tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12947351547044248352024-02-19T02:13:04.299-08:00hello.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401977040900979099noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-20685537890567243962011-12-19T19:31:00.000-08:002011-12-19T19:49:34.771-08:00Lately, lately<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SCOTT GOT A PROMOTION!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />That's the big news. (<span style="font-size:78%;">I'm going to write in bold from now on because the yellow font is hard to read on here.)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We're really excited about the things we can do with a shiny new income. I spent hours creating a potential month-by-month budget for 2012. Yeah, I know:*nerd alert* Whatever. It makes me happy. Our big goal is to put 20% down on a modest home in a few years. It's hard to say "no" when you really want things but the things I don't say "no" to myself for are always kind of lame later on. And a house is definitely not lame.<br /><br />And, since we're absolutely not having kids until we get out of Scary Apartment (I don't even want to be pregnant here, I need my strength for possible escape), I found a new job.<br /><br />In collections.<br /><br />It's mortgage collections, which is better than probably any alternative, but I'm still nervous. On one hand, I'm sick of bending over backwards for rude people (which is the essence of customer service); but on the other hand, I don't know if I can handle not being nice to people. Like, purposefully not being nice to people. For money. Doesn't that sound </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">somehow</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> immoral ?<br /><br />Then again, I'm just grateful to have a job. Neither of us has started our new jobs yet, and money is a wee bit tight, and the old instant potatoes for dinner because that's what you can afford really makes a person grateful for the times of plenty.<br /><br />I hope feeling really poor now helps us be smart with $$$ when we feel really rich next month.<br /><br />Just remember Dave Ramsey: Live like no one else so you can live like no one else. We may not be able to have all the things our peers seem to, but sacrificing now will give us peace and freedom later.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-53886670348731109802011-10-09T19:16:00.001-07:002011-10-09T19:46:05.797-07:00SundaysEvery Sunday we get together with Scott's family after church. I love it. Today we were going to stay at our apartment because everyone was sick with a pukey flu, but it was too lonely. Being with family is worth the risk of a week of feeling disgusting.<br /><br />This Sunday we had dinner, made cookies, and have been watching Storage Wars for the past three hours (this is what happens when Dad controls the TV, which is every Sunday).<br /><br />One Sunday Scott and I had planned to take a while to talk about finances. This was when we lived in the basement. I had to do something first and when I was done I walked up to Scott, who was sitting with his family in the living room and said, "Okay, I have an hour... wanna go downstairs?" to which his father exclaims, "An <span style="font-style: italic;">HOUR</span>?!" (no one knew we were planning to talk about finances)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhAz8U-1xsGLDFMMYzvW6DamcnxVchyhLkFFvhpr7hYz3pR81v4_fIdOH7RwtWt9F8S9YQywHGv2ZrtHjYFR2h6hGZLSh2IfwFSGqjHO98pu99tOkMIwA3W9cAVaqbR0S60eoXV8m1UI/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhAz8U-1xsGLDFMMYzvW6DamcnxVchyhLkFFvhpr7hYz3pR81v4_fIdOH7RwtWt9F8S9YQywHGv2ZrtHjYFR2h6hGZLSh2IfwFSGqjHO98pu99tOkMIwA3W9cAVaqbR0S60eoXV8m1UI/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661684629458965026" border="0" /></a>Like father, like son.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-69065282630907000482011-10-02T20:35:00.000-07:002011-10-02T20:37:27.615-07:00I want my mom back.My mom visited for fall break, and it was fun and awesome and I want her back.<br /><br />:(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6KqkFos8-oYdIEtbYGJBSnaL0ItWTdN0vfGSth19IfyfdaICxBU2RAPFPztdvZO0fv7qHLbNnVdgp8qgvh148uHVqwrAG5vPj8FWJRS6aCU0TjbQ5Ypn-aWL6H9x3iUJGZH3XYN0TpU/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6KqkFos8-oYdIEtbYGJBSnaL0ItWTdN0vfGSth19IfyfdaICxBU2RAPFPztdvZO0fv7qHLbNnVdgp8qgvh148uHVqwrAG5vPj8FWJRS6aCU0TjbQ5Ypn-aWL6H9x3iUJGZH3XYN0TpU/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659104869986783202" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-61264877335782908702011-09-27T16:03:00.000-07:002011-09-27T16:29:34.245-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRGiQDyw_rA9iQDb03APRtAuojTkhhEZocEGbavhJXlNo-EIeQddUvWkiyDso4iZvab_1BuGJqlPObmUZFOf572i0fu3JrgddWcJsQyAJV8C9Pwzv8A09shGr-RnSshfbYdCZyV0YuHo/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-26+at+10.57+%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRGiQDyw_rA9iQDb03APRtAuojTkhhEZocEGbavhJXlNo-EIeQddUvWkiyDso4iZvab_1BuGJqlPObmUZFOf572i0fu3JrgddWcJsQyAJV8C9Pwzv8A09shGr-RnSshfbYdCZyV0YuHo/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-26+at+10.57+%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657179094609573810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I need a haircut.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I made an appointment for next week and I keep agonizing over what to do instead of attending to my various responsibilities.<br /><br />It's getting cold enough for fall fringe, so I'm doing that. (I grow out my bangs in the summer because it's too hot and I always hate them.) But I have crazy split ends so I want to take some length off, but how much?<br /><br />On one hand, I love long hair. But I have these layers I don't like and they have split ends too, so should I trim it up to the layers? That would take like five inches off!<br /><br />Compelling, isn't this.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">In other news...<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">We don't have enough money to pay for school. Well, for both of us to go to school.<br />(Student loans are not an option.)<br /><br />Anyway, we <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/fasting-and-fast-offerings?lang=eng&query=fasting">fasted</a> about it on Sunday and we both feel really good about me not taking classes for a while and getting a full-time job. I'll support us while Scott finishes his degree and then I'd like to say I'll go back then but realistically I know we'll want to start having babies and I'll probably get my degree online through BYU when I'm 50 and <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm okay with that!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>I don't know why, but I am. Six months ago, this would have been devastating but I feel really peaceful about it-- like I shouldn't worry. My <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/patriarchal-blessings?lang=eng&query=patriarchal+blessing">patriarchal blessing</a> tells me I'll obtain a good education and I believe it. Maybe it will come through reading books throughout my lifetime or maybe it will be a formal degree, but I trust this promise. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-21505370339516900192011-09-21T18:46:00.000-07:002011-09-21T18:57:21.776-07:00Post diet....<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I LOST</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">15</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">POUNDS!</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0DYQQkFMJ9sEpX_StJengZWUYuM-rhWv2_N0WN2rBp2314KZ8otaFHIRWa9fad4MlJI8nBHwGeYs4tsJFLtntlD2x-TQOTejTWoLey0C3xsVK_2lBdAnhGjp6D5u7ffpW7CTSE5HdKI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-21+at+21.49.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0DYQQkFMJ9sEpX_StJengZWUYuM-rhWv2_N0WN2rBp2314KZ8otaFHIRWa9fad4MlJI8nBHwGeYs4tsJFLtntlD2x-TQOTejTWoLey0C3xsVK_2lBdAnhGjp6D5u7ffpW7CTSE5HdKI/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-21+at+21.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654995819230219602" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">It's a miracle! So I have to give some disclaimers about this diet since I know everyone's pumped about it now:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><ul style="font-weight: bold;"><li style="font-weight: normal;">unless you have tons of money to spend on a seven-day diet, you will not buy enough food, and you will be hungry CONSTANTLY</li><li style="font-weight: normal;">eating tons of fruits and vegetables makes you super bloated</li><li style="font-weight: normal;">you'll hate the very thought of the soup by the fourth day</li><li style="font-weight: normal;">it's a good jump start diet-- I've been eating 1500 calories a day of veggies, fruits, whole grains, and other healthy stuff. But if I had gone back to eating the way I used to, I would have gained all the weight back.