCI/AAAAAAAABG4/1KcoHTPI1XA/s1600/IMG_1524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKSwGnBy9oM/Tq2rkkYeoCI/AAAAAAAABG4/1KcoHTPI1XA/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was confused on if we go up or down...but there was a crease in the middle of Witchita.&amp;nbsp; I kept telling him, don't fold the map!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A61JY-KA228/Tq2rRpeC3oI/AAAAAAAABGw/O_b4T-BPhGc/s1600/IMG_1522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A61JY-KA228/Tq2rRpeC3oI/AAAAAAAABGw/O_b4T-BPhGc/s320/IMG_1522.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing East Canyon we got to go through to get to Observation Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLs8LWPrg9U/Tq2sL9wIdCI/AAAAAAAABHI/7WHI4VDxWlQ/s1600/IMG_1548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLs8LWPrg9U/Tq2sL9wIdCI/AAAAAAAABHI/7WHI4VDxWlQ/s320/IMG_1548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could have stood on the top of that Mountain all day and looked over the Valley.&amp;nbsp; It was Amazing and so peaceful.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful creation we have right in our own back yard.&amp;nbsp; Good thing it only took me 29 years to see this all!&amp;nbsp; Good thing Cody kidnapped me and told me I was doing this hike with him!&amp;nbsp; Good thing the day before we accidentally stumbled upon this path while trying to find Weeping Rock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6V7heV1xMY/Tq2s0WidjBI/AAAAAAAABHY/8pbkXZsbRUw/s1600/IMG_1567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6V7heV1xMY/Tq2s0WidjBI/AAAAAAAABHY/8pbkXZsbRUw/s320/IMG_1567.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtpAwgjiNsQ/Tq2r2A1mfdI/AAAAAAAABHA/NVjkdI8O_Ng/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtpAwgjiNsQ/Tq2r2A1mfdI/AAAAAAAABHA/NVjkdI8O_Ng/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9TT-5LOYNM/Tq2slSaSf8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/V0kCTLcpBco/s1600/IMG_1550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9TT-5LOYNM/Tq2slSaSf8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/V0kCTLcpBco/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Angels Landing from the top of Observation Point - yeah it looks so little and like its nothing!!&amp;nbsp; But see that strip going all the way across?&amp;nbsp; Yep thats what&amp;nbsp;WE crossed with a chain as&amp;nbsp;our guide.&amp;nbsp; That hike is the adreniline rush of hikes, Observation Point is the hike of hikes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q5_c10aP1o/Tq2tsywzl-I/AAAAAAAABIA/wTKMQC3cnXQ/s1600/P1030460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q5_c10aP1o/Tq2tsywzl-I/AAAAAAAABIA/wTKMQC3cnXQ/s320/P1030460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our furry little friend...oh Im sorry one of MANY of our furry little friends.&amp;nbsp; He was just hungry and wanted to find food.&amp;nbsp; I squeeled when he got on my leg, he tickled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cody was trying to take one home by trapping it his trail mix bag - could he help it if the chipmunk got in it all by himself.&amp;nbsp; Dont worry we checked all our bags to make sure we didn't have a hitchiker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIYA96zxzhs/Tq2t4LRCRSI/AAAAAAAABII/BH6ummj5iTc/s1600/P1030435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIYA96zxzhs/Tq2t4LRCRSI/AAAAAAAABII/BH6ummj5iTc/s320/P1030435.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By Emerald Pools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So many amazing experiences this trip.&amp;nbsp; Right after we took this picture by the pool we started to the Grotto and his shirt is from the Hard Rock in New Mexico.&amp;nbsp; We happened to pass a couple that was from New Mexico and of course thats like a conversation starter.&amp;nbsp; But he fought fires there this summer and he told them that and they looked at him gave him a big hand shake and Thanked him for all his hard work.&amp;nbsp; For saving so many of there "things" it was an amazing experience to be witnessing I wanted to hug all 3 of them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just one of many of the experiences we had while there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I conquered my fear and proofed to myself and otheres that I could hike Angels Landing.&amp;nbsp; I laughed more those 4 days, more than I ever remember laughing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I left Kairi over night well many nights for the first time with Grandma and I&amp;nbsp;only called twice!&amp;nbsp;I had such an amazing trip Thanks Cody for being a part of it, well letting me be apart of it I did&amp;nbsp;invite myself, or did you kidnap me:?&amp;nbsp; I don't remember... either way - &amp;nbsp; Until our next adventrure..... 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(okay so I don't) So here is a wrap up since July.... Now you can see us, and know what we have been up to. Or you could just come see us more :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9KqsmDMkH4/To0vOd215EI/AAAAAAAABAg/O-73XZ3W4_E/s1600/P1020754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660232232253908034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9KqsmDMkH4/To0vOd215EI/AAAAAAAABAg/O-73XZ3W4_E/s320/P1020754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UJYGlTymew/To0wGgLqmwI/AAAAAAAABAw/S8JUazXsdF8/s1600/P1020761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660233194950793986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UJYGlTymew/To0wGgLqmwI/AAAAAAAABAw/S8JUazXsdF8/s320/P1020761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a Party, cause you know I turned one, and got a lot of presents &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UtoNjxaB58/To0vydqj-WI/AAAAAAAABAo/RvW2Jt7_gyQ/s1600/P1020803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660232850677692770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UtoNjxaB58/To0vydqj-WI/AAAAAAAABAo/RvW2Jt7_gyQ/s320/P1020803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgRk4tJyZa8/To0wjyFXziI/AAAAAAAABA4/xeFjhgNQZbI/s1600/P1020849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660233697972440610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgRk4tJyZa8/To0wjyFXziI/AAAAAAAABA4/xeFjhgNQZbI/s320/P1020849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to eat Cake, YUM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbAHZrOi9to/To005BK3CWI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_pQVro3TUg/s1600/P1030009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660238460845754722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbAHZrOi9to/To005BK3CWI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_pQVro3TUg/s320/P1030009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zLQe2Drk0M/To00f5dtZ5I/AAAAAAAABBg/hsivp9Orhx4/s1600/P1020983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660238029280602002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zLQe2Drk0M/To00f5dtZ5I/AAAAAAAABBg/hsivp9Orhx4/s320/P1020983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIOva2dkvo8/To00Pvyn-LI/AAAAAAAABBY/wAOdwXlpBjY/s1600/P1020964%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660237751806064818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIOva2dkvo8/To00Pvyn-LI/AAAAAAAABBY/wAOdwXlpBjY/s320/P1020964%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGzIikgtHM/To0z-0nJHrI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZXKwK9-XX94/s1600/P1020969%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660237461042306738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGzIikgtHM/To0z-0nJHrI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZXKwK9-XX94/s320/P1020969%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Montana for my FIRST Parker Family Reunion. What a C R A Z Y Bunch!! Got to sleep in a tent, and play in the lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned how to walk right after this trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoZqlnBZVDU/To0uKs1VuxI/AAAAAAAABAI/wDaWcJ-xFz4/s1600/P1020671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660231068043033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoZqlnBZVDU/To0uKs1VuxI/AAAAAAAABAI/wDaWcJ-xFz4/s320/P1020671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Swimming with Mom a lot, I love the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfyUd_nzta0/To0tXdZLSEI/AAAAAAAABAA/IvBmhk11ulQ/s1600/P1020691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660230187725047874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfyUd_nzta0/To0tXdZLSEI/AAAAAAAABAA/IvBmhk11ulQ/s320/P1020691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found time for a bath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCLtEvB63AQ/To024QTGekI/AAAAAAAABBw/VRwQcFSJtXs/s1600/P1020657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660240646750239298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCLtEvB63AQ/To024QTGekI/AAAAAAAABBw/VRwQcFSJtXs/s320/P1020657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fMkV5TlVHU/To0tHn8mFII/AAAAAAAAA_4/4Jfb9juV1w4/s1600/P1020892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660229915680052354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fMkV5TlVHU/To0tHn8mFII/AAAAAAAAA_4/4Jfb9juV1w4/s320/P1020892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to take rides with my boyfriend Korver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vk7qmlgSnVg/To0suI_6VFI/AAAAAAAAA_w/noEO71k8g0M/s1600/P1020942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660229477875733586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vk7qmlgSnVg/To0suI_6VFI/AAAAAAAAA_w/noEO71k8g0M/s320/P1020942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hide really well from Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7CCn_bpa_k/To0sZ1L01sI/AAAAAAAAA_o/88W3G6jVwH4/s1600/P1020913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660229128959612610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7CCn_bpa_k/To0sZ1L01sI/AAAAAAAAA_o/88W3G6jVwH4/s320/P1020913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to ride, umm stand on my bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi3dzjjobQA/To0rjHKhnmI/AAAAAAAAA_g/kq3gh3cf7ns/s1600/P1030275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660228188893191778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi3dzjjobQA/To0rjHKhnmI/AAAAAAAAA_g/kq3gh3cf7ns/s320/P1030275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take care of my own laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5_VaJ9Jdmo/To0zJWhN7dI/AAAAAAAABBI/nFUd1NZ-V0Y/s1600/P1030115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660236542431325650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5_VaJ9Jdmo/To0zJWhN7dI/AAAAAAAABBI/nFUd1NZ-V0Y/s320/P1030115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Plane ride. Destination: Denver Colorado Aug 11, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYepLSY_UDY/To0yfY91SyI/AAAAAAAABBA/J0xEdVnMX_Y/s1600/P1030120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660235821533711138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYepLSY_UDY/To0yfY91SyI/AAAAAAAABBA/J0xEdVnMX_Y/s320/P1030120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Denver For Kristen and Collins Wedding. Aww aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ5zry8IVSY/To0q-HzQrwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/RuzFsLspFtg/s1600/P1030156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660227553408888578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ5zry8IVSY/To0q-HzQrwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/RuzFsLspFtg/s320/P1030156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the wedding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHEJuXDmcNI/To0p2LYhCfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ND4zrbcbTac/s1600/P1030257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660226317419874802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHEJuXDmcNI/To0p2LYhCfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ND4zrbcbTac/s320/P1030257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-a5-ATcjjU/To03RJVJgTI/AAAAAAAABB4/Zi7jdCzNQb4/s1600/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660241074376507698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-a5-ATcjjU/To03RJVJgTI/AAAAAAAABB4/Zi7jdCzNQb4/s320/P1030263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight home...ohh wait the plane left without us. We got to stay in Denver one more day. Aug 14, 2011. But I learned all about the moving sidewalk FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAdi_cJAqgU/To06EOHoRGI/AAAAAAAABCY/6AKg26aJuPg/s1600/P1030317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660244150858564706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAdi_cJAqgU/To06EOHoRGI/AAAAAAAABCY/6AKg26aJuPg/s320/P1030317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlwLvEW_44c/To05w61X-bI/AAAAAAAABCQ/A3WZSogH_x0/s1600/P1030342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660243819264211378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlwLvEW_44c/To05w61X-bI/AAAAAAAABCQ/A3WZSogH_x0/s320/P1030342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read books! In a chair, in a tub, anywhere sam I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZIcUBwIZQ/To05bFP5TPI/AAAAAAAABCI/ZxwjGskkBus/s1600/P1030385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660243444102679794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNZIcUBwIZQ/To05bFP5TPI/AAAAAAAABCI/ZxwjGskkBus/s320/P1030385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady sticks are so much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxmt-H6ejHY/To05DC3iYVI/AAAAAAAABCA/kn06bqTPr8k/s1600/P1030332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660243031146783058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxmt-H6ejHY/To05DC3iYVI/AAAAAAAABCA/kn06bqTPr8k/s320/P1030332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Wd0ns_k34/To0ngTooCqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/e_0NleBWscA/s1600/P1030371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660223742654548642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Wd0ns_k34/To0ngTooCqI/AAAAAAAAA-o/e_0NleBWscA/s320/P1030371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I Finally found the movie I was looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgYc__pfF1g/To0lx7evFUI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Zx84pp-nB_k/s1600/P1030321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660221846385005890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgYc__pfF1g/To0lx7evFUI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Zx84pp-nB_k/s320/P1030321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Router, he needs pictures too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you feel the love. We had a great BUSY summer, I just stink at blogging about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2375442785968783536?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2375442785968783536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2375442785968783536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2375442785968783536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2375442785968783536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-jeanette.html' title='For Jeanette'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9KqsmDMkH4/To0vOd215EI/AAAAAAAABAg/O-73XZ3W4_E/s72-c/P1020754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4204602497132181849</id><published>2011-07-18T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:55:45.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>How did you go from this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jnJ2fjyKKE/TiT9o8mmfOI/AAAAAAAAA94/EG5lxsKG2NI/s1600/DSC_8330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630904314024590562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jnJ2fjyKKE/TiT9o8mmfOI/AAAAAAAAA94/EG5lxsKG2NI/s320/DSC_8330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO THIS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VODW-LLGU9I/TiT-6HuNGyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jRCCrBJPJQI/s1600/P1020811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630905708578675490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VODW-LLGU9I/TiT-6HuNGyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jRCCrBJPJQI/s320/P1020811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure I blinked and you were already one!! How this past year has flown by and you have grown up so much, learned so much, and taught me so much. Kairi we love you and I am blessed to have you join my life one year ago today!! We love you more than you will ever know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAIRI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(birthday pictures to come soon..check back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4204602497132181849?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4204602497132181849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4204602497132181849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4204602497132181849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4204602497132181849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jnJ2fjyKKE/TiT9o8mmfOI/AAAAAAAAA94/EG5lxsKG2NI/s72-c/DSC_8330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2331058813733185168</id><published>2011-07-05T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:41:47.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LET FREEDOM RING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Growing up we listened to alot of Neil Diamond so the 4th of July always brings back singing Comin' to America... Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast this 4th of July thanks to our friends Wendy and Nate. They were kind of enough to invite us to their BBQ. We had alot of fun!!! GOOD food, good company, good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh at these 2.... they are 3 weeks apart, Kairi being older (but wouldn't know it by looking at them) But man he couldn't do anything right. If he touched her she would scream, if he would get to close she would scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN8tBzv288o/ThPV4sfV-EI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x0RDG2AYgQs/s1600/P1020644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626075529507895362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN8tBzv288o/ThPV4sfV-EI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x0RDG2AYgQs/s320/P1020644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now Korver on the other hand, He couldn't do anything WRONG!! He had her laughing so hard, he played with her, she would follow him around, she would get mad when he would leave... then he gave her a ride on his 4 wheeler... Heaven on earth! She just rode along like it was nothing pretty much the cutest kids right there all three of them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl49lOZC9Ho/ThPXM-rZvgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/69m2K2kgMaA/s1600/P1020657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626076977499323906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl49lOZC9Ho/ThPXM-rZvgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/69m2K2kgMaA/s320/P1020657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-XGHTwxBlY/ThPYNW0jNdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/inlLZT3YBp8/s1600/P1020651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626078083491771858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-XGHTwxBlY/ThPYNW0jNdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/inlLZT3YBp8/s320/P1020651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;playing Croquet... if anyone asks I won (just don't ask Kelly)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After dinner we headed home to put the little one to bed. But our neighborhood sure didn't go to bed, fireworks from EVERY angle, all over the place. Having fireworks that can go in the air legal this year...everyone took advantage of it. It was great for me cause I didn't have to spend any money on them. So we just out with our neighbors in the street watching fireworks from every where. Then I started to get eaten alive by bugs... the bugs are really bad this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So Happy 4th of July! A special thanks to all those serving our country making it possible to live in the land of the free and the brave. We can't thank you enough for all yoru sacrifice!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2331058813733185168?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2331058813733185168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2331058813733185168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2331058813733185168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2331058813733185168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN8tBzv288o/ThPV4sfV-EI/AAAAAAAAA9g/x0RDG2AYgQs/s72-c/P1020644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5483335039458392165</id><published>2011-06-30T17:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:04:33.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals to Helicopters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had quite the day yesterday!! Met up with my brother and sister in law for some haircuts, waxing and BBQ at there house. Its always a good time watching Kelly get his nose hairs waxed. Then they suggested we go to Wheeler Farm. Of all the years I have lived here I don't ever remember ever going to Wheeler Farm!! WOW that place is so much fun! We fed ducks, petted goats, fed geese, saw rabbits, and horses (who had the farts) and cows, and wow that place is fun!! Kairi loved all the animals and wasn't scared like when we saw the baby chicks at IFA. Yes she was afraid of the baby chicks at IFA what a weird child, but she was okay to sit on my lap as I fed a goose, a honking goose!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK6pMPPbnF4/Tg0IReEp_EI/AAAAAAAAA8w/su9BEwwn7TU/s1600/P1020567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624160605879008322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK6pMPPbnF4/Tg0IReEp_EI/AAAAAAAAA8w/su9BEwwn7TU/s320/P1020567.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_WbCt3mILs/Tg0KRGBuNgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3qM4fWP8hQo/s1600/P1020571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624162798447506946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_WbCt3mILs/Tg0KRGBuNgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3qM4fWP8hQo/s320/P1020571.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to take a baby duck home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBgGpRzRmK0/Tg0J-GNiirI/AAAAAAAAA9A/qW15SevbALM/s1600/P1020574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624162472079559346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBgGpRzRmK0/Tg0J-GNiirI/AAAAAAAAA9A/qW15SevbALM/s320/P1020574.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_YEjzyxzAA/Tg0KdGWipvI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/XA_c0rb5xwo/s1600/P1020579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624163004693260018" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_YEjzyxzAA/Tg0KdGWipvI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/XA_c0rb5xwo/s320/P1020579.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think she was trying to make the face of a goat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j08gVHoAFQw/Tg0KuJEg5DI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wL41H4gOjwY/s1600/P1020589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624163297480729650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j08gVHoAFQw/Tg0KuJEg5DI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wL41H4gOjwY/s320/P1020589.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the farm Cody was flying in from Canada on his way down south to a fire. So we got to meet him at the airport and take a little tour of his helicopter and see what he "says" he does at work. I would not enjoy flying long distances in the back of a helicopter, talk about close uncomfortable quarters. I guess thats why he is the pilot and get the comfy seat. But needless to say we had fun goofing on, the other firefighters probably thought we were weirdos, but who doesn't? Kairi was tired, and hungry and didn't want anyone but Mom but she still seemed to like being in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So thanks Cody for letting us come see you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxhy2549w80/Tg0H75OLJ3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/ysCyzdPpahQ/s1600/P1020614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624160235209566066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxhy2549w80/Tg0H75OLJ3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/ysCyzdPpahQ/s320/P1020614.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dX3AMiqthdI/Tg0GzN-RZAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/SJhyRLgC5uM/s1600/P1020609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624158986649560066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dX3AMiqthdI/Tg0GzN-RZAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/SJhyRLgC5uM/s320/P1020609.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how they repel out of the helicopter?! okay maybe not even close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhHYOmBVbLk/Tg0GeP8l70I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VimWhBpbIdQ/s1600/P1020604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624158626402135874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhHYOmBVbLk/Tg0GeP8l70I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VimWhBpbIdQ/s320/P1020604.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to laugh at this picture, my brother in the background!!!! AH AH AHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again Cody!&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/1590274237056552843-5483335039458392165?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5483335039458392165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5483335039458392165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5483335039458392165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5483335039458392165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/animals-to-helicopters.html' title='Animals to Helicopters'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK6pMPPbnF4/Tg0IReEp_EI/AAAAAAAAA8w/su9BEwwn7TU/s72-c/P1020567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6375820185620140224</id><published>2011-06-24T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:20:50.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertically on the move</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6220ac848a4e90" 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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D006220ac848a4e90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D712FFEEA4DCECF17A55D5836ED0A27722EC3DB11.81E6FFD17F1EA524C6140CDA7FC79D6C88341F8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6220ac848a4e90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZpHundz75rizWOfgNNvkX_YEZuM&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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D006220ac848a4e90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D712FFEEA4DCECF17A55D5836ED0A27722EC3DB11.81E6FFD17F1EA524C6140CDA7FC79D6C88341F8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6220ac848a4e90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZpHundz75rizWOfgNNvkX_YEZuM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep she is on the move!! She wouldnt let this toy out of her site once she started going. I might just have to get her one. She is growing up way to fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-6375820185620140224?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6375820185620140224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6375820185620140224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6375820185620140224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6375820185620140224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/vertically-on-move.html' title='Vertically on the move'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-9108651131622837510</id><published>2011-06-24T22:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:13:54.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't pee in the pool</title><content type='html'>Okay I have figured out the number one reason to have kids......&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU CAN PLAY WITH THERE TOYS AND FEEL COMPLETLY OKAY WITH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow its great, and man am I looking forward to many many more days of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzUwbVZOsy4/TgVrls1HHDI/AAAAAAAAA8I/my38bLyLK6A/s1600/P1020485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622018005275188274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzUwbVZOsy4/TgVrls1HHDI/AAAAAAAAA8I/my38bLyLK6A/s320/P1020485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yep thats me lounging in Kairis new pool we got her. She LOVES IT!!! We hook the hose up to the washer spout add a little warm water with the cool water... and WAHLA you have bath water in your outside pool and a happy kiddo!! I get to sit out in the sun, bask in the sunlight, sip my drink, relax all while Kairi is next to me laughing and playing playing in the pool. Man this is the life... why ever did I wait 7 years to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4pp1a41D2k/TgVuMgm1oSI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/iNSAKTte-n4/s1600/P1020488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622020871032250658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4pp1a41D2k/TgVuMgm1oSI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/iNSAKTte-n4/s320/P1020488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took the pool over to our friend Wendys house and let our kids play in the pool we were probably in there for a good 3 hours. I took Kairi out and she was just raisen foot. She grabbed her foot played with the raisens, look at me all confused then laughed. She is a water baby. Today my sister and I took out kids to a pool near her house, she was kicking her feet laughing at me. I would put her on the side of the pool and she would "jump" in to my arms and laugh. (well as much as she could jump/stand) We had a great day, can't wait for many more pool days this summer... to bad the warm weather started so LATE this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-9108651131622837510?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9108651131622837510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=9108651131622837510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/9108651131622837510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/9108651131622837510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-pee-in-pool.html' title='Don&apos;t pee in the pool'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzUwbVZOsy4/TgVrls1HHDI/AAAAAAAAA8I/my38bLyLK6A/s72-c/P1020485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3389885740001916444</id><published>2011-06-23T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:16:59.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRDS</title><content type='html'>Just because we are not collecting ants, doesn't mean I want to start collecting other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this bird didn't get that memo. I had a bird fly into my garage and make itself at home, so much it didn't want to leave. I had left my garage door open all day hopeing it would leave. By 10 pm it was curling up and going to sleep. I didn't want the little fellow to die in my hot garage during the night, or freak out and fly into something.. I didn't want to find a dead bird in the morning. I called Kelly at work and told him to pick up a birds cage..... he thought I was serious. NO more wild life!!! So with the help of my wonderful neighbor, a broom, a rake and a dust pan all bird catching material the bird finally swooped out the garage door. But not after much trouble and a few hits to the head on the wall, the ping pog table, the doll house... poor little guy. He flew into the tree and I told him to stay away from cats and rest. I hope he lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCpRV5fzcFU/TgQc9kbU42I/AAAAAAAAA8A/DQrNH_Iz5G0/s1600/P1020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621650078941111138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCpRV5fzcFU/TgQc9kbU42I/AAAAAAAAA8A/DQrNH_Iz5G0/s320/P1020476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3389885740001916444?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3389885740001916444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3389885740001916444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3389885740001916444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3389885740001916444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/birds.html' title='BIRDS'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCpRV5fzcFU/TgQc9kbU42I/AAAAAAAAA8A/DQrNH_Iz5G0/s72-c/P1020476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6595903344091345190</id><published>2011-06-23T22:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:11:12.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTS</title><content type='html'>So for fathers day Kelly decided he wanted to get an ant farm. He talked about this ant farm for days, telling me how cool it was as a kid and how he loved his. He even called him mom to see if she kept his ant farm (only cause she keeps EVERYTHING - love you Annette ) Well she didn't. I wasn't to sure about this ANT FARM... I mean there friggin ants! I squish ants with my shoe, I flick them with my finger, I spray them with bug killer there are annoying little pests and he wants to keep them in my house? Well one day he calls me on his way home from work and tells me he is going to buy an ant farm..... FINE!!! So it comes and boy is he ever excited hes like a kid again!! He puts it together and now he has to get ants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtl4_qdTJuA/TgQWy2ui9lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XQ0kIzzKON0/s1600/P1020448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621643297805235794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtl4_qdTJuA/TgQWy2ui9lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XQ0kIzzKON0/s320/P1020448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes this is a grown man using a paper to chase ants around my yard to put them in a bottle to put in his farm. First he tried to use tweezers... weird tweezers squish ants. So yes he is collecting ants. Then he decides that "sugar ants" or the ants you find around your house are lame and he doesn't want them. There to small and he wants the big ants! So up the hill he goes with the dog to find a ANT HILL. When they finally finds a hill Kelly has to collect the big ants.. and they bite. The dog tries to help and gets bit and gets all hot and wants to go home. So I find Kelly sitting in the kitchen with his ants he just collected watching them in his farm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLOvh8Oo0RM/TgQXgdBxwZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UeCN354ZzwM/s1600/P1020495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621644081180557714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLOvh8Oo0RM/TgQXgdBxwZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UeCN354ZzwM/s320/P1020495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I have to admit the ants are pretty cool they work hard, and fast and they are pretty fasinating. Have you ever sat and watched fish swim in a tank? You kind of get mesmerized by them.. thats how the farm is. It's actually pretty cool. So I was watching the ants and then they started to slow down and go to sleep. Well I was reading up on ants in ant blogs (yes there are blogs devoted to &lt;strong&gt;ANTS&lt;/strong&gt;) and people said that you have to open the top of the ant farms once in awhile to give the ants air but you have to be careful cause the ants will go up the top and try to get out. So as I sit and watch the ants, and see there sleeping I think hmm this is a good time to give them air. Well appartently those Ant bloggers have lame farms cause ours you don't have to open the top to give them air, the top has tiny tiny holes for air. Well I didn't know that so I open the little compartment and it falls in the ant farm!!! yeah I know! So Kelly and I are trying to get this little door out with a butter knife and tweezers because we don't have anything long enough to grab the door. Well I had the butter knife and the ants are freaking me out and running all over the place, trying climb up my knife all over the farm. I ruined there home, I diturbed there sleep. Well then I started freaking out cause they were trying to get out, and climbing all over, and I didn't want them to bite me! The trap door was finally retreived from the farm, but alas we had a few casulties, I had managed to squish at least 4 of the ants, and one was missing half of his body but was still walking around. If he survives we are calling him Elvis. So I am now banned from touching the ant farm with my hands, Im not allowed to feed the ants. I may look but not touch. Very tramatic experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do Happy Fathers Day Kelly you have your ants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ugn_0sLvgDY/TgQXwvqxOiI/AAAAAAAAA74/60VkIAD50n4/s1600/m%2Bpics%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621644361062234658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ugn_0sLvgDY/TgQXwvqxOiI/AAAAAAAAA74/60VkIAD50n4/s320/m%2Bpics%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AA5DU79Q0M/TgQUnbbaHFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sLURHEoStCk/s1600/P1020493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621640902475390034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AA5DU79Q0M/TgQUnbbaHFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sLURHEoStCk/s320/P1020493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this is is favorite part about Fathers Day. He loves that little girl, and boy does she love him!!! She is really great at giving kisses now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Fathers Day Kelly!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-6595903344091345190?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6595903344091345190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6595903344091345190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6595903344091345190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6595903344091345190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/ants.html' title='ANTS'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtl4_qdTJuA/TgQWy2ui9lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XQ0kIzzKON0/s72-c/P1020448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-47882560522991363</id><published>2011-06-23T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:32:26.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrums</title><content type='html'>Yes we have started the tantrum stage....where do they learn this??? OH man we now call Kairi the Kairi the velociraptor. Cause man this girl can scream like one!! I don't know what was with her this day, I was trying to get dinner ready so we could get to Red Butte Garden and all she wanted to do was scream at me. I was trying to keep her away from the hot oven, and make pizza dough, and listen to her scream HIGH PITCH for like 2 hours!! She would throw herself on the ground kick and scream and kick and scream. Finally I had to get the camera out and prove it to someone that she was acting like this. And everytime she saw the camera she would scream more then look at the camera and do it all over again like she was putting on a show! ohh man I wanted to give her away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7jF6HQwbtw/TgQQlwucljI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h9jZag0rvMw/s1600/P1020456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621636475786139186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7jF6HQwbtw/TgQQlwucljI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h9jZag0rvMw/s320/P1020456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thr7l_d9riE/TgQRtqKqUTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jZAPDMUXdtI/s1600/P1020458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621637710976012594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thr7l_d9riE/TgQRtqKqUTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jZAPDMUXdtI/s320/P1020458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we get to Red Butte Gardens and she is happy as a Lark. No tears, no fussing - all peaches and cream when Grandma is around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o26G7yPqRuY/TgQSjKN076I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Y6IxnnEOTJ0/s1600/P1020462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621638630112292770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o26G7yPqRuY/TgQSjKN076I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Y6IxnnEOTJ0/s320/P1020462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later on I did find that she had burned her little fingers on my oven, so that could have been part of the tantrums...but most of it was her being a raptor! So now we are starting to try something new. Everytime she decideds to yell at me I get the spray bottle and spray her in the face with a very fine mist of water and then camly tell her we don't scream then show her the sign language for whatever she wants or things she needs. Its a trying time... well see. No more raptor screams I might go crazy!! Having kids is just like raising a dog....