tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419256755977966972024-03-05T09:48:15.934-08:00twenty-somethingB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-89004600343541800822011-06-02T22:22:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:31:27.082-07:00bye bye bhs<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlBuffVt8gL4AI-hCXnVwFKG85ZVB87F1HAJItP-HWeWu8HSz82XZddpKy7Jrcztzm4qKHQ6nfE7XOrwS_RPnfLIf4PDYiq1jahDJyRd5dmErvqhCyAuKqZGbKzoWdnAkJ5DFBhevz1I/s1600/mom+and+boys.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlBuffVt8gL4AI-hCXnVwFKG85ZVB87F1HAJItP-HWeWu8HSz82XZddpKy7Jrcztzm4qKHQ6nfE7XOrwS_RPnfLIf4PDYiq1jahDJyRd5dmErvqhCyAuKqZGbKzoWdnAkJ5DFBhevz1I/s400/mom+and+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613860177253898738" /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzitfzXwnYX-kJLepu7f5R5Z9WI9LBk7PoQwpXvpDJo0QnDIBLnFvkYP9NlGHkX46QrYZHm_HqCKHSIhnTkZsOE0a7jDGKC9QF95TTJk-jOEK_2JICrR3jz0m3Kjnj_oTyuB6W6uRT8y4/s400/cw+jrc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613860776251887474" />Happy graduation to my brother and cousin! This was the last graduation for the Webbers at Brentwood High School. and goodness gracious has that school brought us each some incredible, unique, and unforgettable memories. thanks for handling our crew bwood high. god bless go bruins.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1kLukiv9S_e60bdCODE5sosh6-N-RwPq3IPAfzRmbRY6e_aD-NfxwjZMOoR4XRj1qlSMrCYCJ-x3Lrh545MgtOKh8cEbHnB8ShguVHYi-n7fiv-MVJ8ypqon66LIFhHgEq_G7YY3J1E/s400/clay+grad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613860951639509730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE4XAPs9Kb5UZqcAEGar685ez4n4srhdZpixb62aqaU1rG8HWbmvpr9eK7HfKL6gjSydyEM1IBHdXCVrLIKIbBS5xqjsk1jvGZ8GGi37ilYNg52RVI3kawa8oQLgGsrg5zHTH27NYVCY/s400/brooke+and+jrc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613861050049346018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">i am sure a proud sister.. love you both:)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-82843758383352158112011-06-02T21:42:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:32:25.737-07:00holla BMOTY (aka best month of the year)it is JUNE. and i love JUNE. but lets be honest for a second lovers.. JUNE is the best month. why you might ask? actually no you probably aren't even asking you are all probably just agreeing (yes all 500,685 of you daily readers of my blog). It doesn't need any defending its just kind of a well known fact that people like JUNE. am i right? before you respond.. let me give you a few of my personal reasons for adulating this gorgeous month. <div><br /></div><div>a. june=summer. may is kinda borderline but once you hit june u know its all about the swim suits and the barbcues and the sunglasses and the summer flings and the late night star gazing and the sonic runs and sunburns and short shorts and dance parties and windows down and porsche drives and (every thirteen yrs) the cicadas (which by the way don't even ruin my month at all.. i kinda love the sweet chirping of the million cicadas.. i feel like it compares in smoothness to the constant crash of cali waves..reaching i know but come on its only every thirteen years we gotta find a way to love it) and well when its summer life is good.. people are happy so june=summer=happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>b. june=great birthday month. okay maybe im a little bit partial. i do share a birthday on the ides of this great month. but seriously lets talk about this.. ever heard of Heidi Klum, Ice Cube, Anne Frank, Sasha Obama, Michael J Fox, Kayne West, Prince, Marilyn Monroe....yep all june birthdays. thasswassup yall. </div><div><br /></div><div>c. june=flag day. yes maybe a forgotten holiday, but a holiday none the less. and a great one to surprise the family with....nothing better than an unexpected holiday being celebrated. GO FLAG DAY. </div><div><br /></div><div>d. june=vacations. for you.. not for me this year.. but for you probably it means vacations. and i begrudge you all for it (ah to be a student again).</div><div><br /></div><div>e. june=half way thru the year. what a great time to assess whats gone on the past 6 months and to anticipate whats next in the year. </div><div><br /></div><div>well there you have it summer lovers. case closed..its a great month. may it linger.</div><div><br /></div><div>love.</div><div>b</div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-49466523638690099862011-05-23T17:25:00.000-07:002011-05-23T17:35:01.523-07:00oh byuwish i had a dime for everytime i had this conversation.<div><br /></div><div>new guy: so are you done with school? where did you go?</div><div><br /></div><div>me: ya, I went to BYU</div><div><br /></div><div>new guy: what? four years at BYU and you aren't married????</div><div><br /></div><div>me: yep. I must be crazy huh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>hahah gotta love it.</div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-90234726923560302072011-05-16T20:35:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:04:33.753-07:00happy monday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbjhDPbmHMkJZWdYsHYHP0FclWI6taIXNlKTaRtnmaJB6-OGWKudTXkeOVdk5dFyG7wJEfnb_ij6Q2L35OxpgDXl-uy9EU0POB6CPv4tjeSaCaLOwEVwu08DAcnsnDtGKJdkItq-BBRU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbjhDPbmHMkJZWdYsHYHP0FclWI6taIXNlKTaRtnmaJB6-OGWKudTXkeOVdk5dFyG7wJEfnb_ij6Q2L35OxpgDXl-uy9EU0POB6CPv4tjeSaCaLOwEVwu08DAcnsnDtGKJdkItq-BBRU/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607537779669188274" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsccEgNv0MnPD_DrIbqZf2SsyIfBt1csfrnEDVYCh0-EcxTXxpL-jKuYe5ZCWn7-_ePVd1zXg05n7-Gzv48lPcO0l1ZkT2n_EtfwI90NUrSssyGI6Cqlf6swK6bYqfc4NWK_CvpWVSjuU/s1600/IMG_1123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsccEgNv0MnPD_DrIbqZf2SsyIfBt1csfrnEDVYCh0-EcxTXxpL-jKuYe5ZCWn7-_ePVd1zXg05n7-Gzv48lPcO0l1ZkT2n_EtfwI90NUrSssyGI6Cqlf6swK6bYqfc4NWK_CvpWVSjuU/s400/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607536329464586978" /></a><div style="">months ago i racked my brain for a fresh, new, different and slightly challenging new years resolution. my notional response to this