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li></ul>The End<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(p.s. I completely gave up by 6pm of the seventh day, shhhh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-23915249929289678742011-09-12T18:35:00.000-07:002011-09-12T18:53:29.194-07:00Fat.<style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651653886988046882"></a><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">For a few years now, I’ve taken medicine for mild depression/anxiety. (Story for another day.) Today I saw my psychiatrist so he could check up on things, and he asked me how my appetite was.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none">“</span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Come to mention it,” I said thoughtfully, “I’ve been eating, like, the whole world.”</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">(not pregnant)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">He asked if I was stressed. Yes, I am stressed. He asked how that affects my eating habits.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><b>My eating habits: </b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><br />-no breakfast</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">-pathetic attempt at eating healthy while at school/work (carrot sticks, grapes, whole wheat english muffin with almond butter and banana slices...)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><br />-come home exhausted, turn on the TV, and proceed to consume whatever strikes my fancy for the next five hours. OH, and if I have time to make dinner, it’s some heavy pasta thing with a green vegetable on the side to make myself feel better.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">So, imagine my surprise when he has me step on a scale and I weigh a whole </span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><b>20 POUNDS</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"> more than I thought I would!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">All right, yes I’ve noticed. My clothes are too small. It’s embarrassing. I feel bloated and chunky all the time. I keep meaning to do something about it, like make time for the gym or stop buying snacks... but at the end of a long day, torturing myself by withholding yummy food just sounds so cruel!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">But I tell you, stepping on that scale and discovering to my horror that I’ve exceeded my highest weight on my mission (Utah mission: we had a car, and every night was Thanksgiving dinner) was the straw that broke the camel’s back. </span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: normal">(Is that a fat joke??)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">So I’m doing something about it. Some people post before and after pictures of themselves in their underwear. </span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><b>HELL NO</b></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">. Besides, my dearest, beloved sister-in-law did that and for one irrational moment, I wanted to shoot her </span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: normal">(sorry Becca!)</span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"> and I’m not naive enough to think someone else won’t want to shoot ME.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">And this isn’t about looks. It’s about feelings. I want to feel good. I don’t really care what pants-size that means. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Giving myself fatty, sugary treats sounds like a reward, but that’s an illusion. The real reward is going out of my way to give myself something healthy. </span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><b>So this is my present to me.</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4ptWBlo64C5AraIj4HgO_2RHbw3Rf6inQZxrQwqszAmLGlbckUSDgUHYem5LNAnu88cEHcBQVZdNlMizfMX7-O3_AJtyidQnDOp_zI8wV4h7zopCa50HyPrakpCJOVXpd6ZaZPiOHY8/s1600/-4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4ptWBlo64C5AraIj4HgO_2RHbw3Rf6inQZxrQwqszAmLGlbckUSDgUHYem5LNAnu88cEHcBQVZdNlMizfMX7-O3_AJtyidQnDOp_zI8wV4h7zopCa50HyPrakpCJOVXpd6ZaZPiOHY8/s320/-4.jpg" name="graphics1" align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="320" vspace="5" width="240" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNKIOx3cdV9tnZ-KHtf6b5DB_NGGCVd58DW9Ssd1nhRp3QrFt4LT-DTFwxGyFkWBhKazojWKBiO4_jG9aqtuFyyGz2sI049ab2rp9KfBg7U781qbgY8uMkvLclfxxUrA2U6CAK7YHVoA/s1600/-6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNKIOx3cdV9tnZ-KHtf6b5DB_NGGCVd58DW9Ssd1nhRp3QrFt4LT-DTFwxGyFkWBhKazojWKBiO4_jG9aqtuFyyGz2sI049ab2rp9KfBg7U781qbgY8uMkvLclfxxUrA2U6CAK7YHVoA/s320/-6.jpg" name="graphics2" align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="320" vspace="5" width="240" /></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9-ZJ6YlG6Uv8t4FLdkn4tFk2K4Kd3x4gJwlJajqkLPEwb7kNIj17u0-1eUZFt3H3mrS2vedhhPp22xeSRxqTDPdkg8LNmrT0RTXEj2x6g1K2y3X-b8vXIKCKuSAPFsnV_2cO9T9LCu8/s1600/-2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9-ZJ6YlG6Uv8t4FLdkn4tFk2K4Kd3x4gJwlJajqkLPEwb7kNIj17u0-1eUZFt3H3mrS2vedhhPp22xeSRxqTDPdkg8LNmrT0RTXEj2x6g1K2y3X-b8vXIKCKuSAPFsnV_2cO9T9LCu8/s320/-2.jpg" name="graphics3" align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="240" vspace="5" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinccAKp3TyHI0DNDeKf3whv8WbiQHmxWqQexVzu8MscaOKXg0e_JCnG6msfTYdzkQnTzEM2f8zFFAgsDhaIR4r2ahUZASK2JxN7hS_soYTpgJ__XB2BVjtlmRqt5XK__mFcuMo8TyG-G0/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-12+at+21.23+%25232.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinccAKp3TyHI0DNDeKf3whv8WbiQHmxWqQexVzu8MscaOKXg0e_JCnG6msfTYdzkQnTzEM2f8zFFAgsDhaIR4r2ahUZASK2JxN7hS_soYTpgJ__XB2BVjtlmRqt5XK__mFcuMo8TyG-G0/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-12+at+21.23+%25232.jpg" name="graphics4" align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="240" vspace="5" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal">(I did this when I got home from my mission and it was wonderful. I lost 15 pounds, felt awesome, and was set on a path of good eating for as long as my self-control would allow it.)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: normal"><b>Sacred Heart Medical Diet</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">This 7-day eating plan can be used as often as you like. If correctly followed, it will clean out your system of impurities and give you a feeling of well-being. After only 7 days of this process, you will begin to feel lighter by at least 10 pounds and possibly 17 pounds, and experience an abundance of energy.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: normal">(I’ve replaced the soup recipe from the site with one my mom came up with-- it’s the same heathiness only yummier.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">SOUP:</span></span></span></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">2 cans diced fire roasted tomatoes</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">one chopped onion</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">1 large can beef broth (no fat)</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">1 package Lipton chicken noodle soup</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">3 stalks chopped celery</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Some chopped carrots</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">2 cans green beans</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">one red and one yellow pepper, diced</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">sliced mushrooms</span></span></p> </li></ul> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Put it all together, boil fast for ten minutes then simmer til veggies are tender. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Add worcesteshire or cholula chipolte for flavor.)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">This soup can be eaten anytime you are hungry during the week. Eat as much as you want, whenever you want. This soup will not add calories. The more you eat, the more you will lose. You may want to fill a thermos in the morning if you will be away during the day.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DRINKS:</span></span></span></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Unsweetened juices</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tea (also herbal)</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Coffee</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cranberry juice</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Skim milk</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Water, water, water</span></span></p> </li></ul> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY ONE</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Any fruit (except bananas). Cantaloupes and watermelon are lower in calories than most other fruits. Eat only soup and fruit today.