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-47882560522991363?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/47882560522991363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=47882560522991363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/47882560522991363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/47882560522991363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/tantrums.html' title='Tantrums'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7jF6HQwbtw/TgQQlwucljI/AAAAAAAAA7I/h9jZag0rvMw/s72-c/P1020456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2011102541501512210</id><published>2011-06-23T22:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:16:59.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottish Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yep its that time again!! My family LOVES going to the scottish festivals - somewhere we have to be part Irish! And Kairi loves them just as much as we do! We had a lot of fun, she danced to all the bagpippers and was so interested in them playing. We had a had day the 2nd day we got there. I pulled up the festival and went to get her out and she had thrown up all over herself in her seat. PEAS EVERYWHERE!!! So here I sat with a naked baby trying to clean up peas.... blah not what I wanted to start my afternoon out with. But we made it and cleaned up and had a great time.... then she was sick that night - lots of sheet changing. Stupid stomach flu bug that has been going around hate it when Kairi gets it I never know how to truley help her. But alas we had a great Scottish Festival...and another first for Kairi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8ifLAZbYL4/TgQNZsOO2CI/AAAAAAAAA64/aiT7PZKArsA/s1600/P1020423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632969883965474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8ifLAZbYL4/TgQNZsOO2CI/AAAAAAAAA64/aiT7PZKArsA/s320/P1020423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her Uncle Russell - they were watching the bagpippers play..so intently watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TI9a3HsYaYw/TgQOJY4tW4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/MLqihJm4oi4/s1600/P1020425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621633789327137666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TI9a3HsYaYw/TgQOJY4tW4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/MLqihJm4oi4/s320/P1020425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is what they were watching and our favorite part. Actually this guy is Russells bagpip instructor ( I don't know if I am supposed to share that with people. I don't know anyone knows he takes classes or wants people to know so pretend you don't know) But oh man I could listen to them play all day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF3vM9TXJJY/TgQM9KftNfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/14VAeaYyxj0/s1600/P1020445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621632479794116082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF3vM9TXJJY/TgQM9KftNfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/14VAeaYyxj0/s320/P1020445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This year we hit the sauce a little early - gotta have our Bison Brew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Until Next year.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2011102541501512210?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2011102541501512210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2011102541501512210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2011102541501512210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2011102541501512210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/06/scottish-festival.html' title='Scottish Festival'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8ifLAZbYL4/TgQNZsOO2CI/AAAAAAAAA64/aiT7PZKArsA/s72-c/P1020423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5997331868119297809</id><published>2011-05-25T16:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:26:58.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April in review</title><content type='html'>April came and went with out me even knowing it!! WOW how time flies when your having fun. I don't know about anyone else but I have so much going on it feels like that I have slacked in my blogging department!! In our ward they told us to simplify our lives... I use that as my excuse for not blogging but I don't think my life is simplified at all. Were always coming and going in some direction. At least I get to spend it with Kairi and see and be with her as we experience this ride together. So much happened in April here is a short glimpse of April...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHPSKccAJ9w/Td2HB3SyCHI/AAAAAAAAA50/zlIYGzVObJs/s1600/P1020200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610789176865851506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHPSKccAJ9w/Td2HB3SyCHI/AAAAAAAAA50/zlIYGzVObJs/s320/P1020200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kairi decided she wanted to climb the stairs after watching kids run up and down them...so when they went up she decided to follow...so up she went. Now down thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_cfcKXJrvk/Td2Hs9NhVsI/AAAAAAAAA58/i1bedb12ybQ/s1600/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610789917188773570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_cfcKXJrvk/Td2Hs9NhVsI/AAAAAAAAA58/i1bedb12ybQ/s320/P1020220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had our first Easter... loved to play with all the eggs mom had out for decoration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEgkjCUyn34/Td2JEPhLCGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cCSxa93d4ek/s1600/P1020270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610791416751655010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEgkjCUyn34/Td2JEPhLCGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/cCSxa93d4ek/s320/P1020270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And wear the baskets on our head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLRMx72XRs/Td2JpGJULvI/AAAAAAAAA6M/FnJN7t9pAIc/s1600/P1020287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610792049890832114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLRMx72XRs/Td2JpGJULvI/AAAAAAAAA6M/FnJN7t9pAIc/s320/P1020287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Easter morning Mom sent Dad and Kairi on a Easter egg hunt to find their easter baskets. They had 12 clues they had to go through and each clue led them to a egg with a different clue. It took them about an hour to get through all my clues. Some were hard some were easy. Kairi sure was a good helper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CwTPjF5Pkw/Td2KtZE3UKI/AAAAAAAAA6U/X_l7tcLR5LI/s1600/P1020307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610793223203541154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CwTPjF5Pkw/Td2KtZE3UKI/AAAAAAAAA6U/X_l7tcLR5LI/s320/P1020307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally they had found there baskets... I had them hiding in the cedar chest. It was a fun way to have easter egg hunt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JG5OiXSH6ck/Td2Mj41sGAI/AAAAAAAAA6c/4B5SWllYRRM/s1600/P1020233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610795258954389506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JG5OiXSH6ck/Td2Mj41sGAI/AAAAAAAAA6c/4B5SWllYRRM/s320/P1020233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took Kairi swimming again, after some warming up and watching all the other kids play in the water she decided it was okay to be in the water. She walked (well holding on to one of us) all over the water. She laughed and laughed and she loved swimming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM-xppqceLk/Td2NmOGZGtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ptQTx08Luys/s1600/P1020309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610796398532958930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM-xppqceLk/Td2NmOGZGtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ptQTx08Luys/s320/P1020309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Kairi loves books!! She finds them and just reads to herself. This one is a picture book of our wedding. Everytime we are downstairs she finds it and flips through it. The things that must go on in her head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well that was a short version of our April. We did lots more, we celebrated my Mom and my brother Russell Birthday. We had Easter dinner at my house (didn't get one picture of that though) it was a fun month, one that just FLEW by right before my eyes! Hope Im better at blogging in the future.. but since its already the end of May and I'm just getting April posted I doubt it! I'll try to be better in the future. Now only if it would stop raining long enough to enjoy spring around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/1590274237056552843-5997331868119297809?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5997331868119297809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5997331868119297809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5997331868119297809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5997331868119297809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-in-review.html' title='April in review'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHPSKccAJ9w/Td2HB3SyCHI/AAAAAAAAA50/zlIYGzVObJs/s72-c/P1020200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1641588853951114175</id><published>2011-04-20T21:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:57:56.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time is the ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mn-M5PRf2Q/Ta-p4Zq-qeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Zy3iHoNL9fk/s1600/P1020232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597879648273738210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mn-M5PRf2Q/Ta-p4Zq-qeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Zy3iHoNL9fk/s320/P1020232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This little girl sure warmed up to the pool the second time around. She didn't want much to do with it at first she clinged onto me for dear life. Then I took her to the kiddy area and she just sat there and watched all the kids play, slide down the slide, splash each other and she decided that the water was okay. She warmed up quick. The smiles, the laughing, the splashing, she couldn't get enough of the pool after that. She is such a people watcher and in turns that relaxes her into trying new things. Watching her try to comprehend everything that is going on around her is so fun. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head, if only I knew what shew as thinking. Again she is so much fun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8D5AMFh7ak4/Ta-px36jJ-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/emQYKpsuGhQ/s1600/P1020228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597879536133023714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8D5AMFh7ak4/Ta-px36jJ-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/emQYKpsuGhQ/s320/P1020228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy is a great pool buddie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1641588853951114175?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1641588853951114175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1641588853951114175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1641588853951114175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1641588853951114175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/04/2nd-time-is-ticket.html' title='2nd time is the ticket'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mn-M5PRf2Q/Ta-p4Zq-qeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Zy3iHoNL9fk/s72-c/P1020232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2868555744833117203</id><published>2011-04-20T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:49:33.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard nights</title><content type='html'>We have had a couple hard nights the last couple of weeks with Kairi and sleeping. Still trying to get into sleeping through the night. But as of the last week she has had a HUGE improvement in sleeping I only have to get up at 6 to feed her. I can handle that. But a few weeks ago Kairi was up more times than I could handle it was like she was an infant again, up every 2 hours. I was exhausted, we all were exhausted. So by the time the sun decided to come up I had no energy to even try to get out of bed to get Kairi, so I begged Kelly to get Kairi. So he did like a good husband. I got to sleep in till 9, on a SATURDAY!!! How the simple things in life bring me such joy. Well then when I went searching for Kairi and Kelly I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3GQpYdxtbY/Ta-n-x9jfUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I8RzgQ07xH4/s1600/P1020216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597877558850059586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3GQpYdxtbY/Ta-n-x9jfUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I8RzgQ07xH4/s320/P1020216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This brought the biggest smile and this is why I love him. What a site to see in the morning, my two babies sleeping. Kelly is so good to me, and this picture is just priceless. Love these two more than life itself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2868555744833117203?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2868555744833117203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2868555744833117203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2868555744833117203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2868555744833117203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/04/hard-nights.html' title='Hard nights'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3GQpYdxtbY/Ta-n-x9jfUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/I8RzgQ07xH4/s72-c/P1020216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3178039592406865379</id><published>2011-04-20T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:42:30.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This little bunny know just what to do with Easter baskets full of eggs. Or it was a new toy and she couldn't wait to get a hold of it. But I think she is ready for the Easter bunny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ekXq3troeE/Ta-m-exfrjI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8ddWay6ceKI/s1600/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597876454187576882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ekXq3troeE/Ta-m-exfrjI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8ddWay6ceKI/s320/P1020220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0OzUrv1mdQ/Ta-mjWhlaCI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iGvqAU2ku88/s1600/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597875988116891682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0OzUrv1mdQ/Ta-mjWhlaCI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iGvqAU2ku88/s320/P1020219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she is already starting to share!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once again I am excited to have another first with Kairi. Another new experience we get do!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOPPY EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3178039592406865379?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3178039592406865379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3178039592406865379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3178039592406865379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3178039592406865379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/04/ready-for-easter.html' title='Ready for Easter'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ekXq3troeE/Ta-m-exfrjI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8ddWay6ceKI/s72-c/P1020220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2061180485516047310</id><published>2011-04-09T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:46:09.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs. Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would you rather....&lt;/span&gt; Have this for lunch? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vqNiCmrplY/TaB-mq8l-GI/AAAAAAAAA5E/V2JmDjnRue4/s1600/P1020202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593609940022720610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vqNiCmrplY/TaB-mq8l-GI/AAAAAAAAA5E/V2JmDjnRue4/s320/P1020202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzz674DwI50/TaB-UrtH8kI/AAAAAAAAA48/VmrvksPYdeA/s1600/P1020203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593609630988628546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzz674DwI50/TaB-UrtH8kI/AAAAAAAAA48/VmrvksPYdeA/s320/P1020203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I give props to Kelly he did have Milk with his choice of lunch... If only I could change these eating habits. Oh well I married him for who he is not for what he eats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2061180485516047310?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2061180485516047310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2061180485516047310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2061180485516047310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2061180485516047310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-vs-food.html' title='Man vs. Food'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vqNiCmrplY/TaB-mq8l-GI/AAAAAAAAA5E/V2JmDjnRue4/s72-c/P1020202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4153900100526251582</id><published>2011-03-20T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:30:33.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SPROUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEee0T_I9FQ/TYbFJzJXWCI/AAAAAAAAA40/H5odZkBLscA/s1600/P1020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586369159938660386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEee0T_I9FQ/TYbFJzJXWCI/AAAAAAAAA40/H5odZkBLscA/s320/P1020136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I grew these babies in this FABULOUS sprout kit. They are delicious!! Took about 3 days to get the taste that I wanted..and now I get to have them on my sandwitches all the time!! YUM!!  Thanks to my wonderful mother in law for this awesome present!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ruined it though for Kelly when they weren't quite done I ate some and said they tasted like grass, now he wont even try them. I got back at him today though. I made Califlower Mash (looks like mash potatoes) he came home from work and good a plate full of my mash..I ruined it though couldn't keep a straight face. He took a little fork taste and spit it back out on his plate. At least I tried to get him to eat SOME kind of veggies. Oh well I'll enjoy my sprouts. Anyone want any? I have PLENTY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know a post without Kairi...happens once in awhile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4153900100526251582?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4153900100526251582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4153900100526251582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4153900100526251582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4153900100526251582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/sprouts.html' title='SPROUTS'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEee0T_I9FQ/TYbFJzJXWCI/AAAAAAAAA40/H5odZkBLscA/s72-c/P1020136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-9168724848727145084</id><published>2011-03-20T20:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:17:09.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYd-utqEgmM/TYbB0NDJjyI/AAAAAAAAA4k/IwX14BRQQSM/s1600/P1020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586365490399907618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYd-utqEgmM/TYbB0NDJjyI/AAAAAAAAA4k/IwX14BRQQSM/s320/P1020100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXgxoq9rUiI/TYa_JaRCoJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VSyrMEOCzoA/s1600/P1020062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586362556190204050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXgxoq9rUiI/TYa_JaRCoJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VSyrMEOCzoA/s320/P1020062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep it's true she is now 8 months old!  how time flies!!  Kairi is one busy girl, she crawls all over the house, if its quite I know she is either getting into the dogs food or in the plants.  She loves to chase the tennis ball around the house.  Outside is her favorite place to be, but it always has been.  When she is throwing a fit if you just take her outside its like everything is OKAY!  I took pictures in the outfit in the second photo, then decided I hated it, mostly it was the bow it ws just TO BIG for her head I didn't like it.  So we changed her outfit and tried again.  either way she is just to cute.    She loves to hear her own voice.  Dada is her favorite thing to say.  She is so much fun and everyday is a new adventure with her.  She makes me smile, she makes me laugh and really I don't know what I did without her all these years, some days I don't even remember what I was doing when she wasn't here.   She has changed my life and I have loved these past 8 months and look forward to many many more with her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-9168724848727145084?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9168724848727145084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=9168724848727145084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/9168724848727145084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/9168724848727145084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-months-old.html' title='8 Months old'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYd-utqEgmM/TYbB0NDJjyI/AAAAAAAAA4k/IwX14BRQQSM/s72-c/P1020100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2350775337228658387</id><published>2011-03-20T20:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:31:35.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can BREATH!!!</title><content type='html'>At least this is what one flower bed is saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMTB8nXKVQA/TYa8rvoP_5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/uy84gXu9AUg/s1600/P1020144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586359847505362834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMTB8nXKVQA/TYa8rvoP_5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/uy84gXu9AUg/s320/P1020144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again...weeding!! I dreed it but it's also instant gratification. Wasn't the warmest day but this flower bed was just calling my name. Kairi was asleep so I went outside to get it done, almost done and she wakes up (of course) so she got to come help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5TTy6RH1Zc/TYa8EpeBSDI/AAAAAAAAA38/uA7mWty-Z84/s1600/P1020142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586359175836944434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5TTy6RH1Zc/TYa8EpeBSDI/AAAAAAAAA38/uA7mWty-Z84/s320/P1020142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCxom5XYgTM/TYa33tj1itI/AAAAAAAAA30/K7er1J0F0cw/s1600/P1020143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586354555550272210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCxom5XYgTM/TYa33tj1itI/AAAAAAAAA30/K7er1J0F0cw/s320/P1020143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She didn't know what to do at first sitting on the blanket, well as you can see she wasted no time in the dirt she went. My mom says I was the same way, grass or outside never bothered me. I quickly finished up and inside we went... then today this is how I found her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gd7pCTNpzY/TYa9yAkEEVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/7fD6gZoh8tY/s1600/P1020145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586361054642049362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gd7pCTNpzY/TYa9yAkEEVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/7fD6gZoh8tY/s320/P1020145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LONGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRs9W8o_y-0/TYa-JjKtEuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sMBIEnDNtFI/s1600/P1020148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586361459067917026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRs9W8o_y-0/TYa-JjKtEuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sMBIEnDNtFI/s320/P1020148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soon Kairi we can spend many many hours outside...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy First Day of Spring Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2350775337228658387?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2350775337228658387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2350775337228658387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2350775337228658387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2350775337228658387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-breath.html' title='I can BREATH!!!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMTB8nXKVQA/TYa8rvoP_5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/uy84gXu9AUg/s72-c/P1020144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7066181896361025711</id><published>2011-03-17T19:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:43:28.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting warmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why we love the warmer weather:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GbeOo2Gb6k/TYK2nH1sjvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/MaleO7HgEPc/s1600/P1020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585227271128256242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GbeOo2Gb6k/TYK2nH1sjvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/MaleO7HgEPc/s320/P1020020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Get to play outside with cousin Zack - riding bikes are cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HR4FqhmmPc/TYK3Q10zRaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/P5Ivcaln2us/s1600/P1010955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585227987847169442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HR4FqhmmPc/TYK3Q10zRaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/P5Ivcaln2us/s320/P1010955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sock Monkey and me love to take walks with Mom and Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qTSRbpm0tY/TYK3vBqE2VI/AAAAAAAAA3k/c9_87pz24Ek/s1600/P1010972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585228506419485010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qTSRbpm0tY/TYK3vBqE2VI/AAAAAAAAA3k/c9_87pz24Ek/s320/P1010972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToY_-1ak9E/TYK3_UyBk7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/kBeFWdEjMPc/s1600/P1010985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585228786431005618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToY_-1ak9E/TYK3_UyBk7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/kBeFWdEjMPc/s320/P1010985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad's going to teach me to be a tennis pro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know about any of you but we have felt the cabin fever this winter, I am more than excited that spring is in the air!!! Kairi and I are going to have so much fun this spring/summer.  Can't believe my baby will be 1 in 4 months!!!&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/1590274237056552843-7066181896361025711?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7066181896361025711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7066181896361025711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7066181896361025711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7066181896361025711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-warmer.html' title='Getting warmer'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GbeOo2Gb6k/TYK2nH1sjvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/MaleO7HgEPc/s72-c/P1020020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5937923318830702190</id><published>2011-03-17T19:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:33:10.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Partricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-YXx5tPJRc/TYK2FXM7ouI/AAAAAAAAA3M/q5xILRJ6G8M/s1600/P1020032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585226691136692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-YXx5tPJRc/TYK2FXM7ouI/AAAAAAAAA3M/q5xILRJ6G8M/s320/P1020032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy St. Patricks Day from us to all of you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;She's my lucky charm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5937923318830702190?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5937923318830702190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5937923318830702190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5937923318830702190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5937923318830702190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-partricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Partricks Day'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-YXx5tPJRc/TYK2FXM7ouI/AAAAAAAAA3M/q5xILRJ6G8M/s72-c/P1020032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6499921328241905213</id><published>2011-02-25T21:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:05:14.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vch_RB38d00/TWiI2U2dunI/AAAAAAAAA3E/D9QWuPPuAyE/s1600/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577858605389822578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vch_RB38d00/TWiI2U2dunI/AAAAAAAAA3E/D9QWuPPuAyE/s320/P1010854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO BIG!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things she can do, or is doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Play with the dog, thinks its funny to try to get his toys and watch Router take them from her&lt;br /&gt;and throw them aroud that makes us laugh!&lt;br /&gt;-Crawl!!  We can now crawl on our hands and knees, not all the time but we can.&lt;br /&gt;-Pick up snacks with our fingers&lt;br /&gt;-Play with Router, there BFF's&lt;br /&gt;- Get into EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;- Grab toes- mine and hers&lt;br /&gt;- Starting get my teeth&lt;br /&gt;-BABBLES alot!!&lt;br /&gt;-loves shoes&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite toys are my baby dolls (such a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a new adventure with her, I can't believe how time flies!!!  4 months she will be turning one, crazy to even think about. I love every moment I get to spend with her.  Her smile melts my heart!!  We love you Kairi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-6499921328241905213?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6499921328241905213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6499921328241905213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6499921328241905213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6499921328241905213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-months-old.html' title='7 months old!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vch_RB38d00/TWiI2U2dunI/AAAAAAAAA3E/D9QWuPPuAyE/s72-c/P1010854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2733599991094612129</id><published>2011-02-25T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:58:33.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess who is pulling herself up on things?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnAMCoeXbe8/TWiHhRUncGI/AAAAAAAAA28/aLjKUD-Buyc/s1600/P1010918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577857144153665634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnAMCoeXbe8/TWiHhRUncGI/AAAAAAAAA28/aLjKUD-Buyc/s320/P1010918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I only placed her in her crib while I was getting her things together to get her to bed and plop there she goes pulled herself up on her crib.... so then I spent the next 30 min lowering her mattress so she couldn't fall out. Do you know how hard it is to do that by yourself??? GEEZ I had her whole room torn up so I could turn her crib on its side to get the mattress lowered. My baby is growing up so fast. Today she crawled over to kelly on the couch and pulled herself up on the couch!!! MAN she is getting so big and smart and I love it. I love watching her do new things, I love watching her try new things, and I laugh when she can't do things. Its so fun to see her grow up, sad yes casue I love her so small! But this is a fun age, we play and laugh and roll around and chase the dog and eat treats all day I LOVE IT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2733599991094612129?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2733599991094612129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2733599991094612129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2733599991094612129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2733599991094612129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-we-gog.html' title='Up we go'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnAMCoeXbe8/TWiHhRUncGI/AAAAAAAAA28/aLjKUD-Buyc/s72-c/P1010918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3802606151195152370</id><published>2011-02-25T21:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:53:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>I do love doing the "Firsts" with Kairi......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her first time swimming she actually did okay. the first initial shock of the water, noise, new place, weird people, water all over she only cried a little bit.  Getting into the water she cried a little, okay so the entire time she didn't even crack a smile, and if you let go of her just a little she would get very upset adn cry...but we had fun it was a nice break for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5We_xobmqQ/TWiFs5Gjq9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/AuZnQtM4YaY/s1600/P1010903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577855144787422162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5We_xobmqQ/TWiFs5Gjq9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/AuZnQtM4YaY/s320/P1010903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V70iztvS_nY/TWiGMw3z39I/AAAAAAAAA20/Is0rgYOSqsY/s1600/P1010889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577855692333899730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V70iztvS_nY/TWiGMw3z39I/AAAAAAAAA20/Is0rgYOSqsY/s320/P1010889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelly has the worst timing on taking pictures... the others ones of me and her wern't that great either.  I was trying to get her attention to the camera...she didn't care she was so scared!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEQCFDljYIs/TWiExMiDf0I/AAAAAAAAA2k/2wfUjvNmbMA/s1600/P1010891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577854119210876738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEQCFDljYIs/TWiExMiDf0I/AAAAAAAAA2k/2wfUjvNmbMA/s320/P1010891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was okay at the edge of the pool, she thought the grates felt cool.  Maybe cause she playes with our vents at home (they make really cool noises when you run your finger along them)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l220vHCk480/TWiEdg7XraI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cfV0YLD3WYg/s1600/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577853781088382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l220vHCk480/TWiEdg7XraI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cfV0YLD3WYg/s320/P1010881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her swimming suit cracks me up it was  a present from her cousin Sydnee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to throw this one in, I don't even remember what I was feeding her...some sort of fruit...but I loved it all over her face, and so did she!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-VAy7pv2Lg/TWiD7adaVKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/PVTlR5IVdYQ/s1600/P1010833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577853195236562082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-VAy7pv2Lg/TWiD7adaVKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/PVTlR5IVdYQ/s320/P1010833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3802606151195152370?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3802606151195152370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3802606151195152370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3802606151195152370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3802606151195152370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5We_xobmqQ/TWiFs5Gjq9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/AuZnQtM4YaY/s72-c/P1010903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-215631046237679734</id><published>2011-02-25T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:28:13.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GREEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nUsOyR2Knc/TWiC1atZv3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/t0tS2tdyBdc/s1600/P1010784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577851992712789874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nUsOyR2Knc/TWiC1atZv3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/t0tS2tdyBdc/s320/P1010784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes you see that right.. those are GREEN THINGS growing in my flower bed. These little things brought me such joy. Im so over winter (even though we are supposed to get 3-4 inches tonight) I am over it!!! So I ask you 3 little questions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Whats the point of winter if I can't go skiing?&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats the point of winter if I can't go skiing?&lt;br /&gt;3. Whats the point of winter if I can't go skiing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah can't answer them can you - therefore I am ready for spring to be here. Good thing its going to be spring officially on March 20th!! Thats only 23 days away!!!! COME ON GO GREEN WITH ME!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Winter is hard, so couped up in the house, so little vitamin D and these past couple of weeks have been HORRIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know I am a avid gymster, or runner, or pretty much working out. I worked out my entire pregnancy and enjoy it very much.  But after having Kairi I found that finding time to do that kind of stuff was a dime a dozen.    Well I started to do some workout videos at home.  I had to do something I was going crazy!!  I was getting into a pretty good routine, put kairi to bed and go downstairs and work out for 45 min to an hour.  I was feeling pretty good, and my legs started to hurt in places I don't remember them hurting!!   Then it all came to a crashing end........&lt;br /&gt;I play in a co-ed soccer league and one day at a soccer game I was chasing this guy that had the ball and some how we tangles, and I landed on the ground...right on my knee.  I had scrapes on both knees on my side and I was in pain.  so for 2 weeks now I haven't been able to do anything!!!  for a week I was lucky I got around more like hobbled around.  I can now walk again, but some times my knee wigs out and I get shooting pains run all over my knee.  I get so hesitant just walking up and down my stairs Im afraid of the pain.    IT SUCKS!!!!!!   I don't have a stress relieve anymore, I can't get my heart rate up, get my endorphines moving, and its cold and yucky outside today..... winter blows.   My knee better get better really fast I have this huge itch to go running and I need it.  Swimming even hurt..... *sigh*  GO GREEN thats my new motto...I need it.  So thank you little green plant for making this girl happy.  The simple things in life....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-215631046237679734?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/215631046237679734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=215631046237679734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/215631046237679734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/215631046237679734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-green.html' title='GO GREEN'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nUsOyR2Knc/TWiC1atZv3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/t0tS2tdyBdc/s72-c/P1010784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7202266606166504111</id><published>2011-02-07T21:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:42:17.