<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743</id><updated>2011-11-22T14:12:12.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A record of my natural disasters...</title><subtitle type='html'>...from cooking things my family won't eat, to [not] writing a dissertation, to raising kids and staying sane</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-9127259067188710927</id><published>2011-10-28T20:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:06:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting and Sewing!</title><content type='html'>So between Halloween costumes and all the fun projects I have "pinned" (um yes, I am addicted to Pinterest) I have been sewing and trying out lots of fun projects.  Here's a couple favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter Scarves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; These scarves were so fun and easy to make!  I found them on &lt;a href="http://justanotherhangup.blogspot.com/2010/12/easy-peasy-scarf.html?m=1"&gt;this cute &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://justanotherhangup.blogspot.com/2010/12/easy-peasy-scarf.html?m=1"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.   I made two cute pink fleece ones for Audrey and Ava.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5mjJBEcdrk/TqtsrBzsmvI/AAAAAAAADXc/GAXbpgBtJ04/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5mjJBEcdrk/TqtsrBzsmvI/AAAAAAAADXc/GAXbpgBtJ04/s400/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744042451344114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our annual trip to The Pumpkin Patch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xfQTEYNE2w/Tqtsq2jEW4I/AAAAAAAADXU/3Vu3LsRx5NI/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xfQTEYNE2w/Tqtsq2jEW4I/AAAAAAAADXU/3Vu3LsRx5NI/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744039428807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ava picked out her "baby pumpkin" and it pretty much never left her hands all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also made two scarves for me out of lightweight knit -- one in deep red and one in deep purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ1Fba4tyY8/TqtsrcZnWqI/AAAAAAAADXs/cLStVfaFa7A/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ1Fba4tyY8/TqtsrcZnWqI/AAAAAAAADXs/cLStVfaFa7A/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744049589705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Audrey was my model, thankfully.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Bib-Aprons...Cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Ava is such a great baby.  However, mealtime is a circus.  She has a bunch of little baby bibs...that are just that...baby.  They're too small, the velcro is all matted, and she rips them off.  Most of the time I just take off her shirt after a meal!  So, I was thrilled to find &lt;a href="http://www.craftinessisnotoptional.com/2011/05/bapron-tutorial.html"&gt;this pattern&lt;/a&gt;!!  I love her tutorial; she does a great job explaining this adorable pattern.  Ava is in bed so I don't have a picture of her wearing hers, but she wore it for dinner and it was a success!!  I made one for Ava's cousin; he's a lot bigger than her.  We'll try to make him a Bronco fan while he's young! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HyGP60evu4/TqtssbLb4FI/AAAAAAAADX4/wQtyS6MDryw/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HyGP60evu4/TqtssbLb4FI/AAAAAAAADX4/wQtyS6MDryw/s400/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744066441666642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the back.  In her tutorial she uses flannel, but I didn't have any and there was no way I was going to go Joann's the week of Halloween!!  I used some terry cloth fabric that I had and I actually think I like it better.  It's soft and cute and super absorbent.  What I love is that it fits like an apron...with little sleeves and Ava can't get it off!!!!  There &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;brilliant people out there in blog-land!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFR_Kk0S_rg/Tqts_ktXmtI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Fb8wVX4f0Hk/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFR_Kk0S_rg/Tqts_ktXmtI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Fb8wVX4f0Hk/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744395417426642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upcycling an Old Tshirt!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found Cash's old Chicago Cubs and Dallas Cowboys tank tops (yep, you read that right!!).  They were in the Goodwill box (because if you're a grown man, thou shalt not have tank tops...ever), and then I found&lt;a href="http://crafterhours.blogspot.com/2011/08/tee-to-tank-tutorial-by-jen-from.html"&gt; this blog post&lt;/a&gt; and I made this!!  (to be fair, they were his tank tops in middle school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5mwqKNAWs4/TqtssuYI1gI/AAAAAAAADYE/UzyD35ebB4A/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5mwqKNAWs4/TqtssuYI1gI/AAAAAAAADYE/UzyD35ebB4A/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668744071595218434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;easy and Audrey loves it.  It was just a little snipping and a couple stitches.  I think there's a pile of camp shirt, coaching shirts, and triathlon/5k shirts calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post Halloween pictures soon!  It's going to be awesome...the theme is "Viva Las Vegas" this year!  Cash's costume turned out awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy sewing y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-9127259067188710927?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/9127259067188710927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=9127259067188710927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9127259067188710927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9127259067188710927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2011/10/crafting-and-sewing.html' title='Crafting and Sewing!