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY TWO</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">All vegetables. Eat until you are stuffed with fresh raw, cooked or canned veggies. Try to eat green leafy veggies and stay away from dry beans, peas or corn. Eat veggies along with the soup. At dinnertime tonight reward yourself with a big baked potato and butter. Don't eat any fruits through today.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY THREE</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Eat all the soup, fruit and veggies you want. Do not have a baked potato. If you have eaten as above for three days and not cheated, you should find that you have lost 5-7 pounds.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY FOUR</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Bananas and skim milk: Eat at least 3 bananas and drink as much milk as you can today, along with the soup. Bananas are high in calories and carbohydrates, as is the milk but on this particular day, your body will need the potassium and carbs. Proteins and calcium to lessen the cravings for sweets.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY FIVE</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Beef and tomatoes: you may have 10 to 20 ounces of beef and a can of tomatoes, or as many as 6 tomatoes on this day. Eat the soup at least once today.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY SIX</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Beef and veggies, eat to your heart's content of the beef and veggies today. You can even have 2-3 steaks if you like with green leafy veggies but no baked potato. Be sure to eat the soup at least once today.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DAY SEVEN</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Brown rice, unsweetened fruit juice and veggies, again, be sure to stuff yourself and eat the soup. You can add cooked veggies to your rice if you wish.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">By the end of the 7th day, if you have not cheated on this diet, you should have lost 10 to 17 pounds. If you have lost more than 17 pounds, stay off the diet for two days before resuming the diet again.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">This diet is fast. The secret lies within the principle that you will burn more calories than you take in. It will flush your system of impurities and give you a feeling of well-being. This diet does not lend itself to drinking any alcoholic beverages at any time. Because of the fat build-up in your system. Go off the diet at least 14 hours before any intake of alcohol.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Due to the variety of digestive systems in individuals, this diet will affect everyone differently. After day three, you will have more energy than when you began, if you do not cheat. After being on the diet for several days, you will find that your bowel movements have changed. Eat a cup of bran or fiber. Although you can have black coffee with this diet, you may find that you don't need caffeine after the third day.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">The basic fat burning soup can be eaten anytime you feel hungry during the seven days. Eat as much as you wish. Remember the more you eat, the more you will lose. You can eat broiled, boiled or baked chicken instead of the beef. Absolutely no skin on the chicken. If you prefer, you can substitute broiled fish for the beef on only one of the beef days. You need the high protein in the beef for the other days.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Continue on the diet as long as you wish and feel the difference both mentally and physically.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DO NOT - DO NOT</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">No bread, alcohol, carbonated drinks (including diet drinks). Remember, absolutely no fried foods.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">DO - DO - DO - DO</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">Drink plenty - at least 6 to 8 glasses - of water a day, as well as any combination of the following beverages: black coffee, unsweetened fruit drinks, cranberry juice and skim milk.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: none"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: normal">This diet comes from the Sacred Heart Memorial Hospital that is used for overweight heart patients in order to lose weight rapidly, usually prior to surgery.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></p> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-30101829667382382992011-09-10T21:28:00.000-07:002011-09-10T22:09:38.340-07:00Oh alright, I GUESS we can write in our blog again since it's been SEVEN MONTHS...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFGBhyphenhyphenYPNy4V3WUYE2U23x2bW3FouaI0q-2bgGhSPqq_NOKFBxDdBoLEKfPL12cwKUhPdYqvC7QDOVln2EIyUCnBphEtvEMcIbLivQGG4zEn40R6GPtHEeRZK1RWM3VejJVQPR7lm5hM/s1600/-7.jpg"><br /></a>I would like to begin this post with a confession:<br /><br />I have a bald spot in the middle of my right eyebrow<br />and I have to fill it in with a pencil <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />every day</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhwiz2XCAhThxJbK9qoKFUC_r8broBBIRkDOd0pUOa9dslVlIdbCBZ6IWM_bhOjh-6s9d9E8Dy9s9TQgG_wJVYl_p8Lp-cj_L07l4F8MInkQkxp0dUim8RIl6dtK3YTAb-N3RM9NZF4M/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-11+at+00.27+%25233.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhwiz2XCAhThxJbK9qoKFUC_r8broBBIRkDOd0pUOa9dslVlIdbCBZ6IWM_bhOjh-6s9d9E8Dy9s9TQgG_wJVYl_p8Lp-cj_L07l4F8MInkQkxp0dUim8RIl6dtK3YTAb-N3RM9NZF4M/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-11+at+00.27+%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650954691806041234" border="0" /></a>It's really hard to deal with.<br /><br />SO... here's what's up:<br /><br />1. I'm not pregnant. Let's just get that out of the way.<br /><br />2. We both have about two years left of school and sometimes I feel old and dumb and sometimes I'm just grateful to be in school.<br /><br />3. We live in this apartment right by campus and it's cheap but we're the only married people here (in fact, I think I'm the only <span style="font-style: italic;">girl</span> here) and everyone around here just gets drunk all the time but we're saving money and it's actually really cute. Pictures to come. (Yeah right!!)<br /><br />4. Tonight on a triple date with two other married couples, one of the girls pulled me aside and said, <blockquote></blockquote>"I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> the way your husband looks at you. I can just <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> how in love he is with you."<br /><br />I get choked up thinking about that.<br /><br />5. I made some earrings out of old buttons.<br /><br />6. I love Bon Iver.<br /><br />7. This is all that girls on campus wear.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l4VbubB6jv-vv15aDiF6_0ZbPZ4k6LNyIXnxtkLPo_6l5mMLP21zyY220WzQSee8PF0IqCEi6_cGJYlKKTtA7f87IpauLhj3jFS8z1EIIGrgU1F5_Gv1qyWyoLnuZcOSy7L7P4qwWXI/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l4VbubB6jv-vv15aDiF6_0ZbPZ4k6LNyIXnxtkLPo_6l5mMLP21zyY220WzQSee8PF0IqCEi6_cGJYlKKTtA7f87IpauLhj3jFS8z1EIIGrgU1F5_Gv1qyWyoLnuZcOSy7L7P4qwWXI/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650959513423675026" border="0" /></a>Notice how they're walking separate and no one knows each other. <span style="font-style: italic;">This is a thing!</span><br /><br />8. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">hate</span> this.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1SaHdVYKq0ifg2vW5acInqDDDAcoygTS9FtlfLoGb_jrIwudAeCHmauYmsq5_CkVGaPSWKD1L6Garccw1B_cNEtKGPRpYi83CITVlh2Aj7y7KL1fv4eeyA2tzu9Iovb_ZjgUV8Flfs8/s1600/-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1SaHdVYKq0ifg2vW5acInqDDDAcoygTS9FtlfLoGb_jrIwudAeCHmauYmsq5_CkVGaPSWKD1L6Garccw1B_cNEtKGPRpYi83CITVlh2Aj7y7KL1fv4eeyA2tzu9Iovb_ZjgUV8Flfs8/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650960754070265458" border="0" /></a>It's disgusting.<br /><br />9. I'm really enjoying being bang-less. (sounds weird)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tmijHof-uPeMbj-xsb-0IYEciKpaMAALM7DbWtoFPqHr9scLSw5t_lpN_OikWA5ru5U50h5FCWJmh4_GKn2wdLjqMoY3iGUsNhw5vM3qZglyIPXerdTbFTS2HhfO5fOba-5-6gwSY94/s1600/-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tmijHof-uPeMbj-xsb-0IYEciKpaMAALM7DbWtoFPqHr9scLSw5t_lpN_OikWA5ru5U50h5FCWJmh4_GKn2wdLjqMoY3iGUsNhw5vM3qZglyIPXerdTbFTS2HhfO5fOba-5-6gwSY94/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650959516613480226" border="0" /></a><br />And yes, I am in fact uploading pictures from my phone.