<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:36:07.857-07:00</updated><category term='dad'/><category term='Caden'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Ashley'/><category term='Megan'/><category term='Zach'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Guy'/><category term='Melita'/><category term='family'/><category term='birthday&apos;s'/><category term='Kindergarten'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='temple'/><category term='horses'/><category term='conference'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Jake'/><category term='Country Jam'/><category term='service'/><category term='Holiday&apos;s'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='mission'/><title type='text'>The Adair Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-4039986181414467984</id><published>2010-08-05T14:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:16:12.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>So life doesn't seem to be getting any easier, not that I expected it.  I just wish that at some point things would start to turn around.  Maybe I should try and focus on the good things in my life.  The things I'm grateful for.  Like my two rambunctious out of control boys, althought they drive me crazy and I'm glad that I have them.They love me no matter what.  (Except when they are mad and yell at me.)  I'm thankful that I have a job, it might not be my favorite and there might be contention between me and some co-workers.  But I have an understanding boss who works with me instead of firing me.  And I get paid a good salary.  I'm thanksful for my family that loves me no matter what I say or do.  I grateful for my senses, that I can see, and hear, and smell, and taste and feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it said that if you start listing you blessings you'll soon forget about your problems.  Maybe I'm just not trying enough, they seem to be in the foremost of my mind all the time, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else.  I should be happy this weekend should be one of celebration, but I don't have the motivation to make my self leave the house.  I know I need help, but I don't know where to turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe posting this here and getting it out, because it's been so long since I posted that most likely no one is reading my blog and it can just be a journal for me.  I guess I could make it private then that would really keep it from being read, but I think that somewhere in the back of my mind maybe I do want people to know how I feel  Maybe there is someone who can help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-4039986181414467984?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/4039986181414467984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=4039986181414467984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4039986181414467984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4039986181414467984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-802113760409509052</id><published>2010-07-31T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:50:25.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to try again</title><content type='html'>Well once again it's been a long time since I posted anything on here. :)  Let's see a quick update of sorts.  The end of May beginning of June, Guy and I along with Megan, Melissa and Gary had the wonderful opportunity to head down to Brazil and pick up Jacob.  It was so awesome.  We had a really good time.  Jake is now home, and about 4 weeks after he got home he proposed to his cute loving adorable girlfriend Kathryn.  They have set a date of October 1st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley graduated from Fremont High School just before we left to get Jake.  It was a nice ceremony, not too long and good talks.  She's working for the summer and going away to school in the fall.  It's going to be weird to be here just Guy and I with the boys in a few months, but it's an exciting time for her to be going out on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan graduated from UVU with her Associates of Science degree and is now working and preparing to go on her mission.  She's pretty excited and has a good head on her shoulders with what she wants out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden finished first grade and is getting excited to be a second grader in school. He has recently hit a growth spurt.  I can't believe how fast he is growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is getting excited to start Kindergarten.  It seems strange to think that my little boy is five.  He still seems so little to me compared to other kids his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I've just been taking it day by day at work and home.  I feel like I have way too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it.  I know that's how pretty much everyone feels.  But it weighs down on me alot.  Anyway, I'm thinking of using this as an outlet to get off my chest how I feel.  I hope it works.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-802113760409509052?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/802113760409509052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=802113760409509052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/802113760409509052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/802113760409509052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-to-try-again.html' title='Going to try again'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-5248968719272125521</id><published>2010-02-21T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:27:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 102 days until......</title><content type='html'>Jake comes home. I know it's crazy I can't really believe it myself, I'm sure the next three and a half months are going to fly by.  Guy and I are hoping that we can go down and pick him up.  That would be the trip of a life time.  In honor of Jake coming home I'm going to read the Book of Mormon in 100 days.  I found a chart to help keep me on track, it also has a quote by an apostle or other leader and then a thought question.  I'm going to try and post the thought questions along with my response so that I keep my motivation up.  I'm excited to start this, anyone else that wants to give it a try here's where I found the charts.  &lt;a href="http://www.mormonshare.com/lds-clipart/100-day-book-of-mormon-reading-chart"&gt;Mormonshare.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://smile-adventures.wetpaint.com/page/Read+Book+of+Mormon+in+100+Days"&gt;smileadventures&lt;/a&gt;  Good Luck and Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-5248968719272125521?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/5248968719272125521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=5248968719272125521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5248968719272125521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5248968719272125521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-102-days-until.html' title='Only 102 days until......'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-1811986095739310686</id><published>2009-05-21T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:27:42.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story meets Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="340"&gt;So I don't know how many of you know who &lt;a href="http://www.jonschmidt.com/"&gt;Jon Schmidt&lt;/a&gt; is but he is an awsome composer/pianist.  This is an arrangment by him of Love Story by &lt;a href="http://www.taylorswift.com/"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; (love her) and Viva La Vida by &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/"&gt;Cold Play&lt;/a&gt; (love them, I also just downloaded their album for free from their web site).  It's really pretty.  Hope you all enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-1811986095739310686?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/1811986095739310686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=1811986095739310686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1811986095739310686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1811986095739310686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-story-meets-viva-la-vida.html' title='Love Story meets Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-6503017852680307163</id><published>2009-04-28T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:47:02.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Just a quick note</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I was getting the boys to turn off the TV and go to bed, Zach looks up at me and says "What about my ball Mom?" I said "What ball Zach?"  "The one up my nose mom".  Sure enough that little dork had shoved a little plastic ball up his nose.  You know like the kind that are for air pellet guns.  Now I'm sure you're all saying well hey all kids do that.  This is the third (yes third) time that Zach has done this.  The first time we were about ready to take him to the ER and dad saved the day.  The second time I think was about the same.  Tonight I was home with the kids, Guy was out working and I thought oh great what am I going to do.  So I laid him down on the counter to get a better look, it wasn't that far up there, so I plugged the other side of his nose and said ok now blow!  Nothing.  Try again Zach one more time.  He blew and the little plastic bugger popped right out.  Ashley was in the room with me and we both looked at each other with a disgusted look on our faces.  But it was quite funny, and luckily again no trip to the ER.  You'd think that the kid would learn to not stick things up his nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-6503017852680307163?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/6503017852680307163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=6503017852680307163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6503017852680307163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6503017852680307163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-8224027583229836665</id><published>2009-03-11T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:29:48.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>So I'm thinking that I have insomnia I haven't gone to a doctor or anything, but I find myself up at all hours of the night.  Not able to fall to sleep, my mind keeps working it just won't stop and I just keep thinking I'm so tired!  So then I'm exhausted all day at work I get home and I'm so tired I just want to sleep but I think no just keep going until bed time then you'll be able to sleep.  Then it gets to be 930 or 10 pm and I'm wide awake once again, usually until close to midnight or 1 am.  If anyone has any suggestions of what I can do I'm all ears.  I just want to sleep and feel rested again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-8224027583229836665?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/8224027583229836665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=8224027583229836665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/8224027583229836665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/8224027583229836665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2009/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3629529292504090020</id><published>2009-02-21T17:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:36:05.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Wow!  Been Way to long!</title><content type='html'>So I know that I've been away for a long time.  Truth is I've been too busy facebooking, reading, and being lazy.  Not a whole lot has been going on here.  We had Christmas it was nice went down to my mom's house went sledding.  Sledding, now that was fun.  I hurt myself more than once but that's what it's all about right?  Then came New Years, went down to Guy's parents house.  Played some fun games, went sledding again!  