seeking landed me on the brilliant idea to write each day something that i was grateful for. yearning to actually check a mark on this new years resolution at the closing of 2011 (and knowing my irregular sleep pattern when a party or boy or phone call pops up) i settled to commit to 300 days of "i am grateful fors" out of the 365 in the year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>i am getting close to day 150 now. can i tell you that it is truly incredible how many wonders there are to be grateful for when you become cognitively aware of them. half way into my goal and i have not yet had a repeat. i have not even had a night where my mind is hesitant to find anything to fill that empty page. sure there have been bad days..days where i want to be mad or sad or just plain give up...but when i take a moment to just <i>think</i> or <i>remember</i> or <i>open</i> my mind up a little bit more with pen in hand, i have found that even in the worst of moods we can find reason to feel blessed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>so there you have it. i can't believe its</div><div>may already. but i am grateful to say that it has been an incredible year. partly because of the circumstances that have occurred in my life lately, but also because i have been able to be more aware this year of what I have been blessed with. so lovers and friends.. tonight i am grateful for power of writing. and its way of bringing us to a remembrance.</div><div><br /></div><div>peace to my neice in greece. love you all.</div><div><br /></div><div>b.</div><div><br /></div><div>(an actually entry in my journal "i am grateful for naps...." and these boys do it well!)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-3SdTZ5BrN51hav8vRJkoDMbXRP-oB2d06mn9Etj7thn3IlgCIPMUxFGe3daY2e5VKhY8K4QIA9KyXQ35dyWauHeI4yElkzqFlWpKFsqnuPtTJD1wP7OCWlYyGSGc-0_dQmCoxdKCqw/s400/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607536535712586930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>(also grateful for this girl.. who couldn't love her??)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindBAdbu5ZGgQL-bTs1nvlITluakUubZF-4YErWeGALVWXLXE9ymAb3EXWvBdmNBJKpN-oB_IUckgrmwugpLvW6aeBpzbpP8OCwwJLV23swGdJUoG4yHxHf0zlh-yukJ7U0ykl7cCmi1E/s400/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607535930637261810" /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKa_kdAiE2GYyhgHH3D5LR3vVaSWXpDDv8GQiACmH8azDkvyS5OgisbxiCQAt1w9lDJrxhPygepruQmKhMhe9POS7MgNtp2lEnnXsJX-mCEvBA1qIKo295x-FwYELqlGWGNCN5OTACTeg/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKa_kdAiE2GYyhgHH3D5LR3vVaSWXpDDv8GQiACmH8azDkvyS5OgisbxiCQAt1w9lDJrxhPygepruQmKhMhe9POS7MgNtp2lEnnXsJX-mCEvBA1qIKo295x-FwYELqlGWGNCN5OTACTeg/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607536857807708834" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a>(grateful clay has a cute chin-not a real journal entry)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-3SdTZ5BrN51hav8vRJkoDMbXRP-oB2d06mn9Etj7thn3IlgCIPMUxFGe3daY2e5VKhY8K4QIA9KyXQ35dyWauHeI4yElkzqFlWpKFsqnuPtTJD1wP7OCWlYyGSGc-0_dQmCoxdKCqw/s1600/IMG_1167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>(grateful for these girls too.. they got me thru 13.1 miles..must be true friends:)</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWoeeY8WeUAPW0Jbk4hZmcBsKXufHEr7kqrje2ZUdU8KuZsQgwLLctYG-Er_9rWm8QmcuRhl9UC_wemzBgCCwEUpXjHsUHtXcvJPhYUi3xkbXKdB0TCf6TnHUJXorOatzI9TKx3OxZ94/s400/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607535533234969602" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-25045822067107077072011-04-06T16:54:00.001-07:002011-04-06T17:08:19.872-07:00just sayin..so the wonderful part about being a single working girl at my age is that within only a few months span you can run off (always on a whim) to the hills of NC, the mountains of Utah, the streets of NYC, nashville shopping trip with bff's from idaho, back to Utah if necessary (although hindsight proves reruns might be considered a waste), the beaches in florida, the mall of america in Minneapolis, a braves game in Atlanta, back to minneapolis and oh yah insert a few dance clubs and music shows in nashvegas. so please... friends. brothers. mothers. fathers. sisters. cousins. aunts. uncles. boys that live at my house that are not related to me. ward members. random men that pop in and out of my life. bulldogs. teachers. trainers. macy and spike kissong. and all others that pass thru my day and may be subject to a moment of the brooke whine.. remind me of my wonderful amazing life that will only be experienced at this time in my life.. and then give me a big kick in the pants. and we can go back to talking about the weather or something. loves to all.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-21775920541418258272011-03-30T21:32:00.000-07:002011-03-30T22:08:11.784-07:00love this song.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOiUJnD5yX73bHBfPtWfQvRhfQjiVEHkDBukRKIozmC_cPVVClUHOZTODio28gWxtmDu1LDsXf7jG4xKN6TtvA2G-9V_cWhPq3RYl9DVUM-_nUKk5ZbAya5I18QN9lUA8iru64Y4zgkc/s1600/so+cute.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOiUJnD5yX73bHBfPtWfQvRhfQjiVEHkDBukRKIozmC_cPVVClUHOZTODio28gWxtmDu1LDsXf7jG4xKN6TtvA2G-9V_cWhPq3RYl9DVUM-_nUKk5ZbAya5I18QN9lUA8iru64Y4zgkc/s400/so+cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590104086106119410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">comeon comeon. you have got to move on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this is not the you i know. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this isn't real. its just all you can feel.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">its the way that feelings go. </div><div style="text-align: center;">so whether or not its right or wrong </div><div style="text-align: center;">you'll do what you will do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">when the cloud in the skies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">starts to pour and your life</div><div style="text-align: center;">is just a storm you're braving. </div><div style="text-align: center;">well don't tell youself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you can't lean on someone else. </div><div style="text-align: center;">cause we all need saving sometimes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">say what you will.