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5mjJBEcdrk/TqtsrBzsmvI/AAAAAAAADXc/GAXbpgBtJ04/s72-c/photo%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-5902465514277845409</id><published>2010-12-21T15:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:25:38.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So, when Cash saw that I was putting our blog site on our picture cards, in the nicest way possible, he suggested that if we were giving out our blog, perhaps we ought to update.  As usual, he has a point.  darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good push to update on all that's been happening.  Here's some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ava started nursery!!!  This is definitely a #1 highlight for any of you who have had to endure through the 3 hour Sunday services from the comfort of the hallway with a 14-18 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We enjoyed watching BSU football; granted there was that "little heartbreaker" in Reno, but we're surviving.  In fact, Cash is surviving well enough that he's driving to Las Vegas for the bowl game at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Spencer turned 11!  I can't believe it; he started boy scouts, had Priesthood Preview, and got to watch "the video" at school.  He loved two of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The fifth annual Halloween Party was a blast -- the literature theme sparked lots of fun, and original costumes.  (pictures posted later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TREnMuDo9dI/AAAAAAAADVQ/ww9V1wIJzvk/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TREnMuDo9dI/AAAAAAAADVQ/ww9V1wIJzvk/s400/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553262914999743954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the ward Halloween party we went as Carl, Russell, and Doug from &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately you can't see the tennis balls on the bottom of Cash's walker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We enjoyed Thanksgiving in Burley with my brother and sister's families.  We are thankful for our many, many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some pictures of our Christmas activities I will post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;May you draw closer to the Savior as you celebrate his birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hansgruener.de/pictures/krippen/friedenskrippe_anbetung_der_hirten_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.hansgruener.de/pictures/krippen/friedenskrippe_anbetung_der_hirten_480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scene of Peace, Rebrandt van Rijn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-5902465514277845409?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/5902465514277845409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=5902465514277845409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5902465514277845409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5902465514277845409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TREnMuDo9dI/AAAAAAAADVQ/ww9V1wIJzvk/s72-c/IMG_1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6964653511288526460</id><published>2010-07-13T01:53:00.044-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:31:57.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was little my one of my favorite movies was Annie. An orphan with an intriguing past goes from Miss Hannigan to Daddy Warbucks...like a fairy tale, right? I wanted to be like Annie, well, sans hairdo. But she was pretty lucky, it seeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I know it's a little cheesy, but after my trip to Jeonju, I realize that I'm way more blessed than An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nie! Really, I wonder how I got so lucky and I'm grateful every day for the blessings that my Heavenly Father has poured upon me and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I apologize if this gets really long or a little sappy. I'm writing to share these experiences but also as a way for me to remember everything that happe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of my goals in going to Korea was to visit my orphanage and take so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me gifts.  But, what started out as a visit to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phanage turned into a visit to my village in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; country side of South Korea! I didn't meet any family (and I had not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; wanted t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o...I didn't, and don't, want to bring up any possible embarassment or shame three decades later). But I had a day filled with little mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;racles and full of adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bisabel Baby House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(now Jeonju Baby House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsN6w5R7I/AAAAAAAADLg/4jaAMIEPXxQ/s1600/%5B000246%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsN6w5R7I/AAAAAAAADLg/4jaAMIEPXxQ/s400/%5B000246%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493525369341953970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5CNwVB4I/AAAAAAAADNQ/50Ad4ABwtwI/s1600/%5B000238%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5CNwVB4I/AAAAAAAADNQ/50Ad4ABwtwI/s400/%5B000238%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539461932582786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the rooms at the Baby Home.  