Hurt myself some more.  Decided I'm too old for sledding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the January blahs!  Had some tough weeks.  In November my Grandpa Bown passed away, he'd been sick for a long time so it was a blessing for him to not be in pain anymore, but still sad to see him go.  His funeral was the Saturday after Thanksgiving.  My brother was able to come home for the funeral, and was actually the one that presented my uncle with the flag from my Grandpa's coffin.  Then in January my Grandma Lewis passed away, she too had been sick for a long time.  Both will be missed by everyone who knew them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 27th brought around Guy's birthday.  I took him out to dinner while Ashley watched the boys for us.  She sure is a sweet heart sometimes.  He was somewhat disappointed as we hadn't baked a cake for his birthday.  But I knew a secret, Megan was coming home for the weekend and had called and told me she wanted to make a cake and bring it up.  I figured that two cakes was too many.  So we had cake and ice cream with her over the weekend.  Ashley went to a school dance that weekend.  She looked very pretty.  It's hard to believe that she is 16 and old enough to date.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now around to February.  Still nothing to exciting.  We made a snowman last weekend.  Megan came up again, which was wonderful.  She gave us a wonderful valentines day gift of a gift card to Texas Roadhouse, and two movie tickets so that we could go on a date.  She then said we were to go and she was watching the boys for us.  She took them to get pizza and to get some popcorn at the store.  Then brought them home and gave them a bath and watched a movie with them.  The next day we played some games as a family and had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that brings us up to this weekend and that shall be saved for another post all to itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and post a photo slide of the last three months soon as Guy gets home with his computer and the photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3629529292504090020?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3629529292504090020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3629529292504090020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3629529292504090020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3629529292504090020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-been-way-to-long.html' title='Wow!  Been Way to long!'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-5936174303519748673</id><published>2008-12-09T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:51:00.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf This</title><content type='html'>So I know it's been a long time since I posted anything.  Life's been a little crazy here.  A couple of my friends and work and my sister-in-law have elfed themselves and it looked like fun so I tried it.  I guess that Guy really can dance, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A317840' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=zYudaULRVwmmQOhY&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=zYudaULRVwmmQOhY&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=zYudaULRVwmmQOhY&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjg4ODQ*MDQ1OTQmcHQ9MTIyODg4NDU2MTM1MCZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMjY3NSZnPTImdD*mbz**YzIwYTE5NTNmNGU*MWFlYTI5NzE5ZTZiMTJhNmZkZA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-5936174303519748673?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/5936174303519748673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=5936174303519748673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5936174303519748673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5936174303519748673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/12/elf-this.html' title='Elf This'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-6298408949584667340</id><published>2008-11-19T21:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:52:10.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>High School Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;So a couple of my friends have done this and it looked kind of fun so I thought what the heck I'll give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DID YOU DATE SOMEONE FROM YOUR SCHOOL? Yes I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT KIND OF CAR DID YOU DRIVE? 1985 White Chevy Cavalier, man I loved that car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DID YOU PASS YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE TEST YOUR FIRST TRY?  yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHERE YOU A PARTY ANIMAL? Not so much really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WERE YOU CONSIDERED A FLIRT? I would guess Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WERE YOU IN BAND, ORCHESTRA, OR CHOIR?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WERE YOU A NERD? Kind of, I was smart but I don't know that I was a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WERE YOU ON ANY VARSITY TEAMS? Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DID YOU EVER GET SUSPENDED/EXPELLED? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CAN YOU STILL SING THE FIGHT SONG? Heck Yes! Go Darts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHO WERE YOUR FAVORITE TEACHERS? Mrs. Gooch, Miss Hoge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHERE DID YOU SIT FOR LUNCH? In the cafeteria or the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR SCHOOL'S FULL NAME? Davis High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR SCHOOL'S MASCOT AND COLORS? A Dart, and Brown &amp;amp; Gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU GO TO HOMECOMING AND WITH WHO? Yes Junior year I went with Ben, and Sr year I went with Brandon.  Had a great time both years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND DO IT AGAIN WOULD YOU? Nope then my life wouldn't be what it is now and I wouldn't change that for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER MOST ABOUT GRADUATION? It was really long and they said my name wrong like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GO SENIOR SKIP DAY? Wasn't every day senior skip day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WERE YOU IN ANY CLUBS? Yeah FBLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU GAINED SOME WEIGHT SINCE THEN? I've gone up and down and up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO WAS YOUR PROM DATE? Jr year Brett S.  Sr year I was stood up for prom how sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ARE YOU PLANNING ON GOING TO YOUR 10 YEAR REUNION? It was two years ago and I was going to go, but ended up helping my sister-in-law move instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DID YOU HAVE A JOB IN HIGH SCHOOL? I had three different jobs I think.  I was a maid at a motel, then I was a telemarketer, then I work at Dariy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag all of you out there that want to remember high school.  It was kind of fun to think back about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-6298408949584667340?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/6298408949584667340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=6298408949584667340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6298408949584667340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6298408949584667340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school-tag.html' title='High School Tag'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-4918175666021331392</id><published>2008-11-08T11:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:03:54.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>New Camera</title><content type='html'>This year is my ten year anniversary at work.  It was actually back in July but I didn't get my gift until October I think.  Just because I couldn't decide what I wanted to get.  I finally decided on a new digital camera.  The one that I had was about 5 years old went through batteries like a kid through candy.  So the camera I got is a &lt;a href="http://www.nikon-coolpix.com/e/l18.html"&gt;Nikon Coolpix&lt;/a&gt;.  It's an 8.0 megapixel and it takes pretty good pictures.  The night I brought it home the boys wanted me to take their pictures so I did and I got some pretty funny ones.  Here they are. Oh yeah and thanks IHG for a great 3 month summer job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=126348802&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=126348802"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=126348802&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=126348802"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-4918175666021331392?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/4918175666021331392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=4918175666021331392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4918175666021331392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4918175666021331392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-camera.html' title='New Camera'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3309945302470995237</id><published>2008-11-08T11:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:59:11.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Halloween '08</title><content type='html'>Yes I am aware this is late.  But better late than never or something like that.  :)  So this year Caden was a tiger, ah scary, and Zach was a cute little dalmatian.  Here's a couple of pictures.  We went Trunk or Treating with the ward, and as luck would have it they hold the trunk or treat on our street because it's a dead end.  So all we had to do was back down our driveway.  How nice is that?  The boys had fun, dad walked around with them, while I sat in the trunk and handed out candy.  We were all done and by in the house by 645.  It was nice.  Then Ashley and her friends were in and out of the house until about midnight when all the friends had to leave.  Didn't get any pics of them, but they're teenagers so really who cares.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdCcbQybI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G7eAOjwI4cA/s1600-h/DSCN0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdCcbQybI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G7eAOjwI4cA/s320/DSCN0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358373339679154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdDLGKqOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9uweFcHRPsY/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdDLGKqOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9uweFcHRPsY/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358385867663586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caden the scary tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdDpSfeHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/efh95aggDAc/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdDpSfeHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/efh95aggDAc/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266358393972422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach they shy dalmatian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3309945302470995237?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3309945302470995237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3309945302470995237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3309945302470995237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3309945302470995237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08.html' title='Halloween &apos;08'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SRXdCcbQybI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G7eAOjwI4cA/s72-c/DSCN0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-1412954534932479878</id><published>2008-10-31T05:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:08:03.