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the time that we fill.</div><div style="text-align: center;">while we are on this earth. </div><div style="text-align: center;">should not be alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we are meant to be known. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you make me what i'm worth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i cant keep you from yourself</div><div style="text-align: center;">you'll do what you will do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">when the cloud in the skies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">starts to pour and your life </div><div style="text-align: center;">is just a storm you're braving. </div><div style="text-align: center;">well don't tell youself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you can't lean on someone else. </div><div style="text-align: center;">cause we all need saving sometimes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i dont know why it has to be this way </div><div style="text-align: center;">and i dont know the cure. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but please believe that someone else has felt this way before. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">when the cloud in the skies. </div><div style="text-align: center;">starts to pour and your life </div><div style="text-align: center;">is just a storm you're braving. </div><div style="text-align: center;">well don't tell youself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you can't lean on someone else. </div><div style="text-align: center;">cause we all need saving sometimes.</div></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-75236517608797662112011-03-29T18:40:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:42:10.988-07:00just wonderin?how many times does it take. to get it right.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-6975240010897024692011-03-17T20:20:00.000-07:002011-03-17T20:25:19.850-07:00sometimes i need a good reminder. actually not sometimes...most times..therefore my son (or daughter:), see that ye are merciful unto your brethren, deal justly, judge righteously and do good continually. and if you do all these things then ya shall recieve your reward. yea ye shall have mercy restored unto you again. ye shall have justice restored unto you again. ye shall have a righteous judgement restored unto you again. and ye shall have good rewarded unto you again.<div><br /></div><div>alma 41:14</div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-78172140417501814202011-03-11T20:57:00.000-08:002011-03-11T21:05:13.042-08:00i found a new love.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>just finished decorating my room. and loved every second of it.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmxu2CF3GjAfAhH9tPCQdNaGqf4Zj262fOmxX8fAuuTCgHROMp5qXVqRJX0ONQ8wD5ErHA0uSd0J9Jka6KiEL6odNBFCWS_Zpfzhb3oVRcm9smQYDC7FIbgd_NiaJYp3zHgB1JrMSmdc/s1600/room5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmxu2CF3GjAfAhH9tPCQdNaGqf4Zj262fOmxX8fAuuTCgHROMp5qXVqRJX0ONQ8wD5ErHA0uSd0J9Jka6KiEL6odNBFCWS_Zpfzhb3oVRcm9smQYDC7FIbgd_NiaJYp3zHgB1JrMSmdc/s400/room5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583054339525393730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQUprc2xoYybuvDilF9DcOoMmPTUeHXm_nVmgAtII3NHb-oXh_F_haFV2uWOrf5xitAa_cEk-bVuf6pWYOG0EvjLYsuTW4XOSgq0Ymam7HkywZ_fT2xCUHUKZG1v6vyVzrr0zoYxCYs4/s1600/room6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQUprc2xoYybuvDilF9DcOoMmPTUeHXm_nVmgAtII3NHb-oXh_F_haFV2uWOrf5xitAa_cEk-bVuf6pWYOG0EvjLYsuTW4XOSgq0Ymam7HkywZ_fT2xCUHUKZG1v6vyVzrr0zoYxCYs4/s400/room6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583054212641132706" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdmAQhRfVJHma6bWQIn4PrK-LGy0IhWzB_qCz3nHFE9ZEt7OlA0pt33tL8PqvcHK7-eY5Pue3YKWeFFO32bfBTIcH7GrOordFt9QeF_CC9w71ueDg9xPVfQNdV7cWo05Frmhi_3k6r6M/s400/room4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583054420937333010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-23972625011194254602011-03-03T20:35:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:46:39.015-08:00tonights top ten.<div style="text-align: center;">Friends, romans, and countrymen here we go... top ten reasons why i am grateful for today....</div><div><br /></div><div>10. i woke up to a room i had forgotten i had just decorated. and even though i wanted to crawl back in bed and admire the beautiful new lamps and grey painted walls... i actually got off my rear and did work.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. this was my view on the way to work. still amazed at the beauty in the back woods of tn.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEv8Khs4qXGHdIC0mdPBswD0CX2NjcOeYwQR1_K95GtC49G8F28SSadKHacGv9StAEiEoj1MIVagsg4BCYQWajRfpwQonsgkHae4_k_EineDc8NnPSVaCGsuXDU8jTfUSuSVMxyktPSpc/s400/blue+sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580083551572450642" /><div><br /></div><div>8. i got a text i liked. oh how the little things matter. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. a nap snuck its way into my day. might have been only ten minutes. but this girl will take it how she can get it.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. the women in our ward put together an incredible activity. from the table cloths to the flowers to the food to the company to the lessons to the spirit.. it was all there, all beautiful, and all amazing. so so grateful for their thought and hard work that was put into that activity.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. my life changed drastically with one incredible purchase...guesses anyone?????</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTtmmvOcWLPJ5GoXMpJDn3PivN12RfHymorZ0OFpK3KuNVfmon20__eN73JwgiVaeHqAWYBTsKKUdruAJnfEjEJVHiMTXLO83PjVgreKq7a39baP7uB17i600vb-9fTTythwKG-iR52w/s400/iphone-4-review_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580087281649993634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px; " /></div><div>yes mam. i am now back in the iphone world. and it is a wonderful luxury to now actually see letters when i am texting or emailing. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. my donkus got whooped at work. so im hoping my donkus is in better shape now.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. while walking into the dollar general in tullahoma, tn i graced the presence of an older lady who was singing at the top of her lungs "how far is heaven.. when can i gooooooo oo oooo. to see my dadddy!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>2. fiery and obedient. realized my love for the combination of those two words.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. and finally the most important reason why I am grateful for today. 24 years ago my beautiful, kind, amazing, intelligent (went to #1 accounting program in the nation) and sweet twin was born. and 6 years ago i got to meet my twin and have felt so grateful ever since. we've endured many heartbreaks, breakdowns, disappointments, frustrations all together. but have experienced even more joys, laughter, hopes, and dreams together. i have never laughed harder. i have never learned more. i have never traveled so much. i have never sung harder. i have never been more hyper.. than with my jewels! happy birthday JUJU! the birthday will begin this weekend when you get back to where you belong.. NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE:)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-UFL_75fPFV-dZfxyfY5RZTHZ_qyYj0TdW0KDS7IN9cZtIJNA0hHAr4cD075829YWJEdUNrDRgHAFoMuJMSiv02EVH4TbTQWbJrhmSBv-WEmzGLL0bQX_vDe-gAIytJODCza13E7fHI/s400/DSC05727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580094636347947522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZgQSjWv0ULSMAn_UIqVo4UkN_WaPn9LlwFTCMwlzawxCfLZAiKyyBWGLtMIcjhsohQaWCWMX44ya1jcPe1YHIseDHqkEJ-mrZXzjAcOVAmxxkVE3oByylKCfznkfEXjbnfkV7DJHong/s400/DSC06414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580094341980406546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrflVTwvZAA8V4t3tmBId8wuYoRf5eF3MX77cLooV1ql6wgfcv8eWtkgVuiVyTEyxnPY9-yW_EHCHrKv03__shzHTpmYxRB8KyxDO6WxN6Xe63IxIQzxarhGJEZoj4Rt1YjeRhvSgZmk/s1600/DSC07199.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrflVTwvZAA8V4t3tmBId8wuYoRf5eF3MX77cLooV1ql6wgfcv8eWtkgVuiVyTEyxnPY9-yW_EHCHrKv03__shzHTpmYxRB8KyxDO6WxN6Xe63IxIQzxarhGJEZoj4Rt1YjeRhvSgZmk/s400/DSC07199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580095142907701266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a>so yes. today was a good day. so much to be grateful for:)</span></span></div><div> </div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-79452782479970838562011-03-01T20:32:00.001-08:002011-03-01T22:28:39.279-08:00im back.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>ladies and gentleman. after much nagging or rather lovingly persistent grief from a dear friend of mine *who will not be named tho her name might oddly enough rhyme with macie kissong* i am back to the blogging world. and ready to talk about the wonderful adventures that have swept through the beginning months of this incredible year.. <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>2011 began with a story never to be forgotten. and it seems as tho the year continues with memories that mimic those first strokes of midnight... dont know the midnight story? i'll give you a few hints. it might have involved this guy.....</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyGAq34ctirepyDFXSjYUoEbD0vnzV1trtNJYb8TIZHFNWXVzCXbJcTqW2mI20b5cjQ_eJNWSM223PXciL7SpqwsIN72TyQbkHEC3Vf64cPxkKqDFvaLZCTzajWQ6nRL_yXfMv51gC5U/s400/invisible+man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579358119078268466" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>and well yes these as well...</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7m-kj0Uhwsi1VCVeLx5wAxJT9mop0jrG3igsU9nXKsoE3tGbMd5HIQq-fjaSH9l1Xmwi31FkGwpoIjLBIPiXrv34PA_9nm9vTGQ5AvKdvjLXs9Z-BSVmBDWt8-gLi1nc9KkjWv6x7Yt4/s400/lips2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579360428707800290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and in case you were wondering. i was the victim in the midnight crime. never saw it coming. dont know his name. kind of trying to forget it. lets move on....</div></div><div><br /></div><div>now normally january is a bleak and bland and never-ending month.. correct? turns out jan 2011 wasn't gonna settle for bleak this year. it began with a ski trip in the beautiful rolling hills (emphasis on hills) of north carolina. tho i nearly sacrificed my life getting to the top of the nc hill it was all worth it. mostly because there was a hot tub and i got to witness my hair frozen in a who-ville like do.. but the skiing, ping pong, late night chats/raps, old school flings, and dance parties were a major bonus as well. ah nothing better than a cabin trip with hilarious people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>but the months adventures didn't end there. the weeks following brought a chance to be a wedding planner, a birthDAY celebration for my beautiful and best hair cousin Jacqueline (which involved a makeover-getting hit on by old men and gay men-and being stranded downtown only to be saved by the uncle/father of the year david critchlow), and the beginning of the best nights of the weeks. MONDAYS. and not just because i love my job so much..but because televisions finest show comes on that night (the bachelor of course) and it is the perfect excuse to be with my amazing friends, eat ridiculously unhealthy food, criticize how others date, and complain about the love or lack thereof in our own lives. ah how i crave mondays now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>as january ended i made a visit to see my dear old friend, Utah. and boy is this friend loyal. i would love to disclose all the juicy details. but i will spare you from reading a novel and instead just say that it was good. surprisingly good. and maybe i will go back. ok ya i already got a plane ticket im going back. details to come lovers.