tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81507743140428359442024-02-18T21:34:26.429-08:00Kirk and Lauratexas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-25328717396899758092010-05-09T23:19:00.000-07:002010-05-10T00:47:42.497-07:00Spencer Family Update...its gonna be a long one!Well, in true ME form, I've procrastinated updating my blog. So for all those fanatic blog stalkers out there(if anyone even follows mine, lol) I hope you'll accept my apology in the form of an extended update, pictures and all. <br /><br />Let's start with Easter. This year's Easter was a first for the Spencer's because we had a 'kid' living with us that was excited for the holiday. Any by 'kid' I mean my sister, who's not a kid but still gets excited like one. So, Kirk and I decided it would be fun to give her a full easter egg hunt, basket and all! Kirk did a pretty good job hiding them and she eventually found them all. It was fun to watch, like watching a kid in a candy store! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXG6ukWToKQXWF7ccVxyRBv9MzxVcMxpLXJxfX71KU9h-jkfVtoD0ntF5kBtT6pWghGLpnWmnTKTpmCLuN-bZZ5wM18LM0ri4dOUQ5YKjn-k5CPq2NajcoD4OQb2llAkvTT6LUuOn0Yg/s1600/ymcatriathalon+001.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/AVvXsEhMXG6ukWToKQXWF7ccVxyRBv9MzxVcMxpLXJxfX71KU9h-jkfVtoD0ntF5kBtT6pWghGLpnWmnTKTpmCLuN-bZZ5wM18LM0ri4dOUQ5YKjn-k5CPq2NajcoD4OQb2llAkvTT6LUuOn0Yg/s320/ymcatriathalon+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469524021771935426" /></a><br />Moving on...the triathalon. I know I said after the last one that I wouldn't do it again but...I lied. I guess I need the motivation. I did a couple things differently this time starting with my training schedule. I didn't train near as much as I did last time which I was a little nervous about. Also there were a couple of pre-race things I didn't do, which aren't really that important. Overall though, I think I did pretty darn good. I improved my time by 30 minutes and I ran the whole time! Here are some token pictures taken by my loving hubby and supportive sister!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42uaINhBcl5caYZubu__K46lOku0kcm1giWGuoxMFiHJE92Zw3Wcx-24AEdWvSLubcGhkqfRUsf2GdKwj0ZRYdesdjGim4fnoXqxYasnwjMBeGvFU9QDkJvEhBDXFCYmbHtZU92GgLG8/s1600/ymcatriathalon+034.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/AVvXsEj42uaINhBcl5caYZubu__K46lOku0kcm1giWGuoxMFiHJE92Zw3Wcx-24AEdWvSLubcGhkqfRUsf2GdKwj0ZRYdesdjGim4fnoXqxYasnwjMBeGvFU9QDkJvEhBDXFCYmbHtZU92GgLG8/s320/ymcatriathalon+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469531542657850658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pa7Av9vti1m0y1Nn9DPde3vKLjW7XSVTKqe8QysUNfJsmDxgqmhY5gXK1XCVaW_rfWfkhN6i6ed0D-7U9c_cW6BRB67sXYArnBMT5YNyVOY2_oSSBDlMVBDgLQeFN72vpSQQ8C3XhTY/s1600/ymcatriathalon+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbNiswmOO1DEbXSjH8b5SWqU76t8V1FP4c0pVEIFsKRoPSXmlQBYAo44jMMISQFhHpdSg_DcwnKmSULLQtBLgS07uRi6lqPUN3Phmm6KSn4c-eTBYP_uTs3HoSQttA-cMq4rDmY-CsrY/s320/ymcatriathalon+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469530717976503602" /></a><br />Kirk's birthday was also in the mix of the events but I don't have any picture from the night out at Joe's or the party we had. Man, I'm a bad wife! Anyways, here's to you Kirkle...my 30 year old hubby!!! Happy birthday!!!<br /><br />Next on the list is VEGAS!!! Yep, Vegas baby! Sometimes working at a salon really pays off...ok, working at a salon usually always pays off in some form or another! Five of us from the salon were able to attend the annual Las Vegas hair show. My friend Audrey and I drove while everyone else flew. We went last minute so driving was the cheaper solution. The drive was AWESOME!! Audrey and I laughed so hard we were crying! Best road trip ever!! Among the cool things to see at the show, the two highlights were a dance party cutting show, put on by Farouk Systems (the people that make Chi) and demos of a new treatment called Brazilian Blowout, which I got to be a model for. Now, I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. The Brazilian Blowout is a non-chemical hair de-frizzer and curl relaxer that will last up to 14 weeks. It is amazing! I can blow dry my hair in 10 minutes without having to use a flat iron! It's crazy, I have straight hair now!!! Oh ya, and we got to meet Nick Arroyo from What Not To Wear! It was awesome!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlboZ-9CNJ-PfnFpw9BKrUJiemzdiYRYNgjgwQnFg6trxzcqanOZa5OfsKRj_T1cCrOXFTrTpwrRpXuGEkEYtfI7164Ct6EBxS7kdU0_UQ74PRL8cbHX3RRyhgAse8fcjEOSHYBeQ-Ec/s1600/vegas+hair+show+023.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/AVvXsEjRlboZ-9CNJ-PfnFpw9BKrUJiemzdiYRYNgjgwQnFg6trxzcqanOZa5OfsKRj_T1cCrOXFTrTpwrRpXuGEkEYtfI7164Ct6EBxS7kdU0_UQ74PRL8cbHX3RRyhgAse8fcjEOSHYBeQ-Ec/s320/vegas+hair+show+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469538312287444866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LM9pd6qDxJhpktXeEQVTPU6jDzQIWv0VaUlhFfVKQr1hHgrsWfG5YmsgnPAZTwgolTn1xw7TQaEs0Xd9nIz-IT2fL22CF5RMBb3KmzxsESQzDIG-4EFAqyRSok6nXF-Sr_jn5K0gIAc/s1600/vegas+hair+show+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9Y-83TPaspi9vfvljI3-U2d2tWtmkpExd11Ybk8IpiktqzDxriyciEJtT3qEHAzRwYEsC58l0aF5KdBZrGCJZo5fAo437pCb5Ttw8plbK39HFnm50ehq9fqn4_cp1anKmEZlHl2wsi4/s320/vegas+hair+show+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469537448398508034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRZiR45aVNwKo-5HDx-cOBD9SNilSS6PxjkibEAvAyELI967lQ9LkfveBYBziGtSFOIL4ke8OIcWYkGsrZQyP-Q0DBArUM4UnJZHbhxSyCBS9kyKLhNL5xOY7G78U0DZUBPH2-QF9Spc/s1600/vegas+hair+show+002.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/AVvXsEhwRZiR45aVNwKo-5HDx-cOBD9SNilSS6PxjkibEAvAyELI967lQ9LkfveBYBziGtSFOIL4ke8OIcWYkGsrZQyP-Q0DBArUM4UnJZHbhxSyCBS9kyKLhNL5xOY7G78U0DZUBPH2-QF9Spc/s320/vegas+hair+show+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469537357863841810" /></a><br />Last but certainly not least, Kirk and I celebrated our 6 year wedding anniversary! Wow, I can't believe we've been married that long! It seems like just yesterday that I met my best friend and fell in love. I feel truly blessed to have found the perfect man for me and that we get to be together for eternity. He is such a great man and love him SO much! I can't imagine my life without him! We celebrated this year by going to the Gila River Temple open house in Thatcher, AZ. Its a pretty short drive (3 or so hours) from our house but we decided to stay overnight. Going to the temple is an amazing thing. It's really neat to be able to see it before it gets dedicated. And of course for others, whether young children or non members who don't have recommends its a cool experience. It was a great way to remember what makes our marriage so special and sacred. Happy Anniversary Kirk!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2dkKBgS7pcmww2lRqtlM_f2bkEQxdt70NcI56_prtwkaap-tg1UbpxZLpZipi8QQ1JZShockKPB9uMgWp674b5kMAwkD1Yo2M35EO-FYjf5_j8ibIg9MGOdsgsdmDJtlwGEK0sSO5LU/s1600/Anniversary+2010+007.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/AVvXsEik2dkKBgS7pcmww2lRqtlM_f2bkEQxdt70NcI56_prtwkaap-tg1UbpxZLpZipi8QQ1JZShockKPB9uMgWp674b5kMAwkD1Yo2M35EO-FYjf5_j8ibIg9MGOdsgsdmDJtlwGEK0sSO5LU/s320/Anniversary+2010+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469540312379523106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9Ld_vuRcrMjfEEUX47X3ayuZjCFP09KdLVtUu5XRRvkjURs-3gUA_gI6DqusdgyLCsVLwWS4O79wKH3BdSC8Z0BCi0dmIGNfURYbHPm0HFNPnKKeeb9AItlFrX3UJ_96cHgqP4Wgq3U/s1600/Eric+and+Family+027.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/AVvXsEjR9Ld_vuRcrMjfEEUX47X3ayuZjCFP09KdLVtUu5XRRvkjURs-3gUA_gI6DqusdgyLCsVLwWS4O79wKH3BdSC8Z0BCi0dmIGNfURYbHPm0HFNPnKKeeb9AItlFrX3UJ_96cHgqP4Wgq3U/s320/Eric+and+Family+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469540573938876418" /></a><br />So that's it, for now at least. I'm busy with my fellow YW leaders getting ready for girls camp. It's coming up in a month so the countdown has begun! In my other spare time (which is not frequent) I've been trying to go to Zumba class, my new obsession. If you need a change in your workout routine, just try it, you'll get hooked too. I've also been trying to be a good adopted auntie to Crew, Melissa & Charlie's new little one. I keep calling him 'my baby' in front of Ava one of their other kids, who I've already dubbed my baby. I think its confusing her because the other day I said 'where's my baby' to Melissa, looking for Crew and Ava turned around and looked up at me and said 'I'm right here, mommy!' (she calls me mom too). After having a talk with her, we decided that she is my baby and Crew is her baby so I'm Crew's grandma. Awe, the joys of being an adoptive auntie and mommy! It's fun! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlCOweeZqIux2XN11y6QyrWZg999ByYYx2C3ta1HpT0aCQngvSgBAKtxVBfDs9x0Hwj023LPelmzWERhcSNNYWbcBPmqhRBKR9C7dF_DDjuLXhX3ECxyrPE_XY21bXpf-5zoGynqLVpg/s1600/Stuff+009.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/AVvXsEjHlCOweeZqIux2XN11y6QyrWZg999ByYYx2C3ta1HpT0aCQngvSgBAKtxVBfDs9x0Hwj023LPelmzWERhcSNNYWbcBPmqhRBKR9C7dF_DDjuLXhX3ECxyrPE_XY21bXpf-5zoGynqLVpg/s320/Stuff+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469544833500459170" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-63531315169696143232010-04-04T11:58:00.000-07:002010-04-04T12:10:56.577-07:00And the award goes to.....ME! For being the worst blogger in the world!!! Ha ha! I've been really behind lately so now, after being home for two weeks, I'll tell you about our trip to New York. Kirk and I have been to NYC a couple times before but this time we went with our good friends Crystal and TJ. We met them at the airport in Hartford where Kirk's mom picked us up. We spent the night at their house and then headed up via train the next day to the city. We spent 4 awesome nights in the city. Of course to save money, we all shared a hotel room we found right in the heart of China Town. Even though the surroundings were interesting to say the least, the hotel was nice. <br /><br />We did alot of walking! We ended up getting a city pass which included several of the most popular tourist sites, all of which, Kirk and I hadn't seen yet. Some of the things we did were museums, time square, island boat tour, central park, china town, little Italy, Rockafeller Center, Empire State Building and traveling the subway. I can't really say why I love the subway, but I do! Kirk's parents met us on Saturday, our last day in the city to go see Mary Poppins. It was so cool, even though I'd seen it already. <br /><br />Back in Connecticut, Kirk and I spent some one on one time with his parents. We shopped, went to our favorite little diner and Kirk even found a new brand of root beer he hadn't tried. We love going back east, not only to visit the sights, but to spend time with his family. I hope you'll enjoy our pictures and if you have any questions of what they are, just ask. (I'm too lazy to tag them all, lol!)