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In memory of Stephan J Bown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years ago today I lost my dad.  He was killed in an auto vs cyclist accident.  Here's a few things that I remember about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a wonderful sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;He loved me and my family very much&lt;br /&gt;He worked hard so that we wouldn't go without&lt;br /&gt;He was always willing to help anyone&lt;br /&gt;He was just a big kid, he always told us he was president of the Peter Pan fan club&lt;br /&gt;He loved the outdoors, camping, hunting, he was just getting into mountain biking&lt;br /&gt;He loved cycling, I remember watching the Tour de France with him&lt;br /&gt;He loved animals I think that we always had a dog or a cat or both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sad that my dad didn't get to see me graduate from school, or see me off on my first date, or get to be there when I got married.  But mostly I'm sad that he wasn't here for any of the little things, dinner at home when he would get us all rilled up and drive mom crazy, watching funny movies as a family, going camping up at Ferin, falling asleep in his banana chair, the way he laughed and talked, hearing stories about him growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you dad.  It seems very hard to believe that you have been gone for 18 years.  Back then I didn't think that life would go on this long.  I know that you are watching over all of us.  I know&lt;br /&gt;that you love us and that you are waiting for us to be together again as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of my dad and I taken the summer before he died.  I was almost 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQr0Wf3NdMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WKAtYypQ1io/s1600-h/dad+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQr0Wf3NdMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WKAtYypQ1io/s320/dad+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287781883212994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-1412954534932479878?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/1412954534932479878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=1412954534932479878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1412954534932479878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1412954534932479878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQr0Wf3NdMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WKAtYypQ1io/s72-c/dad+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-5299222079584901585</id><published>2008-10-30T23:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:27:00.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Jack-O-Lantern</title><content type='html'>Guy just finished helping (okay he really did it all) the boys carve a pumpkin.  They were pretty excited.  They got to go yesterday and help dad pick the pumpkin out.  Then tonight Caden told dad what kind of face he wanted and dad drew it on, and carved it.  It looks pretty good I think anyway, I mean it's not professional or anything.  Here's a few pictures and can I just tell you that it is harder to take a picture of something in the dark without the flash.  I was having a very hard time holding still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT6RbbbQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eaknoOLel_0/s1600-h/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT6RbbbQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eaknoOLel_0/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181743855987970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first face Caden wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT6pCks4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pSxh0Fzz9tI/s1600-h/DSCN0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT6pCks4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pSxh0Fzz9tI/s320/DSCN0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181750194189186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second face Caden wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT7OTMOSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/psa3zywlKck/s1600-h/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT7OTMOSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/psa3zywlKck/s320/DSCN0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181760196000034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside with the flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT7l1uWAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YfGKIU_b0rs/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT7l1uWAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YfGKIU_b0rs/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181766514857986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside with out the flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The boys seemed to have a really good time and are so excited to dress up tomorrow they can hardly stand it.  This is the first time we have carved a pumpkin in years, at least since we had the boys.  I know what bad parents.  But I'm thinking now that Caden is old enough and wants to that it will become an annual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-5299222079584901585?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/5299222079584901585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=5299222079584901585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5299222079584901585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/5299222079584901585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/jack-o-lantern.html' title='Jack-O-Lantern'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SQqT6RbbbQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eaknoOLel_0/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-9017682753139089471</id><published>2008-10-27T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:26:36.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>This video isn't the best because it was taken with my phone.  But this was too cute to pass up.  We went to a birthday/Halloween party at my sister-in-laws house.  Towards the end of the night when most everyone had gone home the little kids started playing with Guy.  The birthday boy had received a set of &lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3012661"&gt;"Hulk" hands&lt;/a&gt; and they make noise when you hit them.  The kids would run into Guy and he would bonk them on the head with the Hulk hand, they would fall down and then get right back up and go back for more.  It was hilarious.  I didn't get the best parts because I was in the other room. Before I got in there after they hit the ground they would make someone in the room count to 10 before they would get back up.  It sounded pretty funny.  Pay attention to about 25 seconds, Caden gets whacked pretty good.  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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yokrceSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FNh3XubOcO8/s320/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259485981204838690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James putting Ashley's corsage on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yo4nM9hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8Gs_DEnSXT0/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yo4nM9hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8Gs_DEnSXT0/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259485986555754002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashely putting on James' boutonniere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1ypnaff_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ed9r5aFJcU/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1ypnaff_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ed9r5aFJcU/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259485999118909426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley &amp;amp; James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yp7Cj-jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EKS875depmc/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yp7Cj-jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EKS875depmc/s320/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259486004387248690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin, Maddy, Ashley, and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a tad bit late.  But oh well.  Ashley went to homecoming this year.  Her date's name was James.  Guy said that he seemed like a very nice kid.  I didn't get to meet him because I was down in Cedar City with my family after the marathon.  But here are a few of the pics that Guy took when James got to the house to pick Ashley up.  She said that she had a good time.  This was her very first date.  Doesn't she look beautiful?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-1284788321767919873?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/1284788321767919873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=1284788321767919873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1284788321767919873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1284788321767919873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/fremont-homecoming-08.html' title='Fremont Homecoming &apos;08'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1yokrceSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FNh3XubOcO8/s72-c/DSC01192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3037980710175339917</id><published>2008-10-18T21:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:06:42.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Museum</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon my sister-in-law and I took our kids to the &lt;a href="http://www.hill.af.mil/library/museum/"&gt;Hill Aerospace Museum&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't think I had ever been there before.  Pretty sad to say seeing as I've lived in Utah my whole life and I've lived 7 miles from the museum for the last 3 years.  Between the two adults we had 7 kids with us.  My two boys, my two nieces, and my sister-in-laws three nephews.  The oldest two were 7, then two 5, two 3 and a 18 months.  It was kind of fun.  We saw some really cool planes there.  Both of the boys had such a good time.  And the best part was it's free!  If you haven't seen the museum I suggest taking a trip up to Roy to see it.  I'd like to go again with my Grandpa who served in the Airforce so that he can tell me what all the planes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wIYPfxJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YC_QKGNkM_Q/s1600-h/DSCN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wIYPfxJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YC_QKGNkM_Q/s320/DSCN0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259483229087319186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four of the 7 kids.  Caden, Alexia, John, and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wI5-5JkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5pz8ILMIcKo/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wI5-5JkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5pz8ILMIcKo/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259483238144484930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden in an ejector seat.  I didn't get one of Zach because there was a dad with his kids standing by us and as soon as Caden got out of the seat one of his kids got in and wouldn't get out until he had his picture taken and the mom was in another building with the camera.  The dad wouldn't even make his kid get out.  I was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wJBqefBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nqvOEFYVq48/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wJBqefBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nqvOEFYVq48/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259483240206334994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden &amp;amp; Zach in front of "Blackout".  