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its now February - I am going to try to keep up on my blogging. If only I can stay away from plants vs. aliens long enough curse that addicting game. I blame my friends boy Kaden for telling me about the game. I will try to be better at blogging... atleast I take picutes of our live so when I do get to blogging I have things to show for it. Our live is simple, and not very exciting, we do weird and crazy things like wax our nose hairs. But this is our life and we try to have fun and make the best out of everything. I am so greatful for a wonderful husband that works so hard and takes what I give him, I know I can be difficult to live with but he puts up with me. I love Kairi and love watching her grow and learn new things - I do pray everynight that we both get sleep. But I love her and hope I am doing the best I can to be a good Mom. Still trying to fit my life into her live... 6 months you think I would have gotten a hang of it, but I haven't - I to have my hard days. But I love what I have! So Happy February and here is to keeping up with blogging and my "journaling"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDIJ0XKGNI/AAAAAAAAA18/PWTeZrcLReo/s1600/P1010818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571172810057455826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDIJ0XKGNI/AAAAAAAAA18/PWTeZrcLReo/s320/P1010818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im going to start doing planks everyday with Kairi - we are going to have rock hard abs, just in time for bathing suit time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDJWJE-0zI/AAAAAAAAA2E/tIotqoNTNwM/s1600/P1010821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571174121288422194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDJWJE-0zI/AAAAAAAAA2E/tIotqoNTNwM/s320/P1010821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You would have a hard time blogging if this is what you had to play with everyday.  I love her and that smile.  She actually smiled at the camera today, thats another feat today.  She is turning into my child.  I try to teach her all I know and do.  &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/1590274237056552843-7202266606166504111?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7202266606166504111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7202266606166504111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7202266606166504111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7202266606166504111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDIJ0XKGNI/AAAAAAAAA18/PWTeZrcLReo/s72-c/P1010818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7300724027355633741</id><published>2011-02-07T21:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:34:52.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRCUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Guess who got a haircut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDFQbq9SOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/A9dTN1Y8cV0/s1600/P1010803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571169625153816802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDFQbq9SOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/A9dTN1Y8cV0/s320/P1010803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDF5SX-BoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GuFUYQWrqe0/s1600/P1010807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571170327032891010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDF5SX-BoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GuFUYQWrqe0/s320/P1010807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDHgjSCtEI/AAAAAAAAA10/UcPJYZ7B2RI/s1600/P1010809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571172101097960514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDHgjSCtEI/AAAAAAAAA10/UcPJYZ7B2RI/s320/P1010809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She hadn't had a nap all day (due to her lack of sleeping she does as of late) so she was so tired but we were there and had planned to get a haircut no matter what.  Her hair isn't in her eyes anymore and she doesn't have those "wings" on the side of her head.    She looks cute, even though she looked cute before.  I tried to clip her hair back out of her eyes; man you would have thought I was beating the child she screamed so hard.  That is when I decided it was time for a haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-7300724027355633741?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7300724027355633741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7300724027355633741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7300724027355633741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7300724027355633741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/haircut.html' title='HAIRCUT'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDFQbq9SOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/A9dTN1Y8cV0/s72-c/P1010803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4392052643545996412</id><published>2011-02-07T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:22:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDEYVCjAQI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uZ3gol8Toms/s1600/P1010810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571168661301035266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDEYVCjAQI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uZ3gol8Toms/s320/P1010810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im sorry this is the funniest picture ever!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My sister in law waxed Kellys nose hairs.  I hate those old man hairs that stick out of your nose... so I had Kelly wax them.  He wasn't to sure about it, and once the stick with wax was put in his nose he had to sneeze...hence the face.  Watching him pull it was even funnier. I have a video of that but it has a hard time loading on here.  Oh man such good fun times.  Now he is clean as a whistle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4392052643545996412?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4392052643545996412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4392052643545996412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4392052643545996412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4392052643545996412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/waxing.html' title='Waxing'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDEYVCjAQI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uZ3gol8Toms/s72-c/P1010810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4848622540941060442</id><published>2011-02-07T21:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:18:45.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDCWzpygVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wuzT1Z3vi3I/s1600/P1010792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571166436135698770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDCWzpygVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wuzT1Z3vi3I/s320/P1010792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDDDaLBScI/AAAAAAAAA1U/h7F3OBbkHvc/s1600/P1010799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571167202389871042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDDDaLBScI/AAAAAAAAA1U/h7F3OBbkHvc/s320/P1010799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weight 13.5 lbs (15%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Height 25.5 m (40%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Head 43 CM (65%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The doctor said she has a big brain... in turn that means Kairi you have a big head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting more and more fun everyday!!  She loves to be on the floor that way she can scoot around.  She gets on her hands and knees and rocks back and forth but hasn't made that crawlign motion yet... more of a scoot with her hands but she is a quick one.  She does alot of planks, get on her hands and toes and sits in a plank position and babbles to herself.  She is so much fun, now if only we can get her to nap for more than 15 min a day... and sleep the entire night through.  I have my rough days where I just cry out of exhaustion because she wont sleep, or doesn't want to go to sleep.   Any suggestions let me know. &lt;br /&gt;But she is a joy in our/my life.  I couldn't ask for a better girl than her.  She makes me smile and laugh everyday. I am truly blessed to be her mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4848622540941060442?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4848622540941060442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4848622540941060442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4848622540941060442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4848622540941060442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVDCWzpygVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wuzT1Z3vi3I/s72-c/P1010792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1611730544049900130</id><published>2011-02-07T20:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:09:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAZZ = TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wanted to get this all blogged in January... you know at least the month when i all happened... yeah well now its February and Im just getting to things that happened in the middle of the month. I suck at this!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... JAZZ game baby!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my grandpa had told Kelly and I one day when we went to go visit that he had free jazz tickets if we wanted them - can't pass that up. It happened to be on a day that Kelly actually had the day off. So we decided we had better go, I actually had thought about not going - but I decided we needed a day out. My mom had volunteered to take Kairi at the last minute which turned out to be a blessing. Kairi gets really upset at loud yelling or screaming...and we did a lot of that at the game! Well when we got to the game my Grandpa had our tickets so we found him and he told us we were really lucky tonight because when he went to go exchange the voucher the guy had given us LOWER BOWL seating.   We were on row 27... it was simply amazing.  All the games I have ever been to we were CLEAR at the tip top... like 4 row from the cealing. So these were AWESOME!!!  We had so much fun, being that close puts a whole new look at the game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC-IJ19PcI/AAAAAAAAA00/CEeHvOIWf2A/s1600/P1010728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571161786347765186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC-IJ19PcI/AAAAAAAAA00/CEeHvOIWf2A/s320/P1010728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC-7GY9d-I/AAAAAAAAA08/ZBQfqO65pf8/s1600/P1010736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571162661594167266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC-7GY9d-I/AAAAAAAAA08/ZBQfqO65pf8/s320/P1010736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heart D Will.   And can I just say look at the second picturea and Keristinko... he needs a hair cut.  Me and the guy I was sitting next to decided he should perm it...I mean why not its already horrible looking what more is a perm!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC8kkYnSFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iOIyhEPrZzI/s1600/P1010734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571160075485530194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC8kkYnSFI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iOIyhEPrZzI/s320/P1010734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep we are cute!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So during I think the first quarter on the jumbo screen RC Willey put up a thing that said to go to facebook and "LIKE" RC Willey then post on their wall where you were sitting and a lucky winner would be chosen.  I said Kelly I am going to do that - winning TV here I come.  Kelly said he didn't like doing that stuff becuase then you get txt messages from them for weeks and it annoyes him.  Well I can handle a few messges so I went to facebook.  Thank you internet on my phone.   Then before the half a guy was walking down the stairs and stopped at our row I looked at him and he looked at me and said "Deanna?" I was like YES!! I started to jump up and down because I knew I had won the TV!!  OH YEAH!!!  So We went up and had to wait for a Rep from RC Willey then we headed down to the court the back way.  During half time I got to go in the middle of the floor with my new 32" Sony TV and cheer it up!!  And Kelly had missed it!!!  I was gone for so long he thought I had went to find my grandpa.  So right before I had gone on center court he had left to find me.   I got back to my seat and he wasn't there.  At least the people around me were excited for me!  When Kelly had come back he had gone and got dinner!!  he missed me on center court!  Oh well I got a TV to show for it.  And I got to take it home that night. After the game I got to pick it up.  Walking to our car we got a lot of offers to help carry it for us, or show us to other peoples car! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC_W8WXgsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/awKD4cVumtg/s1600/P1010744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571163139935273666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC_W8WXgsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/awKD4cVumtg/s320/P1010744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beauty isn't she?   I think she will go nicley on my bedroom wall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC9BurvC-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/lyqmvF4fCYk/s1600/P1010743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571160576466291682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC9BurvC-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/lyqmvF4fCYk/s320/P1010743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after the game we were on the floor talking to my G-pa and Raja Bell was out talking to the press... we got very close to him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great date night!!  Kairi was wide awake when we went to go get her.  I think she was excited for the new TV as well.&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/1590274237056552843-1611730544049900130?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1611730544049900130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1611730544049900130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1611730544049900130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1611730544049900130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/02/jazz-tv.html' title='JAZZ = TV'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TVC-IJ19PcI/AAAAAAAAA00/CEeHvOIWf2A/s72-c/P1010728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-102297405403696949</id><published>2011-01-10T22:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:23:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got a Friend in Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Having a dog and a Baby you always wonder if they will get along? I have known people that had to get rid of there dog when they had a baby for whatever reason they had. Well Router is our baby too I couldn't imagine not having him, hes part of our family just as much as Kelly or I or Kairi is. So when we had Kairi I always hoped he would be okay with it. That he liked her, that he was nice to her, that she was nice to him. He wasn't a fan of kids when he was little and since he hasn't been around kids to much I was always a little worried. When she was first born Router did go into doggie depression. He didn't eat very much, he just laied there most of the time, his nose got all dry, pretty sure he was even a little sick. I felt horrible. His life just got turned upside down. But he recovered and now Kairi and him ar the best of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvn4LMRCuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aIl7yDCIxiA/s1600/P1010687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560793117181938402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvn4LMRCuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aIl7yDCIxiA/s320/P1010687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes such good care of her. Whenever she is crying from just waking up Router is the first one to her door. While I am feeding her in her room he sits right at my feet till I'm done. He likes to play with her. And Router makes her Laugh the most. If she is crying the moment she sees Router she stops and smiles. She has a hard time eating if he is anywhere in her eyesight, she just wants to watch him. She loves to play with him. Winters are a little hard becasue we don't go outside as much and he loves to be outside. He sleeps alot - sometimes hes part bear and goes into hibernation most of the winter. But Router and Kairi really are the best of friends!  And I'm thankful for that, I couldn't live without either one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvpAFDHjNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wr4Qzkp7Vvc/s1600/P1010691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560794352483536082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvpAFDHjNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wr4Qzkp7Vvc/s320/P1010691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-102297405403696949?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/102297405403696949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=102297405403696949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/102297405403696949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/102297405403696949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-got-friend-in-me.html' title='You Got a Friend in Me!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvn4LMRCuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aIl7yDCIxiA/s72-c/P1010687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-41210513414813196</id><published>2011-01-10T21:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:12:23.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Freezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes Its a concept I know!! But you don't think about that when there is water in your windshield wiper fluid!!  Yes It has been a pain.  Now how in the right mind someone would put to much water in your fluid or any at all...HELLO WE FREEZE HERE!!   Don't look at me though I let the "professionals" do that when I get my car oil changed!!  Well come to find out when you need your fluid the most its frozen.  So your car ends up looking like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvj8ZZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/do7qZJGpP1o/s1600/P1010672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560788791666688930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvj8ZZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/do7qZJGpP1o/s320/P1010672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly comes in one day and asks me why my car is SO DIRTY!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll explain.  When you have wiper fluid that is frozen and your windows are dirty you have to clean them.  And going down the freeway its kind of hard to roll down the window and throw water on the windshield.   So I had to drive as close to cars as I could so they would splash my window with water just so I can clean my windshield.  Semi Trucks work the best they throw so much water up at your window.   So yes picture me chasing down cars, semi trucks just so they can throw some water on my windshield.  Well that also gets your car really dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the things Kelly has asked:&lt;br /&gt;Kelly:  Do we have a small jar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah why?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: I want to scrap some salt off your car so we can season our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really thinks he is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have washed my car thank goodness.  And I have since added better fluid to my car... hopefully I don't have to chase cars or semis  anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-41210513414813196?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/41210513414813196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=41210513414813196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/41210513414813196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/41210513414813196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/water-freezes.html' title='Water Freezes'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TSvj8ZZEQ6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/do7qZJGpP1o/s72-c/P1010672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1070751699024459780</id><published>2010-12-30T18:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:13:20.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BEWARE FIRE DANGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scary but weird experience happen to us this month.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I were in the kitchen getting dinner ready when all of a sudden the light in the living room goes out. No Big deal right. Well then it got REALLY REALLY orange in the light and then it went out completly.   Odd.  So I got a chair and went to change the light bulb.  I stood up and I said hmm smells like a fire up here.  I took of the casing to the light and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0tfGCrXtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UBljlXOBZ8A/s1600/P1010585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556647527466098386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0tfGCrXtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UBljlXOBZ8A/s320/P1010585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ORANGE we saw before it went completly dark was the actual light bulb ON FIRE!!  it had melted the bulb and everything.  Nothing elese was burned, just the bulb.  And here they are supposed to be energy effiecent.   UMMM Im just glad it didn't start on fire, we were blessed for sure!!  Now Im a little nervous now when I turn on that light or any of my lights.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1070751699024459780?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1070751699024459780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1070751699024459780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1070751699024459780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1070751699024459780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/12/fire.html' title='FIRE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0tfGCrXtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UBljlXOBZ8A/s72-c/P1010585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3368946190469805931</id><published>2010-12-30T17:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:08:27.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lap Top</title><content type='html'>So let me give you some history on this before I jump right into the story of Kellys Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;When I was little we kids wanted a dog, well my Mom got us a dog even though we all knew my Dad didn't want a dog - not even a little.  Well to make him "LIKE" the dog a little more or warm up the idea that we got a dog we named him FANTA after a coke drink since my Dad works for coke.  Can't hate something that you do for a living right?   Yeah well he didn't like the dog, our plan failed.  But we kept the dog anyway and he was the best dog EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when Kelly and I got married maybe 6 months to a year into our marriage I decided I wanted a dog, but I have always wanted a Lab.   Well we lived in an apartment and we didn't have the room for a Lab, nor could we have a dog.  Well I was trying to convice Kelly we needed a dog so I told him this story of my Dad and Fanta.  He then asked me what I would name a dog so he would like the dog better.... Well I came up with Router.  And we ended up getting Router (a much smaller dog which I love more now, little poops are enough to clean up, couldn't imaginve Lab poop)  Well then we have always wanted to either breed Router (if you know of any girl dogs that need a boyfriend let me know) or to get another one like him.   Well to keep on the theme of naming our dogs the way we do we said we would name our next dog Lap Top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to present day:&lt;br /&gt;Kelly had been telling me for months before Christmas that he wanted a Lap Top (the computer not the do) and that I needed to call his friend Ryan to help pick out a good one.   Well on cyber Monday I did just that... I ordered him the lap top he wanted and the one his friend told me to buy.  But I played and toyed with him ALL month long.  We even had deep conversations about getting him a Lap Top.  I even went as far as asking him what Dave Ramsey would say about getting a lap top (yes he listens to him on the radio...that and others *SIGH*) anyway I had him convinced he wasn't getting one...or so he thought.  He really didn't know.   Well then I had this brillant idea one day at work.  The Humane Society comes to my work once a week to show off a pet of the week, to help sell the animals they are boarding.   Well on the day she came in she had a Dorkie puppy.  Those are a mich between a dauchsund and a yorkie.  Really really cute dogs!!!  I could have taken him hom that day.   Well I asked her if she had any adoption paperwork on her that I could have (not buying a dog, just for Kellys present)  She did, lucky day!!  So I went home and filled out this paperwork with the information on a fake dog that I was going to tell Kelly that I had purchased for him.... his LAP TOP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0ndiQGgrI/AAAAAAAAAz4/oFUVHz_goA0/s1600/P1010618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556640903609090738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0ndiQGgrI/AAAAAAAAAz4/oFUVHz_goA0/s320/P1010618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here is Kelly opening his LAP TOP.  Yes I even put the framed paperwork in a lap top box and had a whole heep load of paper and wrapped it and had in under the tree for days.  So he thought he was getting a lap top for sure, because the box was the size of the lap top and heavy as one.    To make it even better I had even wrapped his old broken lap top and given that to him as well. But he realized his old one was missing and ruined that surprise.   So Christmas morning he opening his "lap top"  Well to say the least he wasn't to excited about it, in fact he was down right disturbed about it.   This picture doesn't show the dissapointmen he had when he opened the box as he did that morning.  Well he then went downstairs to compose himself, look up the type of dog it was and try to be happy for the present he was given.  Well at that moment he had found a pee spot that Router had left  behind.  It was the turning point he wasn not ready for a dog.  So he had to come find me and discuss this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wel I was feeding Kairi and getting her ready for a nap when he comes in.  He just kind of sat there and small chatted with me.  I could tell that something was bothering him, or tha the wanted to talk about something and I was laughing so hard inside.  Well then he starts to ask me about this dog, and if we are ready for another dog and how he likes his life the way it is, and how he doens't have time to train another puppy.  and on and on he goes.  He askes if we can return the dog cause he just doens't want it.  Well right on the paperwork I gave him it says no refunds.  I tell him that we have some people in our ward that was looking for a dog for Christmas and maybe they would buy it.  But then I look at him and I started to cry -  REAL tears and all and ask him:  "You don't like my present I gave you?"  Yep I crushed him at that moment he felt like a big ball of poo.   So I left the room crying with him saying as I am leaving... we can keep the dog.    I go into the kitchen trying not to laugh but pointing out to him mom I have real tears and he is really broken up about this dog.    He felt like CRAP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then the rest of his family got to his Mom's house and we got to open up the rest of our chirstmas presents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0nBU_ZaNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yOAcl7khf_s/s1600/P1010634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556640419013028050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0nBU_ZaNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yOAcl7khf_s/s320/P1010634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you see the excitment on my face!!!!!!!!!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So our new Lap Top is now named Dorkie our newest pet to our family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you Kelly!!!!  It was a Christmas we wont forget anytime soon.   He is even going to keep the framed paperwork of our "dog" and keep it in his Man cave just as a reminder of how great I really am!!!!   Merry Christmas Babe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3368946190469805931?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3368946190469805931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3368946190469805931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3368946190469805931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3368946190469805931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/12/lap-top.html' title='Lap Top'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0ndiQGgrI/AAAAAAAAAz4/oFUVHz_goA0/s72-c/P1010618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7009294886580784270</id><published>2010-12-30T16:45:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:40:52.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well before 2010 gets away from me I guess I better post for December. Alot went on this month and I had a hard time finding time to blog... so here is a picture recap for the month. I will have to tell about Kellys Christmas present....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0crtd0Y2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/jlqyOAagIZA/s1600/P1010545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556629052509676386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0crtd0Y2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/jlqyOAagIZA/s320/P1010545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to go to the Festival of trees with our friends Wendy and Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0eXVvLXfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FGARcG2-32w/s1600/P1010657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556630901565906418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0eXVvLXfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FGARcG2-32w/s320/P1010657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got ambitious this year and I made our stockings. Who needs to be traditional colors? I am a very unique person and I like to be different and so my stockings are no exception. Kellys is the green (he wasnted tennis ball green this is the best I could come up with) Mine is the first dot ones and Kairis is the little dot ones. And of course Routers is the bone (no I didn't make his)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0cFZp6i1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/3Z_0wyTgB3E/s1600/P1010591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628394356673362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0cFZp6i1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/3Z_0wyTgB3E/s320/P1010591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kairi got her first REAL food - sweet potatoes.  She does really good with eating.  Can't to try so many other new foods.  And making my own food is so much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0dzDHRk3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/3xidIINtFso/s1600/P1010615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556630278091412338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0dzDHRk3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/3xidIINtFso/s320/P1010615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year we got the chance to sneek away to Cedar City for Christmas.  This doensn't happen ever because of Kellys crazy work schedule and being in retail during Christmas you don't get much time off.  But we had a great time in Cedar and it was so nice to spend the holidays with his family, since we get to be here for most of the holidays with mine.  The best part was they didn't even know we were coming, we surprised them on Christmas Eve.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0i39V5gkI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KUk8XPl0C-4/s1600/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556635859999621698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0i39V5gkI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KUk8XPl0C-4/s320/P1010625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kairi loved Christmas and all her presents, she was one tired girl she slept a lot of the day only because we had a long drive the day before and we kept her up on Christmas Eve till midnight.  Yeah we didn't do well to have her in bed so Santa could come.  He forgave her, he came anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0a5UZ3zCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/8HqrDMFj3FA/s1600/P1010603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627087277149218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0a5UZ3zCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/8HqrDMFj3FA/s320/P1010603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kairi turned 5 months! &lt;br /&gt;Im sure she still weighs the same, she is getting longer.  She still fits in some of her 3 month clothes, some are a little to short.  I did just put away alot of her younger clothes just to make room for her new clothes and her winter clothes.  Being born in July you get a lot of shorts and short sleeve shirts...makes a cold winter.   The black legging she has on in this picture are leggings I made for her, I use those so she can still wear her shorts.   I thik they are adorable though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0dQTVX_YI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jw_j6bjHTlw/s1600/P1010572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556629681150098818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0dQTVX_YI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jw_j6bjHTlw/s320/P1010572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got ot meet Santa, She could have cared less.  I think she asked for a new dolly, well Kelly tried to convice her to ask for a lap top for him for Christmas.  Pretty sure she was happy with her own hands.... she always has those in her mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0aS3oVcQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9fpZPaHNxn8/s1600/P1010667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626426718155010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0aS3oVcQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/9fpZPaHNxn8/s320/P1010667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This cutie can scoot.  She only goes forward but she gets where she wants.  She looks so tiny in this picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0jeZTKzSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xtKilO_NH5c/s1600/P1010661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556636520339393826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0jeZTKzSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xtKilO_NH5c/s320/P1010661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister once said that you will train your child like your dog, they do tricks just like dogs do.  Well now I have 3.  I had a cookie in my hand and they all wanted it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0j7o6nh9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/-KZB7xO7CmE/s1600/P1010582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556637022747592658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0j7o6nh9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/-KZB7xO7CmE/s320/P1010582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Holidays are exhausting!!  Taking a break for some signing times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-7009294886580784270?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7009294886580784270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7009294886580784270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7009294886580784270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7009294886580784270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TR0crtd0Y2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/jlqyOAagIZA/s72-c/P1010545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6627730025820725717</id><published>2010-11-30T21:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:58:41.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who had her first night in her crib?&lt;br /&gt;Yep last night I made the leap and put her in her own crib. She did actually quite well, only got up 3 times twice to feed and once just cause she woke up. I have been having her take naps in her crib for weeks just to get her used to it. So I think that helped. I don't think I did well last night. I didn't sleep very well. I am still nervous and scared and just want her to be safe. I know she is but I still worry about her. But she did great, we will see about tonight and how that goes. Maybe I will sleep a little more. Does it get easier as they get older? Having them becoming so independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another first this week is Kairi can now roll from stomach to back and back to stomach. After our thanksgiving meal on Sunday Kelly and were cleaning up and he looked over at her and said; "wasn't she on her back?" yep she WAS that is the key... she was now on her stomach. so we missed the first roll but she still did it. But then the next day she rolled for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is where it begins!! She is on the move now!! She is a wiggle worm and this is just the begginning!! Am I ready for this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Question is Am I ready for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXTxeUVGDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sI11DWhzaHQ/s1600/P1010507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545571363082016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXTxeUVGDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sI11DWhzaHQ/s320/P1010507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At Kairis 4 month appointment her doctor said from now to 6 months she can start eating rice cereal and then one new food a week.  Well he said when I felt she was ready.   Well I didn't feel she was ready at that time.  But the last few days she has been watching me eat and trying to grab my spoon as I was eating.  She wanted to try whatever I was eating.  So while I ate I would give her her own spoon and she would go to town on that thing.  She loved it in her mouth, she would smile everytime she put it in her mouth and she was so interested in this new object in her hand.  So I figured she is ready to try some cereal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXTWzttH_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5w0SvjmfZ5M/s1600/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545570904969125874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXTWzttH_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5w0SvjmfZ5M/s320/P1010510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At first she didn't know what to think of it.  She thought it was pretty weird stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXSkDnZ3TI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7pzRTkPyQSc/s1600/P1010511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545570033064336690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXSkDnZ3TI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7pzRTkPyQSc/s320/P1010511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then she gobbled thats stuff up!!!  As we were feeding her we were trying to make sure we were showing her the sign language that went with everything.  Like more, please, food.  Her little hands just don't move very easy.  But she loved the cereal.  So I think for a little while we will add cereal to her days just to see how she goes.  Then slowly we will add different baby foods into her diet.  Oh how do they grow up so fast.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you make your own baby food or just buy it?  I kind of want to try the path of making my own for her.  Thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her faces while eating were classic.  Then the babbling that went on after she would take each bite.  Ohh Kairi I love you!!  Thank you for making my days brighter!&lt;/p&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/1590274237056552843-6627730025820725717?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6627730025820725717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6627730025820725717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6627730025820725717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6627730025820725717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/guess-who.html' title='GUESS WHO?'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXTxeUVGDI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sI11DWhzaHQ/s72-c/P1010507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4108452858902110855</id><published>2010-11-30T21:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:35:58.