About five infants were with this one lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our friend, Bong Seok arranged a meeting for us one morning at Bisabel B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aby House, where Holt International (my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;adoption agency) had said I lived for six months shortly before I came to the states. Due to a miscommunication, he didn't have my information to give them. So we showed up there and the Holt worker, Mrs. Song, didn't really have anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqUCBwMyI/AAAAAAAADKo/905W3ZuibtY/s1600/%5B000221%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqUCBwMyI/AAAAAAAADKo/905W3ZuibtY/s400/%5B000221%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493523275347669794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She explained that the current Baby House (now known as Jeonju Baby House) was built three years after I left. The Baby House I lived in ran out of funds shortly after I left (about 1980) and they weren't able to raise enough donations to keep it open. So, they closed the Home. Holt gave a large donation to build the current Baby Home and it's a nice facility with lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ts of adorable babies. Because of the transfer, Mrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Song was doubtful that we would be able to find my records, but she brought up a little ledger book and said maybe my name would be in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re with a "date in" and "date out" entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqUjfzKfI/AAAAAAAADKw/upb3RbGc-n8/s1600/%5B000222%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqUjfzKfI/AAAAAAAADKw/upb3RbGc-n8/s400/%5B000222%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493523284332063218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqVC3B7ZI/AAAAAAAADK4/4rnic-f-dCc/s1600/%5B000223%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqVC3B7ZI/AAAAAAAADK4/4rnic-f-dCc/s400/%5B000223%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493523292750998930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A picture of the ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was the hope. In the meantime, once she got my Korean name (Shin Myung Shin) and my birthday, she sent an employee to look in the records.  Well the employee brought back this page with all sorts of detailed information! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqWbwVX-I/AAAAAAAADLI/oiL45KwrGnQ/s1600/%5B000224%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzqWbwVX-I/AAAAAAAADLI/oiL45KwrGnQ/s400/%5B000224%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493523316613668834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Mrs. Song starte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d speaking in Korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and our friend, Bong Seok tried to keep up and translate for us. It turns out that I was left at City Hall in Jeonju, a fairly big town when I was about a year old. It has my original name and birthdate (which is actually July 16, not August 15). Turns out Holt had a physician that would evaluate the babies before they were sent for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;doption and he would estimate an age based on development, etc. I know that I was un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;derdeveloped and at over a year weighted about 16 pounds. So he could have easily been off by a month. The paper had the name of the girl who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ped me off at City Hall; her name is Park, Young Mi. And somehow she knew me and was able to leave information about me with the Baby House. We also learned t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hat my mother was unmarried and that Park Young Mi was from a town called Jeong Up, about 40 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsM4MRbfI/AAAAAAAADLQ/xp3X5uySVjI/s1600/%5B000232%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsM4MRbfI/AAAAAAAADLQ/xp3X5uySVjI/s400/%5B000232%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493525351471607282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the very sweet lady from Bisabel Baby House, Mrs. Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsM4MRbfI/AAAAAAAADLQ/xp3X5uySVjI/s1600/%5B000232%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsNahpEsI/AAAAAAAADLY/q01rnmQmLoI/s1600/%5B000233%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsNahpEsI/AAAAAAAADLY/q01rnmQmLoI/s400/%5B000233%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493525360688042690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dr. Shin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bong Seok's advisor when he was at Chonbuk University was a man named Dr. Shin. He heard my story and wanted to help us by driving us to the Baby House. This is a very kind gesture in Korea because not a lot of people have cars and we would have h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ad t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o ride the bus and we had a box of gifts and Ava. So, we were grateful for his offer. Dr. Shin took Bong Seok, myself, Cash, and our friend Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ner, Professor Steiner's wife (he was in charge of the BSU trip but couldn't be there that week but hoped that Joy could come and take pictures to document). In a little miracle, just the night before Ava had warmed up to Joy and Joy was a lifesaver that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; day.  She took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Av&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a and played with her while we were talking with different people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5Der8_YI/AAAAAAAADNg/xZrAtJWKxLA/s1600/%5B000273%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5Der8_YI/AAAAAAAADNg/xZrAtJWKxLA/s400/%5B000273%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539483657502082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ava loved hanging out with Dr. Shin and Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, as we were learning everything on my record, Dr. Shin's memory started churning.  