Caden thought the helicopter behind them looked like the one from transformers.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3037980710175339917?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3037980710175339917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3037980710175339917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3037980710175339917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3037980710175339917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/museum.html' title='Museum'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SP1wIYPfxJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YC_QKGNkM_Q/s72-c/DSCN0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-2561959614178257126</id><published>2008-10-07T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:43:27.273-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>St George Marathon '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOwg1EEZv9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/DH83bCiZXyY/s1600-h/St+George+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254610961231888338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOwg1EEZv9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/DH83bCiZXyY/s320/St+George+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fearless runners Lance, Jenica, Debbie (mom), Vic (dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off BIG CONGRATULATIONS to my mom, dad, sister and brother for running in the St George Marathon this weekend. It was a rainy cold weekend, and only the 2nd time in the 32 years of the marathon that is has rained. My mom blames that on my dad as he tends to have the worst luck in the world. But I digress. They awoke very early Saturday morning to catch one of the first buses at 4 am! It was warm when they got off the bus, and by the time they got up to where the race starts it was raining, cold and windy. They all started running into a head wind, that was driving rain right at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sweet dad made it to mile 13 running with pnemonia. When he stopped at the aid station they told him he was getting hypothermia and going into shock. He was shivering so bad he couldn't talk to the nurse there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy brother Lance ran the entire way, he said that he didn't walk once because he was afraid if he did he wouldn't start again. He finished in 4:09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bless her dear heart hates the cold more than anyone else I know (except for my Grandpa), she wasn't going to run, but her friend and running partner told her she had trained to hard to not finish. So she ran the marathon for her 2nd (and she says last) time and finished in 6:11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jenica didn't train as much as she should have (although she should've learned from me that is not the way to do it). A little back story when I "ran" the marathon in 2006 I didn't train at all, and ended up walking most of the way. Because of that I finished at almost the very end. My family started getting worried about me so my brother Jeremy and Jenica started walking back along the raceway to find me. They found me and walked with me for about the last 1.5 to 2 miles. It was great that they pushed me like that. So anyway, we hadn't seen Jenica so Jeremy and I decided that we would walk back and find Jen. We found her at almost the same place that they had found me two years earlier. We walked with her to the finish line. She finished in 6:45. Six minutes faster than my time of 6:51. Here's a picture of me and Jen after we found her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOwg09HUWWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wytvMju2j6c/s1600-h/Jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254610959365069154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOwg09HUWWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wytvMju2j6c/s320/Jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time staying in Cedar City for the weekend at the wonderful Holiday Inn Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-2561959614178257126?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/2561959614178257126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=2561959614178257126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2561959614178257126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2561959614178257126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/st-george-marathon-08.html' title='St George Marathon &apos;08'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOwg1EEZv9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/DH83bCiZXyY/s72-c/St+George+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3602295298305314005</id><published>2008-10-02T18:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:38:44.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>So my friend Theresa tagged me.  What I am supposed to do is go to my computer and find the 4th file and the 4th picture in that file.  Well I have a few different places that I keep my pictures so here goes.   This first one is from my Aunt Cyndi's house.  My sister Jenica and I went there in June of 2004 to see my cousin graduate from high school.  My mom hadn't been back to see my Aunt's house so I was taking pictures so that I could bring them home and show her.  This one happens to be of the addition that my aunt was adding on at the time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOVn_xMwomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZfXrxp_Nlc4/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOVn_xMwomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZfXrxp_Nlc4/s320/PICT0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252718885633827426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This second one is of Easter 2006, this was just after we had gotten home from church and I wanted a picture of all the kids, so I had them stand in front of the only flowering tree we have in our yard.  Caden did not want to be in the picture, he usually doesn't.  Zach got his glasses in his Easter basket.  And poor Megan her heels kept sinking into the grass.  It was quite funny.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOVpBE5uPbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j1v-5P-bkRo/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOVpBE5uPbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j1v-5P-bkRo/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252720007614184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I tag Ashley, Angie, and Becca.  Come on girls I know that you have some great pictures to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3602295298305314005?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3602295298305314005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3602295298305314005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3602295298305314005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3602295298305314005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOVn_xMwomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZfXrxp_Nlc4/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-2605924050072045100</id><published>2008-10-01T18:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:43:09.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Twilight Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>So as I'm surfing the net at home tonight I went to &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;Stephenie Meyer's website&lt;/a&gt;. She has posted a single from the upcoming &lt;a href="http://twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;Twilight movie&lt;/a&gt; soundtrack. It's a new song by the group &lt;a href="http://www.paramore.net/"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt; called Decode. It is so good. You should all go and check it out! That's all for now. I was just so excited I had to share. :) Happy Listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-2605924050072045100?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/2605924050072045100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=2605924050072045100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2605924050072045100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2605924050072045100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-soundtrack.html' title='Twilight Soundtrack'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3566868585887346529</id><published>2008-09-30T19:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:24:55.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Interesting Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOLWR7ioB-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYsa-c_SRyE/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOLWR7ioB-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYsa-c_SRyE/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251995718996461538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend Guy and I went down to his parents house.  His dad is getting a wheel chair and we helped to clean so that he can get from one end of the house to the other.  My in-laws are packrats to put it nicely.  They throw nothing away.  I love them to death, but their house is a mess.  So as we were cleaning we came across this picture.  It is from a photo-booth, it's Guy and his dad when Guy was about 9 I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much Caden looks like his dad.  This is a picture of Caden from Guy's family reunion in August.  You can definitely see the resemblance. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOLbSwHl9YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CwTXfAJ-kkc/s1600-h/Anna,+Lucas,+Caden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOLbSwHl9YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CwTXfAJ-kkc/s320/Anna,+Lucas,+Caden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252001230668297602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3566868585887346529?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3566868585887346529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3566868585887346529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3566868585887346529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3566868585887346529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-find.html' title='Interesting Find'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOLWR7ioB-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LYsa-c_SRyE/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3674908965837395927</id><published>2008-09-26T08:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:24:35.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melita'/><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOGltXP6PEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YOsKj1gSXP8/s1600-h/Bown-Lewis+Family+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOGltXP6PEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YOsKj1gSXP8/s320/Bown-Lewis+Family+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251660839244151874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday Guy &amp;amp; I celebrated our 10 year anniversary.  Sometimes it's really hard to believe that we have been married for 10 years, others it seems like it has been much longer.  I asked Guy what he would say our first date was, he looked at me and said did we even go on dates?  I said I can only think of a couple.  We started out as friends, I thought of Guy as the big brother I never had, then one day his sister said wouldn't it be funny if you two dated.  So one thing led to another and a year and a half later we were married.  The last 10 years have been crazy, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else.  Even though we sometimes argue and drive each other nuts, there is no one else I'd rather be with.  