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Thanksgiving!! I love the food, I love being with family, and I love being so thankful for the things I do have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time this year. Kelly had to work all morning so it was just Kairi and I. I left her at my dads house in the morning to go and run a race. Yep I was one of the many crazy ones. But it has been a tradition the last couple of years to run a 5K the morning of thanksgiving. It kind of makes eating all day okay and worth it. This year though it was SO COLD!! When I left to go to the race it was 9 degrees. IT WAS COLD!!! But once I started running and got going it actually wasn't to bad. I didn't even feel my lungs getting cold. Granted I had a headache later on that day. But it was so much fun - its a good tradition that will keep me healthy in the long run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is one of the many things I am thankful for. I am thankful for my health and the fact that I can run. I used to go to the gym everyday before I had Kairi and now that I can't go as often as I like I miss it. But I am thankful I still have the ability to work out. Makes me feel so good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im also thankful for my family. For our little family, but also MY ENTIRE family. We all have our crazy Kooks about us but together we have so much fun. We laugh, we play, and I love getting together with my family not just for the holidays but for everyday occasions as well. I enjoy spending time with them and wish we could all do it more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXM4SyOQkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PZ_bl6b5jxk/s1600/P1010462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545563783663862338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXM4SyOQkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PZ_bl6b5jxk/s320/P1010462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Im so thankful for this little girl. She really is the light in my day. She is so much fun and I don't know how I lived without her for so long. Her smile melts my heart. I love it when she cries for me and that sometimes that all she wants. Its nice to be needed in that way. Exhausting at times but I love it. I love being her mom and teaching her new things and showing her new things and being there when she does soemthing new, or sees something for the first time. Makes you apprciate life so much more. It also makes to want to be better so I can be with this little angel forever!! I couldn't imagine my life without her. She is my all, my everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXOfc7xxWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/e5ZapFRF5eo/s1600/P1010470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565555914818914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXOfc7xxWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/e5ZapFRF5eo/s320/P1010470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seeing a Chritmas tree for the first time. She thought that was pretty great. And yep she tried to put everything in her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXO2ylJcOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RN-JMwu9ZGY/s1600/kairi%2Bsmiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545565956862472418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXO2ylJcOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RN-JMwu9ZGY/s320/kairi%2Bsmiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you Kairi. This year we are most thankful we brought you into our family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXPtwEsknI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WhAxEle7q6g/s1600/P1010501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545566901082296946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXPtwEsknI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WhAxEle7q6g/s320/P1010501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another tradition Kelly and I started last year is after the Thanksgiving day with Family.  We have our own Thanksgiving dinner with just us.  We make our own feast.  So here is Kelly enjoying that feast.  I am thankful for Kelly.  He works so hard so I can stay home with Kairi, he changes his shifts so he can be with her in the mornings while I am at work.  He loves us and does so much fo us.  Thank you Kelly for being a great husband and a great Dad!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!&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/1590274237056552843-4108452858902110855?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4108452858902110855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4108452858902110855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4108452858902110855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4108452858902110855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXM4SyOQkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PZ_bl6b5jxk/s72-c/P1010462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1184046058728337441</id><published>2010-11-30T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:17:39.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time does fly!!  4 MONTH OLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJE7th02I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DI9vQ7dn8W0/s1600/P1010440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545559602761945954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJE7th02I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DI9vQ7dn8W0/s320/P1010440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stats:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12 lbs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;24 3/4 inches long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heathly and strong and growing like a weed...just not in weight.  Thats okay I like her little she still fits in her 0-3 mth clothes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She is giving Router a run for his money in the length department.  He doesn't like laying on his back for this picture, we had to hold him still just to take it.  He wasn't in to, I think he knows we are mocking him in a way.  But we aren't we are just showing how big she is compared to him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJiutO92I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rzRZ1W7zTa4/s1600/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545560114667124578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJiutO92I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rzRZ1W7zTa4/s320/P1010453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He was a good sport.  He loves her.  He is so protective of her.  Whenever I am feeding her, he has to be in the same room, if not right at my feet the entire time.  If she is napping and she starts to cry he is the first person to the door.  Sometimes I don't even hear her and I walk past and there he is sitting at her door waiting for me to open it.  He loves her.    He is so gentle with her, he plays with her.  He likes to run in circles around her and not really nip at her but just prounce into her and back.  She loves it she watched him with a huge grin on her face.  They are going to grow up to be best buddies I know it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJ9DVdC-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Psh2SXLnUr0/s1600/P1010454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545560566881127394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJ9DVdC-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Psh2SXLnUr0/s320/P1010454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She had her first Movie Theater movie this month.  We went to see the new Harry Potter movie.  She did great considering it started at 7 and she goes to bed at 8.  She watched the movie for about 20 min then hunger and tiredness settled in.  I spent the majority of the movie on the side rocking her.  Then after the movie someone had the nerve to say (loud enough for me to hear) "I can't believe she brought a baby"  If I would have known who said that I would have gave them a piece of my mind.  Geez.  But other than that she did great.  And the movie was AWESOME!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How did I ever live without her?  Kelly always asks why we waited 6 years for her.  I keep telling him we had to be ready for her.  Yes life is easier without kids, but it sure is a lot more fun with her here.  Yes Mom you were right.  &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/1590274237056552843-1184046058728337441?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1184046058728337441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1184046058728337441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1184046058728337441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1184046058728337441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-months-old.html' title='4 months old'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXJE7th02I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DI9vQ7dn8W0/s72-c/P1010440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-266099911714900901</id><published>2010-11-30T20:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:52:35.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured since November is almost over I better get in this months blogging done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So My Aunt Jolene and my Mom were taking my nephews Zack and Gavin to the Aquarium and they invited us to go along.  We have always said we wanted to go there so it was perfect!!  Well Kairi was okay as long as we were in the lobby, the moment we stepped into the archway leading to all teh fish a SHRIEK would erupt from her mouth.  She wasn't having it at all!  I don't know why either.  I had to take her outside just to calm her down - to bring her back in and have it happen all over again.  GEEZ  Well Kelly got to calm down and to actually fall asleep.  So combination of sleepy and weird dark creepy place it started out rough for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up having a lot of fun though.   If you haven't been there you should go its pretty fun.  We got there just in time to see the penguins being fed.  They turned out to be our favorite place, if only the penguin exhibit was bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXDPyzmG1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/rkLu9lEeQZg/s1600/P1010411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545553192280267602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXDPyzmG1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/rkLu9lEeQZg/s320/P1010411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But for what roomt they had it was pretty great.  We got to pet Stingrays and see sharks and a turtle that survived a shark attack.  Watching my nephew Zack trying to pet the Stingrays was pretty humorous, the water was just deep enough that he couldn't reach them.  But he did a great job of playing in the water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXCz7UbXlI/AAAAAAAAAws/agcfEL7QqUw/s1600/P1010416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545552713529122386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXCz7UbXlI/AAAAAAAAAws/agcfEL7QqUw/s320/P1010416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to the gift shop.  This is where Aunt Jolene bought Kairis new favorite toy, her Octopus.  It has many legs she can grab and stick in her mouth.   She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kelly found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXDqBCJA3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZebmfQFpJYs/s1600/P1010413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545553642775970674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXDqBCJA3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZebmfQFpJYs/s320/P1010413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXD7LFygfI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_SaKqbGrfgI/s1600/P1010414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545553937533403634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXD7LFygfI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_SaKqbGrfgI/s320/P1010414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep Its a pad of paper MADE OUT OF POO!!!  What would possess someone to make this, and why would you want to use it?  It has poo on it!  Then it made me think of my dear friend Amy Lou.  Oh how she would love this.  She always had stories of poo, gorillas eating their poo then little boys eating dog poo to imitate the gorillas eating poo.  Ohh man we laughed for hours at her poo stories.  So yes this is gross in a way but it brings back so many fond memories.  Isn't it funny how something can trigger so many memories.  Aww thank Kelly for sending me down Memory lane.  Thanks Amy for all your funny stories!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in part we had a great time!!  I love the sea life though!!&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/1590274237056552843-266099911714900901?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/266099911714900901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=266099911714900901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/266099911714900901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/266099911714900901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/aquarium.html' title='Aquarium'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TPXDPyzmG1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/rkLu9lEeQZg/s72-c/P1010411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7481365408232888339</id><published>2010-11-22T13:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:41:41.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOrVHXiFoHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KJwhS-ZJtfU/s1600/black%2Band%2Bwhite.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542476613985607794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOrVHXiFoHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KJwhS-ZJtfU/s320/black%2Band%2Bwhite.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Babe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7 years ago it was freezing -10 degrees and we got hitched!!! Feels like yesterday but feels like forever ago. The temple staff tried to give me away to another guy, there was so much snow that day we almost got snowed in, I lost my earring, forgot our marriage paperwork.... so much happend that day.  It was the best day ever though.   And look at where are now? How time flies when your having fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for making me laugh and smile all these years!  Love you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-7481365408232888339?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7481365408232888339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7481365408232888339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7481365408232888339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7481365408232888339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/7-years.html' title='7 years'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOrVHXiFoHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KJwhS-ZJtfU/s72-c/black%2Band%2Bwhite.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-595542490134852213</id><published>2010-11-20T15:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:10:32.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhGYDZb4pI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VyMDAuAg1NA/s1600/P1010425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541756720522191506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhGYDZb4pI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VyMDAuAg1NA/s320/P1010425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Kairis new favorite thing.  Its her sock monkey!!  One day she wouldn't stay napping.  She kept waking up and screaming and when I would go in there she would just hold my arm.   So just like me when I sleep I like to have something to hold.  Either a pillow or Kelly or whatever.  So gave her the sock monkey.  She grabbed that so fast and she napped 1.5 hours because of it!!!  It was a life savor!!!  SOCK MONKEY SOCKS!!!  So no when we are in the car I take it wherever we go and she usually is pretty happy as long as her sock monkey is right there with her...or her octopus.  she loves them both!!!   If it helps her sleep Im all for it!!  And I think its cute she is attaching herself to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-595542490134852213?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/595542490134852213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=595542490134852213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/595542490134852213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/595542490134852213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/everyone-has-favorite.html' title='Everyone has a favorite'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhGYDZb4pI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VyMDAuAg1NA/s72-c/P1010425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2842150096281621942</id><published>2010-11-20T14:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:03:38.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yep its almost Thanksgiving and I am just putting up halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhEd5umd9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/LxyRM5Gzi04/s1600/P1010337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541754621982570450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhEd5umd9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/LxyRM5Gzi04/s320/P1010337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kairi and I carved pumpkins while Daddy was at work. She got very bored very fast. But a tradition is a tradition!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhFTTMcoHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wcJnl1XUSWA/s1600/P1010368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541755539351707762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhFTTMcoHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wcJnl1XUSWA/s320/P1010368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhDsnHKA2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/U7B4kAJ0d4Y/s1600/P1010336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541753775171699554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhDsnHKA2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/U7B4kAJ0d4Y/s320/P1010336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kairi was 2 things this year for Halloween. First for our ward halloween party she was my good angel. As you can see I was the dark angel.  We offset each other well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhB7AKS6gI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TqEbsx38b8w/s1600/Pea%2Bpod%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541751823390665218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhB7AKS6gI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TqEbsx38b8w/s320/Pea%2Bpod%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then on Halloween she was my little Pea Pod.  Ever since she was a tiny pea inside of me we were always the Princess and the Pea so the theme worked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhE3m5dhpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/00w0InwWyCI/s1600/P1010346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541755063604446866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhE3m5dhpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/00w0InwWyCI/s320/P1010346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gardner VIllage witches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2842150096281621942?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2842150096281621942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2842150096281621942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2842150096281621942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2842150096281621942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TOhEd5umd9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/LxyRM5Gzi04/s72-c/P1010337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4371769267413563985</id><published>2010-10-26T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:27:27.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Diva</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where you didn't really think what you put on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly came home one night to find me like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TMebobkCVnI/AAAAAAAAAvc/7OFTeP13dPo/s1600/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532561786143921778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TMebobkCVnI/AAAAAAAAAvc/7OFTeP13dPo/s320/P1010273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just got home from a wedding that was outside, it was cold, Kairi was hungry and tired and&lt;br /&gt;screaming at me.  I was freezing and had a skirt on.  So I grabbed the first pair of pants I could find and took care of Kairi as fast as I could.  Did I bother to change after that?  Okay I admit I didn't, I went and got some stuff done.  And when Kelly got home from work that night I think he had second thoughts about me!    Judgement Free Zone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4371769267413563985?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4371769267413563985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4371769267413563985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4371769267413563985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4371769267413563985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/fashion-diva.html' title='Fashion Diva'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TMebobkCVnI/AAAAAAAAAvc/7OFTeP13dPo/s72-c/P1010273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-238577658089177287</id><published>2010-10-14T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:35:01.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>What I love most (well one of the many things I love about her) is how we get to experience SO many first with Kairi!!  This is her FIRST halloween.  And we have so many more to come.   We decided while Kelly had a day off we would run up to the pumpkin patch and get some pumpkins and take some cute pictures with Kairi. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (don't worry Jenn we still want to go with you and the boys, just wanted to make sure Kelly got to go as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this pumpkin patch out by Kellys works so skipped on over there.  Kairi loves to be outside and she is so stinkin cute!!  I think my favorite part is her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; socks.. they don't even match her &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; shirt.  Ehh I was going to change them but forgot.. wait till I get her leg warmers on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfXlEU8GSI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0ZHp_SdJAyM/s1600/P1010264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528124099437271330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfXlEU8GSI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0ZHp_SdJAyM/s320/P1010264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfW6PKOr8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZMjsmxCBVrQ/s1600/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528123363610767298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfW6PKOr8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZMjsmxCBVrQ/s320/P1010253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We found a pumpkin just her size... what ever will you carve in it Kairi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfWeQWidkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/05aIpuwDy-g/s1600/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528122882894493250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfWeQWidkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/05aIpuwDy-g/s320/P1010250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love Kelly cause he is a crazy kid at heart.  This was all his idea - we had to take the mini wheel barrel just so Kairi could push it.  Now watching Kelly push a wheel barrel this size, I should have got a picture of that.  So yes we are starting child labor young...but she liked it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im sure its hard to tell at 2 months old&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love experiencing so many first with her, I can't wait until Christmas!! OIE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-238577658089177287?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/238577658089177287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=238577658089177287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/238577658089177287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/238577658089177287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TLfXlEU8GSI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0ZHp_SdJAyM/s72-c/P1010264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6539460095194085063</id><published>2010-10-01T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:52:10.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><content type='html'>I have to laugh at myself right now. Well I don't get much time to blog but when I do I try to fit it all in at once, so I apologize for the massive posts! But she has become my world, my all, my joy and I wouldn't change it for the world. I work in the mornings then get to play with her the rest of the day. I try to fit so much in my day that blogging or being on the internet is the last thing on my list. I am trying to find a routine in life, but I know their isn't one and she will change it even if I do make on.   One thing I am trying to work back in my life is the gym.  I love the gym and thats been a hard adjustment for me is not going as often as I would like, or even at all.  I get lucky if I get 1 or 2 times a week.  I guess I always have running with her - until its to cold.  SIGH but she is my world and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa3AiJhCwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/E5mC6RtojZ0/s1600/P1010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523303212811094786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa3AiJhCwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/E5mC6RtojZ0/s320/P1010190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love this picture!!  I went from my Grandmas house to my Moms house one day and she had pulled her headband over her eyes and fell asleep.  I guess it was to bright for her liking.  She is so silly.  She didn't even cry or anything when she did this.. just went to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa4aKcE1nI/AAAAAAAAAu8/gVkYwjXRxsk/s1600/P1010192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523304752634713714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa4aKcE1nI/AAAAAAAAAu8/gVkYwjXRxsk/s320/P1010192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And look what we are doing now!  We are starting to grab toys!! If I place them in her hand she now holds on to them and swings them around.  As I watched her play with her other toys the ones that she sits under and dangle in her face she even started to swat at them and grab those rings.  She is getting so big and so smart.  I am starting to also teach her sign language.  When I go to feed her I show her the sign for food, or milk.  I need to get ahold of those signing time DVDs and start those. &lt;/p&gt;Well I also tried to add a video of Kairi Kicking like crazy but it didnt' work... BOO.   She is so active and always has been.  Sometimes its hard to hold her cause she is always moving.  I think its cause I ran so much pregnant.  She is going to be my runner for sure those legs never stop moving. I'll see if I can upload it later.. for now I'm tired and my pillow is calling my name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-6539460095194085063?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6539460095194085063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6539460095194085063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6539460095194085063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6539460095194085063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-world.html' title='My world'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa3AiJhCwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/E5mC6RtojZ0/s72-c/P1010190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2683947694250059510</id><published>2010-10-01T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:35:46.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eczema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa1BNHCCBI/AAAAAAAAAus/l7SHTCJ-kOE/s1600/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523301025320142866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa1BNHCCBI/AAAAAAAAAus/l7SHTCJ-kOE/s320/P1010202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby has eczema. So sad. We noticed it all over her back last night. Her skin was rough and cracking and red and it looked painful. It didn't seem to bother her at all but I called the Doctor and took her in today.   We had to put a cream on her skin and really moisturize her up as often as we can with  a heavy duty lotion.  I have to switch the detergent I wash her clothes in to make it less irritable for her.  Reading about eczema it says it very common in infants but not very common for infants that are breast fed, but if you drink cows milk or eat egg products babies can get it.  It also says they can get it if if there is any history of allergys in the family like Asthma or hay fever.  Well Kelly side of the family has the worst allergys to me at least (he would agree) so I guess Kairi was doomed from the start.  But we caught it early and already with just applying this medication today it seems to be clearing up nicely.    Read also that if infants have it, it can be cleared up and usually don't have problems with it later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa1BNHCCBI/AAAAAAAAAus/l7SHTCJ-kOE/s1600/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just crazy the things I eat affect her so much!! I can't eat chocolate as it because it upsets her so much.   Breast feeding is so rewarding but so hard at the same time.  I love it and wouldn't change it for the world.  I love it that she knows me and sometimes all she wants is mommy - yes I have what she wants but we have a stronger bond.   All good things are hard they say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa1BNHCCBI/AAAAAAAAAus/l7SHTCJ-kOE/s1600/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2683947694250059510?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2683947694250059510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2683947694250059510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2683947694250059510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2683947694250059510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/eczema.html' title='Eczema'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKa1BNHCCBI/AAAAAAAAAus/l7SHTCJ-kOE/s72-c/P1010202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2042466367019599421</id><published>2010-10-01T22:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:20:58.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it my baby is already 2 months old!!  She is getting so fun!  She smiles so much, she loves the mornings that is when we are the happiest.  Its hard not be happy either when you have that cute face smiling back at you!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKau6VhQkTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CxFa3BdFC7w/s1600/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523294310248780082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKau6VhQkTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CxFa3BdFC7w/s320/P1010136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKavNl6958I/AAAAAAAAAuM/OVcujls-VIs/s1600/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523294641069090754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKavNl6958I/AAAAAAAAAuM/OVcujls-VIs/s320/P1010139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog still has the length on her but she is catching up.  Mayve if she didn't have her legs all tucked in she might come close. &lt;br /&gt;Stats:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 9.5&lt;br /&gt;Height: 21 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;Head: 37.5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says she is going great and looks great.  But with the 2 month check up comes the 2 month shot!!!  dun dun dun  I wont lie I cried.  When they gave the shots to her the sound that came out of her mouth was TERRIBLE!! You could tell it was not a good feeling.  The cry was nothing like I have ever heard it was horrible.  I cried, Kelly had to hold her hands down.  I was just glad he was there.  Then when it was all over I got to cuddle her and make her feel better.  The coos that came out of her while holding her were so sad, but she knew she was safe in Moms arms!  I don't like shot I couldn't imaging what it feels like to an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKav3-bRxFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bu0XWoJEROs/s1600/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295369201566802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKav3-bRxFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bu0XWoJEROs/s320/P1010133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKavjvzNa9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/fyz_i_8Ajug/s1600/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295021678029778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKavjvzNa9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/fyz_i_8Ajug/s320/P1010131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so brave though and did great, and band-aids make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to reward her for turning 2 months and getting shots and being the cutest thing in the world.  So I gave her a pedicure - well kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKawVE-p97I/AAAAAAAAAuk/oSOXj9n30VU/s1600/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523295869176772530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKawVE-p97I/AAAAAAAAAuk/oSOXj9n30VU/s320/P1010148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did those toes all while she was awake.  They by all means are not anything special, the paint is on there and that is what matters but I love them.  I love her toes painted.  She will be the girliest girl in town Im telling you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2042466367019599421?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2042466367019599421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2042466367019599421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2042466367019599421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2042466367019599421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKau6VhQkTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CxFa3BdFC7w/s72-c/P1010136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1673853860893062760</id><published>2010-10-01T21:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:59:09.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funundrum</title><content type='html'>The perks at working at a News Studio is they are always getting free stuff for everything.  Its called the art of WOOING someone I guess.  They get press releases in the mail with free swag all the time.  Then they are put on a table for anyone that wants them.  Its a nice perk I wont lie!!&lt;br /&gt; So this past week I scored 2 free tickets to the CIRCUS!!!   I haven't been to the circus since I was little so I was so excited to go, and to take Kairi.  Okay I was so nervous to take her as well because I didn't know how she would handle it, but we braved it anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Kelly got home from work late so we got to the circus late, which I hate being late to things to but sometimes what do you do right?  Well as we were walking to the circus we happened to come across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKaj_VDJdNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fKI-CnnlDDE/s1600/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523282301393925330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKaj_VDJdNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fKI-CnnlDDE/s320/P1010166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess the elephants had finished what they were doing so they were taking them back to the animal tent.  Yept hat is an elephant walking the streets of SLC.  It was worth it to be late.  Then they had all the PETA protestors out on the streets yelling that the elephants were being treated badly and blah blah blah.  I know you believe in something but really yelling on the side of the street... really?  Does that really change someones mind about anything..its just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was so much going on at the circus it was seriously a none stop show!  One act would end then anther would begins, there was this and that and some over there and some in front of us, and some the the side of us, there were things going on above us I mean there was so much going on!  You would be watching one person doing something then you would notice someone else doing something cool - then your eyes would go back to what you were watching.  It was hard to keep track of everying.  Needless to say there was Lights, Sounds, Booming, and so much more and this is how Kairi sat the entire night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKaliFzp9xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ndDnvZjozSY/s1600/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523283998109464338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKaliFzp9xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ndDnvZjozSY/s320/P1010171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She sat right on my lap didn't fuss didn't make a peep, just ate her fist and watched EVERYTHING.  Her head would turn from side to side and she loved it I think.  I was just so proud of her, she did amazing.  Everyone sitting around us was amazed of how well behaved she was, and how cute she was!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamtp4bS5I/AAAAAAAAAts/-F73_EAE5gw/s1600/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523285296283339666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamtp4bS5I/AAAAAAAAAts/-F73_EAE5gw/s320/P1010177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKam9vCLKnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dIyEcC7TVCs/s1600/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523285572544309874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKam9vCLKnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dIyEcC7TVCs/s320/P1010181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamcV0J7RI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kPbflA0volI/s1600/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523284998838938898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamcV0J7RI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kPbflA0volI/s320/P1010172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamNOhZCWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8OFnm3PxgGU/s1600/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523284739183151458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKamNOhZCWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8OFnm3PxgGU/s320/P1010174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKal7oHqFVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/1QdUDGiJTfM/s1600/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523284436816893266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKal7oHqFVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/1QdUDGiJTfM/s320/P1010168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with all that going on - wouldn't you sit and enjoy everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKanTK-vC1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/LT3aX6PAjDY/s1600/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523285940823329618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKanTK-vC1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/LT3aX6PAjDY/s320/P1010185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great time, I love doing things as a family and experiencing new things.  This wasn't just Kairis first Circus it was Kellys too.  Perks are so nice!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1673853860893062760?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1673853860893062760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1673853860893062760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1673853860893062760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1673853860893062760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/10/funundrum.html' title='Funundrum'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TKaj_VDJdNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fKI-CnnlDDE/s72-c/P1010166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5948748672332535104</id><published>2010-09-14T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:16:57.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kairi is so much fun I love being home with her. I did start back at Fox yesterday. I am excited and sad to go back to work. I chose to keep Fox because it was only for a couple hours of the day and it gave me a good excuse to actually get dressed for the day and put on make up and have some adult interaction, and I LOVE FOX!