<br /><br />10. This was the day I looked like a lesbian.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G3rJMyKez7VEXzhUd1WGajFPjeHpxCNk21GW-QoRUtVYeVWSS4_pVI4GA-qae-nBhvuJuUK85oICPPJCFh4tGE0v1ENiHsZQ0_k4ZbOoUHW8RkN87SEn7-rqzEGcx1nK9aibT0fD46E/s1600/-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G3rJMyKez7VEXzhUd1WGajFPjeHpxCNk21GW-QoRUtVYeVWSS4_pVI4GA-qae-nBhvuJuUK85oICPPJCFh4tGE0v1ENiHsZQ0_k4ZbOoUHW8RkN87SEn7-rqzEGcx1nK9aibT0fD46E/s320/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650959520849038978" border="0" /></a><br />11. We did this to all the computers, but the geniuses at Best Buy rigged them so they'd go back to blank after the screensaver started. A fruitless effort.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbS0f_oLuR14aDsjVWR2bLPr0bpRBcQq5rRnL7575Ub-y6DjCb9KCrTLtDXmBF0MImdx1u-OJUKA_LjRZMJtZh1E4aO1Uz8-OrYzhZjgblRiej5Wm2c-fzAfVRm_JdZRYJDl44ALknac/s1600/-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbS0f_oLuR14aDsjVWR2bLPr0bpRBcQq5rRnL7575Ub-y6DjCb9KCrTLtDXmBF0MImdx1u-OJUKA_LjRZMJtZh1E4aO1Uz8-OrYzhZjgblRiej5Wm2c-fzAfVRm_JdZRYJDl44ALknac/s320/-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650959523809096226" border="0" /></a>12. I think at this point I had like two more months of selling. Can you tell how hard I'm trying not to cry?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCEF7wwhYoXpNPWOONj0fn_apvUUGMYzKpI321PS6xt-kVIoBVNq3_XZzGNReR0MEmi1sM0tIsiO-zLqWdFrrYZswL6TeB6ntRSpSqx3MhLqv2QpS26Ap7g2lFmrh3i-n0HUFzC2xemI/s1600/-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCEF7wwhYoXpNPWOONj0fn_apvUUGMYzKpI321PS6xt-kVIoBVNq3_XZzGNReR0MEmi1sM0tIsiO-zLqWdFrrYZswL6TeB6ntRSpSqx3MhLqv2QpS26Ap7g2lFmrh3i-n0HUFzC2xemI/s320/-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650960559190263394" border="0" /></a>13. Scott has the most feminine legs I have ever seen.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFGBhyphenhyphenYPNy4V3WUYE2U23x2bW3FouaI0q-2bgGhSPqq_NOKFBxDdBoLEKfPL12cwKUhPdYqvC7QDOVln2EIyUCnBphEtvEMcIbLivQGG4zEn40R6GPtHEeRZK1RWM3VejJVQPR7lm5hM/s1600/-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFGBhyphenhyphenYPNy4V3WUYE2U23x2bW3FouaI0q-2bgGhSPqq_NOKFBxDdBoLEKfPL12cwKUhPdYqvC7QDOVln2EIyUCnBphEtvEMcIbLivQGG4zEn40R6GPtHEeRZK1RWM3VejJVQPR7lm5hM/s320/-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650963129612175090" border="0" /></a>Well, I guess that's all. We got really into <span style="font-style: italic;">Mad Men</span> for a while but couldn't stand all the infidelity. It's not that the show really glamorizes it, it's more that I began having nightmares and didn't want Scott to leave the house. I get a tad bit too into shows.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-38238470248425821672011-02-21T09:47:00.000-08:002011-02-21T10:00:42.418-08:00Update From We Who Suck At Blogging<ul><li>We only have about five weeks until we say yeehaw to Knoxville and trek across the country again back to Idaho</li><li>Between our jobs we'll have six months' expenses in our savings (the Dave Ramsey way)</li><li>My hair is getting really long<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU7O3fgLqWu8NV2h-6mWyEwCLA9FSfT_NsMdyh0Aj3hi5BdnIgcwmRJT4iZl8Pe-m0IEUJBu52lsmsq3zCwhuPgD9yoakp4Ia5GujTVyvx-YZsiEREKVXG6eSxSH9uE0VfZgCl50fvC0/s1600/.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU7O3fgLqWu8NV2h-6mWyEwCLA9FSfT_NsMdyh0Aj3hi5BdnIgcwmRJT4iZl8Pe-m0IEUJBu52lsmsq3zCwhuPgD9yoakp4Ia5GujTVyvx-YZsiEREKVXG6eSxSH9uE0VfZgCl50fvC0/s320/.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576201659643836498" border="0" /></a></li><li>I've become consumed by an obsession with <span style="font-style: italic;">Lost</span></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span>We<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span> discovered a delicious all-you-can-eat sushi buffet and I had a terrifying experience with a crawdad<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>Scott got really good grades last semester and I'm trudging through online classes</li><li>We have a calling in the nursery at church (which means we get sick every couple of weeks) and it's actually been really cool to see how we both interact with kids</li><li>We're having an epic battle of how to spend money we shouldn't (Scott = plasma TV, Siobhan = fun trip)</li><li>We've been together (dating/married) for almost two years!</li><li>Um... yeah that's it. Can you see why we never update? :)<br /></li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-25267835863726302202010-11-13T01:38:00.000-08:002010-11-13T02:03:13.506-08:00Hey from JupiterScott's been on my back about never writing in our blog. That old ball and chain.<br /><br />So, Mucinex D has ruined my life. It cleared up my sinuses for eight hours (NOT 12, as promised), made me completely stoned for a busy Friday night at work, and now it's 4:41 in the morning and after lying in bed for five hours without being able to breathe or sleep, I've surrendered to Hot Pockets, 30 Rock, and writing all of this.<br /><br />(On a related note, I am totally on Alec Baldwin's side. Kim Basinger is crazy.)<br /><br />I really like my job. I like working hard and getting the instant gratification of cash. I like that people actually want me to come up and talk to them, as opposed to when I was a missionary or when I did door-to-door sales. I like watching the savings pile and pile. We have a goal of graduating debt-free. I like that I'll have a significant impact on us reaching that goal.<br /><br />Someone asked the other day when Scott and I see each other. He goes to school full-time and I work full-time-- at different times of the day. But it's like even when we're apart I feel like Scott is with me. We text every remotely interesting thing that happens to us (for example, a car exploded in his school's parking lot. <span style="font-weight: bold;">EXPLODED</span>). The few precious hours late at night we have together to snack and watch TV make my heart melt. I know people who don't believe in marriage. Maybe they've never had a glimpse of this-- this is the good stuff in life.<br /><br />On the show they're eating pizza. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I want pizza.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-23888352556998549502010-11-03T09:05:00.000-07:002010-11-12T16:33:09.251-08:00We're the Best Halloweeners Around.Siobhan and I love Halloween. Next to Christmas, it's our favorite holiday, and as this is our first "married" Halloween, we decided to have fun with it this year.<br />
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First we went to a "haunted" corn maze called the Trail of Doom. When i was a kid you actually had to figure out how to get out of the corn maze, and you would always get disoriented because some guy in a hockey mask was chasing you around with a chainsaw. It was awesome. Unfortunately they don't allow that anymore. Now they only have one path that's roped off, so you can't get lost. They put a lot more effort into it now though, so it was still a lot of fun.<br />
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The night before Halloween we got together with Brent and Natalie and carved pumpkins. We had a lot of fun doing it and I think they turned out really well.<br />
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</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpF4tjE5ZMVJu8X-mZ9ndgCIKgO-OMygflAv14p4bToZ7MPof50IL5Gq96jZ9tUUifr6oJY-f0RGH-wGZUu1X8w2CE_327gaQfVuYFxjM_kMvfFlWUL_1hXWzbQJ8A8lmFECUIGupxoOP/s1600/P1000327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535363519253768994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpF4tjE5ZMVJu8X-mZ9ndgCIKgO-OMygflAv14p4bToZ7MPof50IL5Gq96jZ9tUUifr6oJY-f0RGH-wGZUu1X8w2CE_327gaQfVuYFxjM_kMvfFlWUL_1hXWzbQJ8A8lmFECUIGupxoOP/s320/P1000327.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 382px;" /></a>Siobhan went with the classic pumpkin, mine was an attempt to do the face of Frank the Rabbit from the movie Donnie Darko (great movie). On Halloween we went back to Brent and Natalie's for an awesome dinner, passed out candy, went home and watched Frankenstein until two in the morning, then called it a night.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-31486577430904069242010-10-20T11:08:00.000-07:002010-10-20T11:53:49.016-07:00I think I'm turning Japanese.i rearry think so.<br /><br />It's funny because it's racist. So Siobhan and I have hopefully found a renewed motivation to write on our blog regularly again; we want to include this in a hardbound photo book that we are going to make for our one year anniversary. When I logged in today I found several drafts of old blog posts that I've written over the past few months that never made it on here. Now that nobody reads any of this anymore, I'm glad that we have found another excuse to write drafts of posts that will never make it on here.