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbW1XbJNolurpDp-KmHV65mHZ9d_rzqPm5kPVTS1T0wRB8DX14XfA6xhvuGsYp4iHd2VJLM7av48Rvdq3WIxugQTiXm4bQnQUJYiS0y9uUyE09V3wqOxzMG_owajlwOsz1Qy-Id_WxvUE/s400/utah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579358890604474914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>and finally the glorious months of jan and feb ended with an unforgettable trip to the land where all my dreams come true. new york city baby. let me paint you a picture. ceo brother from dc takes a bus to the big apple. gorgeous blonde boards a train in Connecticut and ends up in times square. high school senior throws the school books out and books a last minute trip to the city. mr wild wild west hops on a plane to a place hes never been before. and well i just happened to be so lucky as to meet all those beautiful characters there. chinatown, little italy, momma mia, times square, wall street, magnolia bakery, had never seen so much action in a space of just over 24 hours.</div><div><br /></div><div>so i guess i can say 2011 has treated me well. i am one lucky and happy girl. i cannot wait to see what adventures will surprise me in march:) lessss go!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMzfaFTEFCUGCJTu8KFIsepPc1Aw14wPvM7PvHCUEz0Ggc4tesPXz2kQ3RorVJHIzZPWJfRcsxkrvYhOFkCzw0TlS6halN55UvfGMwMfSiqmbxOnUr1L4reakdDP_Mm0vxNAh1zKXqdA/s320/DSC09342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579352141430103282" /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_jGXWH0xfXFlKs-crR6AN-pUxTE8paoZieMOJaFTrwEHH3hAb8WpjvSR1xiTZzJ-t5vJZAEGP9UEldFNCkiZOJBjVuxCe9-MiAhF_GGIoxeeMpYpu0m_Gb5DyMFdUWB7dr7WViMk2mg/s400/DSC09344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579350080203020770" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsniT3eR1Jx6O3rSJo61-ZnTGvgnVNJjA_DGQLxp5LP6P9OGKwDqmbA0ZZeqp0nZA4IM2UpKiaShLDmbQmcIfkCGleqHsnBPN1QYVDq7xw1aoQt4i7khVkGVs5_Ujhi4FanRUAjk8BjX4/s320/DSC09350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579350645420769986" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucO5id4e0DpCPV-f823e7d9hmb7nXQ0VAp9rS_mCF2DbXvuxVQ-VlcUQLWvfJdZR4btE_TXIM6OT045UPCy6JwPRIitzQamTN4Kt4TtigimWqQsSA10O3L8dpLzf5H76AhGJGRp_Nbc8/s320/DSC09333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579352495623643586" /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-56129284378550662642010-11-26T15:49:00.001-08:002011-03-01T20:31:14.614-08:00im thankful for that.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">tg 2010 you've been good to me. there's nothing better than having the house full of family, the countertops filled with yummy homemade dishes and to make it even better... the sound of my older bro playing the guitar in the living room..oh and did i mention i have a sister to shop with this year too? ahhh its a good holiday. ive got a lot to be thankful for. so instead of listing it all im just gonna say im thankful for that. its been a good year. happy holidays my loves.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-B</span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-66619840352004548042010-11-15T20:02:00.000-08:002010-11-15T20:21:11.570-08:00orange and blue look good on you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZFtd9BhcjvRf7xbbg0km8jD1yAFj_3wr3uVX_c4t3hB35UBCXMFp7P0H9AogmZQN_mxL71aZcFLC4kiEDwHBZnqCm3rJ9hKgwNQ3bq7bZ6GAI9EaGzakmXOKbRQrBcOjCLMxMoOnrZY/s1600/DSC09040.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZFtd9BhcjvRf7xbbg0km8jD1yAFj_3wr3uVX_c4t3hB35UBCXMFp7P0H9AogmZQN_mxL71aZcFLC4kiEDwHBZnqCm3rJ9hKgwNQ3bq7bZ6GAI9EaGzakmXOKbRQrBcOjCLMxMoOnrZY/s400/DSC09040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539994017002457746" /></a>Lets just talk about how much i love these two people in the pic with me. lets just talk about how no matter where i go i have the time of my life when im with my twin. and lets just talk about how everytime i make my way to boise it either ends or begins in tears. <div><br /></div><div>so lets just mention some highlights of the nov 2010 boise trip. dress up. new changes. slumber parties. tjmaxx. dressing for 20 degree weather when it was actually 75 degrees. cheering on my favorite broncos. cafe rio. walking thru the boise market. pretending i was a wilson. target and christmas shopping before thanksgiving. candy like old times. dancing in the car. pictures. wishing we were in kelli's shoes. and tears to lady gaga's poker face. No matter how bad a day or a week or a month can get... it can always be cured with a trip to see my bestie. So dear Tennessee Titans.. for the sake of me and my twin jewels.. please draft kellen moore. he'd beat vince any day. and lets be honest its about time two best friends get to live in the same state again. mwah.</div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-63452492738324683472010-11-04T20:18:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:16:36.050-07:00hallofreakinween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97HvgaUoULjfbGBaYXICAiUf3s5N2JWN6wOXyUANW7TiUj0Y2WlbGSKQ9hTSpfLCkGcZYc_OEDodYhqJgz-4-eYpi_H1UruihOoACeC7Bls2e0FvgnTNYrBq5L4yJFwVxA3319ICV7e4/s1600/DSCN0585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97HvgaUoULjfbGBaYXICAiUf3s5N2JWN6wOXyUANW7TiUj0Y2WlbGSKQ9hTSpfLCkGcZYc_OEDodYhqJgz-4-eYpi_H1UruihOoACeC7Bls2e0FvgnTNYrBq5L4yJFwVxA3319ICV7e4/s400/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535913446599584434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7RChzwKshFyOqjGeIgA7l7-DH0t_0Z-d9-XX9Zhv6qgUd8wl7pTFUOozsX51Zp0Pyg_Xgm8lkeLfSrMsvB4mn9Okv_o-X_w4tNdbk-mP9hV7tRjITmfZLzG7hCBbBJe6txVC9-jkVXo/s1600/DSCN0585.JPG"><br /></a></div>spotted. best day of the year. wait a second.. back it up.. best month of the year. as october comes to a close lets take a minute to reminisce on the highlights and lowlights of this classic and historical hallofreakinween.<br /><div><br /></div><div>h-lights</div><div><br /></div><div>10.trunk or treat. saw a girl dressed in a cupcake outfit. way to begin the month. totally sold.</div><div><br /></div><div>9.first holiday my cute little condo has seen. no longer do my neighbors think im the freaky cat lady (i dont even have cats im just a loser) im now the halloween girl. u best be believin i had myself a doorstep scene with a homemade wreath scary witches and light up pumpkins. so maybe it is nov 3 and they are still out there. don't judge just love.