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-59052652994320351112010-04-04T11:56:00.001-07:002010-04-04T11:56:00.596-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MDQwNzMyNzQ4NCZwdD*xMjcwNDA3MzUzMzU5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yYjIxZTk*ZGU5ZDM*/NjJmOGE5OGFlMzRiZTdhZTJmMCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w329.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw329.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fl400%2Ftexas_princess1109%2FNew+York+2010%2Fbcade61a.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/New%20York%202010/?action=view¤t=bcade61a.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-82760498636364658872010-04-04T11:49:00.001-07:002010-04-04T11:49:35.005-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MDQwNjk*MzY*MCZwdD*xMjcwNDA2OTY5NDIxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yYjIxZTk*ZGU5ZDM*/NjJmOGE5OGFlMzRiZTdhZTJmMCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w329.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw329.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fl400%2Ftexas_princess1109%2FNew+York+2010%2F5c451c52.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/New%20York%202010/?action=view¤t=5c451c52.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-56710879068229598532010-02-23T20:01:00.000-08:002010-02-23T20:15:34.069-08:00Texas TripWell, we're back from Texas now. It was a long but fun trip. We visited tons of family and friends. Here's what we did in a nutshell: <br /><br />Monday - We started the project at my parents house of tearing out the old linolium and replacing it with tile. <br /><br />Tuesday - We continued the project...this happened every day actually. At night, we hung out with some friends and played Band Hero. It was awesome!<br /><br />Wednesday - Alan came home!! We woke up early, early in the morning to meet him at the airport. We got there right when his flight got in but still had to wait for another 45 minutes or so because he had to go through customs. We spent the whole day hanging out with him and eating alfajores, a fun treat from Argentina.<br /><br />Thursday - More hanging out with friends and working on the family project<br /><br />Friday - My Grandpa came, which was awesome! We went out to dinner for my mom's birthday and Alan's homecoming. <br /><br />Saturday - We had lunch with some friends, played Rock Band, had dinner with the family, Kirk had a jam session with some old friends and then we went ice skating.<br /><br />Sunday - Alan spoke in church, we had dinner and then spent the rest of the day with family. <br /><br />I think that was pretty much it. We did alot in this short week. We had a fun time and hope we can go back soon. I did have a realization this week: I live in a bubble. Seriously, all my friends live within 1 mile of my house and everything is so close. Man have I got it made! Anyways, enjoy the pictures. I didn't feel like labeling them, lol!texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-80483790139523057012010-02-23T19:58:00.001-08:002010-02-23T19:58:57.062-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2Njk4Mzg5Njc*MCZwdD*xMjY2OTgzOTMyOTQzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yYjIxZTk*ZGU5ZDM*/NjJmOGE5OGFlMzRiZTdhZTJmMCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"><embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed329.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fl400%2Ftexas_princess1109%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" > </embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /></a><a href="http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /></a></div>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-23378346353096666722010-02-21T13:24:00.000-08:002010-02-21T13:29:51.647-08:00Texas weatherWell, we're still in Texas but I just had to say how much I love this weather! First because my allergies and asthma cleared up and I'm breathing so well! And secondly because I love how unpredictable it is. No one ever listens to t.e weather men cause they're never right. Today, we had a huge thunderstorm then when we got out of church it was sunny and felt like 80 degrees and now it's drizzle rain and It's only 3:30. What will we get next? Snow? Tornado? I can't wait to see! <br /><br />When I get home, I'll post pictures and stories of our week here. It has been fun and very exhausting!texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-79339530006628081312010-01-31T19:32:00.001-08:002010-01-31T20:02:53.546-08:00Catch-UpWell, I'm trying to remember what has happened since my last post but I'm having a hard time. I can say that I have been super swamped with activity planning, working and trying to keep my house under control! <br /><br />New years was pretty fun. We went to a couple of parties and stayed up way to late! We did have a fun time though! Kirk and the guys went to a Phoenix Suns game and dressed up! I didn't expect the dressing up part so it was a shocker to get these two picture messages on my phone. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPCxUXzVAahdpEmJvGj6ejMW20nEtpP-0daSgY3Ugs4Guj7wZKzUyeL8KOC5Zc7kLf0agEN4CRkSukFeXZs-Nm4D4RfItO06fqGQ2w2vDSUW0deL-T40wUVHw5JUb7ozB8yzDA6aZzyU/s1600-h/2010-01-06+16.35.16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPCxUXzVAahdpEmJvGj6ejMW20nEtpP-0daSgY3Ugs4Guj7wZKzUyeL8KOC5Zc7kLf0agEN4CRkSukFeXZs-Nm4D4RfItO06fqGQ2w2vDSUW0deL-T40wUVHw5JUb7ozB8yzDA6aZzyU/s320/2010-01-06+16.35.16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114263141363890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKKTn6y8KQU4wNJdn-2Olu_bWTy1qff2zPfsmZ72od0I-7FgSEZNfmKz68xRvizJqvcsgEhyphenhyphenA2aJd3rFDAI-w_GwzKVqARV0NfAMaSTbbKUqrm7fMxIOOw4yPLmGgF-ZHK5q-BPvdf0M/s1600-h/2010-01-06+17.11.38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKKTn6y8KQU4wNJdn-2Olu_bWTy1qff2zPfsmZ72od0I-7FgSEZNfmKz68xRvizJqvcsgEhyphenhyphenA2aJd3rFDAI-w_GwzKVqARV0NfAMaSTbbKUqrm7fMxIOOw4yPLmGgF-ZHK5q-BPvdf0M/s320/2010-01-06+17.11.38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114207999644642" /></a><br />I got a new calling at the end of the year. I was really sad when they released me from being the miamaid advisor. After all, I've had that calling for 3 years now! I thought I was getting a break from the YW (don't get me wrong, I LOVE them!), but alas, they called me right back into the program as 2nd counselor! Now, I really have to go to mutual! Ha ha! I've been loving this calling because one of my favorite things to do is organize, and thats exactly what I get to do! My first event to plan was Un-Camp. Its like an un-birthday. We wanted the girls to remember the feelings and spirit they felt at camp so we re-created it in the backyard of our president's house. And living in AZ, we can do that in January! It was a complete success! The girls and leaders loved it! Now, I'm waist deep in the plans for New Beginnings. I've been to a thousand New Beginnings but this is the first one I'm planning and its gonna be awesome! <br /><br />Another exciting thing is that in exactly 17 days (and counting) my brother, Alan will be coming home from his mission in Mendoza Argentina! Yea!! My family is, of course, super excited! We are all planning on being in Dallas bright and early on the 17th to welcome him home! I can't tell you how much I love this kid! He will always be an example of righteousness to me and I'm so incredibly proud that he is out there serving the Lord. There's no better way to spend two years of your life. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6vQujSiJGPEsFBCd5B-aTwHXDhyKHRNgFOTTw2uxWGwN9lbEoDOjHO8ldWmE8-VlTtyEpvFBuakLxzz2O2aRn3TnBcqMl0J4o4shCCCmMfwGZyUm883zZhikYJIbP1sg7G2H6gprkEs/s1600-h/candid.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/AVvXsEjU6vQujSiJGPEsFBCd5B-aTwHXDhyKHRNgFOTTw2uxWGwN9lbEoDOjHO8ldWmE8-VlTtyEpvFBuakLxzz2O2aRn3TnBcqMl0J4o4shCCCmMfwGZyUm883zZhikYJIbP1sg7G2H6gprkEs/s320/candid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433116015300495938" /></a><br />I might as well end this post with another emotional event, since I'm already crying. Yesterday I ran a race. Many of you know that this year, one of my goals was to become a runner. I've never been good at anything that takes athletic ability (except dance, I guess), so I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could actually do it. Throughout the year, I doubted myself so many times. Even after I finished a triathalon, I didn't thing I was that great. But yesterday, I think, no, I know my struggles paid off. It might not sound like much, but for me, finishing a 10k (6 miles) was a huge deal. I remember when I first started running this time last year, I couldn't even run a half mile without almost fainting. But during this race, I didn't stop once, I didn't even walk. I ran the whole time, and that was an accomplishment for me. I might not ever run a marathon, I might not ever win a race but to me, I've won. I realized that my body can do amazing things. I know now, that I am an athlete. I know, that I can do anything I set my mind to. Can't, won't, not good enough...those aren't options for me anymore. I can, I will and I am good enough to do anything. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDTpCGd5ZJhJeAyN8zfa79j2c9_Vsu8pGa11gYiDKAqMXztzpAQbTIZ6tMw7KiY0dScRLfMcMyWlNv5in_oXMW0B5B95BlCEliB-aVBd8hvveHJpXrIrUOTgAwy9kkdhyphenhyphenMzg0yE7tg_k/s1600-h/Londons+Run+2010+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDTpCGd5ZJhJeAyN8zfa79j2c9_Vsu8pGa11gYiDKAqMXztzpAQbTIZ6tMw7KiY0dScRLfMcMyWlNv5in_oXMW0B5B95BlCEliB-aVBd8hvveHJpXrIrUOTgAwy9kkdhyphenhyphenMzg0yE7tg_k/s320/Londons+Run+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433120545941331122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU-XsMVZaxLQ9ArkTQ7pmP2MrBweuJU86dWB1urg_dPLGN225_oKDymCn49q_LtVieLR5OxnHIkyX8H__0ASMpS23BDlC3U-AiZXySmC-n9id1ca_RDKohyNBzJx6yh2ebFlFCFG-45w/s1600-h/Londons+Run+2010+015.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/AVvXsEjbU-XsMVZaxLQ9ArkTQ7pmP2MrBweuJU86dWB1urg_dPLGN225_oKDymCn49q_LtVieLR5OxnHIkyX8H__0ASMpS23BDlC3U-AiZXySmC-n9id1ca_RDKohyNBzJx6yh2ebFlFCFG-45w/s320/Londons+Run+2010+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433118433702993826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhlXB9rNa7sZCVem0zvLtiffMwXJgmi0YJkg3-b7LD862HnjHrBTMMyECshmTKeld7KXDB-SDTSztrbAeaiPbqIRoLVMP3v2QleCaeo3AhfhhXdkXxU6Xj_-Nt6YcNsNabYKq4QQixTw/s1600-h/Londons+Run+2010+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhlXB9rNa7sZCVem0zvLtiffMwXJgmi0YJkg3-b7LD862HnjHrBTMMyECshmTKeld7KXDB-SDTSztrbAeaiPbqIRoLVMP3v2QleCaeo3AhfhhXdkXxU6Xj_-Nt6YcNsNabYKq4QQixTw/s320/Londons+Run+2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433118255241071026" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-77671990320575949392009-12-27T20:30:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:44:04.581-08:00December Happenings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOpuz5XOQOP8zclfmKnQ-MB4a8yOxeeaiH7Z7fKMiY8W4C9x4g2eCn6eYA9lYfTkpi00mIluwSax1JIvSkItx8DdUzuLix2rNDQ12xbe9RLqt3Ov1y37RzI4_g1SIL34u3b2znnobTLA/s1600-h/044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOpuz5XOQOP8zclfmKnQ-MB4a8yOxeeaiH7Z7fKMiY8W4C9x4g2eCn6eYA9lYfTkpi00mIluwSax1JIvSkItx8DdUzuLix2rNDQ12xbe9RLqt3Ov1y37RzI4_g1SIL34u3b2znnobTLA/s320/044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420143233716142626" /></a><br />The month of December has been pretty un-eventful for the Spencer family. Even though all our family lives out of state, we decided not to visit them for Christmas. My brother will be coming home from his mission in February so our trip to see family will have to wait until then. <br /><br />As for this month, Kirk went out of town on a buisness trip, we went to a couple Christmas parties, and I got sick...again. This time I had a sore throat. I did go to the doctor this time because I wanted to make sure I didn't have strep. Fortunatly, the test was negative. So after much investigation from the doctor, he came to the conclusion that I have allergy induced asthma. Great, just great. I came home with Prednisone and Albuterol. I'm officially a nerd! But, I am pretty excited to use the inhaler for exercising. He said that will help since I get winded easy with exercise. <br /><br />As for Christmas, we kept it pretty low-key. We saw the temple lights with some friends, went on a date to see Avatar in 3D (if you haven't seen it, go. Its super awesome), and had a fancy dinner and movie night with friends. Normally we don't exchange gifts because we don't like to spend the money but two days before Christmas we decided to get new cell phones. Kirk got the Droid and I got the Droid Eris. I can't stop playing with it! Definatly the best phone ever! I thought it would take me forever to get use to a touch screen and the whole navagation but it really wasn't hard at all. Way worth the money! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9HXx6Bs_Dgg2wc3DeLYmjADA_IZed2dhTzefZI6ZzwgJC1JJMIrkswONOEaH_akc2nUZlbzhGgJjf_BEEPfYE9tSk2K3-MvW9y2cx0C1AVl_yvp9hMtyjDrJ9tlyYMJjalhwLHYL0K08/s1600-h/Christmas+2010.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/AVvXsEh9HXx6Bs_Dgg2wc3DeLYmjADA_IZed2dhTzefZI6ZzwgJC1JJMIrkswONOEaH_akc2nUZlbzhGgJjf_BEEPfYE9tSk2K3-MvW9y2cx0C1AVl_yvp9hMtyjDrJ9tlyYMJjalhwLHYL0K08/s320/Christmas+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420142861964690306" /></a><br />We also got a very nice framed picture from Kirk's parents. It matches our house perfectly!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsynJF57BdSztYSCpQGtxE1_npxf6anY_FvUMKTiBGC-Uw4zD_gvy9F2BnlQVYdzq5T77jsVSBaZ9oROfaEmGGU66cV__Xf1FQrisnaty-liKyyWHAB2rdBMwPz-vT5Ppewe_Z0Hg4PQ0/s1600-h/Christmas+2011.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/AVvXsEhsynJF57BdSztYSCpQGtxE1_npxf6anY_FvUMKTiBGC-Uw4zD_gvy9F2BnlQVYdzq5T77jsVSBaZ9oROfaEmGGU66cV__Xf1FQrisnaty-liKyyWHAB2rdBMwPz-vT5Ppewe_Z0Hg4PQ0/s320/Christmas+2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420142634103715554" /></a><br />And of course, I have to add the token Trixie picture. She loved having one or both of us home all day for the entire week of Christmas. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsY4FjuMLh9V2HO0zMR57_DSDIwue8znPekf1sR_we9Rw0YbSzAVxEe8SljZRZP5ugmP19Qt2BHjr0flfJ_a82tLrCeKXk92XUcA0fzDVg12n0BsdjsQ1vLhgzSf9DAcarYKZbu5CAGg/s1600-h/Christmas+2009.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/AVvXsEiHsY4FjuMLh9V2HO0zMR57_DSDIwue8znPekf1sR_we9Rw0YbSzAVxEe8SljZRZP5ugmP19Qt2BHjr0flfJ_a82tLrCeKXk92XUcA0fzDVg12n0BsdjsQ1vLhgzSf9DAcarYKZbu5CAGg/s320/Christmas+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420143102493656050" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-52483609037476554892009-11-30T10:00:00.000-08:002009-11-30T09:41:15.655-08:00Thanksgiving 2009This year for Thanksgiving we stayed here in AZ. We decided to get together with some other friends who didn't have family in town to have our big feast. And let me tell ya, it turned out to be a huge feast! We had 4 smoked turkeys, tons of sides and about 11-12 desserts. Oh and we can't forget the homemade ice cream and root beer! <br /><br />We ate, played volleyball, talked and played Rock Band. All in all, it was a fantastic day! It was so fun spending time with our friends on Thanksgiving. <br /><br />Oh and those pictures of Trixie are from earlier that day, when Kirk and I were bored waiting for the turkey to be done. She hates when we decide to do photo shoots with her! :)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-60546214889058147712009-11-30T09:36:00.001-08:002009-11-30T09:36:45.738-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1OTYwMjQ1OTc4MSZwdD*xMjU5NjAyNjAxNzE4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1jMGQzNzFjZTJkMzI*MjRjYjk1N2QzN2FkYTZjOGNhZCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w329.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/81e286ea.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/?action=view¤t=81e286ea.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-32627701778920692382009-11-15T13:42:00.001-08:002009-11-15T14:11:14.201-08:00Hanson haters....BEWARE!!In case you haven't heard, I had the most amazing day of my life last week (not including my wedding day)! As I said before, my birthday present was to go to the Hanson concert. My friend Cynthia and I have been waiting for this day for months. It was down in Tucson so we decided to have a Hanson day where we watched all our Hanson movies, recordings, etc before we headed down for the concert. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11o_mzn9fFq3CmRRmnm0uGD-EUFZHOKnO31AkyGFHlSPlIB8SGXAd-6I2m0cP22PbN1ZhLvcDzgwS_pQc6-Hv4zOLUBhCX_1864NcOJb6HOvIErm4EKzonWukCk7Ff3Bxx2Z16q471lc/s1600-h/hanson_512.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11o_mzn9fFq3CmRRmnm0uGD-EUFZHOKnO31AkyGFHlSPlIB8SGXAd-6I2m0cP22PbN1ZhLvcDzgwS_pQc6-Hv4zOLUBhCX_1864NcOJb6HOvIErm4EKzonWukCk7Ff3Bxx2Z16q471lc/s320/hanson_512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404456220692610898" /></a><br /><br />Our plans changed (cue mood changing music). Right after I blogged about how we were going to the concert, I checked the Hanson website and they posted that there was going to be a "walk" that afternoon hosted by Hanson. Now, if you don't know what a Walk is here's a brief description. Hanson has partnered with Toms Shoes to help raise awareness of the poverty and AIDS epidemic in Africa. Hanson periodically hosts walks where you walk a mile in these people's shoes (which is no shoes)to help people become aware. So we heard about this last minute walk and we were off to Tucson.<br /><br />When we got there, we thought we'd be able to find the location pretty easily. It started at the Mall on the University of AZ campus. Easy, right? Not exactly. We drove around the campus for about 15 minutes looking for the mall. Then we got out and ran around the campus for another 15 minutes asking people 'where's the mall?' and 'have you seen Hanson and the walk?' We must have sounded like idiots! And to top it all off, we were a half hour late to the walk. We thought we had missed it and were about to give up when across the 'mall' (by the way, the mall is a strip of grass...dumb!)we saw a group of people walking with a banner and shouting with megaphones. It was HANSON!!!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs__1SW0UgEgpBFA3sMzSmlzsKmQ1hmhKQgLRyMch5DOn2xh4U-mxKP2tVVT8VkkxEcOcxfRJZlLyI2ICQmg8OLD5EOUi7gPihRD5LwFY1GzpuArDQDg-w-kTl1MEPnYhdFEwNAPBbkgQ/s1600-h/Hanson+002.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/AVvXsEhs__1SW0UgEgpBFA3sMzSmlzsKmQ1hmhKQgLRyMch5DOn2xh4U-mxKP2tVVT8VkkxEcOcxfRJZlLyI2ICQmg8OLD5EOUi7gPihRD5LwFY1GzpuArDQDg-w-kTl1MEPnYhdFEwNAPBbkgQ/s320/Hanson+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404454118382376098" /></a><br />We ran up to the group and Hanson shouted on the megaphone for us to take off our shoes and join the walk. They TALKED to us!!! So we took our shoes off as fast as we could and fell in line with the group. When we looked around, we were standing right next to HANSON! I couldn't believe it! I think thats when I started hyperventilating.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1HEP_0g71PD7t_1ahgntRYliK6aHl2zSyCJu6rUeZ9JeXhQRjXdp0SNKQItyaiYNfQbDnKj5FiySc8Rs-J9pxldoEa9g-QfiMvGXamv5XJ-8dNp47jvhgVqNT0Dwb0eju40gfC5505s/s1600-h/Hanson+003.