Last Monday Guy asked me about iPod's, I let Jake take mine on his mission because it doesn't play video so I have Jake's, mine was a cute little blue nano, Jake's is a huge black 30GB monster that has absolutely no battery life.  So anyway Guy asked me after using Jake's for the past 4 months which one I liked better?  Did I like the little nano or the big one.  I told him that I liked the nano the best, and then I told him about the cool new &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_nano?intcmp=AIC-WWW-NAUS-BUYNOW-FOOT-IPODNANO-080910"&gt;nano's&lt;/a&gt; and how they had a purple one (I'm somewhat obsessed with purple), and all the things they did.  So on Wednesday after we had dinner, I said "Hey we could go over to Best Buy and get me an ipod", He says "They don't have one", I said "well Kari said she saw a purple one at Wal-Mart", he says "nope they don't either", I said "How do you know?"  He says "I drove all over trying to find you a new 16GB purple ipod and couldn't find one anywhere."  I turned and said "Ah you really do love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so lucky to have Guy in my life and to have the 5 kids that we have.  I couldn't ask for better kids.  Jake, Megan, and Ashley are the best step-kids in the whole world and I love them so much.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOGjo5U-4DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N0CpvWUNTLg/s1600-h/me+and+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOGjo5U-4DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N0CpvWUNTLg/s320/me+and+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251658563469631538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Guy and I on our first anniversary.  We were sealed in the Manti Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3674908965837395927?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3674908965837395927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3674908965837395927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3674908965837395927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3674908965837395927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SOGltXP6PEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YOsKj1gSXP8/s72-c/Bown-Lewis+Family+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-7590989695260137977</id><published>2008-09-18T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:28:08.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>So I've added another blog.  Wow this stuff really is fun.  :)  I wanted a way to update family and friends on how Jake is doing on his mission.  So I created a blog where I will be posting his emails and pictures.  :)  Feel free to take a look if you would like to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-7590989695260137977?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/7590989695260137977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=7590989695260137977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7590989695260137977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7590989695260137977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-4201198259624936637</id><published>2008-09-17T17:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:10:44.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag your it! - Angie &amp; Ashley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Names you go by - Melita, Skeeter, MeliKa Adairm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you are wearing right now -brown striped pants, blue striped shirt and brown sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Restaurants I love - The Old Spaghetti Factory, Texas Roadhouse, TGI Friday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Favorite things to do - read, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;play with the kids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Trips to plan on this year - trips?  What are trips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you want badly - more money, a bigger house, I really want another baby but that's not going to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 People who will do this - Ashley, maybe Angie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Pets you have/had - Carmel, Smokey, Tigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you did yesterday - worked, tried to potty train Zach, watched the Wipeout season finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you ate today - pizza, peanut butter granola bites, and some chocolate milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 goals -finish school, eventually get a bigger house, send my kids to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Fears - the only one I have is of someone close to me dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you plan on doing today - work, make dinner, straighten my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Things you plan on doing tomorrow - work, make dinner, go visiting teaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Favorite Holidays - Any day I get out of working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3 Favorite beverages - water, Dr Pepper, hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-4201198259624936637?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/4201198259624936637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=4201198259624936637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4201198259624936637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4201198259624936637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag your it! - Angie &amp; Ashley!'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-4430275047607473404</id><published>2008-09-17T17:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:34:58.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Tricky little 3 year old!</title><content type='html'>So as I was sitting here and typing out the previous message "Tag your it" and Caden came in and said "Mom you have got to come here and see what Zach did to your sink in the bathroom."  So I'm thinking Ok he squirted toothpaste all over, but no I get in the bathroom and he has taken out the drain in my sink, then taken one of my pill bottles and taken off the "child-proof" cap.  He then decided that he should turn the bottle upside down and stick in down the drain.  See picture below.  I just don't know what I'm going to do with that kid.  I'm going to have to start putting my pills up where he can't reach them.  I didn't think he could get them open.  Guy had to come upstairs and take apart the drain under the sink to get the bottle out.  Now I have to go to the store and get my perscription filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SNGhaqLE-ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rPNum5yGwsY/s1600-h/0917081745a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SNGhaqLE-ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rPNum5yGwsY/s320/0917081745a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247152520232761746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note, he tried to dress himself this morning while Guy was in the back watering.  Guy walked back to the house and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SNGhvSC5HbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x1ArHKu3vkg/s1600-h/IMAGE_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SNGhvSC5HbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x1ArHKu3vkg/s320/IMAGE_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247152874533232050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is wearing a swimsuit with the flotation stuff at the top, and those are my tennis shoes on his feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-4430275047607473404?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/4430275047607473404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=4430275047607473404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4430275047607473404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4430275047607473404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/tricky-little-3-year-old.html' title='Tricky little 3 year old!'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SNGhaqLE-ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rPNum5yGwsY/s72-c/0917081745a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-6773837830562481314</id><published>2008-09-15T22:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:43:21.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Zoo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM81UEY4o5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/3h_BH--sNnY/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470709801690002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM81UEY4o5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/3h_BH--sNnY/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caden, Zach and Nelia on the elephant trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM81UmNTJiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rb8nFpz0Egk/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80sF_ShVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pWG1azzqKzE/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470023036437842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80sF_ShVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pWG1azzqKzE/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Jen on the Carosel with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80sheaMNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i0MiF9khqts/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80s7ysVPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jFDQxy4Q2GE/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470037479118066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80s7ysVPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jFDQxy4Q2GE/s320/DSC01171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday September 13th was my work party at the Hogle Zoo. Guy and I went and took the boys, Ashley didn't want to go (she is too cool for the zoo). Jenica came and met us there, Along with Rainbow and Garet with Nelia and Joshua. The boys had a great time seeing all the animals and playing in the new discovery zone. It was fun to watch then look at the animals. I didn't stay for the whole time because Jenica and I had already made plans to go to the State Fair and see &lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.musiccitynetworks.com/"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt; in concert. Unfortunetly I did not take any pictures at the concert.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the train ride.  The cute girl in my neice Nelia.  She and Caden were best buddies at the zoo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470041870937362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80tMJyLRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z1gah1KCHV8/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caden and Zach in the egg&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470051673135842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM80twqz2uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cskD0C0XwdE/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-6773837830562481314?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/6773837830562481314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=6773837830562481314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6773837830562481314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6773837830562481314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM81UEY4o5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/3h_BH--sNnY/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-8212117241580232639</id><published>2008-09-09T22:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:13:49.649-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weird Family weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8wRmFEmRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4S1DOEEVQjs/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8wRmFEmRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4S1DOEEVQjs/s320/DSC01099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465169747646738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting Friday at work I made Guy take me to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner.  