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrU4vBF6vYI8L_yVO9jMxOHg-vrTNlFROCNCUVBzsdxwaylzYAPeQKzQnJkg9kWnVuOw5jqYMiAepq4d8140n7sw3sFy1utYqLhlplAgb6VZD1G-zBHo58yGVdhIkcAYAxk1qKljN_zuk/s320/DSCN0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535902008652478418" /><div>8.had men chasing me with chainsaws at a haunted house. can life get better? oh yes it can...when you along with ur cuz get hit on by ghosts in that same haunted house. and hang out with them later and marry them. all true minus the post haunted house rendezvous and marriage.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>7.saw a scary movie that still has me up at night. lets just say my toes are always under the covers. its fine tho me and my demon are tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>6.got to see some sick brentwood football games and both brothers and my sis in law this month. it was great, i now have page long christmas lists from them all. ud think i was a millionaire. little do they know i dont have a job im just thousands of dollars in debt. jk.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4iM1gtxuSYb7H33XowmbeEI71dods1HGRzrNHcshHiwIO777eRFO-w8uv-2Tyeon6VBOe7tAYud9Ut7nN4sGZcPZW0pHXfFHHRqW5Jqi2xAIWrGJe0dVKtsqscDjFxpp0dP58_URIgc/s320/DSCN0516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535905539532045954" /><div>5.got a spontaneous arrival visit from my gfizzleville friends. whats better than getting a five day visit when your expecting a three day stay. loved every second. dets to be made in the next few highlights.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>4.dressed up as ms clause and walked around all night saying "naughty is the new good". during what other month could i get away with that? oh and danced with a chicken and mad scientist and 10 foot tall man and popeye. love my life.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicAWWcukS4F_Qt83j-bSUQBk92A5sTTS13n3tDA8WeGcq72ZmqyzBAZ5ZFFDZwOuVBbFr5wxZ9aJhTzjeL1Iflf_4l13u3F4ZX7vrKQsi3OxgdAdKmSBQn3fvahSshKs_oUMw9MCar4U/s320/DSCN0581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535908239805627522" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3.prepared rat meat, witch fingers, ghost mashed potatoes, and kitty liter dessert for sunday</div><div> dinner. my men dressed in costume #3, and i got to wear a skeleton apron. u didn't believe me.. but seriously this is the best month.</div><div><br /></div><div>2.watched men run around in a suit that is yet-to-be-determined-what-it-is and a gorilla outfit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlMchaOf3yXfYBnuglJmBJu1WuknRmx0xyTvPJjsQtSaUdjbGe6l4ankaVbjAh1Q8L9esk6_WSqQKMFwXbL8YTcmBbx4olVW_jdoG_J9ZR8LS_H_xuNz9Frnv_7FAu4K97GwoEmgDlx8/s400/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535914199494165762" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8sdgu8M8kCEjnui4gDfqqJ6hxTZP7kWXQJu8-vbKjOz_v5SSWlnL3-gmAOCTrxfOmSaDr_tCBIvo-HSMBH_v8VuETtd372W1KWR_2McPWGHkHk5U2dusmOIPzPD13LwsWVrvS2IGJqk/s320/DSCN0620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535907469712467298" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1.and finally, i spent the whole weekend dancing instead of sleeping. who needs shut-eye when there's good music goin on somewhere. I love this month. hallofreakinween you never fail me.</div><div><br /></div><div>lowlights.</div><div>1. its over. 11 months till the party begins again.</div><div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-39812013004308767752010-10-10T19:01:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:17:04.909-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">When </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">try</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> your best but you </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">dont</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> succeed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">when you get w</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">hat you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">want</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> but not what you </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">need.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">when you feel </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">so tired</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> but you can't sleep. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">stuck in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">rever</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">se</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">when the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">tears come</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">streaming</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> down your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">face. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">when you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">lose</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> some</span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">thing</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">you can't </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">replace</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">when y</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">ou </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">love</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">someone</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> but it goes to waste. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">could it be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">worse</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">ights</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> will guide you </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">home</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and ignite your bones.