He realized that I was born i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n 1976 and he says, "In 1976 I was working as a middle school teacher in a small village. I was only about 7 miles from your town." He tells us that if I'm fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;om JeongeUp then my parents were most likely farmers. So, he happens to be working right near my village in the year that I was bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rn! And he remembers 1976 because there was a huge famine in the entire country. He said that people were starving, especially in the villages. He said that the famine was unreasonably cruel; farmers committed suicide and the people were so hungry. He and Bong Seok bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aid, "I think you're very lucky." "I think you're very fortunate." Mrs. Song said that she started working at Bisabel Baby Home almost at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e beginning of the ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;w home. She remembers that shortly before she started working there, the old home had about 55 babies. She said that 10 of the babies died. In our prosperity and ease and convenience and medicine, it's almost impossible for me to fathom! It's so humblin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I wonder, why me? Why was I so lucky? I'm so grateful I was, but my heart breaks for those families who suffered so much. This video is of Dr. Shin revealing some of the details that he remembered and pieces of the information we learned from the records. Having him around for this day was invaluable. Hearing the conditions and feeling so overwhelmed, mostly with gratitude, you'll see I get emotional. By the end of this, everyone is the room was crying... e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ven Bong Seok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jksNpEFnbJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jksNpEFnbJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Nopung Incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Dr. Shin said there was a huge famine in 1976 we all assumed it was a drought. However, it turns out the tragedy was not a natural disaster. He explained that for many years Korea had suffered from a food shortage and the government was conc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;erned about how to feed the people. One of the things they did was try to develop a stronger species of rice. One of these species was named aft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r the inventor, Nopung. He had created a rice species in laboratory conditions that yielded much more crop and it was an exciting thing. So, in 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;976 the gove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rnment strongly encouraged farmers (using some strong incentives) to plant this new rice. Most all of them did. Unfortunately, in n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;atural conditions, the rice did not grow. In 1976 almost all the rice crops died. Add this to the shortages from the previous years and this was a calamity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLqjUu88EH8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLqjUu88EH8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From the records we assume that someone, maybe a mother or likely a grandmother, took care of me for a year because I didn't get to Jeonju until summer of 1977. The most likely scenario is that after a year, they realized they just could not continu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e to take care of a baby.  Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The former Bisabel Baby Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, after we learn all this, Mrs. Song asks us if we want to go and see the former Bisabel Baby Home location, even though th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e original building isn't there anymore. We do, so we all head out and end up in an old, old part of Jeonju. The homes there are preserved so they cannot add to or remodel them. It's like they're stuck in time. But, right next to them are the apartment buildings that took the place of the old home. There's just a small portion of cement windows that remain from the original structure. It was a really cool old neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsON-NjSI/AAAAAAAADLo/B26h995CuCw/s1600/%5B000257%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsON-NjSI/AAAAAAAADLo/B26h995CuCw/s400/%5B000257%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493525374498082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cash found some graves on the hillside -- the Koreans bury their dead in the mountains and hills and place beautiful monuments on top. They're not all buried in one spot but seem to be scattered throughout the country. It's actually really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsOpKl5cI/AAAAAAAADLw/ImEeM-WvO8A/s1600/%5B000267%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsOpKl5cI/AAAAAAAADLw/ImEeM-WvO8A/s400/%5B000267%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493525381797766594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we were leaving Bong Seok (our translator) told me that he would like to go to Jeong Up and try to find the lady who drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ped me off at City Hall, Park Young Mi. He said if it was ok with us he would go to the town over the weekend. Well, the Holt lady said, "should we all go?" Well...we figured, why not? So, we got a passenger van from her office and thankfully a GPS system and headed off into the countryside.