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice welcome back - so nice when people tell you how much you have been missed! It was almost scary to go back to work, well maybe nervous. Like when you go back to school for the first time that year.. its a little nervous and scary and exciting.  Walking back through the doors I was a little nervous but I jumped right back into it and it fun.  Coming home is even better I get to see my baby girl - never know how much you miss them until you are away.   Kelly likes it because he gets to have Daddy time with Kairi.  The first day I got home you could tell he was tired. He even said it is a lot of work and was pretty tired.  She is so fun, but she is a lot of work.  I am glad he sees what I get to do all day - he got a little taste of my entire day.  But he loves it!!  We are making it all work.  Most days Kelly works nights there are a few days a week that we have to find someone to watch her for those few hours.  But I am excited to be back at work and everyone thinks she is stinking cute.... can you blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_V8HZ-aQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FxGVznJYrwA/s1600/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516863297309010178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_V8HZ-aQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FxGVznJYrwA/s320/P1010009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this picture she loves to move that tongue!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_WLR9TahI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kxIf6pdZ0XA/s1600/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516863557839579666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_WLR9TahI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kxIf6pdZ0XA/s320/P1010020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Kairi.  I think she is so cute I just want to squish her all the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_Wv17kyvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UCzRKdLPRAc/s1600/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516864185971297010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_Wv17kyvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UCzRKdLPRAc/s320/P1010031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time with Daddy - watching tennis and chillin in the bed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5948748672332535104?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5948748672332535104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5948748672332535104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5948748672332535104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5948748672332535104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_V8HZ-aQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FxGVznJYrwA/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3923909723887881756</id><published>2010-09-14T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:05:42.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a hole in this cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm I love this time of year because that means its time for the annual GREEK festival!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_T0SBriOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/am5HUO1zWsk/s1600/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516860963697690850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_T0SBriOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/am5HUO1zWsk/s320/P1010025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We go for the food!  Spinach Pie, Baklava, Gyros, Rice, Wedding cookies, all the other delicious things I can't spell!  YUM!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_UXYtygMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/-rf2D_Tg6O0/s1600/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516861566788731074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_UXYtygMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/-rf2D_Tg6O0/s320/P1010026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It really is a pretty church!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_UnyIHvBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KqvxyPC-NXw/s1600/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516861848487967762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_UnyIHvBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KqvxyPC-NXw/s320/P1010028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she really likes her carrier (thanks Jessica for letting me use it) she just falls asleep when she is in it.  Its nice because it makes going places eaiser with her.  Dragging a stroller through the streets of places like this is not an easy task..specially a stroller like mine.  I have a jogging stroller - the carrier is so much easier to pack around and it leaves me hands free.  Im just glad she like it so much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till Next year Greek Festival!!&lt;/p&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/1590274237056552843-3923909723887881756?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3923909723887881756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3923909723887881756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3923909723887881756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3923909723887881756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-hole-in-this-cake.html' title='There&apos;s a hole in this cake'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_T0SBriOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/am5HUO1zWsk/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1267336405811591473</id><published>2010-09-14T13:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:43:14.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun month so far - lots to see and do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kairi had her first experience at Swiss Days. I always love going to swiss days - more of the food mmmm swiss tacos AKA navajo tacos. Nothing grabbed me this year and said BUY ME BUY ME. Which I guess was a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to roll at Swiss days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TJfjOr3wkpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Hv-UJiACpms/s1600/IMG_2835%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519129709800100498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TJfjOr3wkpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Hv-UJiACpms/s320/IMG_2835%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after we got home we had a BEES game that night! WOOT WOOT First one I been to this year. Ohh good ole baseball. Also made me realize how tired I get so much earlier. By the time we got home that night a little after 11 I was SOO TIRED and worn out. Man this getting out stuff is hard work. We all were tired and slept most of Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_SbM_1r3I/AAAAAAAAArc/fqRM37WgmHM/s1600/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859433339432818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_SbM_1r3I/AAAAAAAAArc/fqRM37WgmHM/s320/P1010003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how I start the Bees game...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_S2wxM8JI/AAAAAAAAArk/HKnIGAWrhqw/s1600/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859906798186642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_S2wxM8JI/AAAAAAAAArk/HKnIGAWrhqw/s320/P1010005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I wake up for some Bees Action&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_TD0VnULI/AAAAAAAAArs/rZKCOxKWftk/s1600/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516860131094515890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TI_TD0VnULI/AAAAAAAAArs/rZKCOxKWftk/s320/P1010006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And every fan needs a pink foam finger!&lt;/p&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/1590274237056552843-1267336405811591473?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1267336405811591473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1267336405811591473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1267336405811591473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1267336405811591473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/bzzzzz.html' title='Bzzzzz'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TJfjOr3wkpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Hv-UJiACpms/s72-c/IMG_2835%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3183361079917794181</id><published>2010-09-01T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:23:34.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aww how time flies!! 6 weeks already. It has been a long month. I feel kind of sad and bad and relieve all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel relieve because I am at my 6 months and my doctor has given me the go ahead to go back to normal life. Man it hard not being able to run and vaccum and the every day stuff. So i am relieved I have survived and made it this far.  I have already started running again - feels so good.  And yesterday was my first day back at the gym - it was shoulder day.  Aww man did it feel good.  It's a lot harder to go to the gym now - so much planning and I never know what do with Kairi.  But I'll fit it in when I can.  We have been running every morning.  It's nice cause she gets an hour nap in as well so we are both happy when we finish.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because I was so sick during that month that I felt like I didn't get to enjoy her being such a infant.  Also feel bad because you are so exhausted from being a milk dispenser that I kind of took it for granted.   So I feel like I wanted the month to hurry along but now thats it gone I feel I missed something.  Guess that means I have to make the most of what I have right now.    Like her sleeping!!!  Yes!!!!  I need a few hours to myself it feels so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been sleeping good through the night - usually in bed by 10 and she wakes up roughly around 4.  Sometimes 3ish but either way I am getting sleep, she is getting sleep.   Which in turns makes us all very very happy!!  She has been alot of fun and alot of work all at the same time.  Your world is turned up side down and its alot harder to go and do things then it was before (like the gym) but I wouldn't change it for the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a cute pic of her - looks red in the face probably just stopped crying.   She did cry for 6 hours one day - I thought I was going to pull my hair out.  But we survived and think we have her figured out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TH7e2dpfaQI/AAAAAAAAArM/mB0tsQyWGcI/s1600/P1000994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512088021201021186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TH7e2dpfaQI/AAAAAAAAArM/mB0tsQyWGcI/s320/P1000994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has so many PUMA outfits I love them!!! Now only if Under Armour would make infant stuff - I need to write a letter to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3183361079917794181?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3183361079917794181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3183361079917794181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3183361079917794181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3183361079917794181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TH7e2dpfaQI/AAAAAAAAArM/mB0tsQyWGcI/s72-c/P1000994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1329008467643341186</id><published>2010-08-22T16:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:49:58.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>She is already a month old, wow how time flies.  Yes I have a minute to write today - but of course the moment I do she starts fushing.  Ohh the joys huh.  Seriously is a life changing event.  My life is not the same anymore - she now runs the show!!  I guess I never imagined how much a difference she would be in my life!  It's been fun but also a challenge.  From the moment she came in this world its been a challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;Just a quick story of what happened at her birth.  My water broke at 6:15 in the morning on the 17th - well I guess more like leaking.  By 8:30 a.m. it had broken - and I was at a golf tournament for work.  So I woke kelly up to have him meet me at the hospital.  Well when we got there they have to do test to make sure that you really did break your water.  Well after 2 test I was sent home with them telling me that it was my water - just fluid.  Well I got home and I was soaked to the bone - so back to the hospital.  Well it turned out it was my water that broke -t here is soemthing in my body that doesn't register on those test.  Good to know.  Well by midnight that night after a lot of potossium (spelling????) and a epidural to loosen my body up I was only dialated to a 3... so I ended up having a C-section.  And Kairi was born at 1:21.   Thats the short version!!&lt;br /&gt;Well this past month we have been busy with getting used to Kairi and her getting used to us.  We have had a lot of first this month so here are just a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGkUwv-p2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/jMwQcDP2-fA/s1600/P1000910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508364495841306466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGkUwv-p2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/jMwQcDP2-fA/s320/P1000910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st bath till my Cord falls out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGk-elTDBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/44lnlMi7t5A/s1600/P1000961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508365212519173138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGk-elTDBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/44lnlMi7t5A/s320/P1000961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st bath in tub!! 8/6/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGlOMhbbeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zUD5iLe_CpQ/s1600/P1000966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508365482549013986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGlOMhbbeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/zUD5iLe_CpQ/s320/P1000966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One month old and first long car ride to Cedar City!  Only had to stop once on the way down to eat.    Way home had to stop twice and got tired of the car quick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGljBwBJbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Sr6fjjCjPsU/s1600/P1000969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508365840434668978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGljBwBJbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Sr6fjjCjPsU/s320/P1000969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGy9YPQF5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/bNHYf1scQ3o/s1600/P1000980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508380586799011730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGy9YPQF5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/bNHYf1scQ3o/s320/P1000980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meeting new family in Cedar!  Grandpa John and Cousin Sydnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some other first she did:  She has officially rolled over from her stomach to her back at 2 weeks.  We thought it was a fluke at first but she has done it multiple time since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing fast and a lot of fun (and screaming right now - they do that alot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1329008467643341186?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1329008467643341186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1329008467643341186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1329008467643341186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1329008467643341186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-month.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/THGkUwv-p2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/jMwQcDP2-fA/s72-c/P1000910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3133992821173221253</id><published>2010-07-22T17:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:04:30.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please meet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kairi Ann Hoyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Born July 18th 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1:21 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;6 lbs 6 oz&lt;br /&gt;17.5 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjYh8KisNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/27UfzGcc1Lk/s1600/DSC_8275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496881422803316946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjYh8KisNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/27UfzGcc1Lk/s320/DSC_8275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjUGEJZYSI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OoLlSxeGemQ/s1600/DSC_8207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496876545863147810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjUGEJZYSI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OoLlSxeGemQ/s320/DSC_8207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjbdQQDn5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5u3T853hCKg/s1600/DSC_8293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496884640830693266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjbdQQDn5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5u3T853hCKg/s320/DSC_8293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom and baby are doing amazing, Dad is adjusting to life well and loves this little girl more than anything.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once life calms down a little bit Ill blog about her whole story - crazy - but we are so blessed to have her in our live and couldn't be happier.  We love her and we may be a little biased but think she is the cutest little girl ever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3133992821173221253?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3133992821173221253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3133992821173221253&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3133992821173221253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3133992821173221253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-meet.html' title='Please meet....'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TEjYh8KisNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/27UfzGcc1Lk/s72-c/DSC_8275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5566057320867417362</id><published>2010-07-15T15:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:23:40.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;First the reception, then the friend trip, then the wedding!! Who says we have to be traditional and in a certain order? &lt;br /&gt;In the end Eternity is what matters!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TD97wYS_gMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/W0vM0jekUDA/s1600/P1000677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494246141501341890" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TD97wYS_gMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/W0vM0jekUDA/s320/P1000677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Russell and Arielle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5566057320867417362?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5566057320867417362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5566057320867417362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5566057320867417362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5566057320867417362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-did-it.html' title='They did it!!!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TD97wYS_gMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/W0vM0jekUDA/s72-c/P1000677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4659099325264466377</id><published>2010-07-11T21:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:54:23.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Manny says: Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqM-eLdZtI/AAAAAAAAApU/T1wzTCr4v_U/s1600/P1000662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857700412647122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqM-eLdZtI/AAAAAAAAApU/T1wzTCr4v_U/s320/P1000662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZACK - 2 years old, how time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a few highlights of the party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqOX0X8mJI/AAAAAAAAApc/SGyXH6cYgKs/s1600/P1000650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492859235378960530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqOX0X8mJI/AAAAAAAAApc/SGyXH6cYgKs/s320/P1000650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loved to hit the pinata!!! Way to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqO7jOQwJI/AAAAAAAAApk/-YMrAYYDyXw/s1600/P1000664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492859849250226322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqO7jOQwJI/AAAAAAAAApk/-YMrAYYDyXw/s320/P1000664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqRqgAof8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/fCSJY85uKgE/s1600/P1000666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492862854864863170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqRqgAof8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/fCSJY85uKgE/s320/P1000666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeanette and Jenn did a great job on the cake. Jenn the decorations looked FABULOUS as well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqP-96ogDI/AAAAAAAAAps/y2hLMOSaFug/s1600/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492861007466889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqP-96ogDI/AAAAAAAAAps/y2hLMOSaFug/s320/P1000658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the final life of the pinata - Tyler destroyed it - or he just broke it off the string and Bob had to finish breaking it. Good job Tyler way to safe the day!!&lt;/p&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/1590274237056552843-4659099325264466377?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4659099325264466377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4659099325264466377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4659099325264466377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4659099325264466377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/handy-manny-says-happy-birthday.html' title='Handy Manny says: Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqM-eLdZtI/AAAAAAAAApU/T1wzTCr4v_U/s72-c/P1000662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2937956127181384288</id><published>2010-07-11T20:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:25:43.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Penelopes Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well after much waiting I have it done (well almost a few minor details to complete) But here is the finished product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqD4149mtI/AAAAAAAAAok/qCxrhcCvTm8/s1600/P1000632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492847708093651666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqD4149mtI/AAAAAAAAAok/qCxrhcCvTm8/s320/P1000632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TA-DA!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend Abbey hand painted that flower on the wall!!  I loved it from the moment it was up there.  Just what I wanted.  Kelly did a great job on all the walls, he worked so hard on them and they turned out Fabulous.  Thanks Kelly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqFLNoW4EI/AAAAAAAAAos/KKxEK9TbRSI/s1600/P1000628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492849123215728706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqFLNoW4EI/AAAAAAAAAos/KKxEK9TbRSI/s320/P1000628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqF4OP-n8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/7bS2KWwVx3I/s1600/P1000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492849896476024770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqF4OP-n8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/7bS2KWwVx3I/s320/P1000620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was feeling so left out by not being able to help paint - so here is my project for her room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the bedding, My Mom and I made the bumpers. They are my favorite and I think they turend out to be SO CUTE!! I couldn't be more happy with them if I wanted to. It took months and month to find everything we needed. Once I found out it was a girl i set out to find colors. My mom and I shopped for 6 hours for different material and we found this idea at Garnder Village. So I was put to work. I worked on the size of birds I wanted and I cut them all out. Findidng the dotted material was SO HARD. I couldn't find the size of dots I wanted. Finally after like 3 months of searching I called Material Girls in SJ and had my sister Jeanette go look the dots and see if they were big enough. From her descriptiont they sounded right. I cruised over there and sure enough PERFECT. Ohh man see paitence does pay off. My mom and I finished them in about 2 days - it was so much fun. And my mom made a skirt and we made the cutest valance to match it. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqJkMOT4yI/AAAAAAAAApM/NR27jt44CNo/s1600/P1000674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492853950381286178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqJkMOT4yI/AAAAAAAAApM/NR27jt44CNo/s320/P1000674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the valance we made as well.  The strips is what the skirt is made out of and then we have the matching green dots.  I tried not to make it so much pink in the room and this very much off sets everything but brings it all together.  LOVE IT I must say!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqGMLALrNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5c-imey2Bng/s1600/P1000634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492850239201848530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqGMLALrNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5c-imey2Bng/s320/P1000634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My cute mom finshing the last bumper!! LOVE YOU MOM thank you so much for your wonderful talent and helping me design these bumpers. I am so excited and know she will love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqCOCXvygI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-VPOjI8Y8WE/s1600/P1000623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492845873197992450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqCOCXvygI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-VPOjI8Y8WE/s320/P1000623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finishing the bumpers ont he crib. You can't see the skirt but its the same as the valance - thats what started the entire process.   I love it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqGcpYw7UI/AAAAAAAAApE/H4jVeMNcR-c/s1600/P1000631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqGcpYw7UI/AAAAAAAAApE/H4jVeMNcR-c/s1600/P1000631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492850522235923778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqGcpYw7UI/AAAAAAAAApE/H4jVeMNcR-c/s320/P1000631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I had to throw sock monkey in there.  This was a gift from my brother and his girlfriend Lydia.  I love this sock monkey he is my favorite thing!!  Don't you just want to carry him everywhere.  he he he makes me smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well that is her room we still have some shelves to put up and places to find homes for things but we are ready for her to be here.  We couldn't be more excited and feel so blessed that she wants to be part of our family.   We are anxious and nervous.  I don't know how anxious she is she is pretty cozy in there - one day she will make her grand entrance.   We will be ready and waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2937956127181384288?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2937956127181384288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2937956127181384288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2937956127181384288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2937956127181384288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/penelopes-room.html' title='Penelopes Room'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDqD4149mtI/AAAAAAAAAok/qCxrhcCvTm8/s72-c/P1000632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8407527346692088959</id><published>2010-07-07T13:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:03:47.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show off</title><content type='html'>I just had to show off what Kelly has been working on for weeks and weeks - really when he gets somet time off he is trying to make out yard look nice.  Don't mind the &lt;em&gt;DEAD&lt;/em&gt; grass in some parts we don't know why it dies there every year - we think we found the problem - GRAVEL!!!  Who puts gravel under grass?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTaYOmkpsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4zUcuB3B9kI/s1600/P1000638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491253955443074754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTaYOmkpsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4zUcuB3B9kI/s320/P1000638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTasNLySpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gYUMljHIdIE/s1600/P1000642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491254298659670674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTasNLySpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gYUMljHIdIE/s320/P1000642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cut the lawn and put edging all along the flowerbeds to give it that definition it was in need of.   He even fixed the rock wall I fell down this past October! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTbL7LcQrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-emtAdDwf9s/s1600/P1000640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491254843582202546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTbL7LcQrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-emtAdDwf9s/s320/P1000640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The edging on the side of the house.  He had to cut alot of the grass out - it was growing right up to the flowers themselves.  It looks so nice.  Just need to get mor bark.  But it  looks 100 x's better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTbqjVNyTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HJml3JXuzNM/s1600/P1000643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491255369756690738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTbqjVNyTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HJml3JXuzNM/s320/P1000643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just a simple fix to some ugly rocks that were there as a walking path.   Looking good Kelly!!  Thanks for all your hard work and always working in the yard - I try to help as much as I can (and when youre not yelling at me for helping) But it looks amazing so thank you - always love to show off your hard work sorry I don't do it more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8407527346692088959?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8407527346692088959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8407527346692088959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8407527346692088959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8407527346692088959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/show-off.html' title='Show off'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TDTaYOmkpsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4zUcuB3B9kI/s72-c/P1000638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5833262359426239752</id><published>2010-06-03T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:45:27.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TAgDmzlJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xQLe7cI7gOk/s1600/P1000454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478632911912168898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TAgDmzlJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xQLe7cI7gOk/s320/P1000454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't it a beauty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Growing up we had these lovely things in huge plants around our house.  I love them, I love the way they smell, I love the wya they look.  I remember you could walk into my moms room and instantly smell them from the open window - they grew right outside her window.  We used to pick them and make arrangments for the house all the time.  I love the purple ones but we also had white ones growing up.  They remind me so much of my childhood.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So when we moved into our house we had a very small Lilac bush growing in the northwest corner of our house.  Kelly doesn't like lilacs, they make him sneeze, make his eyes itch basically make his life horrible - but really what thing that grows doesn't?  Well he wanted to pull the bush out!!!   How dare he say those words.  Well as you can see I won, as long as I promised not to bring them in the house.  But for 4 years now it hasn't done much but just grow and not produce anything.  Well as you can see it has, one patch of lilacs were discovered yesterday and I couldn't have been more excited.     Childhood memories came flooding back.  MMMM I love lilacs.&lt;/p&gt;Sooo... with that I think it needs to be said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Penelope Rose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaes don't inherit your fathers horrible allergies so you can too one day enjoy lilacs as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5833262359426239752?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5833262359426239752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5833262359426239752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5833262359426239752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5833262359426239752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/lilacs.html' title='Lilacs'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/TAgDmzlJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xQLe7cI7gOk/s72-c/P1000454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7574485615487259248</id><published>2010-05-27T08:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:52:07.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;May 8th - we had our second half of Christms to Nate and Wendy.  We went to another Real Game.  This one was the day before Mother's Day so they had a tribute to Mom's and we got a free soccer bag.    You see we give gifts that Nate and Wendy are forced to hang out with us in order to us - he he he.     They won 3 to 0!!! Way to go boys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6JbVJ8UNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4cKok6bkQ-M/s1600/P1000370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475965299557421266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6JbVJ8UNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4cKok6bkQ-M/s320/P1000370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;# 11 Javier Morales with a winning shot- actually I think in this shot he kicked it and then Beckerman was there and actaully scored the goal.  Either way it was a winning shot!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6JLXJpscI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0Fcisu5fCNY/s1600/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475965025215164866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6JLXJpscI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0Fcisu5fCNY/s320/P1000365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only picture I got of Wendy, Nate and Korver.  I feel bad, you can't even see Wendy, and Korver's eyes are closed.  Every picture I took of Korver his eyes were closed.   Ohh well thanks guys for coming with us we always have a great time with you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6I8R8T5LI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pR271vYLt7U/s1600/P1000372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475964766118995122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6I8R8T5LI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pR271vYLt7U/s320/P1000372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;US!  Awww&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is kind of dork he kept asking me how Penelope likes Soccer, if she was kicking like a soccer player.  He is just excited right?  But yes she did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-7574485615487259248?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7574485615487259248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7574485615487259248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7574485615487259248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7574485615487259248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/rsl.html' title='RSL'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_6JbVJ8UNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4cKok6bkQ-M/s72-c/P1000370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5109240974528989584</id><published>2010-05-25T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:59:44.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vvh0TKdeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3r2Y-E-Tz9Q/s1600/30+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475233136252712418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vvh0TKdeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3r2Y-E-Tz9Q/s320/30+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May 16, 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So far I've been feeling great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I still work out 5-6 times a week if my time allows me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel like I have put on a lot of weight which is frustrating to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I haven't been sick (knock on wood). The only thing I don't like to smell is steak being cooked in my house. If Kelly cooks it on the grill and then brings it inside its fine, but cooked inside and ate inside is a huge NO- NO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She is a good kicker - but only when no one is around. Kelly has felt her many times but the moment we are around people its almost like she gets shy and stops moving and kicking. She better not be a shy little thing us Parkers are NOT SHY!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No real cravings - I usually know what I want and don't waiver from that but don't crave certain things all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I broke down and bought a pair of maternity pants - I actually like them if they would stay on my butt. They are just a very different feel than my normal pre-pregnancy pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wouldn't say I enjoy being pregnant but its not as bad as I thought it would be. I still have my moments and break down, but only when no one is around.  I suffer in silence.   But I do love those moments with her where she kicks and squirms and wiggles inside of me, I giggle alot at her.  I think I'll miss those the most.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shopping is fun and tough at the same time.  We want to buy her the world but have to resist.  Girls are more fun to shop for.  Kelly says we have to much pink. Ohh well I love pink and so will she.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are very excited for her to be here but we are willing to wait for her to be good and ready so she can be heathly and strong.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5109240974528989584?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5109240974528989584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5109240974528989584&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5109240974528989584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5109240974528989584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-weeks.html' title='30 Weeks'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vvh0TKdeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3r2Y-E-Tz9Q/s72-c/30+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2647056330526745409</id><published>2010-05-25T08:49:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:30:59.