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/AVvXsEgk1HEP_0g71PD7t_1ahgntRYliK6aHl2zSyCJu6rUeZ9JeXhQRjXdp0SNKQItyaiYNfQbDnKj5FiySc8Rs-J9pxldoEa9g-QfiMvGXamv5XJ-8dNp47jvhgVqNT0Dwb0eju40gfC5505s/s320/Hanson+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404454428316581826" /></a><br />After we finished the walk (we joined up with about .10 of a mile to go) they took us to a bookstore on campus to thank us for walking with them and sing us a couple songs. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNSPlZbp2qT5OWdc7qP71sFEY-co4NwDe6KXKinj3zs-SnqcFOai4M_0q29uJ8CEp5X-EFkmcJu8OzUvJ65h3PPFdcTK-SPtqRHkIkybc6psnWcAUc6tCg3GG6HQ-9P4mFTwQ1osIkPHE/s1600-h/Hanson+010.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/AVvXsEhNSPlZbp2qT5OWdc7qP71sFEY-co4NwDe6KXKinj3zs-SnqcFOai4M_0q29uJ8CEp5X-EFkmcJu8OzUvJ65h3PPFdcTK-SPtqRHkIkybc6psnWcAUc6tCg3GG6HQ-9P4mFTwQ1osIkPHE/s320/Hanson+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404454701076396290" /></a><br />Then they offered to sign autographs. We were tickled pink with excitement. When we got up there, I transformed into the teenage version of myself. My words came out like vomit. It was like I had to tell them my whole life story in a matter of seconds. They probably thought I was nuts! But, I did get a 'Happy Birthday' from them, an autograph and my picture taken with them. I think I could have died!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgQpmGZiv63-zdyXULVyBNmFJ03V8RleJ3iOvO4O_PLaH6ckzoEMgGlWz0JjmfXzGAzauPnS_jkzNXmvfJZJcwySSrDdaO7Ntp-VOSW1kh0EUlRYGU7IvtCppMQMGnbSK2KZpye9_MfQ/s1600-h/Hanson+013.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/AVvXsEhMgQpmGZiv63-zdyXULVyBNmFJ03V8RleJ3iOvO4O_PLaH6ckzoEMgGlWz0JjmfXzGAzauPnS_jkzNXmvfJZJcwySSrDdaO7Ntp-VOSW1kh0EUlRYGU7IvtCppMQMGnbSK2KZpye9_MfQ/s320/Hanson+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404455007123355282" /></a><br />Afterwards, we watched them from the top of the stairs because we didn't want to leave. When we finally did, it felt like I was in a dream. I finally lived out my 14 year old teenie-bopper fantasy! I met HANSON!!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRH2vAn6ZRskuOWzBPp8IZQ-eM0HiE8c7dkOiglRUiaBZAumXVAYErsT_dp9yrlItgtAFzAaRDhu0o_JurBKhtVDH7uuGBAvPF7Bxivpug97rj6iLyX_Mptpm0I90g3tmYQoQ_WdeiTN4/s1600-h/Hanson+014.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/AVvXsEhRH2vAn6ZRskuOWzBPp8IZQ-eM0HiE8c7dkOiglRUiaBZAumXVAYErsT_dp9yrlItgtAFzAaRDhu0o_JurBKhtVDH7uuGBAvPF7Bxivpug97rj6iLyX_Mptpm0I90g3tmYQoQ_WdeiTN4/s320/Hanson+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404455219395273842" /></a><br />The concert that night was amazing! We were in the second row. Well for me it was like the first row because the girl in front of me came up to my chin. We couldn't take pictures of the show but that was ok because we got way better ones. We left Tucson around midnight and I was in bed at 2:45am. What a long and exhausting day but it was one that I'll never forget!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9hZyYZz0d1QmSAezT0R_0T-T9ZBINpRTNuGBAufM0ZQAanpGAVIGdLezxWa-LenUqVzNj1AxHQxGbAsGucmy7d6nfOHX21R2MSmEe1_PHwd33-MqnWcTJEC1KIimnURUYswGyrMSFvY/s1600-h/Hanson+015.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/AVvXsEjs9hZyYZz0d1QmSAezT0R_0T-T9ZBINpRTNuGBAufM0ZQAanpGAVIGdLezxWa-LenUqVzNj1AxHQxGbAsGucmy7d6nfOHX21R2MSmEe1_PHwd33-MqnWcTJEC1KIimnURUYswGyrMSFvY/s320/Hanson+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404455405611459522" /></a><br />Now that you've read this whole post and looked at all my pictures, go ahead....let the jokes begin! :)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-72700977540473822082009-11-10T08:02:00.000-08:002009-11-10T08:22:02.256-08:00An Unusual BirthdayIts no fun being sick. But whats worse...being sick on your birthday! Last week I got a sinus infection, which I've gotten at least once a year since I moved to Arizona. I desperatly wanted to get rid of it in time for my birthday but to my dismay, I didn't.<br /><br />Mondays are my day off so I spent my birthday watching season 3 of Heroes. Kirk surprised me by coming home at noon with flowers, a card and my favorite root beer. He is so sweet!I felt bad for him because I think he wanted to spend some time with me but he came home to find me blowing out boggies and hacking up mucus. Sexy, I know. <br /><br />But sick or not, I was not gonna miss my annual birthday dinner at Joe's BBQ. Mmmm... I know your jealous! We go there twice a year, once for my birthday and once for Kirks. Its the best BBQ joint in Arizona! So I held in my sickness for one night of pure food heaven! But all that holding in came out when we got home and I felt sicker than ever! Oh, I hate being sick! <br /><br />And to top it all off, my birthday present is happening tonight. I told Kirk all I wanted was a ticket to a concert. Which concert you say? Only the best band in the world! HANSON!! Yep, I'm talking about the teenie-boppin' boy band! Oh man, I'm so excited! If only I wasn't so dang sick still!!! Ugh! Well, you know the drill now, I'm gonna suck it up for one magical night of re-living my teenage fantasies! And in case you're worried...I'll have a special blog dedicated to Hanson! :)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-78370712529432083742009-11-01T12:43:00.000-08:002009-11-01T15:21:18.662-08:00Halloween at Work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoIyChLU8UoD3pGZ22j7aXVsEAQgEaYFBvTeVtw3MD6VTLfQcNHCEcskVP3sQMbjW-M5WkMiyl4bUVNEiZgSJNATi0GqyVnpgxOOemyJcDJBc28fIta0Y-lvPvbCIcNcUs-46Q826do8/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoIyChLU8UoD3pGZ22j7aXVsEAQgEaYFBvTeVtw3MD6VTLfQcNHCEcskVP3sQMbjW-M5WkMiyl4bUVNEiZgSJNATi0GqyVnpgxOOemyJcDJBc28fIta0Y-lvPvbCIcNcUs-46Q826do8/s320/Halloween+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279285299682146" /></a><br />We can't forget about Halloween. At work, we definatly didn't. Although Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, well, its my least favorite actually, I agreed to dress up with the other gals at work. Our theme was Miss America. We all dressed up as Miss America contestants. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYyOGUFY-m-vkLKwJ7VfzDEo_NEM_YJEm1l-byy-fSrS0Ckftxi3dVopZEQj2yQC8wCUm8dGJYum7uTLjMmBTe2P7jZr1mb5kALaRyazDn52jHL2TjrbxjbAGpBjQ5mqOQlsCBhBw29g/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+010.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/AVvXsEhEYyOGUFY-m-vkLKwJ7VfzDEo_NEM_YJEm1l-byy-fSrS0Ckftxi3dVopZEQj2yQC8wCUm8dGJYum7uTLjMmBTe2P7jZr1mb5kALaRyazDn52jHL2TjrbxjbAGpBjQ5mqOQlsCBhBw29g/s320/Halloween+2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399240643647827746" /></a><br />I was Miss Texas, of course. We also had Miss Hawaii, Miss Iowa, Miss New York, Miss Michigan, Miss Pennsylvania and last but not least Miss Ryanne. Now, I know what your thinking...there's no state called Ryanne. And you're right. One of the gals decided to dress up as another gal that works with me just for fun. She overdid some of her features and even had a blond wig. Needless to say, we had a good time working. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyU-gXCf6E9eFYagew-RDk5fSBx93q4m1XNP2-zZqYKGI3v7yVUa5Wb7AdCADzWGaf6kD92x9oYNwNXs0Li9U088CiErA3R8n0YBzlxwV8fIFbOtJ1G9800XPMF_6UqkxL_wtSE9xxFGA/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+006.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/AVvXsEiyU-gXCf6E9eFYagew-RDk5fSBx93q4m1XNP2-zZqYKGI3v7yVUa5Wb7AdCADzWGaf6kD92x9oYNwNXs0Li9U088CiErA3R8n0YBzlxwV8fIFbOtJ1G9800XPMF_6UqkxL_wtSE9xxFGA/s320/Halloween+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278755465240818" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-62155562311827112912009-10-30T19:12:00.000-07:002009-10-30T19:37:10.982-07:00Another Great Loss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkC9QmazBpujfeC3yT9rOR5LN_MZ5fAE-sN07Cwe7WX7kE82K-dnxVLTpm9igm1F6PimdIuTbwNtuz2GJ_ZfKOqLzFyKvrhQzk3iP0AWILrDU44cbuIALSqacMsy_3SMEV0Xoi8RW_aHs/s1600-h/Eric1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkC9QmazBpujfeC3yT9rOR5LN_MZ5fAE-sN07Cwe7WX7kE82K-dnxVLTpm9igm1F6PimdIuTbwNtuz2GJ_ZfKOqLzFyKvrhQzk3iP0AWILrDU44cbuIALSqacMsy_3SMEV0Xoi8RW_aHs/s320/Eric1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398586508338201762" /></a><br />Last weekend we had another tragic loss in our family. My uncle Eric ended his life; he was only 39. It came as a big shock to me, of course, and I had a really hard time dealing with and accepting this loss. All the other people I have known to pass away were either really old or sick. But not Eric. He was in great shape and very young. As I went up to the funeral, I prayed and prayed to gain the knowledge and peace I had been looking for. And I found it, in my Grandpa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOHB98iEe3cXSPlgbPw4DzMu_HI81OQaotUqGcWln58ImCGiIPz_XewxyDkUWVBIBkBp_PebooqD0Zck0Hf3ZtyFu15FxFMM0ryEP3wjQwxkJ8Cu7gdJZWn6X7PHiaD7RUdrVuTXQ6PA/s1600-h/Utah+013.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/AVvXsEhNOHB98iEe3cXSPlgbPw4DzMu_HI81OQaotUqGcWln58ImCGiIPz_XewxyDkUWVBIBkBp_PebooqD0Zck0Hf3ZtyFu15FxFMM0ryEP3wjQwxkJ8Cu7gdJZWn6X7PHiaD7RUdrVuTXQ6PA/s320/Utah+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585618678217378" /></a><br />My Grandpa is a very smart man. He, almost immediatly, found peace with what happened. He has been a strong rock to our family during this difficult time. He told me that Heavenly Father has a place for all of his children. He never forgets them and He knows them, inside and out. Heavenly Father knows what kind of a man my uncle was and the good intentions he had. He knows that Eric struggled with alot of things he couldn't control. He also has a plan for each of his children, that I know more than anything.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYQ4nc-BpjBNm3vAZsseXTewAg945B0cLiyaH-Zf_pdO-ko96VCaDgQjoFn-uDpdkZ8lWfaa7C5VCqfKTVIzn2KwaKF9yX4leKZyFkrSLZvpzVtLvbFdKgxTNjIqCZDXry1Dg9Oue36U/s1600-h/Eric+and+Family+042.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/AVvXsEjWYQ4nc-BpjBNm3vAZsseXTewAg945B0cLiyaH-Zf_pdO-ko96VCaDgQjoFn-uDpdkZ8lWfaa7C5VCqfKTVIzn2KwaKF9yX4leKZyFkrSLZvpzVtLvbFdKgxTNjIqCZDXry1Dg9Oue36U/s320/Eric+and+Family+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398584807940041106" /></a><br />I know without a doubt that he is with his loved ones, my Grandma and his big sister he never met on Earth. I know that he is being taught and I hope that he accepts it. I have a feeling he will. I know that if I live worthy in this life, I will have the opportunity to at least see him again. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwVQ5dWgkIPjA1dfplC-bfV6mn_b2n0B5LcjAMwWtKeN2dzOzwxZoxI7bR3SsK12mQ8oY3CLEuY2FUp1wce8czyYHEntnQFg3MxYk9-BbhEK13e_rRmZEGDZ6pATaIWz4LnF3AMzI0Yw/s1600-h/Grandpa+Spencers+Funeral+002.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/AVvXsEgTwVQ5dWgkIPjA1dfplC-bfV6mn_b2n0B5LcjAMwWtKeN2dzOzwxZoxI7bR3SsK12mQ8oY3CLEuY2FUp1wce8czyYHEntnQFg3MxYk9-BbhEK13e_rRmZEGDZ6pATaIWz4LnF3AMzI0Yw/s320/Grandpa+Spencers+Funeral+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585123898978386" /></a><br />I will always remember when my quiet and reserved uncle burst into song on the way to the airport singing 'Knowing me, Knowing you' by ABBA. And how safe I felt when he took me on a motorcycle ride; he was so proud of that bike! He was such a great uncle and I will love him forever. I'll miss you, Uncle Eric! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_6WiHRFajdnBLC2uj-EBO-Pt5CVWN_k4FkakrABiyCoQnatHdAzw_h-06fUQwTFc8cBkDhVyOMugYKTWUXFRy_lUmuhHtAyym6WqSyeJYmznDyfDi_pM_criqR-6WXF7vfD8Bpc1yNw/s1600-h/Grandpa+Spencers+Funeral+003.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/AVvXsEhO_6WiHRFajdnBLC2uj-EBO-Pt5CVWN_k4FkakrABiyCoQnatHdAzw_h-06fUQwTFc8cBkDhVyOMugYKTWUXFRy_lUmuhHtAyym6WqSyeJYmznDyfDi_pM_criqR-6WXF7vfD8Bpc1yNw/s320/Grandpa+Spencers+Funeral+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398587550728376194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uMesM1_OJiy2ycx2FPArpMgDvgtoTE7CvxRX7tfPw-6G66DfbRU3zZ_tqmVFD9x3hwJD5Q9P5S3-nWpOBzLmoP5Mt2r7ONZplk6niH56U3T9BpVb15oHjCEkY6ubudEneOTY0rCtOuw/s1600-h/eric.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/AVvXsEh4uMesM1_OJiy2ycx2FPArpMgDvgtoTE7CvxRX7tfPw-6G66DfbRU3zZ_tqmVFD9x3hwJD5Q9P5S3-nWpOBzLmoP5Mt2r7ONZplk6niH56U3T9BpVb15oHjCEkY6ubudEneOTY0rCtOuw/s320/eric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585406558498850" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-84630388866777532342009-10-23T19:22:00.000-07:002009-10-23T19:42:44.951-07:00iTri....Literally<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMWCKi5O9Z8bbrKhrUZS-q5Lde2aZW2DxQwzL8AA_45JpRfwnv-32IFWi9igzYVF_5N79iyNA8cu_yzAlmGoe4ZgAHU12fg5SXBLWNZyVjCwZPSXj6Ye14I2aSnXQLQBVIUMeQHMlWlU/s1600-h/itri.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMWCKi5O9Z8bbrKhrUZS-q5Lde2aZW2DxQwzL8AA_45JpRfwnv-32IFWi9igzYVF_5N79iyNA8cu_yzAlmGoe4ZgAHU12fg5SXBLWNZyVjCwZPSXj6Ye14I2aSnXQLQBVIUMeQHMlWlU/s320/itri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395991415118156690" /></a><br />I guess I should make a post about the triathalon, since its been a week. I have to say that I've had mixed feelings about how I did. Don't get me wrong or anything, I had fun. Really... I had fun swimming till I was out of breath, biking till my legs felt like they would fall off and running almost until the point of heat exhaustion. Its amazing what the human body can do. I hope that 30, 40 even 50 years down the line, I can keep my body healthy so I can accomplish something just as great. I'd recommend competing in a triathalon to anyone. <br /><br />Mentally, I think I could have done better. I knew going into the race that I wouldn't come anywhere near to first place. Once I got there, everyone was so pumped and ready to go. They all had so much energy. I felt like I just wanted to get this thing over with. I had no energy, no matter how much I tried. Not a good attitude. I think I would have done alot better if I had the same excited, or dare I say, giddy attitude that everyone else did. When we were all done, I didn't want to talk to anyone or be around anyone because I was so mentally drained from, well, myself. <br /><br />But....I FINISHED the race. That's what matters. I didn't do horrible and I didn't finish last. It's a great accomplishment to say that you've done a triathalon. And now I can check that off my 'Life's To-Do List.' Well, I really don't have one of those, but if I did, that would have been on it! <br /><br />I do want to give a special shout out to my wonderful hubby, Kirk. He is so supportive of everything I do. I don't think I could have done this without him. He ran with me the whole time. He was SO great!<br /><br />Anyways, here's some highlight pictures of race day.<br />Getting ready to start swimming<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEatn6TrHeFlfEsG_yPTjHzbSuCZUoiCXu4oU17IsmBI8wsOBtC9_1l98-Y2E4Lmv4X16IJuGneo0-Xavj6vNuTNnspfEWBxIYy59dmwUtpPwo_fV_-tl9AvZidV36-kIORn54qEZdzIs/s1600-h/Santan+Triathalon+006.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/AVvXsEiEatn6TrHeFlfEsG_yPTjHzbSuCZUoiCXu4oU17IsmBI8wsOBtC9_1l98-Y2E4Lmv4X16IJuGneo0-Xavj6vNuTNnspfEWBxIYy59dmwUtpPwo_fV_-tl9AvZidV36-kIORn54qEZdzIs/s320/Santan+Triathalon+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395990064508570866" /></a><br />Transitioning to the bike<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hCrjjmt4vBpipD7Rl2S7vrmptN2YU9GFcKTzPbl6YXYwLitk5YFzjJ3jTKvCyfOg2MydoFXf3nEBoqrBAGOPLJDYrycx9zA7Aof6BExWf3DQ3IFR2FpxDZU-yN76iQ_nQugONJTIyqE/s1600-h/Santan+Triathalon+012.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/AVvXsEg-hCrjjmt4vBpipD7Rl2S7vrmptN2YU9GFcKTzPbl6YXYwLitk5YFzjJ3jTKvCyfOg2MydoFXf3nEBoqrBAGOPLJDYrycx9zA7Aof6BExWf3DQ3IFR2FpxDZU-yN76iQ_nQugONJTIyqE/s320/Santan+Triathalon+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395990352392380802" /></a><br />Dana and I running to the finish line<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa2AkvnJP2YlCViiz04vlHDmH6chaQ41E0kAVBIFG5CHBsyCtVBubsNz5yEvpaEEfm7TmBhHBu-twVy1XCMjPHQwK4wnbfoR3PbCR7VIwKS2XXCEU5ZRK9G4-J3OhEk6na5gb5Dpzz3c/s1600-h/Santan+Triathalon+017.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/AVvXsEhRa2AkvnJP2YlCViiz04vlHDmH6chaQ41E0kAVBIFG5CHBsyCtVBubsNz5yEvpaEEfm7TmBhHBu-twVy1XCMjPHQwK4wnbfoR3PbCR7VIwKS2XXCEU5ZRK9G4-J3OhEk6na5gb5Dpzz3c/s320/Santan+Triathalon+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395990698885171010" /></a><br />This is my favorite picture...Me DONE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGibaIT04MLmtTXwmzyDDTguqfBbB3oXmCpMXFokEnh7sa7AFMNJAlE3IlyWzAA9LCOebiofllpFS3xlWBuCfDh8OkqtCNJd7-dboQZ7P-u8HfVM9vxivwfFcjgIHY5g1XBKWd3aCsm0/s1600-h/Santan+Triathalon+021.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/AVvXsEiFGibaIT04MLmtTXwmzyDDTguqfBbB3oXmCpMXFokEnh7sa7AFMNJAlE3IlyWzAA9LCOebiofllpFS3xlWBuCfDh8OkqtCNJd7-dboQZ7P-u8HfVM9vxivwfFcjgIHY5g1XBKWd3aCsm0/s320/Santan+Triathalon+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395991032974768738" /></a><br />Most of the people who competed<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEaFaH5Wc8xBgkLOOtzXYVTltOxK7KyAfEJdLEyLhPJaVYuz3Aa_Jy984OObDBF_y8gkZqLe3PJUMyXfRHsppJVa4Jw6AMLGW2XIZTUanf2BnpCGbSXdMjgy7HQlOv7LYogbe-MjBdf4/s1600-h/Santan+Triathalon+023.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/AVvXsEgBEaFaH5Wc8xBgkLOOtzXYVTltOxK7KyAfEJdLEyLhPJaVYuz3Aa_Jy984OObDBF_y8gkZqLe3PJUMyXfRHsppJVa4Jw6AMLGW2XIZTUanf2BnpCGbSXdMjgy7HQlOv7LYogbe-MjBdf4/s320/Santan+Triathalon+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395991288926590018" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-18305032455265054832009-10-02T15:58:00.000-07:002009-10-02T16:17:36.998-07:00We'll Love You Forever, Grandpa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0gLfKP6hezCmEZ9toPuEhEaqzkR6vGurwDG_Tw8baCmgTd_blXvkGEJQN-BucuNHl9fPSJ6pxjlB1R8Go3Mi9aPThyphenhyphenbW-dWUc5BqLuagta4J3v4aE-Lwk2eLxiTTWkuGJtB4gPf7KIc/s1600-h/grandpa+spencer.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/AVvXsEhW0gLfKP6hezCmEZ9toPuEhEaqzkR6vGurwDG_Tw8baCmgTd_blXvkGEJQN-BucuNHl9fPSJ6pxjlB1R8Go3Mi9aPThyphenhyphenbW-dWUc5BqLuagta4J3v4aE-Lwk2eLxiTTWkuGJtB4gPf7KIc/s320/grandpa+spencer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388145769112502546" /></a><br />Last week, Kirk's Grandpa Spencer passed away. He suffered much in the last couple years of his life so while its sad for us that he's gone, its comforting to know he's no longer in pain. <br /><br />During our time in Utah surrounded by family and friends, I got to learn alot more about this amazing man. Having only been in the family for 5 years, (most of which he was in and out of the hospital) I didn't know him all that well. I now know that he was a jokster. He loved teasing and playing practical jokes on everyone. One cousin recalled a story about how while she was in the bathroom he changed her milk to buttermilk and laughed so hard when she came back and tasted it! He also loved clocks. I think Grandma said there were about 20 some-odd clocks in their house, alot of which were coo-coo clocks. Grandpa also liked to play games. His favorite, and the one he's most famous for playing is Greed. Grandpa's kids each threw in a die with the casket, in memory. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZTgrwv_ZbZTy5m5XKkGChzxD9m_IGGuFDF4roJQ3LiSpMzBgHBGeXQBRdHBFWWyMzEP-aD7Yk_sv0Np9MAnaeCgOKEYjNGneXUfnalBPs9Qo_bSVdp6B70LI9Cry7gStg5yyw-qMwxY/s1600-h/gpa+spencer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZTgrwv_ZbZTy5m5XKkGChzxD9m_IGGuFDF4roJQ3LiSpMzBgHBGeXQBRdHBFWWyMzEP-aD7Yk_sv0Np9MAnaeCgOKEYjNGneXUfnalBPs9Qo_bSVdp6B70LI9Cry7gStg5yyw-qMwxY/s320/gpa+spencer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388145637665216450" /></a><br />I'm grateful to know that we will see him again. I feel so blessed to be a part of the Spencer family. And also that they treat me as if I've been with them for eons. Heavenly Father does have a plan for each of us. He knows when we've finished our work here on earth and when we are needed more on the other side. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidcd8WILGDRbphXUoBb2LtgwTcV-QV5OLSRxUo8eVdSS-B0kRtzeL4014ZuEvIIl8GWGjVqNcqeFXPUfzXrsl3FecRZBxTTUDm6Q1LmxnWt4dS9NRlEfm6zl_gidgPcZkQk0kr7dn0yg/s1600-h/gpa+spencer+and+lisa.