<br /><br />A few days ago we celebrated our 6 month anniversary. Not that we'll ever celebrate anniversaries biannually again, but this being our first year of marriage we couldn't help ourselves. And we've been looking for an excuse to learn how to make sushi. Despite being told that it was really hard to make good sushi your first time, we managed to make something good and edible:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5aG3HMpmR9oJ_g7oUDQ-lB9C5q74-YoBH-DTszk1Oau7Uzq0A5imM2Mvv0lZAxSVYpMe-SASQi40Ut9CE4WC_iemr_UIaRGVBwI8M4CPQJ82WMLUN9UwKupUcbNCAIKrkC6Jg1BwesCO/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5aG3HMpmR9oJ_g7oUDQ-lB9C5q74-YoBH-DTszk1Oau7Uzq0A5imM2Mvv0lZAxSVYpMe-SASQi40Ut9CE4WC_iemr_UIaRGVBwI8M4CPQJ82WMLUN9UwKupUcbNCAIKrkC6Jg1BwesCO/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530199180931420146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOTZUux72ZJcDGLS0pYNg7G0_24Ex5BbAz_k74vlP38Q_jgIZxPkZi8EPgYptqIekKEkSPV267WD-89taSAk_XxrIqX3f8JUX5KrA_vNxMn-65fPRvLC0HuKKTbdiq-CdHqMptnk46Mt3/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOTZUux72ZJcDGLS0pYNg7G0_24Ex5BbAz_k74vlP38Q_jgIZxPkZi8EPgYptqIekKEkSPV267WD-89taSAk_XxrIqX3f8JUX5KrA_vNxMn-65fPRvLC0HuKKTbdiq-CdHqMptnk46Mt3/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530199497212213250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDvNFEx0jzvlZSBq32py2VXPwdXVA07qET-1zC9wlGNUnfPVwr5rhxQuvBArYhHWgqEh6j1gGu3w0GYFjGcmgJ9kThyphenhyphenGLT5BhAxZRxbx_NCySOkw0jxFgZCNf3Z0LiroFNlmy_-04jyuK/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDvNFEx0jzvlZSBq32py2VXPwdXVA07qET-1zC9wlGNUnfPVwr5rhxQuvBArYhHWgqEh6j1gGu3w0GYFjGcmgJ9kThyphenhyphenGLT5BhAxZRxbx_NCySOkw0jxFgZCNf3Z0LiroFNlmy_-04jyuK/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530199807707129282" border="0" /></a>Bam, sushi. The California roll (the one with the rice on the outside) was fairly difficult. The rice sticks to everything, so you have to be really careful when handling and cutting it. Other than that, it's not too bad. We had fun making it, too. Our next challenge is to do it tempura.<br /><br />Later that evening we bought our favorite candy and watched Shutter Island. Great movie. Got us psyched for Halloween. On a side note, we love Halloween. In fact we are going to a haunted corn maze tonight, it's going to be awesome!<br /><br />That was our 6 month anniversary! Here's us making/enjoying the sushi:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75CPfVgP-Md_lkYne0gb8uBH3jz5kSOXNDGA6JdHkVzJbnsLuR3uyepnUQ2oLCJJtFpDM_MHKuEqLq0Xfu3dfGIYaVsl-F_WeGEyOHaz4dKG5vwf5p0R1ZneLMwL_gXTHArliGfEhJ8Rz/s1600/dos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75CPfVgP-Md_lkYne0gb8uBH3jz5kSOXNDGA6JdHkVzJbnsLuR3uyepnUQ2oLCJJtFpDM_MHKuEqLq0Xfu3dfGIYaVsl-F_WeGEyOHaz4dKG5vwf5p0R1ZneLMwL_gXTHArliGfEhJ8Rz/s320/dos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530203016206776514" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-66471075127955003892010-08-30T16:34:00.000-07:002010-08-30T16:49:32.574-07:00herro.Arcade Fire + html5 = a pretty cool music video. I don't like how you can see the Google Earth logo on some of the shots, and there was a weird CGI guy running around in a window at the end, but it was cool to see what html5 can do.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.thewildernessdowntown.com/<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bqC7ct-TXGXeN-GFU_bKCqIEGvE8drBIKNU4BJLHQ8QqIjrU0UmpuH9Od9VNi32IMckDac5VtE9KF3PnoL0sKfnvPjxoiTuDx7U46GYlZGBq2GpmYWvjb4HC1KorLNsPii9GYz3TTJWz/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bqC7ct-TXGXeN-GFU_bKCqIEGvE8drBIKNU4BJLHQ8QqIjrU0UmpuH9Od9VNi32IMckDac5VtE9KF3PnoL0sKfnvPjxoiTuDx7U46GYlZGBq2GpmYWvjb4HC1KorLNsPii9GYz3TTJWz/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511353373988696738" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-3415549965459168992010-08-30T14:43:00.000-07:002010-08-30T15:01:02.622-07:00"Don't Have Kids With Your First Wife"^This is what my friend's dad told him. It's funny in that way that most funny things are really horrible.<br /><br />My parents are getting divorced. I won't say it never crossed my mind that it could happen. But I never <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> thought it would. I definitely didn't think it would happen the same year I got married.<br /><br />For the most part, I think it's the best decision for them in their circumstances. But part of me (which I've been in denial about for the past couple of months) doesn't want this to happen. I want us to be happy again-- all of us.<br /><br />I don't know what else to say about that.<br /><br />I bought a car when I was 18 and for the past year it's been sitting in the driveway. My dad fixed it up and now we will be reunited. I'm flying to Kansas City this Sunday night and driving back to Knoxville with it early the next morning.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagine this 13 years crappier.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx0k8HevWyYqg-HCc_2w-PWVNuU4sF_6II6zU2BIIZxCXxhnwFK16azxnwZHYFxe4klBAZGLmQs6zphQ5XcmFNM0scrlgKD1ihp4GiotLnDiMTvBF4d4_9YYR0suzAaySLjOJgDoQVVc/s1600/2010+Hyundai+Accent+Hatchback+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx0k8HevWyYqg-HCc_2w-PWVNuU4sF_6II6zU2BIIZxCXxhnwFK16azxnwZHYFxe4klBAZGLmQs6zphQ5XcmFNM0scrlgKD1ihp4GiotLnDiMTvBF4d4_9YYR0suzAaySLjOJgDoQVVc/s320/2010+Hyundai+Accent+Hatchback+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511325385447773810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But I love it!</span><br /></div><br />The best part about it is that it will end our chronic arguments about whether mopeds or motorcycles are better second forms of transportation.<br /><br />(See, trying to avoid divorce at all costs.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-73079649018116287242010-08-29T19:37:00.000-07:002010-08-29T19:43:07.672-07:00Mormons Don't Hate Gay PeopleThis isn't really about that ^, I just wanted to say it.<br /><br />So, it's been a while since we've blogged. The only news is that we drove three days from Rexburg to Knoxville, are living in Scott's parents' basement (this is much better than it sounds), went on vacation with the fam to Hilton Head, working and saving money, I'm pregnant.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">JUST KIDDING.<br /><br /></span>Anyway, I don't have much, so here is a picture:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />New Bangs!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmKCauKOcKWW1Q1GfRZe3lM2vzN43newkx6g48GHMQnq-THJn7cfZgPQylCH8NZqxEIVXIid2EueE-l1zOO7IAS4jC4PNrNMxYtkTNaBNHcl2n2Iwz7Yu0oDgHP9PhhyphenhyphenwZI40h9rD_v4/s1600/562214083_1992905556_0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmKCauKOcKWW1Q1GfRZe3lM2vzN43newkx6g48GHMQnq-THJn7cfZgPQylCH8NZqxEIVXIid2EueE-l1zOO7IAS4jC4PNrNMxYtkTNaBNHcl2n2Iwz7Yu0oDgHP9PhhyphenhyphenwZI40h9rD_v4/s320/562214083_1992905556_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511027554618200978" border="0" /></a></div>Momma Barnes cut them. The rest of it's just pulled back, don't freak out. Dumb smile. Okaybye.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-6310290360878263832010-07-11T17:40:00.000-07:002010-07-11T18:17:25.167-07:00Sad Sappy Survey<p>I stole this from my sister-in-law's sister, whom I've never met. Because I'm a stalker.<br /></p><p>1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">What are your middle names?</span> His is Douglas-- he hates it. I don't have one (apparently my parents thought Siobhan was torture enough) but I'm thinking of changing mine to Douglas so that Scott doesn't feel so bad.</p><p><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How long have you been together?</span> Dating since May of 09, married since April 2010. So, 14 months total, 3 months as murrieds.<br /></p><p><br />3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How long did you know each other before you started dating?</span> Uhh like a few weeks. But Scott wanted me pretty much instantly. (Even though he didn't know how to pronounce my name for like a month.)</p><p><br />4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who asked who out? </span>Well, we kept saying we wanted to "hang out" under the pretense of swapping music, but I really made the move when he told me he lost his flash drive and I said, "Dang... I was really looking forward to hanging out with you..." We ended up watching Arrested Development and he put his arm around me. *sigh*<br /></p>5. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who made the first move?</span> Well, I sent the aforementioned flirty text. But he initiated the first smooch.<br /><p><br />6. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> How old are each of you?</span> I'm 24 (as of June), Scott will be 23 as of July... so right now I'm the cougar with the 22-year-old husband.<br /></p><p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Did you go to the same school? </span>Right now, since we're both still in school, yes.