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning, during, after</title><content type='html'>Rules to Remodeling your house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - Don't do this while pregnant. You feel so useless and everything seems harder. You aren't allowed to move certain things and if you try people tend to yell at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a very independant person and so this was a very big challenge for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - Painting sucks - don't believe me ask Kelly he did most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vj-ySgTnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xSow_XqZZwc/s1600/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475220439789751922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vj-ySgTnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xSow_XqZZwc/s320/P1000392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We painted Penelopes room (he he see how her door is closed so you can't see the final project yet). We also painted all the baseboards and door frames and doors upstairs. I didn't get to help with much, I did manage to help with the hall door frames and some of the doors. But again you aren't allowed to paint while pregnant. To many rules!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - A clean home is a happy home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vkyCMe4OI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9MJuarfFe-A/s1600/P1000394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475221320232788194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vkyCMe4OI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9MJuarfFe-A/s320/P1000394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey this reminds me of my nemisis - how could you forget? Check it &lt;a href="http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/nemisis.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;It's true what they say when you have an organized home your happier. This may not seem like a big mess but it just got worse and worse as the days went on. The down stairs had everything out of the two rooms crammed into our living room. We had ZERO carpet in our house except for our bedroom which we waiting till Friday night to pull out. By Friday night we had our bed in the kitchen blocking the stove, the sink, we had just enough path to get downstairs. IT WAS A MESS. I slept horrible all week long (not that I don't already). Coming home to this mess make me twitch a little. And poor little Router didn't understand. He followed us around no matter where we went, wouldn't leave our site, I think he was afraid we were moving and we were going to leave him. Poor little guy, so tramatized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - Keep your eye on the prize. Even with all the jumble and messes and paint splatters and paint buckets. The end result is all worth it! Seeing what you accomplished from all your hard work is a reward in itself. Kelly did an amazing job he worked so hard everyday to make our house transform into our home. I don't think I thank him enough for what he does for me, he really is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing what a coat of paint will do to a place, what it will do to your spirit! It's clean and refreshing and makes the room look so crisp. We want to finish painting out bedroom - but that will have to come later. I don't either of us have the strength to do another room right now. It took us 2 weeks just to pick penelopes colors in her room, imagine our room! One day, one day. We have to get her room all ready for her arrival, stuff to buy and things to still to organize - feels like so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vtE4dFXFI/AAAAAAAAAmg/cLjIAU6K3ME/s1600/P1000397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475230440128601170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vtE4dFXFI/AAAAAAAAAmg/cLjIAU6K3ME/s320/P1000397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vtWAU09HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9hb1QezA_-g/s1600/P1000398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475230734299231346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vtWAU09HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9hb1QezA_-g/s320/P1000398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New padding is down. We upgraded our padding to a thicker pad and a protection against spills and accidents. With a kid on the way and a dog you just never know what might happen. It was worth the extra money, but I also got it at a discount. Regular upgrade for this padding $2 sf, for the Princess $1 per square foot. You can feel the difference, its amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Enjoy it - Router sure did and it wasn't even finished yet. We came up the stairs to have a look at the progress and he got so excited to have carpet again he instantly started running around in circle and being Router. I love this dog, he truely is the best thing - he will always be my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fe305d16edba1" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D003fe305d16edba1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8AEA08A78C9D01C789BE659D05A66F89965B8DF.6D0E69251CD6CA4A104CF12F0C6E883DCF639DB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fe305d16edba1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HjDwZfQQ7SVHD6gjIWa0QQD9Ms&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D003fe305d16edba1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427477%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8AEA08A78C9D01C789BE659D05A66F89965B8DF.6D0E69251CD6CA4A104CF12F0C6E883DCF639DB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fe305d16edba1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HjDwZfQQ7SVHD6gjIWa0QQD9Ms&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vunOe7c8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/68ngoJDkbqc/s1600/P1000407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475232129669100482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vunOe7c8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/68ngoJDkbqc/s320/P1000407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I may not have rolled around like Router, but I enjoyed vacuuming my fresh new clean carpet! Don't you just love the smell of fresh carpet? mmmm I love it!! It was nice to "enjoy it"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We love the new carpet gives our house a NEW feel and look. I'll post pictures of penelopes finished room at a later date. We have some stuff to "add" to it. STAY TUNED!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2647056330526745409?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2647056330526745409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2647056330526745409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2647056330526745409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2647056330526745409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/begginning-during-after.html' title='Beginning, during, after'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vj-ySgTnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xSow_XqZZwc/s72-c/P1000392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2234043335072975095</id><published>2010-05-25T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:49:08.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work then Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vg6KNXF3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/cmCgND2nUjc/s1600/P1000375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475217061776398194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vg6KNXF3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/cmCgND2nUjc/s320/P1000375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HA HA love it! Yep thats me cutting the lawn. I wanted to help do the yard work so I did. It was sure fun. Tired to convince Kelly that we needed one of these for our yard - he ruined that fun and said our yard was to small! But think I could do the ENTIRE neighborhood in half the time! Thanks Grandpa for allowing me to cut the lawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vgp2BzYUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Rgy-hkOar8k/s1600/P1000380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475216781481304386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vgp2BzYUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Rgy-hkOar8k/s320/P1000380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love going to Cedar City because we get to see these people (and so many others) but here is a great picture of Kelly's Mom and Grandpa John. We always go see Grandpa John and bring him KFC chicken and do some yard work for him. Here they are watching me mown th lawn - are they laughing at me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great time in Cedar - its always fun to go down there and see family. We sure miss living down there some days. It's a very different world than up here - but we are blessed to have such a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;While we were there Danica, our sister-in-law, and Kelly's Mom threw me a baby shower. That was a lot of fun, we, or should I say SHE got spoiled? Yeah we did! For some reason I didn't even take my camera out at the shower so I'll have to see about getting the pictures from Kelly's mom and post some. We got great loot though thanks everyone for coming!! We had a great time, we played the typcial games but they are funny. Baby bingo, guess the candy bar in the diaper (still grosses me out) and the remember game. I don't think this game is very fair for the mom to be - we get pregnancy brain &lt;em&gt;WE FORGET EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;. Needless to say I couldn't remember any of the baby items in the basket I think I just started to make up stuff. Ohh well. The funny moment opening presents was we got the same outfit 3 different times in 3 different sizes. So Penelope can wear it as a newborn, 0-3 months, and 3-6 months - its like a new outfit all over again. Good times, and thank you to all for being so generous to us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was great to see so many old friends, and the family we miss them all and don't get down to Cedar enough! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2234043335072975095?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2234043335072975095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2234043335072975095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2234043335072975095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2234043335072975095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-then-play.html' title='Work then Play'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vg6KNXF3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/cmCgND2nUjc/s72-c/P1000375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1344984981276197588</id><published>2010-05-25T08:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:36:16.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on</title><content type='html'>Reviewing my camera the other day I realized I have much to blog about so here are some random updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYLER!! (April 30th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well you see we had a party for him - but he is 15 years old mind you.  We all met at my sisters house, he was late to his own party.  When he got there we ate banana splits he then quickly opened his presents took the money out of the cards then asked if he could spend the night at one of his friends house.  I would say he was there for roughly 20 minutes TOPS!  Yeah so needless to say I didn't even get a picture of him at his party.   Sooo... we entertained ourselves the duration of the night - okay Jenn's kids did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_ve4TU6q8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/QkI7L2HGyOc/s1600/P1000361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475214830841015234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_ve4TU6q8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/QkI7L2HGyOc/s320/P1000361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gavin - what a cute little chunkster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vepGy6M1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/VOLIFMxBe24/s1600/P1000356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475214569779114834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_vepGy6M1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/VOLIFMxBe24/s320/P1000356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zack - yes we were teaching him to go in and out of the doggy door.  It was cold outside and he wanted to play out there.  So we taught him how to go in and out.  He thought it was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Happy Birthday Tyler - 15 years old CRAZY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1344984981276197588?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1344984981276197588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1344984981276197588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1344984981276197588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1344984981276197588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S_ve4TU6q8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/QkI7L2HGyOc/s72-c/P1000361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5895537825210166675</id><published>2010-04-29T17:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:28:16.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>250,000 Tulips</title><content type='html'>I counted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPRING HAS SPRUNG (even though snow snow snow falls today) Can you believe it that last weekend it was HOT sunny and so beautiful outside and today we wake up to SNOW!!!! Well to get us all back in the spring spirit here is some pictures of the Beautiful Gardens out at Thanksgiving Point. Their tulip festival is one of a kind, never realized how big the gardens are! So enjoy. And Rach I threw in some of me so you can see my ever increasing belly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s5rIigzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/32FHhF_bru4/s1600/P1000330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466025985933627138" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s5rIigzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/32FHhF_bru4/s320/P1000330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s59-r4fKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/lDeErzYT4Rk/s1600/P1000343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466026309706087586" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s59-r4fKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/lDeErzYT4Rk/s320/P1000343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s6WrE0m2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/L8XFn71daAo/s1600/P1000349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466026733938711394" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s6WrE0m2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/L8XFn71daAo/s320/P1000349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s7KZI-cKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wBMCVvjarOw/s1600/P1000350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466027622477492386" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s7KZI-cKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wBMCVvjarOw/s320/P1000350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love spring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s7rH5GQzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/107iscrKfqs/s1600/P1000329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466028184783176498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s7rH5GQzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/107iscrKfqs/s320/P1000329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 27 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s8G53KunI/AAAAAAAAAlg/D3aSyO-VArw/s1600/P1000338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466028662053321330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s8G53KunI/AAAAAAAAAlg/D3aSyO-VArw/s320/P1000338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is one big man made waterfall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s8fOnhdeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ibZ4GsxVcSY/s1600/P1000341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466029079941707234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s8fOnhdeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ibZ4GsxVcSY/s320/P1000341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look Mom I can see my feet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5895537825210166675?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5895537825210166675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5895537825210166675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5895537825210166675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5895537825210166675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/250000-tulips.html' title='250,000 Tulips'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9s5rIigzwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/32FHhF_bru4/s72-c/P1000330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-927676980711822568</id><published>2010-04-27T13:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:31:24.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your calendars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So something interesting happened this week. A few weeks ago my friend &lt;a href="http://wendymoonjackman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt; told me about an ad on KSL about a maternity company looking for pregnant women between 6-8 months who lived in the SLC area to model their new line of clothings, and in return you get to keep the clothes. Umm FREE CLOTHES really why not? So I had nothing to lose right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9c593tB8aI/AAAAAAAAAko/TZQHVvwz0dI/s1600/Milan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464900407925010850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9c593tB8aI/AAAAAAAAAko/TZQHVvwz0dI/s320/Milan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their website can be found &lt;a href="http://milanmaternity.com/maternity-clothes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I sent off an email (like a week and half after the ad ws posted) didn't hear anything - nothing to disapointing. Well then one day while at Fox I thought for one of our interview segments they do on &lt;a href="http://www.fox13now.com/"&gt;Good Day Utah Weekend Edition&lt;/a&gt; they could have these people on mabye talk about the photoshoot they did with the SLC people they picked or whatever. So I asked Tamara about it and gave her the contact information (okay a little biasised). Well 2 weeks later she told me she contacted them and got a response and they were going to be on the show on May 8th as part of their Mothers Day shows. &lt;em&gt;SWEET I felt acomplished&lt;/em&gt; I helped the show. Well she also said when they responded to her email that they mentioned I had contacted them about the photoshoot. &lt;em&gt;SWEET I was remembered&lt;/em&gt;. Well then I recieved an email from them asking me if I wanted to wear one of their shirts on the news segment and be part of their fashion show for the segment! SWEET even better, ohh and of course I said &lt;em&gt;YES!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So mark your calendars, set your alarms, May 8th sometime between 7:30-9 a.m. on May 8th I will be on TV. It's not doing the news but its in the news! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-927676980711822568?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/927676980711822568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=927676980711822568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/927676980711822568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/927676980711822568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/mark-your-calendars.html' title='Mark your calendars'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S9c593tB8aI/AAAAAAAAAko/TZQHVvwz0dI/s72-c/Milan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4608900551263168887</id><published>2010-04-19T09:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:22:56.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this season</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really nothing is better than spending time with people you enjoy and eating good food.  I love our new BBQ, wait let me change that - Kelly and I love our new BBQ we cook on it as often as we can.  He loves Costco steaks, I love chicken marinaded, cooked with a side of grilled veggies sprinkled with Canadian secret seasoning from Uncle Reed.   mmmm  So yesterday we had a crowd full - and boy was it fun.    We had a great mix of everything to eat and I think I ate myself into a food coma - I slept soo good that night!  So here is some random pictures from our evening.  My camera's battery was dying and I can't quite remember where I put the charger (stupid pregnancy brain, and torn up house) so I didn't get to many pictures of the BBQ, but know that we had a lot of fun and you missed out if you weren't there - but hope next time you are.  You don't even need an invite just show up we'll make a party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6724ELtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2C_AwA21CpM/s1600/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461875616855109330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6724ELtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2C_AwA21CpM/s320/P1000321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who doesn't love PING PONG??  (Korver womped Kelly)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x7FPJGRYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yyHY4WYEmCw/s1600/P1000317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461875777987822978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x7FPJGRYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yyHY4WYEmCw/s320/P1000317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my friends Abbey's car, I love it because it is seriouly sooo cute!  It's even a convertible, its so small it's only 106.1 inches long, 61.4 inches wide, 60.7 inches tall on a 73.5-inch wheelbase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HA HA the best part of this is he took it for a spin, and in the stereo was a CD from &lt;em&gt;"Elf"&lt;/em&gt; so here he is driving around with this &lt;em&gt;Smart Car&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;"elf"&lt;/em&gt; blaring through the speakers.  He said he got some intersting looks from people.   This is the cutest car and I love it when I see my frined drive it.   Nate looked so funny in it because the car is so small!!  He could fit 3 of those in his garage!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x7NkVZOkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/s3_n6-deed0/s1600/P1000322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461875921115494978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x7NkVZOkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/s3_n6-deed0/s320/P1000322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mary's version of the &lt;em&gt;"Smart Car"&lt;/em&gt; hers just doens't get her far - and has a hard time getting in and out of it.  But this toy pretty much looks like the &lt;em&gt;Smart Car&lt;/em&gt;. - I think they designed it after this toy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love this time of year - I love the warm weather, how it brings everyone out of their houses. I walked around our neighborhood the other day and the amount of kids all over was soo cool, warm weather is so much more inviting and makes people happy.  Goodbye Winter ohh how I don't miss you at this moment! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4608900551263168887?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4608900551263168887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4608900551263168887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4608900551263168887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4608900551263168887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-this-season.html' title='I love this season'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6724ELtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2C_AwA21CpM/s72-c/P1000321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-331840786071759220</id><published>2010-04-19T09:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:50:42.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a sneak peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6c9ohehI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cyZIqzQgsHU/s1600/P1000315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461875086093023762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6c9ohehI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cyZIqzQgsHU/s320/P1000315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sneak peek of what Penelope's room is turning into.  (thats what we call her till we call her till she is here in our arms)  Kelly has been working extra hard these last couple of weeks to prime, paint and tear out carpet. Once we have the carpet installed (throughout the entire house WAAAAHOOOO) I'll post a picture of the finshed room. But I love it so far! Stay tooned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-331840786071759220?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/331840786071759220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=331840786071759220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/331840786071759220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/331840786071759220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-sneak-peek.html' title='Just a sneak peek'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S8x6c9ohehI/AAAAAAAAAkI/cyZIqzQgsHU/s72-c/P1000315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5403420607343481653</id><published>2010-04-06T08:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:37:25.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter - never to old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your'e never to old for Easter, or coloring eggs for that matter.  Kelly came home Saturday night with a egg dying kit. He was so excited because it was Star Wars!  So Sunday morning we decided to dye some easter eggs (in preparation of doing it for many years to come).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDM9MEbSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GVwfLy1X6Xc/s1600/P1000260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457029263352163618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDM9MEbSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GVwfLy1X6Xc/s320/P1000260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the supplies ready to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDj43-P5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/RGq5UDrfASA/s1600/P1000263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457029657331122066" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDj43-P5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/RGq5UDrfASA/s320/P1000263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDZGDeWdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RxlOwPA6piU/s1600/P1000266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457029471890463186" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDZGDeWdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RxlOwPA6piU/s320/P1000266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dying eggs. &lt;br /&gt;I was really excited Kelly just likes to take pictures all at the wrong moment! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tES-Q2QEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jqo0QyBAgVg/s1600/P1000277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457030466231484482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tES-Q2QEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jqo0QyBAgVg/s320/P1000277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my sad egg - in the kit they had these Star Wars "tattoos" for your eggs.  Well they didn't come with instructions on how to apply these tattos.  So we tried everything we could think of.  While I was trying to rub on the tattoo my own strength got the best of me and I broke the egg.  Kelly said we didn't &lt;em&gt;use the force&lt;/em&gt; when trying to apply them. My force was to strong for that little egg.  But it tasted delicous &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDxtMt0eI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JjTPaNiNdWs/s1600/P1000272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457029894715068898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDxtMt0eI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JjTPaNiNdWs/s320/P1000272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ohh what a great basket of eggs!  They turned out great, and we had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my &lt;em&gt;favorite egg&lt;/em&gt;, it broke in the boiling stage and all its insides started to ooze out.  Well then it cooked the insides from the outside.  I couldn't let a good egg not be colored, didn't want it to feel left out - so I colored it.  I think it fits it great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tD-hCM5rI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZIuH3LsQ5Lg/s1600/P1000283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457030114788042418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tD-hCM5rI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZIuH3LsQ5Lg/s320/P1000283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes I had to choose &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - wouldn't you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Easter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5403420607343481653?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5403420607343481653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5403420607343481653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5403420607343481653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5403420607343481653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-never-to-old.html' title='Easter - never to old'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S7tDM9MEbSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GVwfLy1X6Xc/s72-c/P1000260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5495306995519534076</id><published>2010-03-22T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:22:40.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men BBQ</title><content type='html'>Well thats what Kelly kept telling me ever since we have been married. Well our "little" inside grilling just wasn't doing the trick - not the manly way to cook. So Kelly convinced his parents this last Christmas it was time for a manly grill. Low and behold he got one. Well Since the 1st of December (when we recieved it) it has been a great addition to our living room. It has sat inside our house being a great center piece to our ever lifeless living room. Well with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; officially here I decided it was time to break it out and get that puppy started and grill us some MEAT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chicken)&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy this weather! So I helped Kelly carry it outside and while he did the "manly" thing and cooked outside I slaved inside over the side dishes for our Sunday dinner. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fP3AV2C0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Qyq213RxHyo/s1600-h/P1000250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451554417846651714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fP3AV2C0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Qyq213RxHyo/s320/P1000250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cleaning it up - getting ready for grillin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fQHZbx_wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DPnW-TVOHBE/s1600-h/P1000254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451554699460345602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fQHZbx_wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DPnW-TVOHBE/s320/P1000254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh the first official piece of meat on the grill.  &lt;em&gt;Marinated Tequilia Lime&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Chipotle Chicken&lt;/em&gt; (yes still have that chipotle obssesion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fQe5j_QpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/G2CizDi9nJ8/s1600-h/P1000257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451555103221695122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fQe5j_QpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/G2CizDi9nJ8/s320/P1000257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finished products - add a little grilled &lt;em&gt;Pineapple&lt;/em&gt; on there - could you ask for a better meal?!  The meat was so juicy and delicious I can't wait till we can do this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BBQ at the Hoyle's Bring your own Meat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5495306995519534076?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5495306995519534076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5495306995519534076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5495306995519534076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5495306995519534076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-men-bbq.html' title='Real Men BBQ'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fP3AV2C0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Qyq213RxHyo/s72-c/P1000250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-168525557782475223</id><published>2010-03-22T14:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:11:14.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosebleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNAOm4KaI/AAAAAAAAAio/WWe0cqAhUTk/s1600-h/P1000236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451551277760129442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNAOm4KaI/AAAAAAAAAio/WWe0cqAhUTk/s320/P1000236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Seats like this you have to feel like you need a tissue for your nosebleed!    Hey but can you complain when you get &lt;em&gt;FREE&lt;/em&gt; tickets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNaNm1WuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/omw-yf1tflI/s1600-h/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451551724168108770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNaNm1WuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/omw-yf1tflI/s320/P1000239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on your camera you can see everything right up close.  Who needs to be courtside!  Now when I say &lt;em&gt;NOSEBLEED&lt;/em&gt; I mean &lt;em&gt;NOSEBLEED&lt;/em&gt; - we had &lt;em&gt;ONE&lt;/em&gt; row behind us to the ceiling!  Yeah we were high I did get a little dizzy walking up there.  But my company had given us all 2 free tickets to a game of our choice.  And this is the one that I got.  It was a blow out game, the Jazz kicked butt - the Hornets didn't even have a chance to catch up.   So it wasn't and "exciting" game but we had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNnk5HAfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Hkk8U2uQbOg/s1600-h/P1000248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451551953757078002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNnk5HAfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Hkk8U2uQbOg/s320/P1000248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And end it with this - at least we had fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-168525557782475223?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/168525557782475223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=168525557782475223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/168525557782475223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/168525557782475223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/nosebleed.html' title='Nosebleed'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S6fNAOm4KaI/AAAAAAAAAio/WWe0cqAhUTk/s72-c/P1000236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-819972818611957822</id><published>2010-03-15T13:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:51:59.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin Dalton Speakman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is my newest nephew - he is super sweet and so chill. Don't mind how terrible I look in these pictures. Thanks J'net :) He makes up for it though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S56N9d19I_I/AAAAAAAAAig/8WdTt079SbA/s1600-h/P1000214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448948686287348722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S56N9d19I_I/AAAAAAAAAig/8WdTt079SbA/s320/P1000214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S56M_T8-IqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OdHIuJ7kbfU/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448947618480530082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S56M_T8-IqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OdHIuJ7kbfU/s320/P1000217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Born March 2, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7lbs 11 oz 22 Inches long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;honest, after seeing Jen and knowing she had a C-section I did get a little freaked out that one day I'll have to go through that - hopefully not a C-section! And then the thought of that pregnancy produces a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started to hope that I would have a puppy. But then again the thought of having a puppy is creepy - but so much easier to take care of then a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little freaked out? Maybe a little - good thing I have time to let it all settle in - even though time is moving fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-819972818611957822?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/819972818611957822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=819972818611957822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/819972818611957822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/819972818611957822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/gavin-dalton-speakman.html' title='Gavin Dalton Speakman'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S56N9d19I_I/AAAAAAAAAig/8WdTt079SbA/s72-c/P1000214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4325594922370750252</id><published>2010-03-01T15:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:33:03.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past and future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xEKIns-9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/azMOhWPLSuk/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443800990487477202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xEKIns-9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/azMOhWPLSuk/s320/P1000204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xEaAXzgtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ck9GFVC4eu8/s1600-h/P1000212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443801263151219410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xEaAXzgtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ck9GFVC4eu8/s320/P1000212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey look my house is clean 4 weeks later - YEAH go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHH and....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xFbZmYsKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sCphhoeZS98/s1600-h/its-a-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443802386614759586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xFbZmYsKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sCphhoeZS98/s320/its-a-girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4325594922370750252?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4325594922370750252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4325594922370750252&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4325594922370750252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4325594922370750252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-and-future.html' title='The past and future'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4xEKIns-9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/azMOhWPLSuk/s72-c/P1000204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8894715770492651903</id><published>2010-03-01T15:11:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:33:10.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So this is random but I have had a few people ask about what I do at Fox - and wanting to come see the studio. Well I thought I would bring some of the studio to all of you! I took these during the Sunday morning show so its pretty empty at the studio but at least you get a feel for the studio in general. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w8jTqSojI/AAAAAAAAAhw/k13v84e0k14/s1600-h/P1000208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443792626854830642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w8jTqSojI/AAAAAAAAAhw/k13v84e0k14/s320/P1000208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to Fox 13 Studios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what the studio looks like.  The first desk is Dan Evans - its right in front of my desk. He is the first person I see when I come to work - and I am required to say &lt;em&gt;HI&lt;/em&gt; to him first before everyone else (a fun little joke we have)&lt;br /&gt;All the TV's in the back are like every network imaginable.  