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and i will </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">try</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">to </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">fix </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-52783340563203149662010-09-23T20:12:00.000-07:002010-09-23T20:25:18.104-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">window to the sky. telescope to the eye. like a stamp to a letter. i wanna know you better. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> i wanna go together with you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">*jillian edwards*</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10OV3IIze9Hbh8TSpBTjENR4Rx4OVltiWkNCsENhYiOKpr_dnPaouZuTVW1ch-w-eWYnqSo_JRpUIJRrsFNLk1Nswv8RMLLDY6YEVq923ipE1tATDnsLAxc4-N6mhlijdaqhF0d4RmLI/s1600/gotogether.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10OV3IIze9Hbh8TSpBTjENR4Rx4OVltiWkNCsENhYiOKpr_dnPaouZuTVW1ch-w-eWYnqSo_JRpUIJRrsFNLk1Nswv8RMLLDY6YEVq923ipE1tATDnsLAxc4-N6mhlijdaqhF0d4RmLI/s320/gotogether.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520312702295357330" /></a>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-78070455730693106092010-09-13T18:34:00.000-07:002010-09-13T18:47:42.801-07:00im obsessed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrtFp16nWaw4oWvtbWY0QFWkyxodHPTtaS7U0PDkgsaBiLcv10IKxu8Sd8vk7ywDGyj9QMy-056tVpsDXXBXvSjMEZlJczjIJClTQqIQXDHwNJf7aTtomU3mbgnq2RUFOLosQ6oM3mBc/s1600/halloween.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrtFp16nWaw4oWvtbWY0QFWkyxodHPTtaS7U0PDkgsaBiLcv10IKxu8Sd8vk7ywDGyj9QMy-056tVpsDXXBXvSjMEZlJczjIJClTQqIQXDHwNJf7aTtomU3mbgnq2RUFOLosQ6oM3mBc/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516579102663274946" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">so maybe halloween is a month and a half away. and maybe i have no reasons and no parties, but yes i do have my place sparkling with orange, black and purple-ps love that purple is the new halloween color-already.. me in michaels and the fabric store is equal to a fat kid in the candy shop. and now I have a black scary cat adorning my mantle, a bloody skeleton resting on my table, a handmade gothic black wreath, and yes a black polka-dot-with-orange-trim table runner is in the works. I can't help it. call me crazy. but im straight up obsessed with this holiday. trick or treat.</span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-2893417204779072942010-09-11T22:08:00.000-07:002010-09-11T22:10:19.990-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">“It is in the <i>home </i>that we form our </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">attitudes</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">, our </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">deeply</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "> held beliefs. It is in the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">home</span></b> that hope is <i>fostered</i> or<b> destroyed</b>. Our homes are to be more than <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sanctuaries</span></b>; they should also be places where </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">God’s Spirit can dwell</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">, where the storm </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">stops</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "> at the door, where love <i><b>reigns</b></i> and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">peace </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">dwells.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"><b>president hinckley</b>.</span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-15705370082687897352010-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:002010-09-16T18:05:14.422-07:00goodbye and hello.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzF7I6okv-UGeFmX7r3j-zjJ3mIbl0UsLtfzSV-zFJk3VUl69jsVOoQY1qzCvlUxassY1817TE4f_Bn94clHtAktP4UdOvCSHL5gh7A4zwerYZaBtiWu96bnqTWkCrueiiyfqCNft3O18/s1600/coat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzF7I6okv-UGeFmX7r3j-zjJ3mIbl0UsLtfzSV-zFJk3VUl69jsVOoQY1qzCvlUxassY1817TE4f_Bn94clHtAktP4UdOvCSHL5gh7A4zwerYZaBtiWu96bnqTWkCrueiiyfqCNft3O18/s320/coat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884552710633682" /></a><br />quick update: all my friends have left me. all the parties are over. all my men have moved away and moved on. time to be a big girl and focus on the job. goodbye and so long summer. it was a freakin good one. on a better note. its time for football games. boots boots boots. sweaters. leggings. movie nights. scarves. general conference. halloween. and hot chocolate. hmmm. glad that every ending brings an unpredictable beginning. bring it winter..oh and winter, feel free to bring me something spicy. thanks. 'preciate it. mwah.<div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-30051525674426209082010-07-16T18:50:00.000-07:002010-07-16T18:53:20.832-07:00im <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b>grateful</b></span> for my <b>faith</b> right now. and <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">real</span></i> friends. <b><i>and</i></b> change. and agency. good <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">stuff.</span>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-37204404983696826782010-07-12T20:28:00.000-07:002010-07-12T20:44:28.613-07:00home.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTRZrU63W9VaDj0rrC98yi0Ia8gR8BM4XNSybXDUe7n8BjcY5l_Dt77LO-NFHBcDs5-m7cP3LDQ-oC2kTQQKo9dyy_OA6sHEdsjcbYXiO-gmC3DU5evmLHGckL69VhaHWIQ373vBXz-U/s1600/DSCN0317.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTRZrU63W9VaDj0rrC98yi0Ia8gR8BM4XNSybXDUe7n8BjcY5l_Dt77LO-NFHBcDs5-m7cP3LDQ-oC2kTQQKo9dyy_OA6sHEdsjcbYXiO-gmC3DU5evmLHGckL69VhaHWIQ373vBXz-U/s320/DSCN0317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493231242190566882" /></a><br />its been another whirlwind of a few weeks. finally made it to brazil (without a few slight problems-which is to be expected when the webbers travel) and for the first time in years we had our entire family together. it was a little taste of heaven on earth. we spent the rest of the week staying up late telling stories, meeting incredible brazilian families with larger than life testimonies, taking pictures, buying soccer jerseys and homemade jewelry, eating authentic brazilian rice/beans/meat-which later we would find out would stay with us longer than we would prefer, and just soaking up life in the brazil. it was awesome. but its even better to just be home and to have everyone back where they belong. and by everyone im talking about wade.clay.davis.kyle.smitty.ty.robert.jenny.chase&abbe. the package is back. (although most never left-thank goodness). its going to be a good summer.