So yummy, I would highly suggest trying them if you haven't already done so.  That was actually a nice start to the weekend.  The boys were even good at the restaurant, which almost never happens.  So then we get up Saturday morning and get ready to leave for Central Utah to my brother-in-laws wedding.  My in-laws live in Mayfield, it's a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere.  :) The wedding was outside at the park there in town, which happens to be across the street from a dairy, the ceremony was short and sweet.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8wwnU0bhI/AAAAAAAAADg/O9hWFRoOq5o/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8wwnU0bhI/AAAAAAAAADg/O9hWFRoOq5o/s320/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465702658076178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride looked pretty, they had a kind of western themed wedding.  The groomsmen were in their black wranglers with green button up shirts.  The bridesmaids and flower girls were in beautiful purple dresses.  The reception was very laid back.  There were sandwiches, chips, and of course cake.  The cake was delicious.   After the reception we went back to the in-laws and visited until about 10 pm.  We for some strange reason (we were too lazy), didn't pack any over night bags for us.  We were just planning on coming back that night.  But we were having so much fun catching up with some of the family.  I do miss them at times, and us Adair step-moms have go to stick together.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done visiting we drove up to my moms house in Woodland Hills, by Spanish Fork, and decided we were too tired to drive home.  We spent the night there and hung out the next day to have birthday dinner for my sister Serena.  She turned 13 on Friday.  So we had taco's for dinner and homemade pies for dessert.  My dad makes the best pies ever.  Or so I'm told since I don't really like fruit pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that Ashley was a little ornery?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xcKH9I4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hhXsanMsR7Q/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xcKH9I4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hhXsanMsR7Q/s320/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466450733736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden holding  his little cousin Jason&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xbbqk8iI/AAAAAAAAADo/iVhN7d9UhFw/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xbbqk8iI/AAAAAAAAADo/iVhN7d9UhFw/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466438262485538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy helping Zach hold Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xbqjqimI/AAAAAAAAADw/xm1ed-BcDt8/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8xbqjqimI/AAAAAAAAADw/xm1ed-BcDt8/s320/DSC01144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466442260023906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home and someone had decided to be tremendously nice to us and had brought over some food from Smith's caselot sale.  I will probably never know who did that for us.  But it was so amazingly generous and self-less.  If I ever find out who it was I'm sure I'll be too overcome with emotion to even say anything.  It is one of the nicest things that has happened to our family.  It's great to know that we are being looked after even if I don't know who is looking after us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-8212117241580232639?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/8212117241580232639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=8212117241580232639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/8212117241580232639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/8212117241580232639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-family-weekend.html' title='Weird Family weekend'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SM8wRmFEmRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4S1DOEEVQjs/s72-c/DSC01099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-3278852868756968006</id><published>2008-09-03T17:36:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:14:11.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Ashley's 16th Birthday</title><content type='html'>So this is going to kind of be in backwards order because I put the pictures in wrong.  But oh well.  So Ashley's birthday was a couple of weeks ago.  She is now 16, I'm having a hard time believing that, I think that Guy is having an even harder time.  For her birthday her BFF Jackie and I threw her a surprise party.  She had no idea until the day before, then through a series of unrelated events she kind of figured it out.  But that's ok it was still fun.  Then on her birthday her friends Jackie and Chandler came and destroyed, I mean decorated her room, while I took her out to get her license, to get some lunch and to the mall to have some girl bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is such a beautiful and sweet young woman.  I feel very blessed that I am lucky enough to be a part of her life.  She is such a great help around the house.  She loves her horse even after he fell on her.  She is such a great friend, and someone I love to talk to.  It's crazy to me that she is a junior in high school.  When I first met her she was such a cute little toddler.  It's been so much fun to watch her grow into the the wonderful person she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gw7GnlUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/amuBNRBc1pM/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gw7GnlUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/amuBNRBc1pM/s320/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944516153808194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8jz0D1dLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A8cwvNwNYFg/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley's Room after decorating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8jz0D1dLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A8cwvNwNYFg/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8jz0D1dLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A8cwvNwNYFg/s320/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241947864337577138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8kP5akDPI/AAAAAAAAADM/mxhD0oNdTg4/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8kP5akDPI/AAAAAAAAADM/mxhD0oNdTg4/s320/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948346811419890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8kDBv7WdI/AAAAAAAAADE/xZgypxCpyJY/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;Chandler one of the culprits.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8kDBv7WdI/AAAAAAAAADE/xZgypxCpyJY/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8kDBv7WdI/AAAAAAAAADE/xZgypxCpyJY/s320/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948125710211538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie the other culprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gOYv-GDI/AAAAAAAAACs/D_vy0lPOwdE/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gOYv-GDI/AAAAAAAAACs/D_vy0lPOwdE/s320/DSC01028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241943922816456754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chandler, Glen, Johnny, Jackie, Ashley, and Chelcee&lt;br /&gt;The kids from the surprise party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gAdToQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Xi8FnTKIeU/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gAdToQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Xi8FnTKIeU/s320/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241943683521594130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley in her birthday tiara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-3278852868756968006?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/3278852868756968006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=3278852868756968006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3278852868756968006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/3278852868756968006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/ashleys-16th-birthday.html' title='Ashley&apos;s 16th Birthday'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8gw7GnlUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/amuBNRBc1pM/s72-c/DSC01032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-6000021318798274295</id><published>2008-09-02T16:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:24:24.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL29JizifRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIZ79VrafHA/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL29JizifRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIZ79VrafHA/s320/DSC01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241553512988572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL28sNgErtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ne2fEerkpM0/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL28sNgErtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ne2fEerkpM0/s320/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241553009053576914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Caden's first day of kindergarten.  He was so excited, he couldn't hardly wait to go.  In fact since back to school night a couple weeks ago, Caden has been asking me when he get's to go to school.  So today I go and pick him up from the sitter's to take him to school.  He wanted both Guy and I to drop him off so that's what we did.  I think that he is going to be fine.  He didn't even care when we left.  He just was so happy to be at school.  I hope that continues though-out his years in school.  Here are a couple of pictures from the day.  This was outside before we walked in.  The other one, I swear he is not sticking his pencil up his nose, he is just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I picked him up from the daycare.  I asked Caden how his day went.  He said that he had lots of fun in school and the only name he remembered is his teacher Mrs. Cragun.  I guess that' a good name to remember.  ;)  He's my little trooper I'm so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-6000021318798274295?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/6000021318798274295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=6000021318798274295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6000021318798274295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/6000021318798274295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL29JizifRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIZ79VrafHA/s72-c/DSC01082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-701543652481165734</id><published>2008-07-02T16:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:29:12.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Jam'/><title type='text'>Country Jam</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend Jenica and I went to Country Jam in beautiful Mack, CO.  For those of you who don't know what that is, it's 4 days of country concerts out in the middle of a field.  So fun and sooo hot.  This year we were able to see the following performers; Colin Ray, Rodney Atkins, Lady Antebellum, Diamond Rio, Clay Walker, Josh Turner, Jamie O'Neal, Jason Aldean, Tim McGraw, Little Big Town (my personal favorite), and Sugarland.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun hanging out, dancing and listening to some great music.  