<br /></p><p>8. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Are you from the same home town? </span>Not even close. He's from Tennessee and I'm from Kansas. God had to bring us both to Seattle to get us to meet.<br /></p><p><br />9. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is the smartest?</span> Scott wins more games but I read more books. It's hard to tell.<br /></p><p><br /><br />10.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Who majored in what?</span> He's graphic design, I'm professional writing. We plan on being starving artists.<br /></p><p><br />11. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is the most sensitive?</span> I think I'm more sensitive to life's knocks but we're both pretty sensitive when it comes to each other.<br /></p><p><br />12. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Where do you eat out most as a couple? </span>Cheap Mexican places around town. The teriyaki trailer. And if we really feel like a special evening, the local Thai restaurant.<br /></p> <p><br />13.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?</span> We went together to visit my family last February in Kansas City.<br /></p><p>14.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Who has the worst temper?</span> Eh, we're both pretty fiery.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>15. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How many children do you want?</span> Siobhan = 4 Scott = 2. (But it will be 4.)<br /></p> <p><br /></p><p>16. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who does the cooking?</span> Me mostly but often Scott helps and sometimes he cooks for us.<br /></p><p><br /><br />17. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is more social?</span> Probably me, I need people around.<br /></p> <p><br /><br />18. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is the neat-freak?</span> I get more stressed out about things being clean normally but Scott is always really good about making the place look nice if we're going to have company.<br /></p><p><br />19. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is the most stubborn?</span> Ooh both.<br /></p> <p><br />20. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who wakes up earlier?</span> Depends. Usually me, out of necessity.<br /></p><p><br />21. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Where was your first date?</span> Our first real, real date was at a Thai restaurant in Seattle on the beach. It was beautiful.<br /></p><p><br />22.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Who has the bigger family?</span> Scott's.<br /></p> <p>23. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you get flowers often?</span> Often, no. BUT. One day while Scott was at work I texted him to let him know I was having a crap day and was super grumpy so that he wouldn't be caught off-guard to come home to a total beast, and he showed up after work with a bouquet of flowers and my favorite ice cream (Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby!).<br /></p><p>24. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How do you spend the holidays?</span> With family.<br /></p><p>25. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who is more jealous?</span> Definitely me! I'm married to a super model.<br /></p> <p><br />26. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How long did it take to get serious?</span> We spent every second together from the start but didn't tell each other we loved each other till July, and then didn't talk about marriage until October.<br /></p><p><br />27. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who eats more?</span> Scott. His stomach is 50% larger than mine.<br /></p><p><br />28<span style="font-weight: bold;">. What do you do for a living?</span> School. Which is not a job. Scott works at a call center.<br /></p><p><br />29.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Who does/did the laundry?</span> We take turns.<br /></p> <p><br /><br />30. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who’s better with the computer?</span> Scott.<br /></p><p><br /><br />31. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Who drives when you are together?</span> Scott because I, erm, lost my license... (I really did, I hated the picture so I took it out of my wallet and lost it. All because of vanity...)<br /></p> <p><br /><br />32. <span style="font-weight: bold;">What is "your" song? </span>"Stand Inside Your Love" by Smashing Pumpkins. It was both of our favorite SP songs and no one either of us had dated ever appreciated its beauty until we met each other!</p><p>The end.<br /></p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Bbbel5JMD3MP4BqCxDuxQlrvfKSf-GX7gQniJyscVInkenNfK_Z5i9Hll8n31osFcozTau8-aY20uUts8yEfutme-bbHTcusUQP9u-bU-P93UyXpLnDbuGoopsuCWGUHn4Zk1bw_Rs/s1600/546840116_1935347300_0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Bbbel5JMD3MP4BqCxDuxQlrvfKSf-GX7gQniJyscVInkenNfK_Z5i9Hll8n31osFcozTau8-aY20uUts8yEfutme-bbHTcusUQP9u-bU-P93UyXpLnDbuGoopsuCWGUHn4Zk1bw_Rs/s320/546840116_1935347300_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492821839264202866" border="0" /></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-68872749402059364902010-07-05T12:08:00.001-07:002010-07-05T12:15:48.127-07:004 Signs You're More Than Just Friends<span style="font-style: italic;">Scott and Siobhan found this website and were wondering if they had any of the signs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: Okay, number one. "Your friends start making very obvious comments."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: Well, people keep saying stuff like, "Where's your wife, Siobhan..." That could count.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: Yeah, maybe. Number two: "You find yourself making or receiving a daily call, often right before bedtime." Well sometimes I call if I'm like, at the grocery store and need to find out if we're out of eggs...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: Yeah I wouldn't call you right before bed, I'd just roll over and talk to you. I don't think that's what it means.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: All right, forget that one. Number three: "Unplanned, you find you have developed pet names for each other."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: Like "Mrs. Barnes"...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: Yeah, where did that come from?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: Read the last one.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: Number four: "Pats on the back become arm and hand intertwinings."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: I think a pat on the bottom has a much more significant effect than that.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan</span>: Yeah but that's not what it's asking.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scott</span>: I guess... I guess we're just friends then.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-25314031313482871922010-07-01T18:13:00.000-07:002010-07-01T18:30:24.111-07:00Coming Soon......as soon as the new power cable for Scott's Mac arrives...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pictures</span> from Siobhan's <span style="font-weight: bold;">birthday</span> and the weekend <span style="font-weight: bold;">Siobhan's dad</span> came to visit!<br /><br />In other news...<br /><br /><ul><li>Rexburg has an obnoxious extreme in temperatures. Scott handles this just fine but Siobhan is cursed with voluminous sweating which makes her kind of crabby.</li></ul><ul><li>We received some sad news recently but it made us appreciate each other and the Gospel very much.</li></ul><ul><li>We're preparing our trip to Knoxville in 3 weeks!!! Tips for how to stay sane during a three day road trip?<br /></li></ul><ul><li>An Indian man died of a heart attack when he saw his own cremation receipt by accident.</li></ul>That is all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-1827776286056164072010-06-17T15:21:00.000-07:002010-06-17T15:38:05.510-07:00Every Tuesday and Thursday I force myself to sit down and write creatively for two hours as part of a school project (and also because if I don't force myself to do things with structure, they never get done).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've realized two things:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>1. I have to write while my favorite sitcoms are on in the background or I get too morose. (And if I opt for music, it has to be Bob Dylan.)<br /><br />2. I relish distraction.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today's distraction:</span> my dad is coming tomorrow. To stay with us. For the entire weekend. We've cleared our our second bedroom and acquired a blow-up mattress and I'm convinced that if I cook him fantastic meals all weekend he'll think I'm adult and mature enough to handle the responsibilities of marriage (which has previously been up for debate).