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-4798305456430113762010-06-24T21:07:00.000-07:002010-06-24T21:19:18.624-07:00just a thought.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>i think i'll go there on monday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wRZvP9V_Jw_wxeWr9AgMMZYCirqD33qizgsICm-7lMikWggWvxQNrWq4LyPHxbZTJQeHqHp5pz8boQeBRgkRXAE2fZkLyAVludt-xkJJu74WXtR1-_reXDbDSaU6PoT_Ln7vYj0kqfI/s1600/fortaleza-hotels-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wRZvP9V_Jw_wxeWr9AgMMZYCirqD33qizgsICm-7lMikWggWvxQNrWq4LyPHxbZTJQeHqHp5pz8boQeBRgkRXAE2fZkLyAVludt-xkJJu74WXtR1-_reXDbDSaU6PoT_Ln7vYj0kqfI/s320/fortaleza-hotels-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486560164606060098" /></a>and hang out with this guy.<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD1hgPszr0TTzJ8d_aYckUQZLFXDUU0H5fJABQxjlBeIBE4aZMYhtHkMCoHBMzCmYzu5vu6tAJ2gZCSenmXstkjPe3-tHKec7hkw_1jxjEsI3Mw5ZXPNe8hwTheaI8hisYALKaJ1uPiI/s320/DSC03937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486560900266882626" /><div><br /></div><div>ya. i think thats a good idea.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-65358476329486055482010-06-24T21:05:00.000-07:002010-06-24T21:20:40.394-07:00in case you were wondering if its hot here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp84KXPgSPuJBIPiAa35XSQ6bOTmadIsubI1BV1mtMHJeqmvu5y6LMpi7PeIH67aMSnRd6TWdaFiiQ05q30d4zRXVRP_CcY5zj6a1eKHn_UL3JI4TbUsKy3JKUaBhl1kNMN_cbDuwPUms/s1600/hot+weather+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 466px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp84KXPgSPuJBIPiAa35XSQ6bOTmadIsubI1BV1mtMHJeqmvu5y6LMpi7PeIH67aMSnRd6TWdaFiiQ05q30d4zRXVRP_CcY5zj6a1eKHn_UL3JI4TbUsKy3JKUaBhl1kNMN_cbDuwPUms/s1600/hot+weather+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-63705285153361258622010-06-22T20:10:00.000-07:002010-06-22T20:40:15.288-07:00loved it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZcr5iwj61r1Z2oc7IICcaarvS9oFSmOqom_AT-RyrD3Qf6RQt0eyXzJZQ8AS2_lIZBMG2xEub_uIEzW2EuxGzvRqBLwixqoCXCk33ouGqVpdDiDitLdW6bLfP3P6WNxdQXT1QMOEIpQ/s1600/34056_754976439179_17809700_40623076_1205393_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZcr5iwj61r1Z2oc7IICcaarvS9oFSmOqom_AT-RyrD3Qf6RQt0eyXzJZQ8AS2_lIZBMG2xEub_uIEzW2EuxGzvRqBLwixqoCXCk33ouGqVpdDiDitLdW6bLfP3P6WNxdQXT1QMOEIpQ/s320/34056_754976439179_17809700_40623076_1205393_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485808866619576162" /></a><br /><div>hmm. how do you blog about a weekend like the one that just swept thru the webber household. it was incredible. so much better than you could ever expect. i hope if you know me, you know that what i love more than anything in this world are my friends and family. i love being around them. i love going to dinner with them. chatting with them. watching movies with them. laughing about nothing with them. hanging in the kitchen with them. making icees with them. i don't have to be doing anything. or i can be doing everything. but if my family and friends are around it doensn't matter.. im a happy girl. and this weekend was exactly that. not only did we get to celebrate the 8 year courtship of abigail andrews and chase webber, but we got to celebrate it with everyone we love around us. from touching words at the rehearsal dinner, traditional songs sung and played at night, pool basketball, late night discussions, snacks around the kitchen table, wedding pictures, wedding ceremony, props in the photobooth, best food on earth at the reception, an entire ward dominating the dance floor, and brazilian banana cream pies. it was wonderful. thank you to the beuses, grandma and grandpa meyer, louis and amy, the critchlows, the webbers, the dopps, tommy sorber and rhett, tony, ben and kendra, and a million other amazing friends and fam that made this weekend a favorite. and thank you abbe and chase for giving us a reason to celebrate. love you all. can't wait for the next party:) mwah.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841925675597796697.post-13723039222468583942010-06-16T19:12:00.000-07:002010-06-16T19:47:50.643-07:00dear minneapolis, minnesowtah.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIirqVrm6eIsdfAPq7JwXxc9SsXhLfqAnXdM1-2VhbjTC8ycJhvhplikmZYRPse8Iy8kSUfbU32rPMMlDCqqgtfsU2O1746bIUyMLFuk79CrQ3E2OSsvp3TFdqLaKMlAK6wSVUPKaY03c/s1600/minneapolis.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIirqVrm6eIsdfAPq7JwXxc9SsXhLfqAnXdM1-2VhbjTC8ycJhvhplikmZYRPse8Iy8kSUfbU32rPMMlDCqqgtfsU2O1746bIUyMLFuk79CrQ3E2OSsvp3TFdqLaKMlAK6wSVUPKaY03c/s320/minneapolis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564864058846210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i have now had the wonderful opportunity of experiencing your beautiful land for nearly two weeks. thank you for reminding me that i love pacemakers and pig hearts. that a bed made every morning is a fabulous luxury. that i would rather eat homemade food over restaurant food any day. that walking around a city is one of my favorite things to do. that being blonde in the city will grant you some interesting conversations with homeless men. that birthdays aren't quite as fun with strangers. that target is my favorite store. that no mall i ever visit will compare to the theme-park, four story, three victoria secret, 50% off candy store- shopping facility that you own. but mostly i must thank you for confirming my love for my company, and excitement for my young start at this brand new exhilarating career. 'preciate it minne. its been good. but girl its time to get home. farewell and see you far too soon.</span></span></span>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611296237617303127noreply@blogger.com2