They are always on (&lt;em&gt;without sound&lt;/em&gt;)  The assignment desk is the far back desk before all the monitors that they have scanners at and you can hear everything going on.  It gets crazy and busy up there.&lt;br /&gt;Of course to the left is the anchor desk where they sit and they do the news daily.  The weather desk is far left way in the back, you can see John Goulet's head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w8IzfqsgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TdRTzLUrq9M/s1600-h/studio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443792171543736834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w8IzfqsgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TdRTzLUrq9M/s320/studio+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birds eye view from my desk.  they were actually live at this moment when I took it.  That is Tamara and John doing the Sunday morning news.    We have 3 cameras that the producers can choose from (far left you can kind of see them) the TV monitor is for weather when John is at the anchor desk, if he is doing longer weather he is at the blue screen (&lt;em&gt;you can see it in the back left side of picture)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have to check the lights everyday and replace at least one light every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w85sSZ6UI/AAAAAAAAAh4/v1gj_O649EI/s1600-h/studio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443793011422652738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w85sSZ6UI/AAAAAAAAAh4/v1gj_O649EI/s320/studio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my desk!  The arrow is pointing to my job - I turn that scroll thing and it moves the words on the two black TV screens.  There is an arrow at the top of the screen that I try to keep the sentence they are reading at next to that arrow.  Not always - but I'm still super good at it.   The other computer monitor is the rundown of the show.  Mine is connected with the producers, he will always make changes throughout the show.  So when he makes changes mine is automatically updated that way the anchors always have the words on the screen.  I often have to switch stories in the middle because they forget or the video feed isn't working, or the audio isn't working on a live shot so I have a mouse on top of the first little monitor that I can use to go to another story quickly at any time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm I don't know what else I could tell you about my job other than I love it at Fox.  Its so fun, the anchors are so much fun and so nice all of them.  I have had the opportunity to work with most of them by now and I love them all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoyed your mini tour of Fox 13~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8894715770492651903?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8894715770492651903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8894715770492651903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8894715770492651903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8894715770492651903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S4w8jTqSojI/AAAAAAAAAhw/k13v84e0k14/s72-c/P1000208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4090764946681592430</id><published>2010-02-08T15:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:04:37.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenue Q</title><content type='html'>This ain't you children's type of play. Yes this play has puppets and singing and dancing - but it's no Seasame Street thats for sure. My sister said she was reading some blog where her kids saw this on TV and wanted to go see it cause it had Puppets and their mom was like OKAY - puppets can't be bad right? So I am just saying research what you take your kids to before you take them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love plays though and when my friend Jenn asked me to go I was like sure- she seen it before and liked it. I thought it was rude, crude, and very funny what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jenn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S3CXDoktV0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/y0Vr79FyrUY/s1600-h/P1000198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436010838922975042" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S3CXDoktV0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/y0Vr79FyrUY/s320/P1000198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S3CXqKQtVlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/64dVv0a3o8w/s1600-h/P1000200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436011500800923218" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S3CXqKQtVlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/64dVv0a3o8w/s320/P1000200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep this is us with a puppet from the play - just look at that face so innocent!!  Yes he is the worst puppet of the show.  &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/1590274237056552843-4090764946681592430?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4090764946681592430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4090764946681592430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4090764946681592430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4090764946681592430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/avenue-q.html' title='Avenue Q'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S3CXDoktV0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/y0Vr79FyrUY/s72-c/P1000198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2730761029496268185</id><published>2010-02-01T08:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:30:50.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns and Hoses</title><content type='html'>WE HEART FIREMEN!!! And who doesn't like when firemen are on the ice playing Hockey - who would be crazy enough to pass that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 8th annual Guns and Hoses Hockey game. Local Firemen and Police officers get together and have a hockey game against each other and raise money for Shriners Hospital. It's a great cause and a great time. The Guns had won the lat 2 years and so the Hoses were on "fire" hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvPLVPBAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rT35UFq_RZU/s1600-h/P1000194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293044488012802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvPLVPBAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rT35UFq_RZU/s320/P1000194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jnet and I after the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so fun because neither the Hoses or Guns are professionals by any means, I mean they have skill they can skate (for the most part) and they can manage the stick (most of the time) and they know how to hit a puck (most of the time) and with all that it makes great entertainment. Often times they would end up on there stomach or fall flat on there back, or they would be going really fast and not know how to stop so they would fall or hit the wall. They tripped over themselves and each other a couple of times. But DAMN those Hoses look good doing it. We had so much fun cheering for those Hoses. We had two brothers from the Weber Fire Department that actually had skill they scored MOST of our goals. And because of that the Guns went after them alot - those dirty little pigs. We laughed we cheered and we had a great time doing it. Thanks Jnet for asking me to go to the game with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvb58spzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NWAJegSjh8g/s1600-h/P1000192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293263159994162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvb58spzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NWAJegSjh8g/s320/P1000192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Final Score - HOT HOSES takes the cup this year! Sorry Pigs - doughnuts are in the locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvWb5z4sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QX7aSSSkpXo/s1600-h/P1000190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293169195475650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvWb5z4sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QX7aSSSkpXo/s320/P1000190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One happy Family - WINNERS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We do it all for Charity of course so that means lets fights. Can't fight while playing for Charity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-2730761029496268185?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2730761029496268185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2730761029496268185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2730761029496268185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2730761029496268185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/guns-and-hoses.html' title='Guns and Hoses'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvPLVPBAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rT35UFq_RZU/s72-c/P1000194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8668410939950523872</id><published>2010-02-01T08:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:16:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOCKEY</title><content type='html'>So for Christmas my Mom got all of us tickets to a Hockey Game. We love Hockey, you can be rude and crude (in a good way) and yell and scream and have so much fun and no one cares (well sometimes they throw popcorn at you cause you are having more fun then they are) We love going to Hockey Games, we love doing things as a family. Aren't all things more fun when you are with people that enjoy them too? So here is the best moment of Hockey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvAjHM_uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n2jThfsJ6QQ/s1600-h/P1000182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433292793173573346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvAjHM_uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n2jThfsJ6QQ/s320/P1000182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Hockey - its those few agonizing moments when they aren't fighting that hockey sucks. he he he. I love it when they have to bring out the ice scraper and scrap the blood off the ice. I am totally and insanly sick aren't I? Ohh well what will ya do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvHEnU1hI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Pat7d3reka8/s1600-h/P1000183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433292905245890066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvHEnU1hI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Pat7d3reka8/s320/P1000183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is mellow Kelly at the Hockey game - he doens't get "as" excited as I do. He cheers when they score but thats about it. I think his first experience with me at a game he probably thought: "umm I married this? EEEEKKKK" ohh well what will ya do.. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The game was fun even though they lost HORRIBLELY, ohh I'm sorry they didn't lose they forgot to show up. Las Vegas scored 4 goals in the first half - 3 of those were in the first like 8 min it was SOO sad. The score was like 5 to 8 I think - sad sad but it was still fun to yell at the refs. They really don't know what they are doing - neither do I but I like to yell at them. I know that when they push two of our guys and our goalie into the goal with the puck shouldn't be qualified as a goal - happened it was totally lame I almost threw something at the refs. My favorite thing to yell at Hockey games is PUCK off!! OHh man I laugh even now. I'm so clever&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom for always an OSM Christmas present and a "ice" of a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8668410939950523872?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8668410939950523872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8668410939950523872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8668410939950523872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8668410939950523872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/hockey.html' title='HOCKEY'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bvAjHM_uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n2jThfsJ6QQ/s72-c/P1000182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-570699595292080296</id><published>2010-02-01T08:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:06:42.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Me Mine</title><content type='html'>So all these happened in January I just have so little time on my hands as of late that I am lucky I get a spare moment to breath.  &lt;br /&gt;If many of you haven't heard all ready I now work 7 days a week at the studio.  I work the Saturday and Sunday morning shifts - its only 2 hours still but I am gaining more and more hours there and thats what I want.  I love it so much.  But the downside is that I have to work Saturaday and Sunday at 7-9.  Now this isn't a big deal but for some reason my brain and body shuts off during the weekends during these hours.  I go to work but then I lag the rest of the day.  The worst was last Saturday I went home and I was in bed by 8:30 and still came home after work and slept.  It's sad I know.  The only thing that gets me through it is that I only do the 7 days a week twice a month.  This was my choice its just to much to drive every weekend I do enough driving as it is.  So in turns this is why I slack at blogging.  By the time I get home from everyday stuff the last thing I want to do is sit on my computer at home.  But I will try to keep a better Journal of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas my sisters and I gave my Mom a dinner and a date day with her 3 HOT daughters.  So a couple weekends ago we took her to &lt;a href="http://www.draper.colormemine.com/"&gt;Color Me Mine&lt;/a&gt; and had lunch at Zupas.  We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what it is you go there and choose a piece of pottery to paint, weather it be a plate, a cup, a cute figurine, or whatever else they had.  And you choose the paint, the stencils, the patterns, whatever you like, however you like it.. and you paint it.  Then they fire it for you and you get to pick it up a week later.  The hardest part I think was picking out what you wanted to paint.  They had so many things to choose from that it was hard to narrow it down.   We all ended up doing something completly differnt and in our own styles.  We had a great time together.  This would even be fun for kids to do!&lt;br /&gt;So here is our results of that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buF_jEX0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3eLprZrcQlk/s1600-h/P1000147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433291787194359618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buF_jEX0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3eLprZrcQlk/s320/P1000147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us all painting - see those happy faces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buL5jeveI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ItjI8x7Ulnk/s1600-h/P1000152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433291888664690146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buL5jeveI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ItjI8x7Ulnk/s320/P1000152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;These are all of our plates after we were done painting.  Mine is the Tourquise bowl, Jnets is the red Plate, Jen's is the Chip and Dip platter, and way in the back is my Mom's cup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buRPSGN0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/vJBXXJfnjnw/s1600-h/P1000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433291980396705602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buRPSGN0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/vJBXXJfnjnw/s320/P1000156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a single shot of my plate - it didn't come out JUST like I wanted to - the brown I didn't paint on all the bottom like I intended but I tried.  The lady at the store tried to ruin mine by coming up and grabbing my sponge and start "showing me" how to paint the lace on.. I kind of yelled at her - in a good way.  She wasn't doing it where I wanted.  Ohh well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buW5nuXaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/danGEUvhhfs/s1600-h/P1000164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433292077661052322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buW5nuXaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/danGEUvhhfs/s320/P1000164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AFTER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is after I picked them up after being all fired.  They turned out SOOO great.  Don't you love them all!!  I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buzMbG8WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/5QHSKZQIiiQ/s1600-h/P1000187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433292563744747874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buzMbG8WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/5QHSKZQIiiQ/s320/P1000187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cheese stands alone - she didn't make it when I picked them all up so she got her picture taken later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bucidoJGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wNJ4s7b1G74/s1600-h/P1000171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433292174523901026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2bucidoJGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wNJ4s7b1G74/s320/P1000171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us with our finished products (minus Jnet but her plate included)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-570699595292080296?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/570699595292080296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=570699595292080296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/570699595292080296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/570699595292080296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/color-me-mine.html' title='Color Me Mine'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S2buF_jEX0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3eLprZrcQlk/s72-c/P1000147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5797076573540544557</id><published>2010-01-25T13:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:49:51.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing</title><content type='html'>So a funny thing happened today.  I went to go pick up my Boots...wait let me back this up just a moment....&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get my little nobby thing on my heel fixed.  Hey those boots are made for walking and that is just what I did.. so they needed some TLC from the shoe doctor.    So I dropped them off at this little shoe place by my work but as I was leaving I thanked him and the guy started to bow to me, I mean full on bow - his head almost hit the desk glass.  I didn't really know what to do so I did a little curtsy and left.   Then I thought about it and he is this super cute oriental man and that is what they do - bow in appreciation.   Well when I went to go pick up my shoes today there was another gentleman in there in front of me picking up some shoes.  Well he left - then I paid for my shoes (beautiful by the way - all shiny and new looking) and then he bowed to me!  Well it dawned on me this time he didn't bow to the man in front of me...  So I came to the Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He only bows to Princesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5797076573540544557?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5797076573540544557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5797076573540544557&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5797076573540544557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5797076573540544557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-thing.html' title='Funny thing'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8555336421935289577</id><published>2010-01-03T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:54:27.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemisis</title><content type='html'>You don't own me!! That is what I thought as I tackled this project.  Now remember this is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;judgment free zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and this in no way shape or form shows my true character. &lt;br /&gt;I have this room in my house that is my nemisis.  Some people have drawers I have a whole room.  I hate this room, I usually just close the door and pretend it doens't really exsist.  And when I am forced to go into this room I usually end up shuttering and forget my purpose for going in there. &lt;br /&gt;Now it all started when I decided to rearrange my bedroom, and in the process I had to take everything out of my room and all the stuff didn't end up coming back into my room.    So this room was created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(yes you can shutter, gasp, shriek in fright - JFZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S0FkkwOWizI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GG4aCy4hMWY/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422726008913955634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S0FkkwOWizI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GG4aCy4hMWY/s320/P1010194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I took this picture and I was going to post it on my blog in hopes that it would push me into cleaning it knowing that I had showed the world what a mess this room had become.  Well I was so embarrassed I couldn't bring mysefl to post it.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have conquered my nemisis!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S0FjIRslIhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OdPx5GyRWEc/s1600-h/P1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422724420171276818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S0FjIRslIhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OdPx5GyRWEc/s320/P1000130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EUREKA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have conquered and overcome!!! I did it I tackled this project and I can now see the floor, close the closet door and I can find everything on my shelfs!!  I am victorious!    Now to keep it that way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8555336421935289577?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8555336421935289577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8555336421935289577&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8555336421935289577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8555336421935289577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/nemisis.html' title='Nemisis'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/S0FkkwOWizI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GG4aCy4hMWY/s72-c/P1010194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-1425101099870180213</id><published>2009-12-24T18:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:09:38.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A king is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQQBw0gMRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RpTeUgstaQg/s1600-h/P1000048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418973874104578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQQBw0gMRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RpTeUgstaQg/s320/P1000048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (eve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-1425101099870180213?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1425101099870180213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=1425101099870180213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1425101099870180213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/1425101099870180213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/king-is-born.html' title='A king is born'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQQBw0gMRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RpTeUgstaQg/s72-c/P1000048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-382644903605588909</id><published>2009-12-24T17:41:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:10:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of December (some)</title><content type='html'>Pictures - Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQPRwmBVBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zmxnR-i5Wpw/s1600-h/P1000075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418973049410114578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQPRwmBVBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zmxnR-i5Wpw/s320/P1000075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQO63ZtBsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pwXlO4fROeY/s1600-h/P1000072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418972656100509378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQO63ZtBsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pwXlO4fROeY/s320/P1000072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQOX_CZsDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qVMddaIpyW0/s1600-h/P1000070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418972056854835250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQOX_CZsDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qVMddaIpyW0/s320/P1000070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQNqWt37WI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sxlgPzyFMdg/s1600-h/P1000067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418971272937205090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQNqWt37WI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sxlgPzyFMdg/s320/P1000067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kellys parents came to visit - Temple Square &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMzL9HP-I/AAAAAAAAAew/bBA2O0BheYY/s1600-h/P1000040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418970325155528674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMzL9HP-I/AAAAAAAAAew/bBA2O0BheYY/s320/P1000040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMamwn2xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/c7nkekPlcl4/s1600-h/P1000036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418969902854167314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMamwn2xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/c7nkekPlcl4/s320/P1000036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite Tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMIuUel9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/rXdoQVOaJZs/s1600-h/P1000047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418969595645958098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQMIuUel9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/rXdoQVOaJZs/s320/P1000047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my OSM new camera takes such better pictures than my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-382644903605588909?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/382644903605588909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=382644903605588909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/382644903605588909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/382644903605588909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-of-december-some.html' title='Pictures of December (some)'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SzQPRwmBVBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zmxnR-i5Wpw/s72-c/P1000075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-7175603253765114350</id><published>2009-12-14T14:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:18:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do</title><content type='html'>I do have pictures I need to post I even attempted to upload them and share them with you but when I sat the computer - it was being slower than molasses.  I have the attention of a 2 year old some time so I let the computer "boot up" the page but it was taking forever that I left the room and watched TV.  Well I am not even sure the site came up I never went back and checked.  Then We left for a birthday dessert at my Grandmas house for my BFF Arielle - so I didn't get the pictures uploaded.  I will try again tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to go back to Fox 13 and I am doing the teleprompter for the 9 p.m. NEWSCAST!! I am super excited - I get to meet the night side reporters and anchors.  On Friday I didn the 5 p.m. news cast and I walked in the studio and went to my desk and this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;(Bob Evans looked at me with this confused looked upon his face)&lt;br /&gt;Bob: (in my Bob Evans voice) I don't know you - I'm Bob Evans.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HI Bob I'm Deanna and I'll be your teleprompter today.&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Sounds great welcome Deanna nice to have you here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ever so nice - Hope wasn't ther that night just Bob so Maybe tonight I will get the chance to meet Hope.  It's nice to do other shows but it makes me realize how much I love the 11 o'clock cast - maybe because I am just used to there style and rundown.  The other times I just had to learn and wing how they did things.  But I think I did pretty good.  To off to tonight!&lt;br /&gt;I love the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pictures soon.... when I don't know when I have the paitence with technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-7175603253765114350?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7175603253765114350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=7175603253765114350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7175603253765114350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/7175603253765114350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-do.html' title='I do'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-766839519808481528</id><published>2009-12-01T16:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:14:01.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free!</title><content type='html'>Want to win something super cool - everyday this week?&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://www.allthingsthrifty.com/2009/11/1000-followers-giveaway-1.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ThriftyHomeDecorationsAndAccessories+%28Thrifty+Home+Decorations+and+Accessories%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to win these beauties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SxWr7XiRTYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VIRsjEq0F44/s1600/wreath+trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410419563773906306" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SxWr7XiRTYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VIRsjEq0F44/s320/wreath+trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SxfjbJSrXDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/IQFeSzOPwYI/s1600-h/Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411043532799171634" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SxfjbJSrXDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/IQFeSzOPwYI/s320/Mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Sxfjis8-MOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3wKkGSo2xI4/s1600-h/Kallie[1].001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411043662630891746" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Sxfjis8-MOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3wKkGSo2xI4/s320/Kallie%5B1%5D.001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love this blog - they always have fun ideas. I alwasys want to try so many of the things out but I am a slacker and have little time in my life for the fun things. I know lame. I know Brooke who ownes this site - we went to SUU together (many moons ago, she probably doesn't remember me) but she has some OSM decoarting ideas. Check it out!&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/1590274237056552843-766839519808481528?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/766839519808481528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=766839519808481528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/766839519808481528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/766839519808481528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/free.html' title='Free!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SxWr7XiRTYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VIRsjEq0F44/s72-c/wreath+trio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3129030194077583613</id><published>2009-11-23T08:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:38:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? I can't!!  Kelly and I have been married for 6 years yesterday!  Holy cow where does time go?  We had a great weekend.  We decided to get a way for awhile and just hang out with us for our 6 years.  We went up to Park City and did absolutely nothing!  It was great!!  We got up there Friday night and sat in bed and watched movies.  Saturday I was up bright and early at 8 a.m. went running then got ready to go get our massages.  Went up to the Homestead and got massages and facials.  Yes I made Kelly get a facial I told him he had to at least try it and if he didn't like it then he doesn't have to do it again.  Well he didn't like it.  So Facials and pedicures are out for him ha ha.  We had so much fun though.  Then we shopped for a little bit then went to dinner and back to sitting in bed watching movies.  Really it was the best weekend ever.  We had nothing to do and we did just that.  A great way to spend our anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;I did get after him last night as we were sitting in bed when I asked where my flowers were.  He promised me that he would always get me flowers for our anniversary - one flower for every year we have been married.  Last year we were in LA - no flowers - this year - no flowers!!!! He is failing at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't ask for anyone better than Kelly.  He is so paitent with me, he usually agrees with me to make me happy.  He loves me and loves to buy me things (which I love) He works so hard for our family - okay me and Router.  He goes along with all my crazy plans and ideas and weird habits I do.  He is a great husband I couldn't ask for anything more!  Love you Kel - happy 6 years Yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3129030194077583613?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3129030194077583613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3129030194077583613&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3129030194077583613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3129030194077583613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/six-years.html' title='Six Years!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8615182733794793586</id><published>2009-11-18T07:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:47:20.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SwQHyNNU1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IzPeaydmgtY/s1600/TSA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405454011871843730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SwQHyNNU1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IzPeaydmgtY/s320/TSA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's that time again!!  The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sports Authority&lt;/span&gt; is having there Friends And Family Discount this weekend.  I have coupons for anyone that wants them!!  If you get them from me please remember to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shop at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sports Authority&lt;/span&gt; at the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;District!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Also if you like to shop on Thanksgiving I also have coupons for 35% off - but they are only good for Thanksgiving Day!  Let me know if you want one of those as well (or many)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if you don't live in the state - thats okay get to your nearest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sports Authority&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the coupon; please &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; print it out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8615182733794793586?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8615182733794793586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8615182733794793586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8615182733794793586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8615182733794793586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SwQHyNNU1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IzPeaydmgtY/s72-c/TSA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3337905355187872710</id><published>2009-11-12T07:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:47:06.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love getting their picture taken? I do!! HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this years "family" pictures taken by a friend of mine&lt;a href="http://katiekeelephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. We had a lot of fun taking those pictures. We went to this place in Lehi behind some building it was a PERFECT day!! So I have posted some on my blog and her were some other ones. Enjoy. Thanks Katie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwetdMAPMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/95UjjGLNQNs/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403227419215674562" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwetdMAPMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/95UjjGLNQNs/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cute Baby Router&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Svwe5FetfsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zEjL6uKfk1g/s1600-h/tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403227619010117314" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Svwe5FetfsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zEjL6uKfk1g/s320/tt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwfTpUZuHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8shA6f2MMUc/s1600-h/jjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403228075307153522" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwfTpUZuHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8shA6f2MMUc/s320/jjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwfIUihcQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MPmtSQ39NnM/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403227880750674178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwfIUihcQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MPmtSQ39NnM/s320/dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kind of fun eh?&lt;/em&gt;&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/1590274237056552843-3337905355187872710?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3337905355187872710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3337905355187872710&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3337905355187872710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3337905355187872710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvwetdMAPMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/95UjjGLNQNs/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-6878630435810614006</id><published>2009-11-10T13:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:01:19.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ode to the Chipotle</title><content type='html'>This is so random but:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite food that you just love and adore and when you get to eat it your life feels so complete? Well this week mine is this little fella'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvnRhjl7L8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/YMWWxXgQCFo/s1600-h/chipotle-peppers_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402579602427817922" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvnRhjl7L8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/YMWWxXgQCFo/s320/chipotle-peppers_1_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chipotle Pepper!