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So here's what I'm thinking:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday Morning: Breakfast Burritos</span><br />Boiled potatoes, cheddar cheese, crispy bacon, sauteed onions and green peppers, and scrambled eggs all wrapped up in a warm tortilla. Green chili salsa optional (although he'll take it because he's a New Mexican). Yum!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday Picnic Lunch: Panini Sandwiches</span> with <a href="http://www.kayotic.nl/blog/herbed-potato-salad">Herbed Potato Salad</a> and fresh fruit.<br />I'm thinking steak sandwiches with grilled veggies and mozzarella cheese.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday Morning: French Toast</span><br />...with strawberries and a creamy brown sugar topping!<br /><br />Okay, so most likely this will all end up a disaster-- the mattress will explode (I hope not; it's borrowed), he'll notice that we're paying too much for rent, and my meals will be awful and burnt and taste bad (because I've never made them before). And we'll have this moment where he says "I'll always be your dad and you'll always need me" and I'll say "I know, you should have been cooking this whole time" (because he's terrific at it) and then we'll all go out for ice cream.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-10046625145501049482010-06-12T16:53:00.000-07:002010-06-12T17:10:18.102-07:00Two Months of MarriageWell, almost. Tomorrow it will be two months.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TWO MONTHS!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span></span></span></span><span>o be honest, this isn't what I thought marriage would be like. It's better than what I thought marriage would be like. It's like having the best of childhood and adulthood all at once. For example, yesterday we rode a carousel.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNniYvMGaZ7bRiMsB7zwYmyp6pYs09Ke5k7kayWfQajGGdH5ERe16PZUJ_S0nFimR3rQe6OsaYhgPagygIVJWy4GAjxoqgnpCbCEJ8stoYr_-6ED-0HQLAhbh2pnlvW5Ow52YCSHt617U/s1600/537170968_1899301459_516346198_1276386073609.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNniYvMGaZ7bRiMsB7zwYmyp6pYs09Ke5k7kayWfQajGGdH5ERe16PZUJ_S0nFimR3rQe6OsaYhgPagygIVJWy4GAjxoqgnpCbCEJ8stoYr_-6ED-0HQLAhbh2pnlvW5Ow52YCSHt617U/s320/537170968_1899301459_516346198_1276386073609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482040029268693458" border="0" /></a><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh3Sjt_es2C9MUOt_0swm5aoU9YZS9oOCI0yQ1x9Td9LLrV8faZasu26FrZ4Vp9dmBebuCFUnObWIYIrM5VAgpj7tjMKqvU-wPe1S8vdCPxPI34e-GwTC4WjRqn0xVozb49U3SnFFBus/s1600/537170658_1899300327_516345881_1276386098613.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh3Sjt_es2C9MUOt_0swm5aoU9YZS9oOCI0yQ1x9Td9LLrV8faZasu26FrZ4Vp9dmBebuCFUnObWIYIrM5VAgpj7tjMKqvU-wPe1S8vdCPxPI34e-GwTC4WjRqn0xVozb49U3SnFFBus/s320/537170658_1899300327_516345881_1276386098613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482040686559933586" border="0" /></a></span>And then later, when we wanted hamburgers, since we're adults, we made them ourselves.<br /><br /><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VARWGdcIlzDTPCzqirarX-yT3xvRfnr14NNz28LASej3WCXFHVRp_JR1ufeK251lPt_frvVR6n7CwmYgnz-aJYNllepmxAPpsAsImzJEe0kP2u03Rwb3W5rjWx0VvzYi_BpfKmRhyphenhyphenXQ/s1600/537171375_1899302986_0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VARWGdcIlzDTPCzqirarX-yT3xvRfnr14NNz28LASej3WCXFHVRp_JR1ufeK251lPt_frvVR6n7CwmYgnz-aJYNllepmxAPpsAsImzJEe0kP2u03Rwb3W5rjWx0VvzYi_BpfKmRhyphenhyphenXQ/s320/537171375_1899302986_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482040991837298898" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't that a beautiful hamburger? I remember when I was a kid, whenever I wanted hamburgers we'd end up having like stroganoff, but whenever I wasn't into it, we'd have hamburgers.<br />Now I get to decide.<br />Because I can cook. Sort of.<br /><br />School's going well. I'm learning a lot. For example, the other day I learned that you're supposed to say you feel nauseated instead of nauseous because if you say you feel nauseous you're saying that you make other people want to puke. Which is funny.<br /><br />And work is going well for Scott. The other day he called a guy with a thick Southern accent who put the phone down randomly and Scott heard him muttering to himself, "C'mon man, I don't care 'bout you or nuttin' yous got tuh say, Ima just lay that phone rightcher n letchew talk tuh yurself..."<br /><br />And, in gloriously wonderful news, my dad is coming to visit. Yep, my dad. He's going to fly to Salt Lake, rent a car, and drive four hours to Rexburg for the weekend before my birthday. I've never been in a social situation that involved my dad without my mom, and definitely not that was in any sort of visiting format, but I'm determined to show him what a grown-up I am by having a clean apartment and cooking us good meals. I'm also desperately searching for some way to entertain him while he's here; Rexburg isn't exactly a happening place for 45-year-old men. Wish us luck.<br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-19599726832038811212010-05-13T22:16:00.000-07:002010-05-13T22:50:56.535-07:00Our Home.So we're finally getting around to adding some pictures of our home, which we have thoroughly enjoyed putting together. In fact, we cut our honeymoon a little short just so we could get everything moved in and start decorating. It's nothing fancy, but it's definitely us and we love it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-jxDD8joxoBhj4blgLxoUtNVwrP6rHY0yZQiCuhkV6hKrkHKUHH-QW7DPkCWFm9-xT6CDovmhgWFahyd1Mp-SKAZmK52qd5oye6mUmuvNwopgyJkaCy79HJFG_FW6DMStqng5_QDvY4/s1600/DSCN0364.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-jxDD8joxoBhj4blgLxoUtNVwrP6rHY0yZQiCuhkV6hKrkHKUHH-QW7DPkCWFm9-xT6CDovmhgWFahyd1Mp-SKAZmK52qd5oye6mUmuvNwopgyJkaCy79HJFG_FW6DMStqng5_QDvY4/s320/DSCN0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470991993163801778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF312Kxg49ycP_EqcDlmiKfrS3pP8gy0mSU1EeyPSbx7rRSqIJwf-4JYhSwK9JsJKRM491MyJuG0fL_RJ3DCIyAgunCT-EKtgEK0wT0cIs2U25Jof5wpOewfbjLHeKF6YC1_mASq_mlrQ/s1600/DSCN0378.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF312Kxg49ycP_EqcDlmiKfrS3pP8gy0mSU1EeyPSbx7rRSqIJwf-4JYhSwK9JsJKRM491MyJuG0fL_RJ3DCIyAgunCT-EKtgEK0wT0cIs2U25Jof5wpOewfbjLHeKF6YC1_mASq_mlrQ/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470997411646755554" border="0" /></a>The strange white blob next to the TV is a tall paper lamp. It's cool, I wish it had shown up in the picture better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPqBkukUND2GtZKvNgpkUpotcJR8ffjDDCz00UtGvZIK7tTVS_IM-8WwQpVQ72EYVpFMi8jMD-U7GSNvPz_I6ivL9EmSBAcseVOrO0yKxF4Xn5mwsN92p9ZEC-1_ZVXKsO-Tw5MPL8-I/s1600/DSCN0366.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPqBkukUND2GtZKvNgpkUpotcJR8ffjDDCz00UtGvZIK7tTVS_IM-8WwQpVQ72EYVpFMi8jMD-U7GSNvPz_I6ivL9EmSBAcseVOrO0yKxF4Xn5mwsN92p9ZEC-1_ZVXKsO-Tw5MPL8-I/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470992660951451250" border="0" /></a>There's another white blob in the corner over there. We tried to get a picture of that lamp because we like it a lot, but it didn't turn out much better...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_h42kkAJgPi32px8tjviGPzn_-OXWEE-2lo101fEdbOjLONLUj6wQzb8rP3imG3fSpOneYsubGInZzm78BulCeKiHTOQQ1KiMyoObwrZADdExq6lf7dFF2Lf5RcpvMF0174ZGPbLBaQ/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_h42kkAJgPi32px8tjviGPzn_-OXWEE-2lo101fEdbOjLONLUj6wQzb8rP3imG3fSpOneYsubGInZzm78BulCeKiHTOQQ1KiMyoObwrZADdExq6lf7dFF2Lf5RcpvMF0174ZGPbLBaQ/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470994189788714274" border="0" /></a>The lamp.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhsI8Tf1QlYeaGt5IOpip0bVJyIwCI_Xjw6lQPlstY2P5WPFeZiOSAjCKVzC8An5C2be4eJgxgq0XnAlOInw4YJOYcJiAUQ4dQiMUkMFQfiRkt2JRAl1I6VNCIU7RAyqSnu4RqGl2UEE/s1600/DSCN0361.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhsI8Tf1QlYeaGt5IOpip0bVJyIwCI_Xjw6lQPlstY2P5WPFeZiOSAjCKVzC8An5C2be4eJgxgq0XnAlOInw4YJOYcJiAUQ4dQiMUkMFQfiRkt2JRAl1I6VNCIU7RAyqSnu4RqGl2UEE/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470995346516564434" border="0" /></a>The couch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3NiAN0VlwcgxmKet08YiAeq-tKy8ludg7g8JyAlJY3LmP7KbEH0vYZG3TVNtHX9D_wQHWbxVQpxPMs0WBjSUHPTys5xqk6NdE4csbJQ99ho8GlaL2s2j_3NwLK0SxWF5AETByWeIj38/s1600/DSCN0383.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3NiAN0VlwcgxmKet08YiAeq-tKy8ludg7g8JyAlJY3LmP7KbEH0vYZG3TVNtHX9D_wQHWbxVQpxPMs0WBjSUHPTys5xqk6NdE4csbJQ99ho8GlaL2s2j_3NwLK0SxWF5AETByWeIj38/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470996172625848562" border="0" /></a>The bathroom.