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/AVvXsEiidcd8WILGDRbphXUoBb2LtgwTcV-QV5OLSRxUo8eVdSS-B0kRtzeL4014ZuEvIIl8GWGjVqNcqeFXPUfzXrsl3FecRZBxTTUDm6Q1LmxnWt4dS9NRlEfm6zl_gidgPcZkQk0kr7dn0yg/s320/gpa+spencer+and+lisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388145519923341042" /></a><br />Here are a few pictures of our time together with family and friends as we celebrated the life of Norman Darwin Spencer. We love you, Grandpa!texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-51825219245927892702009-10-02T15:57:00.001-07:002009-10-02T15:57:52.877-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NDUyMjAwNzczNCZwdD*xMjU*NTI*MjY4MjM*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yYjIxZTk*ZGU5ZDM*NjJmOGE5OGFlMzRiZTdhZTJmMCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w329.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/0fe5d7f1.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/texas_princess1109/?action=view¤t=0fe5d7f1.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-43478094491590280992009-09-15T11:39:00.000-07:002009-09-15T11:57:52.726-07:00UtahThis weekend Kirk, Dana Badger and I drove up to Utah to participate in a family fun run. The weekend started out great! We had a relaxing dinner on Friday night with family and friends and got tons of rest for the run on Saturday. Dana was AMAZING! She ran a half marathon and was the first out of all the girls to get back. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyudojk97chlHIsu8pPyiK2m8a19Z_znayJyyXLVYhoWzQFFBUTcb8iLlLrRTTSMtOCXd_ZesNEySYxQHOjkjK2cQ3vrZh00tAUjEd2naQc4C1KTBSBuEP2KG7z4D_GyOcbcYG_uvHTvc/s1600-h/Frisbee+003.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/AVvXsEgyudojk97chlHIsu8pPyiK2m8a19Z_znayJyyXLVYhoWzQFFBUTcb8iLlLrRTTSMtOCXd_ZesNEySYxQHOjkjK2cQ3vrZh00tAUjEd2naQc4C1KTBSBuEP2KG7z4D_GyOcbcYG_uvHTvc/s320/Frisbee+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767742939438882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuF-SJAk1f5YM6HSrTDbGa1cUgGmBibVbWku5fIuVFEI5RfmnQSXsnGiGoi9YEd_XLJEgaNibfT4n0D0RpcdtvtBkFyPC9Ba3erg4lEhYgtHhVex1wGhSsNBNe1U1PA-O2AC_HmAu8io/s1600-h/Frisbee+008.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/AVvXsEipuF-SJAk1f5YM6HSrTDbGa1cUgGmBibVbWku5fIuVFEI5RfmnQSXsnGiGoi9YEd_XLJEgaNibfT4n0D0RpcdtvtBkFyPC9Ba3erg4lEhYgtHhVex1wGhSsNBNe1U1PA-O2AC_HmAu8io/s320/Frisbee+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767971361661170" /></a><br />On my 5k, I came in second place! Go me! Ok, I guess I should tell the rest of that story. I only came in second out of 5 people, two were walking and one got lost. LOL!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2Ki2YL4A9z2vqnUkaLMorPY8ClaWx06uKTHn9bmGHoD2CHS1n4WG4YXZiEM8pc1V5-1u6lYEfw38irlDhl-8gfmsmGZRtmWx6S9LJoxjBc0l9VyPtTv4-lPOz9FJFoSyNSRrPO1U1-k/s1600-h/Frisbee+009.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/AVvXsEhn2Ki2YL4A9z2vqnUkaLMorPY8ClaWx06uKTHn9bmGHoD2CHS1n4WG4YXZiEM8pc1V5-1u6lYEfw38irlDhl-8gfmsmGZRtmWx6S9LJoxjBc0l9VyPtTv4-lPOz9FJFoSyNSRrPO1U1-k/s320/Frisbee+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768169596662258" /></a><br />That afternoon we were still feeling like a million bucks (even Dana) so we went with my sister Jennifer and my BFF Erika to the Womens Expo. Erika says I take the most random and dumb pictures ever cause I never tell people when I'm gonna take a picture. But, hey, thats the way I like it! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCEinoHz7bWCGfWi9FmlEkaqskk33pqBeMrIzhAvVnwcyuaycV4p5-u0DUNdpD6HVMZq9SUoUYiVEJkrV0Z9ALEEV59Iv4MILj_cnXSUgxao9qdeQmfuqV_-yjdWaSJipYEGm3fD3v4E/s1600-h/Frisbee+018.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/AVvXsEhfCEinoHz7bWCGfWi9FmlEkaqskk33pqBeMrIzhAvVnwcyuaycV4p5-u0DUNdpD6HVMZq9SUoUYiVEJkrV0Z9ALEEV59Iv4MILj_cnXSUgxao9qdeQmfuqV_-yjdWaSJipYEGm3fD3v4E/s320/Frisbee+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381769480612610898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMajykiTXqaokkAYAsIq3JRcaMV9iXqSEMh1Z9ctBKcEJ3HexfDZWHiUHO5-9pYPyiix8jOrNENPRb-YlrZ-qyfvNV9b9Fsc4_XNMVyUE2D8WLF8BsTb1OeMulrcwI5l5LBkLhMc4icI/s1600-h/Frisbee+016.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/AVvXsEiJMajykiTXqaokkAYAsIq3JRcaMV9iXqSEMh1Z9ctBKcEJ3HexfDZWHiUHO5-9pYPyiix8jOrNENPRb-YlrZ-qyfvNV9b9Fsc4_XNMVyUE2D8WLF8BsTb1OeMulrcwI5l5LBkLhMc4icI/s320/Frisbee+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381769055288235346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35C5sAXSzYdBcqaqITJ74f8hSzyEYPnr9-ZiFoObP0J_9eVV9kBCji998qwCfbuXVSDX0Hjy2SBwebrUX4jH32aMMqRuhYgX70xKGeWusVxp3EM2La6Ciu8pg614nUekQ_TUBy94WIus/s1600-h/Frisbee+015.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/AVvXsEi35C5sAXSzYdBcqaqITJ74f8hSzyEYPnr9-ZiFoObP0J_9eVV9kBCji998qwCfbuXVSDX0Hjy2SBwebrUX4jH32aMMqRuhYgX70xKGeWusVxp3EM2La6Ciu8pg614nUekQ_TUBy94WIus/s320/Frisbee+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768858649533090" /></a><br /><br />Now, the weekend goes down hill. Saturday night rolls around and I'm starting to feel a little weird. All night this goes on and even until Sunday night. Kirk then got sick Sunday afternoon. Poor, poor Dana who had to hang out with sick people and strange family she didn't even know. What a trooper! Our drive home Monday was tough for me. I was still feeling a little queasy but Kirk was ok. <br /><br />Don't worry, cause Tuesday is a new day and I am all better now! I slept in my own bed for 11 magnificent hours and now I'm ready to get back to work! Here are some more random pictures from our weekend...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9ky2Dsvvm0UzvgXIAalXDZq1YU1O49zqsxsGxDLRkd0lGKeQeXRUOWKuhqzlQdSCH_X9Tm01vnJ1XlZ6FVjMG8oTEckcCrgyP5zpCWiALzTSrSZQ9Ji5aLe-LbJCdFiURyjBzUJhVRE/s1600-h/Frisbee+004.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/AVvXsEga9ky2Dsvvm0UzvgXIAalXDZq1YU1O49zqsxsGxDLRkd0lGKeQeXRUOWKuhqzlQdSCH_X9Tm01vnJ1XlZ6FVjMG8oTEckcCrgyP5zpCWiALzTSrSZQ9Ji5aLe-LbJCdFiURyjBzUJhVRE/s320/Frisbee+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768369402607874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCfGoC989d5X7XlrALbxCMaKcXFhMevBfWA1ewzT9msJO6hl43v1yzQIdNbghNL5RsgHMbt4THRGjgJcoqqabtn4YHbRPb_WCOPKFnty53dAfOCRmLDaEhX0s6vcPAIOyH30ME5PLevA/s1600-h/Frisbee+013.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/AVvXsEhuCfGoC989d5X7XlrALbxCMaKcXFhMevBfWA1ewzT9msJO6hl43v1yzQIdNbghNL5RsgHMbt4THRGjgJcoqqabtn4YHbRPb_WCOPKFnty53dAfOCRmLDaEhX0s6vcPAIOyH30ME5PLevA/s320/Frisbee+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768647504487602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaT7M4NA4p4_jdQ3TBxYj1ZHSV4Km4Yr5zHPyNMf4kZW4rnHeckr2mDfjqiJPONnjXKhFWaXjE7MmJqQpEGyWYGJhdCQXxcu8e_hH-xTNHoafjIQe9GgXx35KifimtqzKDhzUYWhoYxDQ/s1600-h/Utah+001.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/AVvXsEgaT7M4NA4p4_jdQ3TBxYj1ZHSV4Km4Yr5zHPyNMf4kZW4rnHeckr2mDfjqiJPONnjXKhFWaXjE7MmJqQpEGyWYGJhdCQXxcu8e_hH-xTNHoafjIQe9GgXx35KifimtqzKDhzUYWhoYxDQ/s320/Utah+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381770117001384738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoO4YK7rpmnnzzBiIyaRqiigSrAZrBBKH7AJVEf_pJ8NRPMAFklBWEvRD3HjlWHStqQQcPLy38vIlWj-46bMhjly-TcdczkuEOmu2R_VlitTe2WrFJGWmptE7j7fSOO0UhhhAIdXkdEw8/s1600-h/Frisbee+021.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/AVvXsEhoO4YK7rpmnnzzBiIyaRqiigSrAZrBBKH7AJVEf_pJ8NRPMAFklBWEvRD3HjlWHStqQQcPLy38vIlWj-46bMhjly-TcdczkuEOmu2R_VlitTe2WrFJGWmptE7j7fSOO0UhhhAIdXkdEw8/s320/Frisbee+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381770040784709074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjq0VtZugslslXkXpVDD0gL3qlsQLLOUtBnz8RauEmshL6Pir2xZ8VePGhuiOBrnKcd62ttcKhN01gb90ClZhkH_Sqo7rlghJoEPeWzmKRUcEpmsldE3yPJkHNFAvlk6TGZ4zy-54cI0/s1600-h/Utah+002.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/AVvXsEjtjq0VtZugslslXkXpVDD0gL3qlsQLLOUtBnz8RauEmshL6Pir2xZ8VePGhuiOBrnKcd62ttcKhN01gb90ClZhkH_Sqo7rlghJoEPeWzmKRUcEpmsldE3yPJkHNFAvlk6TGZ4zy-54cI0/s320/Utah+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381769622412271730" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-57944579504457626022009-09-09T08:22:00.001-07:002009-09-09T08:33:38.620-07:00Silly-HeadsHere's the scenerio... Its Friday night, you just watched a crappy movie, you need better entertainment...what do you do? Play frisbee!!! Well, my silly husband and his friend, Charlie start tossing a frisbee (cloth, not plastic) around and the thought occured to them, 'I wonder if we can catch this in our mouths like dogs do.' And the fun commences....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr288_m4T3vsyly-bb_akQKeCuNdGZ7F2cN0OjjGD4Kq6AwP10md0_QKbZGDZ6xjfKPfuddzC072q9peq8T6CX4TUx47mgCKstu1hIyM9fpAefVC3QmcRJjGe0lrQw1wVWXEizrn5erfY/s1600-h/Frisbee+005.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/AVvXsEgr288_m4T3vsyly-bb_akQKeCuNdGZ7F2cN0OjjGD4Kq6AwP10md0_QKbZGDZ6xjfKPfuddzC072q9peq8T6CX4TUx47mgCKstu1hIyM9fpAefVC3QmcRJjGe0lrQw1wVWXEizrn5erfY/s320/Frisbee+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379489386812872722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVox30g5sbflzCdIf4Cz050uO9AO2ttQ1or_sck9-wYcvMSnfxCZz3gUpkGrcsi8cM8jmFIV5eWSVzjNmEaiDtLOni5CXmatCzyAHoFZw8zVm-D7y_NclVy0TTC_VTs_xaxQ7mO5ED3k4/s1600-h/Frisbee+006.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/AVvXsEjVox30g5sbflzCdIf4Cz050uO9AO2ttQ1or_sck9-wYcvMSnfxCZz3gUpkGrcsi8cM8jmFIV5eWSVzjNmEaiDtLOni5CXmatCzyAHoFZw8zVm-D7y_NclVy0TTC_VTs_xaxQ7mO5ED3k4/s320/Frisbee+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379489208243344370" /></a><br />Meanwhile, Melissa and I are looking at each other thinking...'what the... what just happened here?'<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYcmaLldtCof2ewSSAQQ3Ost5SMjUYWaugwmMJhTbhSzArfQ3b-u-SOgKW90To3dwDRSBEkV69VkPb018EHoMa-2OA2LfbWSP7xncx59uqlIUe1Ysdh-qfdMMSdDBovGveQBrGwhc0GM/s1600-h/Frisbee+013.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/AVvXsEjtYcmaLldtCof2ewSSAQQ3Ost5SMjUYWaugwmMJhTbhSzArfQ3b-u-SOgKW90To3dwDRSBEkV69VkPb018EHoMa-2OA2LfbWSP7xncx59uqlIUe1Ysdh-qfdMMSdDBovGveQBrGwhc0GM/s320/Frisbee+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490320678787938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpK5vSNNfEN966rvp3mZDhWYJILs6OiQSDdWXQYXhchMGid9gA0z5dvw2dWsSbds51SyNiJJChys-7w3iNBhFSu4kQHN36-XYw1IlAxVv7xywe07RjesSqxsAsGAAEi27FukmRgV9aIk/s1600-h/Frisbee+008.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/AVvXsEjIpK5vSNNfEN966rvp3mZDhWYJILs6OiQSDdWXQYXhchMGid9gA0z5dvw2dWsSbds51SyNiJJChys-7w3iNBhFSu4kQHN36-XYw1IlAxVv7xywe07RjesSqxsAsGAAEi27FukmRgV9aIk/s320/Frisbee+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490163011140914" /></a><br />Oh but, they did impress us. Here are the champs, who mastered the art of 'catching a frisbee in the mouth.' Who's the smart one now, dog? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9C6ugbmKOX0GZtOFDs01zwfux4F3dw3PuElkTeZtdBJ-x2dQ_Ff4XGJvESslCNzlDvg3FKSqjviJ4mpQHcu_rIyG8t7RL-QiXzQUozdxTQT6toYZNWH7Okpf46z3wMjnKUsyLNyVpszY/s1600-h/Frisbee+011.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/AVvXsEi9C6ugbmKOX0GZtOFDs01zwfux4F3dw3PuElkTeZtdBJ-x2dQ_Ff4XGJvESslCNzlDvg3FKSqjviJ4mpQHcu_rIyG8t7RL-QiXzQUozdxTQT6toYZNWH7Okpf46z3wMjnKUsyLNyVpszY/s320/Frisbee+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490927025259922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOyiBiTWPtoJfb9R6qGR0ZZ0JdG3-QHcxofy0-SwiJnIe5OV32JiPCpCMrrcTB8e6IvbB7jjfF5HbRCRTNkkUuy_knmgojRPtVzWMK4Apogpb4oWErSyPhm4Vu267wsYMvJvXY-IzJ7c/s1600-h/Frisbee+015.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/AVvXsEggOyiBiTWPtoJfb9R6qGR0ZZ0JdG3-QHcxofy0-SwiJnIe5OV32JiPCpCMrrcTB8e6IvbB7jjfF5HbRCRTNkkUuy_knmgojRPtVzWMK4Apogpb4oWErSyPhm4Vu267wsYMvJvXY-IzJ7c/s320/Frisbee+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490763557611826" /></a>texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-54239016869259764012009-08-28T16:24:00.000-07:002009-08-28T16:30:04.948-07:00Bored Days at WorkThis week has been so incredibly boring at work! Here's what I've been up to:<br />Working on Seek-n-Finds. Interestingly enough, this one was all about Laura! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF35ViD6oi2ktcIYefv_eIU5hWh-oC3MehA_3IHDbRBVOZU2IfwLXf-OTx0vPV0rRa8UqFZT3VU-Nhl6JpA5sVGRJDaAbPZi6BdJPelV_vyo4MZvq1doApFzW_cUzXyuhBe3SL45UVPOU/s1600-h/Me+001.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/AVvXsEgF35ViD6oi2ktcIYefv_eIU5hWh-oC3MehA_3IHDbRBVOZU2IfwLXf-OTx0vPV0rRa8UqFZT3VU-Nhl6JpA5sVGRJDaAbPZi6BdJPelV_vyo4MZvq1doApFzW_cUzXyuhBe3SL45UVPOU/s320/Me+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375160038895056226" /></a><br />Coloring my hair....again! This is what happens alot, actually. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRj9gBP2_pHeul-BjkGoaCOT2y0uLqkPKQdu7mMbYZq5l4kD4S3kBfY82eCv_-oSW0ouTQU-BaLCZPE6zRal1XvUJcNQeUGQdI2JM-5eHZRnpop4FU5CpB1I36lUYUQMIVwZU7VjGLbl4/s1600-h/Me+002.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/AVvXsEgRj9gBP2_pHeul-BjkGoaCOT2y0uLqkPKQdu7mMbYZq5l4kD4S3kBfY82eCv_-oSW0ouTQU-BaLCZPE6zRal1XvUJcNQeUGQdI2JM-5eHZRnpop4FU5CpB1I36lUYUQMIVwZU7VjGLbl4/s320/Me+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375160473719792402" /></a><br />Well, I hope next week will be a little busier. After all, we're having a promotional contest so I hope you all come see me! (Its a chemical re-constructor for only $15!)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-37944124329709876302009-08-18T09:33:00.000-07:002009-08-18T09:39:59.662-07:00My Day with AvaYesterday I got to spend the day with one of my favorite little gals, Ava Udy. I consider her (and all the Udy kids) my nieces (and nephew). So, during our day together, we went to my work for a meeting (which totally sucked for me but Ava was an angel the whole time), then we went out to lunch with my friend Tara. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26Sh1iBado6oHnn6KloloETwYXxC1U_yirhYzgxhUCKzxoo8viCMLqPmK6BFIHefkCcTAp5Qbv5aHJi_e821NkUP6hjGYNCmo8Khg9hiKK7sc04BuMRUP9uu67JEspaYhNVh6XRAE9fo/s1600-h/Ava+001.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/AVvXsEg26Sh1iBado6oHnn6KloloETwYXxC1U_yirhYzgxhUCKzxoo8viCMLqPmK6BFIHefkCcTAp5Qbv5aHJi_e821NkUP6hjGYNCmo8Khg9hiKK7sc04BuMRUP9uu67JEspaYhNVh6XRAE9fo/s320/Ava+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371344297070799202" /></a><br />We ate at PF Changs. Ava played with her chopsticks as sissors and her yellow crayon as her cell phone. Every time the phone rang at the restaurant, Ava would say "shh, ma phone is ringing." It was so funny! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVrKYBh3RUArpHjwlwskhiWrWyQf4k7UhWdlueVQbVkvI44VZuw4wpREctOg-ZUmdLzRPibdEA_FmmuMaBKrixEDTIDgi2cPFoMmfq03b7KIHx-v47SRP1FursX1KXKymsD8eLyUwVsI/s1600-h/Ava+002.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/AVvXsEifVrKYBh3RUArpHjwlwskhiWrWyQf4k7UhWdlueVQbVkvI44VZuw4wpREctOg-ZUmdLzRPibdEA_FmmuMaBKrixEDTIDgi2cPFoMmfq03b7KIHx-v47SRP1FursX1KXKymsD8eLyUwVsI/s320/Ava+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371344428613525794" /></a><br />Then we headed to Sports Chalet to exchange some pants. Ava ran around loving the whole store! There were bikes to look at, clothes racks to hide in and water bottles to pick up. <br /><br />By the time we got back, we were exhausted from the heat of the car so we laid on the couch and watched The Incredibles. All in all, it was a pretty fun day with Miss Ava. We'll definatly have to do that again!!texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-39001354769679414402009-08-06T15:27:00.000-07:002009-08-06T15:40:32.555-07:00So You Think You Can Dance, Dance, Dance......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vVQ2OiFK5AlySBBuIMjWuXV7qQ5taIUz7Bxd7Z0uFw-d3sAdmbCRysG3tTVl1v3o9googGSYnNwxFAyIRo6DzNv4m_Cad32oLSPWgN6s7WCTfs7jovAoTjShuG3HD6iagOPKvRyEz4M/s1600-h/sytycd_22-group_2597_lyv1fr-500x375.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/AVvXsEg9vVQ2OiFK5AlySBBuIMjWuXV7qQ5taIUz7Bxd7Z0uFw-d3sAdmbCRysG3tTVl1v3o9googGSYnNwxFAyIRo6DzNv4m_Cad32oLSPWgN6s7WCTfs7jovAoTjShuG3HD6iagOPKvRyEz4M/s320/sytycd_22-group_2597_lyv1fr-500x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366984355372671618" /></a><br />Why do I feel like I'm the only one obsessed about this show this season? I just cant get enough of it! I want them to put all the seasons on DVD so I can watch and re-watch every dance, even if they're not my favorites. So this season, I really liked Evan but lately he's been disappointing me. Jenine has really become one of my front runners but I think when push comes to shove, Brandon is gonna win it. I guess we'll find out tonight!! <br /><br />Ok, so there, I've spoken my peace about my show. If anyone is interested, this Saturday night I'm gonna have a SYTYCD marathon. So if you've missed an episode or two, come on by!texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-46893819565176796392009-08-02T14:22:00.000-07:002009-08-02T16:42:26.234-07:00Get these thoughts outta my brain!Ok, so this is gonna be one of those posts thats more for me than anything else, and its gonna be a long one. Over the past few years, I have been struggling with something that is really personal to me, and in the last few months, I feel like I've had the worst of it. I don't share these thoughts because I want answers or sympathy. I share them because this is my new way of journaling and I want to keep my thoughts somewhere I can read and re-read them when I feel like I need some encouragement. <br /><br />I don't like to burden people with my problems so if you feel hurt I haven't shared this with you, don't be. Kirk rarely hears this stuff and my mom has no clue! :) I have about 50-bagillion thoughts written on a tiny piece of paper so I would remember all I wanted to say so hopefully I will make sense and get everything out. <br /><br />I think along time ago, Satan realized what my biggest weakness was. It wasn't peer pressure, drugs, alcohol or all that normal stuff. It was and is myself. I try to be a very self motivated, non-lazy person but sometimes, I need a lot of extra help. For example, if I have a list of things to do but I turn on the TV to watch a half hour program, I won't get anything done because that half hour of TV will turn into 4 or 5 hours. Thats laziness. Exhibit B - when I wanted to work at a salon full time, I mulled it over in my head for months before I got the guts to move on with my life and take a chance. Thats self-motivation. <br /><br />Anyways, so Satan knows that I am my only stumbling block on my road back to our Heavenly Father and he really works me over. My biggest hurdle to jump over has been this in between stage of marriage where you're not newlyweds but your not parents yet. I remember something similar when I was out of high school and an adult, but I wasn't married yet. I hated that time! But I do remember a specific day when I 'cut the cords' so to speak with the drama of the dating world and focused on getting myself to where Heavenly Father needed me to be. It was only a couple months after that day when Kirk and I started dating. That's where I want to get with this in between stage of my married life and I've been trying for almost 3 years to figure out how to do that.<br /><br />Specifically, my most obvious problem has been that I don't have any kids. Now, I'm gonna clear some things up real quick and maybe people will quit asking and 'bugging' me about this. Yes, Kirk and I have tried to have kids. No, we have not had any success. Yes, we want kids and yes we have been to the doctor to get all the tests done. When you've been trying for as long as we have and not had any success, its hard to keep anger towards other couples, friends, family and even our Father in Heaven at bay. I tried to avoid the topic for a long time. I didn't like to hold babies, I held my tongue every time someone asked us when we were gonna have kids or if we even wanted them. I think the beginning of my turning point was last conference when there was some talk, I don't know who or what they were talking about but something was mentioned about people who don't start families because they are waiting for specific things to happen or that they are selfish and would rather have a dog then a baby. Obviously that bothered me because its been 5 years since I was married and I have a dog. <br /><br />I was just so angry with that talk. I didn't want people thinking that about me because we do want a family. I do want to fill my role as a mother. And thats another thing. Let me side track for a minute. All this time when my anger and resentment was building up, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself because I wasn't getting to fulfill my divine role. I would ask Heavenly Father, what am I doing wrong? How come people who aren't even ready or people who are teenagers or drug addicts get to have kids? Why can't we have that blessing? We have done everything right in our lives. Everything.