For LBT I bought Jenica Sky Box seats for her birthday.  So for that concert we were actually on the stage.  It was soo freakin' awesome!  Jenica has all the pictures so as soon as she gets them to me I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you are wondering a large bag of ice from Wal-mart is 20 lbs.  So if you buy 2 large bags you will have 40 lbs of ice and that doesn't fit in a normal size cooler that has food in it.  If you put it in the trunk of a Hyundai Elantra for about 2 hours in the heat, it will leave about 2 inches of water in the bottom of your trunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-701543652481165734?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/701543652481165734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=701543652481165734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/701543652481165734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/701543652481165734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/07/country-jam.html' title='Country Jam'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-7044328886121491977</id><published>2008-07-02T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:22:05.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake'/><title type='text'>Update from Elder Levingston</title><content type='html'>So it's now been three weeks since Jake went into the MTC.  We have received three letter from him so far.  It's nice that on his p-day he can get on the internet and email us.  He is doing really well.  He loves it down there, they get to go to the temple once a week as well.  He says that he has also learned to love rice and beans which he hated before he left.  It's really good to hear from him.  He is very buys, and says that it's really hard, but he knows that he has made the right choice by going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update more frequently.  If anyone would like to send him letters let me know I have his snail mail and email address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-7044328886121491977?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/7044328886121491977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=7044328886121491977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7044328886121491977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7044328886121491977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-from-elder-levingston.html' title='Update from Elder Levingston'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-7666009255675250058</id><published>2008-06-13T21:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:23:08.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>High School Graduate</title><content type='html'>A HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO MEGAN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan graduated from Grantsville High School on May 29th as one of the two Valedictorians.  Our Megan is such a smart girl!  As Valedictorian, she got to give a speech at graduation, hers was great.  (I have it on video, as soon as I figure out how to download it I'll post it.)  The graduation itself was good, it wasn't too long so we didn't all get bored.  ;)  Megan had lots of family there to support her.  Before the graduation we took Megan out to eat, she picked the Spaghetti Factory.  We had lots of fun there teasing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is going to go to UVU (Utah Valley University) in the fall, where she has received a full-ride scholarship.  She also received a scholarship for $3,500 from my work.  There were 96 applicants for this scholarship and 6 recipients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it sounds like I'm bragging on her it's because I am.  We are soo very proud of Megan and all that she has accomplished.  She is a very self-motivated, dedicated girl.  We never had to remind Megan to do her homework, or bribe her to get good grades.  It was just something that she did for herself.  Megan graduated having only received one B in her entire High School career (and we don't want to talk about the stupid teacher who gave her a B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT JOB MEGZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL3mhb5vovI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xAPLrr-C9Pg/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL3mhb5vovI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xAPLrr-C9Pg/s320/DSC00938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241599003429151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL3m123eXSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C_JuK07le1A/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL3m123eXSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C_JuK07le1A/s320/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241599354264771874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-7666009255675250058?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/7666009255675250058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=7666009255675250058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7666009255675250058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7666009255675250058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/06/high-school-graduate.html' title='High School Graduate'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL3mhb5vovI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xAPLrr-C9Pg/s72-c/DSC00938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-811559261677490951</id><published>2008-06-13T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:26:45.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake'/><title type='text'>Missionary Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8bbc3q1sI/AAAAAAAAABc/7s1Frrhwp7g/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8bbc3q1sI/AAAAAAAAABc/7s1Frrhwp7g/s320/DSC00968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241938649702651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Megan, Levi, Jake and Ashley at the airport before Jake left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know Jake received his mission call in February of this year. He is going to the Brazil Curitiba Mission. He reported to the MTC in Sao Paulo on June 10th. Yes I know that was three days ago. So let's back up. On May 3rd Jake went through the Bountiful Temple. Wow, that has to have been one of the best days of my life this far. It was such a wonderfully uplifting experience to be able to go through with Jake for his first time.  I will always remember how I felt that day and the spirit that was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8c5ydXLpI/AAAAAAAAABk/MEUbDcqG89A/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8c5ydXLpI/AAAAAAAAABk/MEUbDcqG89A/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241940270405594770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Jake and I at the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the next week, Sunday May 11th, Jake spoke in our ward as kind of his farewell.  He spoke on mothers.  His mom came up to our ward to hear him speak and he gave a wonderful tribute to her, and to me as well.  I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this kid.  I couldn't ask for a more wonderful step-son, and older brother for the little boys.  So after Sacrament meeting we came back to our house and had some food, and visited with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake next spoke for his "real" farewell as he would say, on June 8th in Stansbury at his mom's ward.  Guy and I and our kids went down for the entire block, Jake wanted to go to Priesthood with Guy one last time.  A funny thing happened in Relief Society, I went with Megan, Ashley and Melissa.  When they asked for visitors, Melissa turned to Megan and said "You have to introduce Melita, I'm not sure what to say".  Melissa is Guy's ex-wife, her and I get along just fine.  Anyway Megan introduced me as her step-mom and the rest of the meeting was fine.  I don't know why I just found it funny.  But it guess it would've been weird to say "This is Melita, my ex-husbands new wife".  Anyway, during Sacrament meeting Jake gave a wonderful talk on faith, he didn't seem very nervous.  He had prepared so well, he didn't even have to hardly read his talk at all.  There were a lot of people there to support him.  Ok if you know Jake a lot of them were girls.  :)    It was really nice.  After church we went to Melissa's house and had her homemade ravioli, it was delicious.  It was nice to visit with all the family that came out and Jake's friends from high school that we hadn't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to Tuesday and the airport.  Our poor little Jake had never flown before in his life, so he was quite nervous to fly.  We got him to the airport took some pictures, visited for a while and then sent him on his way through security.  We watched him walk all the way through security, and then watched as he went up the escalator and out of sight.  We were all teary eyed and we watched him go.  Jake has grown up so much, he has turned into a wonderful young man and I'm sure will be a great missionary for the Church in Brazil.  I will keep you updated on his progress as I get updates from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do know that he got to the MTC safe and sound.  Also if any of you would like his address to mail him a letter just let me know and I'll get it to you.  I'm sure that he will love anything he gets from home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8alUhDayI/AAAAAAAAABU/eWBvtL-oa9E/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8alUhDayI/AAAAAAAAABU/eWBvtL-oa9E/s320/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937719747373858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-811559261677490951?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/811559261677490951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=811559261677490951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/811559261677490951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/811559261677490951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/06/missionary-time.html' title='Missionary Time'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8bbc3q1sI/AAAAAAAAABc/7s1Frrhwp7g/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-1125535771553895883</id><published>2008-06-13T20:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:32:30.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday to my Caden J.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8eFB0em7I/AAAAAAAAABs/qce8pePwsAQ/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8eFB0em7I/AAAAAAAAABs/qce8pePwsAQ/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941563019271090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday May 2nd was Caden's 5th birthday. I can't believe that my baby is 5. :( He is growing up so fast. We celebrated his birthday on Sunday May 4th. Anyway, we had Grandparents, Great-Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Brothers, Sisters and Friends over to share in the cake and homemade ice cream with us. Caden picked out a Cars cake. He loves Lightening McQueen. We also bought about a dozen cupcakes with little plastic rings on top. The kids all got to run around and play outside. We opened up the presents and he got lots of toys to play outside with. Here are some of his favorite things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie Transformers &amp;amp; toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matchbox cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing outside all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing Nintendo (mostly Mario Kart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chasing Jake around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie Short Circuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His nerf dart gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to family on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King Burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also went to Kindergarten round-up in April. He was pretty excited and came home and told me everything that he had learned. I came home with a huge stack of papers to go over. We just went to Caden's year check up and the little tyke weighs in at a whopping 38 pounds and is 43.5 inches tall. He has recently become much more inquisitive. He asks what everything means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Caden "Mom was does 'I love you too' mean?