<br /><br />That's all! Except for this, this is us on the day we took the pictures:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTc3lOAjxalrn5H6LnVOoOnDAq-v0iuyU405g21l8ziC1FQ4jKYhxrBB7MMOz9-aP0Me0RPy2O2UVQc9qCfpBXt2Ql-XRKFthj_O_fQwKLRpGSy53Exi2SJ8hYbOZFocq2OQiT_Zrogk/s1600/DSCN0358.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTc3lOAjxalrn5H6LnVOoOnDAq-v0iuyU405g21l8ziC1FQ4jKYhxrBB7MMOz9-aP0Me0RPy2O2UVQc9qCfpBXt2Ql-XRKFthj_O_fQwKLRpGSy53Exi2SJ8hYbOZFocq2OQiT_Zrogk/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470997995809387586" border="0" /></a>Hope you enjoyed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-57375988592592154562010-05-12T17:17:00.000-07:002010-05-12T17:34:23.442-07:00Disclaimer: Have been sitting on the couch with a fever for five hours.I'm sick.<br /><br />Like I woke up for class with a sore throat and during the course of class sunk lower and lower onto my desk with misery. By the time I made it home I had a fever.<br /><br />I've been sitting on the couch watching The Office all day. Obviously I'm grumpy about it. I hate being sick. I just want to sleep until it's over.<br /><br />Scott's been great though-- he made me soup and cuddled with me at the risk of his own health.<br /><br />We've been married almost a month. As in, tomorrow it will be a month. I suppose that means we should probably post pictures of our apartment (the decoration of which we are very proud of) and of recent activities that we actually photo-documented.<br /><br />Marriage is terrific. School has been hard to focus on though; I think it's because I'm taking classes and Scott isn't and he doesn't work till later in the day so it's like I got a new puppy and I just want to go home and play with it all day. Not that grammar and global climate change aren't fascinating.<br /><br />We typically do things like go rock climbing (once), play frisbee at the park (once), play Monopoly (once-- Scott creamed me, my pride has never been so hurt)... Okay so we're trying to get out more but mostly we just watch movies. But it's nice. I could do anything with Scott. (Aw.)<br /><br />Last weekend we went with some friends to this ice cave... except it sort of became a geology expedition to find hidden caves/ shooting things.It was fun, except that I -HATE-GUNS. I had never shot one before, and I thought, Okay, maybe this will be fun. No. And my husband and future sons will hate me for it, but no guns. They can wait until I've passed from this world and am glaring at them from the other side.<br /><br />That night I had a dream that I shot a girl in the face. She was a bad guy, but still. Okay probably also all the ultra-violent movies I've been watching aren't helping either. I want a Clear Play DVD player.<br /><br />All right, that's probably enough from the cynical sick girl. The ol' better half will post pictures soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-2268382703786616592010-05-07T15:41:00.000-07:002010-05-07T16:15:38.964-07:00Wedding Pictures....Continued.Here are the rest of the pictures (hopefully). Obviously not all of them, but a few of our favorites. The rest of these are from the wedding day only.<br />We also have an album on Facebook if you'd like to see some more.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSG1JlFGv71rxuGMt8sFQHJzjx9g7WxMrYRCkJEU3qdH3IXoXSqlkSD-6A7E0ighWK5zOhx0NmOByW527qstPsmJCdJVBrn3RplhI6S0ZbwYEx8-PeYKmon4Bs1M7yI8UFRgSz0GgTnLd0/s1600/S&S_249_MFblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 421px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSG1JlFGv71rxuGMt8sFQHJzjx9g7WxMrYRCkJEU3qdH3IXoXSqlkSD-6A7E0ighWK5zOhx0NmOByW527qstPsmJCdJVBrn3RplhI6S0ZbwYEx8-PeYKmon4Bs1M7yI8UFRgSz0GgTnLd0/s320/S&S_249_MFblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468664610993469506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmakoI5nhIg0HGhOtmIk7GvBzJTobezsYAi-HqPOEkISUiPwD8NI4BYATSjITdnR5Cd6chVXgNKo4s_1N7IJLhD3UUtqeAgfOGUciU_Npf8fssmK2jEt90axKmIZQh61jA0IbpkgZJEm7s/s1600/S&S_323_MFblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 427px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcykuG1UWK9GFctKCO90xEWzsq5blZXIlEWFIYZ4L91tI60Gh1j8IVVF8KR_VQ2Q7IyeyFwHs79sY6RxHKUMeIW1CW8nI4nKuC3oT2MUMXFDwm3SSGIZcTaEzPZBmtjofaOyYti7Tfzltn/s320/S&S_691_MFblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468668856022968786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhO5x5mAejOGvvisuYNzemp-ZEnvvcxG7fO4XSb1MDkoqsi6qUbe12ZK-xzfqNXeGo9oN3f6LBMGFtQaJsnDU3QwKk_Tmry1wDtCYMT07gMP2PQEjJ5rqZpwXAjZDmuisOAIMqJdL8Qw0/s1600/S&S_733_MFblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 428px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhO5x5mAejOGvvisuYNzemp-ZEnvvcxG7fO4XSb1MDkoqsi6qUbe12ZK-xzfqNXeGo9oN3f6LBMGFtQaJsnDU3QwKk_Tmry1wDtCYMT07gMP2PQEjJ5rqZpwXAjZDmuisOAIMqJdL8Qw0/s320/S&S_733_MFblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468669562777426882" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-82054991916266705982010-05-07T14:58:00.001-07:002010-05-07T15:34:31.664-07:00Wedding Pictures!Hello everyone...they are finally here! These are our amazing wedding pictures, taken by our photographer/friend Levi Price. I would highly recommend him. We took some the day before our wedding (the ones where Siobhan's hair is down), and some the day of the wedding (obviously). So without further ado, here are the pictures:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuzZ8-Ry1JIlj30aE5ADqSSQXpLHPOsHv0xCcPZAzcDViavAAlU3JpefdPwNHdMxRJ-nxMwbsf4EbTFyNBRZfg26m5M209Ww8UlJEIl75joIUZp_bx1mgEDmDXWenGS8peqxeRW6w4F70/s1600/S&S_030_MFblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuzZ8-Ry1JIlj30aE5ADqSSQXpLHPOsHv0xCcPZAzcDViavAAlU3JpefdPwNHdMxRJ-nxMwbsf4EbTFyNBRZfg26m5M209Ww8UlJEIl75joIUZp_bx1mgEDmDXWenGS8peqxeRW6w4F70/s320/S&S_030_MFblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468653968415561026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkPGnh6w2GGeo3tmh6TajToqWDgwachJXBFgQ2HOc_jSMfPaQpJVLWb3cJApnht9ZQTKmlw22kDB5Nr5UHMKyylpsG_G4S4dsKsFSIbxGxNkmRh7drC95NwA8IGb0eP8kUMil52Buj2ng/s1600/S&S_034_CDblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkPGnh6w2GGeo3tmh6TajToqWDgwachJXBFgQ2HOc_jSMfPaQpJVLWb3cJApnht9ZQTKmlw22kDB5Nr5UHMKyylpsG_G4S4dsKsFSIbxGxNkmRh7drC95NwA8IGb0eP8kUMil52Buj2ng/s320/S&S_034_CDblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468655251694257506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5WNnSJT7cnWnFn9zu4WKiTaOJFrBx_6-5QcrR3eIF-8w15nnF_0hvxMyVJHfTzaDr6vgy4g0FUSshAMVOswPyJy54lo3DD7nI8CmKvl_-kMai4JtW2IKE4FR4Dv_SI12HYZCqY6FppiY/s1600/S&S_249_MFblog.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3rjSXgMzOjvwFz43wT8BGJU_3ftEbnRva2GbcOFgO7xVJJ0W9hQ4MuTZXEKFTAwcoJYu8iW-x8g7dit0IwX7AOZmq-4_FQgIzmcacv9jvkk5qiFIOHy3DaCc_3YaaE0omOwzV8jGGZuP/s1600/S&S_043_MF-liteblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 431px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3rjSXgMzOjvwFz43wT8BGJU_3ftEbnRva2GbcOFgO7xVJJ0W9hQ4MuTZXEKFTAwcoJYu8iW-x8g7dit0IwX7AOZmq-4_FQgIzmcacv9jvkk5qiFIOHy3DaCc_3YaaE0omOwzV8jGGZuP/s320/S&S_043_MF-liteblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468656244189900338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabv0OkkOc0qU7gRqtazcGzV-0zpl69SLFlaGMWEkEYxe7vfsC-X0eYX5xCma8b5i76AuE67qjUSAeCTxIxeR2Q0F6RADgo4lzyT2SnAlRmObffSNCE_1cp-nRaTF7ko5iWmr04194CHrz/s1600/S&S_102_MFblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 433px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabv0OkkOc0qU7gRqtazcGzV-0zpl69SLFlaGMWEkEYxe7vfsC-X0eYX5xCma8b5i76AuE67qjUSAeCTxIxeR2Q0F6RADgo4lzyT2SnAlRmObffSNCE_1cp-nRaTF7ko5iWmr04194CHrz/s320/S&S_102_MFblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468657738865103970" border="0" /></a>Well, blogger is deciding not to allow me to add these without much difficulty, I'll continue in another post...Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-111139896647739122010-04-18T18:18:00.000-07:002010-04-18T18:22:08.402-07:00Updates on the wedding , including pictures, will be posted soon... very soon. Stay tuned!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835362873652611084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294735154704424835.post-17610369636244588082010-03-28T12:57:00.000-07:002010-04-02T01:43:10.994-07:00Hare Krishna - Holi Festival of Colors!Yesterday we went to an annual celebration at the Lotus Krishna Temple (a Hindu temple) in Utah that celebrates the coming of Spring called the Festival of Colors. It's celebrated in Asian countries like India and Nepal, but Spanish Fork, Utah has the largest celebration of it's kind in the United States. We didn't get there early enough to wonder around much, but there's a lot of dancing and singing and food and other activities related to Indian culture to take part of. The climax of the celebration, however, is the massive chalk fight that takes place outside the temple, which we were there in time for!<br />
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