<br /><br />So, after this talk is when I really began to try everything I could to start a family and get out of this in-between stage. Things were looking good and bad. Good because we are healthy adults but badly because that ment nothing was preventing it but ourselves and also bad because we don't have alot of money for the 'special' procedures and such. I was down. I felt so low. Then I started feeling alone. There's nothing worse then being constently surrounded by people but still feeling alone. Another side track...I think sometimes women in my stage in life get forgotten alot. Because we don't have the constant nagging or stress of a family life, people think our lives are peachy-keene and we have no worries. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. We struggle, sometimes alot more. So don't forget us. <br /><br />So, right before girls camp, I was feeling this low. My mind and heart totally shut down. I didn't even want to go to camp. And for those of you who know me, I absolutly LOVE girls camp. I would give anything to go. So for me, this was big. I went to camp feeling numb for almost the whole entire time. It wasn't until Sunday at testimony meeting that things started to change. I knew something was wrong with me. I didn't want to hold my feeling in any longer. I wanted to feel something, anything. I prayed and prayed the whole meeting for that. Finally, after many good testimonies were borne, one in particular hit me. I don't remember what she said, but the spirit I felt was so strong. That afternoon, we had our bishop time. I was priviledged to share some intimate experiences with our young women, two in particular that touched me so deeply. I know that these girls are strong. They have so much tempting them but despite that, they hold strong. I figured, if they can do it, why not me? I decided from that moment on, I was going to start feeling that spirit daily and that I needed to feel it in order to heal the anger I had inside. (This is starting to sound like one of those LDS movies, lol)<br /><br />Anyways, since then, I have been reading my conference ensign, reading the scriptures and trying my hardest to pray every day. I know that if I do what I'm supposed to do, Heavenly Father will bless me. It may not be in the way I see I need, but it will be in the way Heavenly Father sees that I need. Even before my trials, I knew that I'm not in control of my life and that Heavenly Father gives us struggles that he knows we can handle. I always know the answers to my problems. It seems like when I'm struggling with anything in my life, when I pray, the answer is always 'you know what you need to do.' Its the putting what I know into action that is the hardest for me. <br /><br />So, now, I'm resolved to have a better attitude, to serve more, to not be resentful, to not hate others who have what I desire most and most importantly, to develop a more meaningful, loving and grateful relationship with my Heavenly Father. I know that if I do that, my testimony will be strengthened, which is another subject I am working on. I'm not quite brave enough to bare my testimony in sacrament yet but I am trying, little by little to share it and not be afraid to let out my emotions. So if you see me crying, its not because I'm sad. It's because I'm finally learning how to express myself. :) <br /><br />So, some other things I have learned: <br /><br />1.) If you fail at a trial, you will get it again, so just suck it up and do what you need to do to get through it. <br />2.) I am the exception, I always have been. I do things my own way and I don't follow the crowd and that is a good thing, as long as my heart is willing to keep up. <br />3.) Our trials are to help bring us to a state of humility so we can draw closer to our Savior. <br />4.) Bareing your testimony and crying pretty much go hand in hand. I need to suck it up and let everyone see me cry because bareing your testimony is the best way to strengthen it. <br />5.) Having trials is a blessing. It helps us discover who we truely are and who Heavenly Father wants and needs us to be. We are living in the dispensation of the fullness of times and we need to be strong. We need to be the people Heavenly Father needs us to be. <br /><br />I do know that my Savior lives and loves me. He bore my sorrows and sins. He knows what I'm going through and will help me endure. I know that our ward and stake leaders are called of God. I know our Bishop is divinely inspired, especially when it comes to the youth. I am so blessed to be able to work with the young women. I think about them constently. They have been a source of great comfort during my silent struggles. They don't know it, but I consider them a part of my family, my 'daughters.' I love them so much. I love my Heavenly Father and my Savior. I know I can live with them again. I thank Heavenly Father each day for my wonderful and loving husband. He teaches me so much. I wouldn't trade my experiences for anything. I'm glad I struggle and I'm glad that there is a way for us to overcome them.texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150774314042835944.post-57368517070668186332009-07-26T13:32:00.001-07:002009-07-26T13:53:24.296-07:00Sisters Weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPpvt8PR0wgG1DjGMg7Ow5zUGizD1O76AHpk7GRjrNuW3fzKLPRzMqBrpFKAry3ye7ccAJ5PsCDSNZZsTquAkFTPtYE5N62lBewBZmOZJug4n0aWkdmS7sI8eInADI4OOb4vn9JVYoY4/s1600-h/Rachels+Graduation+050.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/AVvXsEihPpvt8PR0wgG1DjGMg7Ow5zUGizD1O76AHpk7GRjrNuW3fzKLPRzMqBrpFKAry3ye7ccAJ5PsCDSNZZsTquAkFTPtYE5N62lBewBZmOZJug4n0aWkdmS7sI8eInADI4OOb4vn9JVYoY4/s320/Rachels+Graduation+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874790836029874" /></a><br />So I totally forgot to blog about the rest of the weekend I had with my sisters. Oops! Wicked was one of the many things we did but instead of bore you with the details, I think I'll tell you about each of my sisters (plus my amazing BFF, who is practically part of the family).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftu3bRCkCUM6hNTY-3D6P5GhU7JO4n22sRaBogdIyGOjYLzarH10G6n0nyTyXYHrGJOlx2ecL5zGcaD8XG88W6AMSMUgy5vpLXqd9VHx6mgm6mFyDsDJPZ4oAqCiQPYLTfiknwZOxGxU/s1600-h/Rachels+Graduation+111.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/AVvXsEiftu3bRCkCUM6hNTY-3D6P5GhU7JO4n22sRaBogdIyGOjYLzarH10G6n0nyTyXYHrGJOlx2ecL5zGcaD8XG88W6AMSMUgy5vpLXqd9VHx6mgm6mFyDsDJPZ4oAqCiQPYLTfiknwZOxGxU/s320/Rachels+Graduation+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874018588047138" /></a><br />This is Jennifer. She is my older sister by 11 months. Thats right, she and I are very close in age so we pretty much grew up doing all the same stuff. She is probably the sibling that I get to see the most because she lives the closest. :) Jen and I were the ones who started this whole girls trip because we both really wanted to see Wicked. She works at Roberts Crafts in Provo and is single. So if you know anyone looking, Jen is a great catch! She loves to read, sing and watch old movies and musicals. She is very smart and one of my favorite people in the whole world! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEd0Oq4poYmVsuF7QrhpTrFV3p44BALcWmqDXjum4qo9JPsCaYiUtpwAZxqJ_RSHm-oDMULVdJDoUAKJ4_2oQAWJJrrCa_FGoaAc8miabU-oDnbQ9YWOu8w38qSyRzN3wHBzBGDh4W_g/s1600-h/Sisters+Trip+017.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/AVvXsEjKEd0Oq4poYmVsuF7QrhpTrFV3p44BALcWmqDXjum4qo9JPsCaYiUtpwAZxqJ_RSHm-oDMULVdJDoUAKJ4_2oQAWJJrrCa_FGoaAc8miabU-oDnbQ9YWOu8w38qSyRzN3wHBzBGDh4W_g/s320/Sisters+Trip+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874240739818466" /></a><br />This is Erika, my adopted sister. Erika and I have known each other since birth. My mom always says that she was in the hospital room when Erika was born! Erika and I were inseparable during our youth. In case you were wondering what we were like during that time in our life, I have one word....teenie-bopper. We were the epitome of giggling, boy crazy girls who were obsessed with every known boy band. Awe, who am I kidding, we are still like that, especially when we get together. When she was visiting we morphed right back into our 15 year old selves. I love laughing with Erika! She is also a beautiful singer, dancer and actress, if you know anyone interested (she's single too :) ). She lives in Utah which is so hard for me because I'm used to her being just a couple blocks away!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cXq_15SGreqIE0qwCSSIawhGCeQxDaX7mN2S6h4Sgi-THu-NiUTH2f26coUpWiY82VG2t40DJmW3a1DRrRG0jElNJjrKHnjKygHwYTLunoT40Ph1ttWUDOFjHdi8dpNWXp5zNI6kv5U/s1600-h/Sisters+Trip+045.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/AVvXsEg5cXq_15SGreqIE0qwCSSIawhGCeQxDaX7mN2S6h4Sgi-THu-NiUTH2f26coUpWiY82VG2t40DJmW3a1DRrRG0jElNJjrKHnjKygHwYTLunoT40Ph1ttWUDOFjHdi8dpNWXp5zNI6kv5U/s320/Sisters+Trip+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362873622110456002" /></a><br />Lastly, there's Rachel. She is my baby sister and baby of the whole family as a matter of fact. I can't believe how much she has grown! To me, she is still 6 years old. I remember feeding her, changing her diaper and playing with her like she was my own personal dolly. After all, I was 9 when she was born! Rachel just graduated from high school this year. She got her first job, working at a movie theater in Dallas and loves it. In the past couple of years, she has really come out of her shy shell and is started to act more and more like yours truly....scary, I know. She always makes me smile because she cares so much about everyone and wants everyone to be having a good time. Plus she is really excited to have a job and to be able to spend her money on other people since we've all been doing that for her whole life. Its cute. During her trip, we welcomed her into womanhood by giving her a make-over and getting her ears pierced. We had so much fun with our older and much taller dolly!! :)texas_princess1109http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782347103541311114noreply@blogger.com1