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what it is about this but it makes my mouth water just thinking about it! Now finding it was another story. I had to go to 2 different grocery stores and I actually ended up with chipotle in adobe sauce - which turned out to be good. What is adobe sauce - I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My fetish of this pepper started many years ago at a family reunion. I have this wonderful cousin who is a divine chef (even though I have only tried one things of his, I live vicariously through my family who has been to his resturant). At this family reunion we all had to bring a dish to share - and since we were camping most of us brought typical camping dishes - some came from dutch ovens, others were salads of some sort. I actually can't even remember what we ate there except for corn on the cob with Chipotle sauce and cheese. Yes he BBQ some corn on the cob then rubbed chipotle HOMEMADE might I add and sprinkled it with fresh grated cheese. Ohhh my life was changed forever!! I sucked that cob right down and re-applied the chipotle just to eat it again. Ever since that day I have "thought" about cooking with chipotle but never have. Well one day while at work at Fox 13 during the cooking show Todd one of the cooks made Mac and Cheese with Chipotle. My mouth watered!! So I made it the other day and it was &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt;. (thank you Nate and Wendy for being my &lt;em&gt;"testers"&lt;/em&gt;) Well now I have a dish full of chipotle.. so now I put it in things when I can. I made chicken crepes last night - I added a TBSP of chipotle and it was DELICIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I thank you Jared for beginning my fetish with chipotle - now what to add it to next??&lt;br /&gt;Any weird things you love to eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-6878630435810614006?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6878630435810614006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=6878630435810614006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6878630435810614006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/6878630435810614006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ode-to-chipotle.html' title='My Ode to the Chipotle'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvnRhjl7L8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/YMWWxXgQCFo/s72-c/chipotle-peppers_1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3592582076148395262</id><published>2009-11-02T09:21:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:27:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hall -o - weenie</title><content type='html'>We had a great Halloween! It was my year to host our annual halloween party and I think I did okay! We had tons of yummy food, fun games and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5yaGJdHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eGfzim_OgEY/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442441331995762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5yaGJdHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eGfzim_OgEY/s320/P1010162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's "&lt;em&gt;puking pumpkin&lt;/em&gt;" She said she was going to make Swamp dip which sounded just as gross. I told her on Fox 13 they made a puking pumpkin and told her to go check out it out. So she did, and puking pumpkin was born. I think it turned out great - and it tasted delicous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI53o-sLMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8jM8bsJVHS4/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442531226594498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI53o-sLMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8jM8bsJVHS4/s320/P1010163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made &lt;em&gt;"eyeballs" &lt;/em&gt;they tasted just like reeses PB cups!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Mel for the recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what party would be complete without &lt;em&gt;GAMES&lt;/em&gt; I spent all week searching for unique games to play in a group and this is what I came up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6KDhX-MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hNOo5Xm2FcA/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442847589038274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6KDhX-MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hNOo5Xm2FcA/s320/P1010181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6QODVZ8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GOPJ8m2tR40/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442953495046082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6QODVZ8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GOPJ8m2tR40/s320/P1010183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villian and superhero games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI8Rmf61vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sWCj0lmbD8Q/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400445176260515570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI8Rmf61vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sWCj0lmbD8Q/s320/P1010171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin carving contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6wG1meKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8JIsISfmBf4/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443501314209954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6wG1meKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8JIsISfmBf4/s320/P1010188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn's pumpin won (third from top, it has a lil' pumpkin in its mouth) - we asked people walking by which they thought was their favorite and they picked Jen's. My Mom's was super cool and very unique I liked hers alot!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Cake walk. Basically we had ghost with number on the floor and when the music stopped everyone had to jump on a ghost then we picked a number and whomever was on that number got a prize!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun!! I tend to get a little &lt;em&gt;"excited&lt;/em&gt;" or &lt;em&gt;"stressed"&lt;/em&gt; as some may call it, but I just want things to go well and people to have fun. I think I did well though, Kelly reminded me to breath. I didn't even have my costume complete by the time people started to show up and I was still veining my eyes and making root beer - but it all turned out great!! Thanks Kelly, my Mom and Jolene for all their help! We always have a lot of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing everyone's costumes was so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother- in-law was a huge hit, he came as the Burger King King. It was so funny the kids loved getting their candy from him. They kept asking where their hamburger was - and they all came back many times during the night. The best part was he ran around our neighborhood just like he does in the commercials!! So if you saw him running around I do apologize - but it was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the other dressed up: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI62DZw6II/AAAAAAAAAbo/9TwnIPGzU0E/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443603471362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI62DZw6II/AAAAAAAAAbo/9TwnIPGzU0E/s320/P1010193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI8H6rxSnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nmWozO8guKM/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400445009880238706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI8H6rxSnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nmWozO8guKM/s320/P1010177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6Vd150XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2qcFqPpFEfo/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443043633025394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI6Vd150XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2qcFqPpFEfo/s320/P1010168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvJF8WPsyoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Ch0iGDzXCyc/s1600-h/Kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400455806236543618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvJF8WPsyoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Ch0iGDzXCyc/s320/Kelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our door was always busy! We had so much candy, I had bought two huge bags of candy, my mom brought 4 bags of candy and my aunt brought some candy as well and we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; ran out we were turning people away!!! I told them we had a lot of kids in our neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(tangent beware)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so annoyed though the kids started to come trick or treating at 4 in the afternoon!! Don't they eat dinner?? Doesn't that take the fun out of dressing up all scary like to walk around in the daylight? I thought so.. but whatever!! I remember when I was young we had to eat dinner and wait till it got &lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt; dark enough that we could still see but it was still dark. That was the fun of trick-or-treating!! We would be out till our fingertips got so cold that we couldn't hold our pillow cases anymore. That is what trick-or-treating was for us as kids. Those same kids that started at 4 came back to our house at least 3 times - I think they were only allowed to go down our street.&lt;br /&gt;Over all we had a great Halolween!! Thanks everyone for coming! Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3592582076148395262?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3592582076148395262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3592582076148395262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3592582076148395262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3592582076148395262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-hall-o-weenie.html' title='Oh Hall -o - weenie'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5yaGJdHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eGfzim_OgEY/s72-c/P1010162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5919609576414922905</id><published>2009-10-22T16:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:27:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>Corn Maze&lt;br /&gt;Another first!!! Can you believe Kelly has never been in a corn maze? What kind of deprived child is he? What did they do in CC for fun? Well at least he wasn’t the only one, Aunt Jo hadn’t either. But we had a lot of fun. We got there at dusk and started the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3PuR1TtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HqlsEay-8eE/s1600-h/P1010137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400439646431039186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3PuR1TtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HqlsEay-8eE/s320/P1010137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No Kelly isn't drunk he just looks like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 1: plan ward robe ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;I worked on Friday and we aren’t allowed to wear tennis shoes or “casual” shoes to work, and we were staying the night at my sisters house to watch my nephew so he could get to school on Friday morning since we both had to work early on Friday. So the only shoes I brought with me to wear to work were my black high heel boots… well then we went to a corn maze. Not the best shoes to wear, but I did just fine. I only slightly fell like once J But still not fun to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2: Don’t lay down on groud to scare people.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly wanted to scare us as we came around corners so he laid down on the groud.. well he didn’t scare us and he also lost his phone. So I walked around calling his phone hoping someone would find it. Well good thing someone did - and then I got to walk around screaming till they found me! Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3EHmPoOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Vtvwz5SnZmc/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400439447069106402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3EHmPoOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Vtvwz5SnZmc/s320/P1010131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the rules weren’t really laid out to us, turn right at true, or turn left at false… yeah it was so confusing – just ask someone or walk around till you find someone! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3J3Gz-KI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0anEsvBnqfw/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400439545721518242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3J3Gz-KI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0anEsvBnqfw/s320/P1010135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #4: Must finish with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Finished the night off with Letherby’s ice cream!! We had a lot of fun at the corn maze – try it this year if you get a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI2udEshiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_zf_QHw-x6Q/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400439074876851746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI2udEshiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_zf_QHw-x6Q/s320/P1010133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5919609576414922905?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5919609576414922905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5919609576414922905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5919609576414922905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5919609576414922905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/corn-maze.html' title='Corn Maze'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI3PuR1TtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HqlsEay-8eE/s72-c/P1010137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4331902350678164543</id><published>2009-10-22T16:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:34:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>So I have never been to Phoenix so when my work wanted to send me to “train” I jumped at that offer. Leaving Salt Lake City on a Wednesday to 45 degree overcast weather dressed in long sleeve shirt, pants, and boots flying into Phoenix with 85 degree weather and sunny was like heaven – with a side of the wrong type of clothing!Why don’t I live there? Oh right because it gets up to 120 in the summer time. I am seriously considering buying a winter home and moving my work there for the winter.. ohh it was HEAVENLY!! Ohh how I needed th at little break of sun. I am not quite ready for the winter storms, snow, sleet, cold, ice –ICE as cold penguins and ICE!! Nope not ready for that yet, I think its because my summer was shortened due to the rainy month of June!! We were jipped!!I met with my current boss’s old assistant when he worked in Phoenix last year. She is 77 years old, has worked for UOP for the last 28 years and has her own little system. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI4R9peXtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jQnbSDo8M7M/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440784428097234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI4R9peXtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jQnbSDo8M7M/s320/P1010093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted me to go down there so she could show me how she did things for him and how to use the systems I would be using. My boss is the worldest busiest person he would never have time to teach me all of that. So those two days with Cam were more than helpful. All I have to say about her is she is the CUTEST lady in the entire world!!!!! Ohh my gosh I wanted to eat her up and take her home with me and call her Grandma Cam. We had so much fun. We went to lunch, she trained me and we laughed like you wouldn’t believe. Ohh Cam I adore you!! It was the funnest and shortest trip ever!! Phoenix is so amazing they have so much to do!! Shopping wise I guess that’s pretty much what I did everyday night. They have malls after malls after malls!! WOW it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even got to see the Mesa Temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI4hyyQ35I/AAAAAAAAAaY/tfP4pbwEmGM/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441056390078354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI4hyyQ35I/AAAAAAAAAaY/tfP4pbwEmGM/s320/P1010120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI42TZbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAag/jLk9Ne6OQy4/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441408741655522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI42TZbQ-I/AAAAAAAAAag/jLk9Ne6OQy4/s320/P1010105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had these fruit trees, I think Lemons or limes not sure.. but all the trees that bore fruit they were painted – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5IHeA1cI/AAAAAAAAAao/XoG06JvEVgA/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441714777314754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5IHeA1cI/AAAAAAAAAao/XoG06JvEVgA/s320/P1010112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5Z0USkDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oGB0oRmggik/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400442018873905202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI5Z0USkDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oGB0oRmggik/s320/P1010113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so strange, but I couldn’t figure out why.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a short trip but it was so fun. I love the sun, and I miss the heat! I am already counting down the days till Spring – Sad I know! &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/1590274237056552843-4331902350678164543?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4331902350678164543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4331902350678164543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4331902350678164543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4331902350678164543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SvI4R9peXtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jQnbSDo8M7M/s72-c/P1010093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-4703754842975955576</id><published>2009-09-20T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:38:35.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a night!</title><content type='html'>So I need you to imagine this all happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts 11:50 on Saturday night Kelly has been home for about 45 mins.  We just got ready for bed and were saying our nightly prayers.  Right in the middle of our prayer Kellys phone goes off, that really annoying ring that sounds like a maraca or something.  Well when Kelly's phone goes off that late at night its only one thing: WORK!!!  It is always the alarm company.  So we stop our prayers - okay he does I finish.  He is on the phone with them for about 10 min as they are trying to tell him that the store's alarm wasn't set that night.  He closed the store himself so he knows he set the alarm.  Okay he says he will be the the store in 30 min.    He has to go to to the store to re-set the alarm so they can see it on there side.  I jump in the car with him so he doesn't have to go alone, and Router comes.  Its a family afair!  &lt;br /&gt;We had to stop and get gas so we didn't get to the store till almost 12:45 at night.   Kelly pulls up right in front of the store's doors and leaves the car on and me inside with the dog while he goes in to turn the alarm off, then re set it so the alarm company can see it's been set (again).   He does it quickly and comes out and sits in the car and calls the alarm company to tell them the job has been done.  Well no surprise they say they show thats it hasn't been done.  Hmm thats weird because we are sitting in front of the store, the doors are all locked and Kelly just re-set the alarm once again.    They tell him that they want to make sure the alarm is working that they need to see if they actually have security in the store.  By this time, it's like one in the morning.   Well The Sports Authority is right by a whole bunch of neighborhoods and he doensn't really want to trip the alarm to have it sound with lights and all just to see if it works.  Well he doesn't really want to sleep at the store either.  So back in he goes.  This time he trips the alarm.  The lights are flashing, the sirens are going off like crazy.  Here I sit in our "get away car" right out front of the store, lights on with a dog running around the car.  We are right in on the side of the movie theater that still has lots of cars in the parking lot mind you.  Kelly is just hanging out inside talking on the phone while the sirens are still going off.&lt;br /&gt;I see this car in the distance and it's coming our way.  Well I don't really want to be in this car alone, while the sirens are going off... so I lean over to roll up the windows, and lock the doors just at this mini van goes by me.  Yes that is me sitting in our get a way car.  Thats all I can think is going through this persons head that just passed us.. that we were trying to rob the store!!!  ohh geez!.&lt;br /&gt;Well Kelly finally turns the alarm off and sets the alarm again and lockes the door and comes back out to the car.   Yet again he calls the alarm company.. and what do you know they show that they had the alarm go off.. but ahh they don't see that the alarm was set  yet again!!   Well it was!!!  So he has to call his assest protection guy to tell him all about this so he can let the alarm company know that they are aware of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh just what pulls up behind us with is blue and red lights flashing?  A cop in a MINI VAN?  ever seen that happen?  Neither have I.  So we have to explain what we are doing - we was just as confused as us.  He said and I quote: "I could see the lights going off in my binoculars but I counldn't see the alarm on dispatch"  So he was watching us from a distance with is binoculars...... oh and I am pretty sure he is the one that passed us before.   So to make it short the alarm works the alarm company just shows is that it's not on.  Whatever.  We get the approval that the store is save and we get to go home... roughly 1:25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh the joys of being a store manager...... oh the joys of being a wife of a store manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anther first this week: a cop in a mini van!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh what a night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-4703754842975955576?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4703754842975955576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=4703754842975955576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4703754842975955576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/4703754842975955576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh what a night!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3026948962493756741</id><published>2009-09-19T21:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:32:30.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious and cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWo7lyDYdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7cFxOpyi5PQ/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383394671299092946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWo7lyDYdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7cFxOpyi5PQ/s320/header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out! Delicous and cute! Who doesn't love something that is free this tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://thecakegirlalaina.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see these adorable cakes and cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3026948962493756741?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3026948962493756741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3026948962493756741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3026948962493756741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3026948962493756741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/delicious-and-cute.html' title='Delicious and cute!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWo7lyDYdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7cFxOpyi5PQ/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-2980876619790673452</id><published>2009-09-19T21:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:44:03.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep I am just getting to Labor Day photos, what can I say I have been busy.. or maybe blogging isn't on the top of my list. But I am here... alive and well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had a first in our family... okay just for Kelly. He had never been to Timpanogos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cave before, neither had my aunt Jolene. So for Labor Day we thought, why not!! Kelly actually had the holiday off (shocker) that never happens. So we had to take advantage of it. Well everyone had the same idea. We were lucky we got tickets, thanks Russell and Arielle for being up the mountain and stopping by and getting us all tickets. Well since it was a first for not only Kelly and Jo, it was also a first for Bob, and Zach.. so we had a family outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385435595601890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgiAGv9-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mb-gTCqkIKc/s320/Cave+virgins.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Newbies made it to the Top!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWg6FK_NRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0Eh_ToVUb3k/s1600-h/P1010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385849272415506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWg6FK_NRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0Eh_ToVUb3k/s320/P1010382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWg-YJSn2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WLFzuGQqsdk/s1600-h/zack+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385923085049698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWg-YJSn2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WLFzuGQqsdk/s320/zack+and+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kelly and I on the wall, Zach wanted in on this action, he tried to climb the wall himself. So i helped him up. Its funny how he knew just what to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWiigd4NhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Slpwuc0M97c/s1600-h/P1010393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383387643305801234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWiigd4NhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Slpwuc0M97c/s320/P1010393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWioyrZq5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fUGwexQAbIk/s1600-h/P1010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383387751273573266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWioyrZq5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/fUGwexQAbIk/s320/P1010397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the cave! And of course the "heart" of Timpanogos! Really we live in a cool place where we have this amazing cave 25 minutes away from us. The 1.5 mile hike up the mountain in beautiful... example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWkTZ5S9MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/utr_xZBCmx0/s1600-h/view+from+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383389582866969794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWkTZ5S9MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/utr_xZBCmx0/s320/view+from+top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgySrtrDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TcUIg-tvFh8/s1600-h/P1010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's so pretty up there, and the cave is amazing, so if you haven't had the chance to do this - I suggest you do it quickly, or put it on your things to do next summer.  It really is worth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We had a ton of fun, next year we want to do the cave tour where you have to use a hard hat and you get to repel in parts of the cave!&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/1590274237056552843-2980876619790673452?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2980876619790673452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=2980876619790673452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2980876619790673452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/2980876619790673452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgiAGv9-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mb-gTCqkIKc/s72-c/Cave+virgins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-8382441663499046617</id><published>2009-09-19T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:54:51.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>First day of being an actual STORE MANAGER!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgSrJfqiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0O1HVgxB_II/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385172271933986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgSrJfqiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0O1HVgxB_II/s400/P1010090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thought I was a dork for making him do this... but doesn't he look like he is going to his first day of school?  I love it!!!  makes me laugh so much.   I got up at 5:30 and made him a great breakfast, and packed him a lunch so really he couldn't say no when I forced him to take this picture.  So if he looks tired it's because he did just get up, slept in while I slaved over his breakfast and lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right folks Kelly is the NEW store manager for The Sports Authority at The District.  So here is the rule, if you need &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; sports related you are now commanded to &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shop at &lt;strong&gt;The Sports Authority at the Disctrict&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I am super proud of you Kelly, you have worked so hard to become the actually store manager.  I know you will do amazing things with that store and that you will get all the employees excited about everything.  Things are going up from here!!  Good job babe!!  And Good Luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a side note, just for those that don't know but I did get a part time job, I am a studio tech at Fox 13 News.  I work 2 hours a day, but it's the best two hours of my life!!!  So good things are coming to both of us in our careers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-8382441663499046617?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8382441663499046617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=8382441663499046617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8382441663499046617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/8382441663499046617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SrWgSrJfqiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0O1HVgxB_II/s72-c/P1010090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-467214949785872731</id><published>2009-08-30T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:09:12.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project!</title><content type='html'>So I have become very bored!!  Bored with my house and I need to spruce things up.  I have put this off long enough and one day I just unscrewed it from the hindges and I did it!!  I painted my bathroom cabinets!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Spr3tnJzCdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VekuWZm4OvI/s1600-h/P1010374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881468196358610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Spr3tnJzCdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VekuWZm4OvI/s320/P1010374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved how it turned out!!  So I am now on a quest for a shower curtain so I can match paint and paint my downstairs bathroom cabinets.  I think I am going to make the downstairs one a little more "bold" color - like a green or a tourquise!!!  But i have to find just the right color. &lt;br /&gt;It was easy and fun to paint.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm what else can I paint around here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-467214949785872731?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/467214949785872731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=467214949785872731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/467214949785872731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/467214949785872731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/project.html' title='Project!'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Spr3tnJzCdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VekuWZm4OvI/s72-c/P1010374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-3850018670849419306</id><published>2009-08-15T21:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:35:49.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink ruffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats a great business name eh? I think I just might have to start a business with a name like that. Hmm what should I sell?&lt;br /&gt;Well my darling friend Lexi is having a baby girl this October, but since she lives SO far away she came home to have a baby shower with her family and friend her. I made her a present I was super excited about it. I got the idea from my sister Jenn after she made one for her friend that was having a baby. So I went to my Moms and with her expertise she helped me sew her present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Mom is a master seamstress I remember as kids she would make us anything and everything! She even made us our own underwear - mine had apples on it - hmm I just told you what my underwear looked like, that was weird. But really my mom is a genius when it comes to sewing (and other things, just one of her many talents). She would make all of our halloween costumes, all our school play costumes, she made bridesmaids dresses for my sisters wedding, she made clothes for school, she helped me with dresses I wanted to make, with headbands, if I came to her with an idea I always can count on her that she will be able to help me. One of the many things I wish I got from my Mom - sewing is hard but with my moms help I can make wonderful things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398415364949538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Sod857omBiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/J8oPLUYMaUc/s320/sewing.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This is me sewing, with the help of Mom of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398813954603794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Sod9RIfxexI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DJYmHH73qWo/s320/sewing+2.jpg" /&gt;And the finished Product!!  Didn't it turn out so Cute!!! &lt;br /&gt;We cut and sewed on each layer of that tutu.  As the layers got on, the hard and hard it was to sew on.   It was a lot of work and took a good 3 hours to do - but it was so ABORABLE!! I finished it off by putting some iron on rhinestones on the front - really added to it!!  YEAH look how crafty I am!  Thanks Mom for helping me and your paitence as I sew -probably not the eaisest thing to watch as I break needle after needle and get the thread tied up in balls.  Thanks Mom!!  Thanks Lexi for having a girl so I could make this adorable outfit - hope you liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-3850018670849419306?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3850018670849419306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=3850018670849419306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3850018670849419306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/3850018670849419306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-ruffles.html' title='Pink ruffles'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/Sod857omBiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/J8oPLUYMaUc/s72-c/sewing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590274237056552843.post-5525087233499624344</id><published>2009-08-04T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:27:36.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543656710901&amp;amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543656710901&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/3098476543656710901/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543656710901&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/3098476543656710901/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3098476543656710901&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/3098476543656710901/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family!!!  We only have a family reunion with the Parker side every 2 years so going to Canada is always a treat!!!  I make the request that I didn't want to be stuck in a car, driving to Canada, eating soggy cake (love you Mom for at least brining me a cake) so this year I requested that we leave before my birthday.  And since I am the Princess we did just that.  We left Tuesday night getting out of town around 6 p.m.  Stopping for gas, and eating we got to Raymond Canada about 4 a.m.  We were SO TIRED!!!  Slept for a few hours and off we went to see Grandpa and my aunt and uncle in Cardston (about 30 min away)  We had dinner reservations at my uncle Reeds house so off to Raymond again to eat delicous BBQ chicken and beef (for the meat eaters of course)  Uncle Reed makes one GOOD BBQ.  It was delicious.  Well it's tradition now to go to the hood-a-rite colony, why I don't know because they are such fasinating people.  They are kind of like the Amish, but they believe in technology, they dress like the pligs, but thy only have one wife.  They live a very simple life, where they live off everything they grow.  They cook, grow gardens, go to school, go to church all on their colonies.  They go into town to sell their goods, and for appointments and things like that.  They are the friendliest people you will ever meet and they will do anything for you.  We went there so my uncle could get a back of potatoes and we ended up leaving with potatoes, pees, head of califlower, head of purple califlower, cabbage, 2 loafs of bread all for $5.  The girls took us on a tour of the colony showing us where they go to school, church, laundry, where they eat, milk the cows, where the cows are raised- everything.  They are just as curious with us as we are with them.  They are super nice and we always love to go see them.  I didn't have any picturs of them because they don't believe in getting their pictures taken, something about it takes a part of your soul.  Interesting culture and life style they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was my Birthday!!!  Kelly had baloons, and a crown for me!! I wore the pink boa all day!  The rest of my brother and sisters got there that morning so we decided to go see Waterton.  It's a toursist attraction, it has hiking, shopping, swimming (if you like the cold) and it's always fun to go see.  We saw a deer, close enough that we even petted it. We even saw a BEAR!!! WAHOO  We had a great birthday!!  Had GROSS pizza for dinner but great company.  It was a nice relaxing birthday.   &lt;br /&gt;Then the family reunion!!  My family is always wild and crazy and we think of the fun things to do.  This year we had a Amazing race - we had to complete all these task and be first to the finish line.  Had all the same rules as the TV version, just on a smaller scale to fit into our camp site.  Just some of the things we did, eat a pie (check the pictures) eat jellow with a spoon, chug a liter of soda, eat all my grandpas favorite things: sea weed, some kind of meat product.. I don't know what else I didn't have to eat them.  We had to untie ropes, launch and catch water baloons.  We had so much fun.  Unfortuanly my team came in 4th place.. but we would have been 1st if it wasn't for some mis-communication with the committee.  All in all we had so much fun with the race!!  Then we hit the lake for a nice cool dip!!  Uncle Reed bought Jet Skis so we tubbed and rode around the lake all afternoon.  FUn in the sun!!   Nights in Canada are always cool and the bugs are dreadful - if you aren't careful they will eat you alive.   Being with family is always so much fun, specially with my family we have 11 brothers and sisters on my Dad's side, about 64 grand children and a heap load of great grand children.    So when we get together we GET TOGETHER!!!  Thanks for a great reunion and a wonderful Holiday!!!   Enjoy the pictures of our trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590274237056552843-5525087233499624344?l=hoylelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5525087233499624344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590274237056552843&amp;postID=5525087233499624344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5525087233499624344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590274237056552843/posts/default/5525087233499624344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoylelicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/canada-eh.html' title='Canada eh?'/><author><name>Hoylelicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03409557758401164721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m86B3UY421s/SMp9SCI72HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YM9tJgf6HXc/S220/6+-+Oct+2007+001%5B1%5D.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