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me "It means that you love someone."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Caden "oh ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Caden "Mom what does 'agree' mean?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me "Well Caden agree means that you feel the same way. Like if you said I'm tired and I said I agree that would mean that I felt tired too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Caden "Oh ok so agree means that you are tired?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me "Well not quite but close." (Which then lead into a discussion on what that meant.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He really makes me laugh, and then drives me crazy at the same time. I do have pictures, I"ll have to post them later as they are on Guy's camera and I don't know where it is right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-1125535771553895883?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/1125535771553895883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=1125535771553895883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1125535771553895883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/1125535771553895883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-belated-birthday-to-my-caden-j.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday to my Caden J.'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SL8eFB0em7I/AAAAAAAAABs/qce8pePwsAQ/s72-c/DSC00891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-7741637750853467987</id><published>2008-06-13T19:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:54:47.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>So I'm a Slacker</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention, that since I sent this wonderful blog up I have not been updating it. Our lives have been quite busy since I last was here. I'm going to put my stories separate blogs to keep them straight. Missions, Graduates, Temples, Babies (not mine), almost accidents and Birthdays. But first a funny story or two to get you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Guy and the boys and I were watching TV, (for the life of me I can't remember what we were watching but that's not the point) when something somewhat exciting happened and Caden said our favorite phrase "What The?" Zach followed about 5 seconds later with "Heck?" I looked at Guy and he looked at me and we both just started laughing. Ok well we thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then today I get home from work and I need to go potty (can you tell I have kids?), so Zach of course said he needed to go too. I said ok let's go upstairs and go. (We are tyring to get him to want to be a "big"boy.) So up we go, I get all done and I'm doing my thing, Zach is sitting on his little potty saying "It's not coming Mom. Oh here it comes. Nope it's not coming Mom." Then he looks up at me and says "Mom, you don't have a pee'er." (That what daddy started calling "it" when Caden was being potty trained.) I said no I don't, and he follows it with "Well I have one, and so does Caden and so does daddy, and I can poop too and so can Caden." I was at quite a loss for words by this time. Mostly because I was trying to contain my laughter. Little boys are just too funny. Sorry if that was a little TMI for some of you but I found it greatly amusing. Alright well on with the rest of the stories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I almost forgot. Ashley's arm is getting much more better. It pretty much doesn't hurt her anymore, unless you punch her. Her lung is all healed up, along with her rib. However about a week and a half after the accident we found out that she had fractured her pelvis in three places. The doctor said that it had already started to heal, and it wasn't displaced so there wasn't really a lot that they could do for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-7741637750853467987?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/7741637750853467987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=7741637750853467987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7741637750853467987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/7741637750853467987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-im-slacker.html' title='So I&apos;m a Slacker'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-4309002386009118540</id><published>2008-04-14T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:56:20.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>Crazy Horse Weekend</title><content type='html'>Wow who knew that so soon after I set this thing up I would have something big to write about? So this past weekend for my family has been quite exciting to say the least. So most of you know that Ashley is an avid horsewoman. She loves to ride and is a good rider. Saturday afternoon, she went out and saddled her horse went for a ride, then came back and got the boys and took them for a ride, then came back and decided that she was going to run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barrels&lt;/span&gt; in the back pasture area. She had been out there for about an hour or so (it's about 3 in the afternoon) and the phone rings. Guy answers the phone then almost immediately throws the phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;runs&lt;/span&gt; out the door into the back yard. I was getting ready for work so I grabbed some flip-flops and took off after him. I got the back door and saw Ashley's horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thumper&lt;/span&gt; walking around with no Ashley on his back. I said to myself oh crap this can't be good. I ran after Guy going through all the gates to get to her, she was laying flat on her back, with her left arm at kind of a weird angle. So we get back to her and Guy says "she broke her arm, I'm going to go and get the car and pull it back here, she can't get up and walk". I walk back to be by her and I lay down next to her in the field (in the dried up horse poop and everything, I must love this girl). Guy goes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; his car and drives it back to where we are we get Ashely up and into the car and off Guy and Ashley go to the ER at Davis Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the hospital, Ashley starts to complain about her neck hurting really bad, and it was getting to be difficult for her to breath. Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; her to the hospital and they X-ray her arm and yep it's broken, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt; has a compound fracture. Then they do a chest X-ray and tell us that she also has a broken rib, contusions on her lung, and her one lung was partially collapsed and they were going to move her to a different hospital where they could watch her more carefully. So she gets to ride in an ambulance to Ogden Regional Medical Center which is a level 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trauma&lt;/span&gt; center. They finally get her into a room about 945 on Saturday night. Guy spent the night with her that night and said that she was really uncomfortable, and still in quite a bit of pain. On Sunday the discussion came up as to whether is would be better for Ashley to have a gravity cast on her arm, or to have surgery and put a plate in her arm. The cast would be on her arm for at least 8 weeks, and then it would be another 2-4 months after that before her arm would be back to normal. The surgery would be about an hour and while it would hurt more at first around the surgery site she will heal faster, and be able to use her arm again sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and Melissa (Ashley's mom) talk and decide that the surgery will be the best for her as she is too active to be immobile for more than 2 months. So Ashley had the surgery on Sunday afternoon. That night her mom spent the night at the hospital with her. Monday morning Guy and I went back up to the hospital and our Ashley was back, she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doped&lt;/span&gt; up on pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, but she was smiling and laughing with us. During her stay she had several chest X-ray's to check on her lungs. But Monday morning her lungs had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stabilized&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; said that if everything was good she would get to go home the next morning. Well everything went well and Ashley is now home, safe and sound. She is still in some pain from the surgery, but she is glad to be home. She will be out of school for the rest of the week, but we did go to the school and get her homework for her so she can be working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did find out what had happened, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thumper&lt;/span&gt; was getting tired and Ashely was trying to turn him to go back in the barn, the shortest distance was to turn him left and head back, however, the bit that she was using he doesn't like to turn left with, so he got mad and reared up, when he did that Ashley tightened her grip on the reign's and her momentum combined with his pulled them over backwards. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thumper&lt;/span&gt; landed on top of Ashley and then rolled off her. Ashley caught her breath, the reached in her pocket and called home on her cell phone. That is the reader's digest condensed version of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-4309002386009118540?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/4309002386009118540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=4309002386009118540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4309002386009118540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/4309002386009118540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-horse-weekend.html' title='Crazy Horse Weekend'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195771208603180042.post-2441571381680541526</id><published>2008-04-07T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:56:55.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend like many other conference weekends was spent at Grandma and Grandpa's house. The boys had such a fun time on Saturday during the baby shower playing with all their cousins. I heard a rumor that Caden was playing tea party with Jessica and James and having a grand old time. Zach really enjoyed chasing Berkley around the basement and squealing and cute likely Berkley Jo squealing right back. We had such a great time getting to see everyone. Looking forward to getting together again. Hopefully before the reunion in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1195771208603180042-2441571381680541526?l=gandmadair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/feeds/2441571381680541526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1195771208603180042&amp;postID=2441571381680541526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2441571381680541526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1195771208603180042/posts/default/2441571381680541526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandmadair.blogspot.com/2008/04/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Melita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09120956288449354849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-wgvLW5f4k/SfZJD8d3xVI/AAAAAAAAALA/CgUSRGgxE0s/S220/Guy+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