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzupDECinI/AAAAAAAADL4/rP5iHD0__qQ/s1600/%5B000268%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzupDECinI/AAAAAAAADL4/rP5iHD0__qQ/s400/%5B000268%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528034449459826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a man we talked to on the streets to see if he remembered the Baby Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzupsriZdI/AAAAAAAADMA/LOXpOPzn8ME/s1600/%5B000270%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzupsriZdI/AAAAAAAADMA/LOXpOPzn8ME/s400/%5B000270%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528045620979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the street where I lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuq0clp1I/AAAAAAAADMY/JpekOjwJgjI/s1600/%5B000303%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuq0clp1I/AAAAAAAADMY/JpekOjwJgjI/s400/%5B000303%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528064885630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some of the MANY pepper plants we saw all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jeonge Up City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We drove for about 30 miles and came to the town of JeongeUp, which is not a very big town at all -- sort of a one-main-downtown-street kind of town. Maybe a little like Declo, Idaho (if anyone has been there!) but a few decades ago. We went to the City Hall-type &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;office and Mrs. Song tried to find out if a Park Young Mi lived there. They told us she didn't liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e there anymore but that her family was from a little village called Su Song. They gave us directions out there and told Mrs. Song who to contact. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuqA8D0jI/AAAAAAAADMI/oRrFW6z5b6k/s1600/%5B000295%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuqA8D0jI/AAAAAAAADMI/oRrFW6z5b6k/s400/%5B000295%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528051058987570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuqmAtOoI/AAAAAAAADMQ/JJnrEud1xdI/s1600/%5B000296%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzuqmAtOoI/AAAAAAAADMQ/JJnrEud1xdI/s400/%5B000296%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493528061010590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Su Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, we loaded in the van, passed miles and miles of nothing but rice fields and pepper plants, got lost a couple of times, and came to a teeny-tiny village of about 100-200 people: Su Song. It seemed to be straight out of a picture in the 1930's. There was a cement rice storage buildling that would have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TD4c-b7WIKI/AAAAAAAADNo/w6iUlD79KC4/s1600/%5B000299%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TD4c-b7WIKI/AAAAAAAADNo/w6iUlD79KC4/s400/%5B000299%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493860454412722338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a "resting platform" for the famers (behind the  side covers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxTtuFT3I/AAAAAAAADMg/gI9rpjXe8wA/s1600/%5B000305%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxTtuFT3I/AAAAAAAADMg/gI9rpjXe8wA/s400/%5B000305%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493530966477852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxUN9iQ2I/AAAAAAAADMo/VLtlRDlHkZk/s1600/%5B000306%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxUN9iQ2I/AAAAAAAADMo/VLtlRDlHkZk/s400/%5B000306%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493530975132599138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we're walking up the lane we hear someone yelling after us.  (you ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n hear him at the end of the video...I wish I had turned around!  It was a funny sight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lb9O-tSplto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lb9O-tSplto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxUhlHRGI/AAAAAAAADMw/hl8KwWo3Rsc/s1600/%5B000307%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxUhlHRGI/AAAAAAAADMw/hl8KwWo3Rsc/s400/%5B000307%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493530980398875746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This old, weathered farmer in a white tank top is yelling at us. He says he's been waiting for us. Turns out, as with many small towns, the City Hall in JeongeUp called him. And, evidently he's the mayor. He takes us into his home and we all sit down and Mrs. Song explains to him what's going on and why we're looking for Park, Young Mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just grabs his cell phone, the 30 page phone book, and starts calling people! He finds out that Park, Young Mi doesn't live in the village anymore but her mother does. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxVKOBysI/AAAAAAAADM4/jGEO-1k6lgg/s1600/%5B000309%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxVKOBysI/AAAAAAAADM4/jGEO-1k6lgg/s400/%5B000309%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493530991307901634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We find out that right now Young Mi is 46, which means that she would have been about 12 or 13 when she dropped me off. And we also learn that her mother's family name (women keep their own last names) is Shin... So, there's a strong possibility that this girl is a sister or relative, which would be why she knew detailed information about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxVmvoYjI/AAAAAAAADNA/OcSt5oQIU9c/s1600/%5B000310%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzxVmvoYjI/AAAAAAAADNA/OcSt5oQIU9c/s400/%5B000310%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493530998965035570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mayor's wife is watching and listening to all of this. At some point she realizes that the baby girl on the paper (me) is the same person as the lady sitting on her living room floor. So then she just starts staring at me! Bong Seok explains that she's looking at me to see if she can see a family resemblance to someone in the village. A few minutes later she calls her neighbor. This little grandma who has been beside herself this whole time -trying to figure out what in the world is going on at the neighbor's house. Joy said she kept peeking her head over the wall into the alley; she was probably about four minutes away from coming over anyway. So this little old grandma just plops down on the ground and starts staring at me. (the lady below in black) It's a little disconcerting and I feel like a circus show because this is many minutes while the mayor is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of the journey.   The mayor says they weren't able to reach Park, Young Mi and if there's any w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ord he'll call Mrs. Song.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5BrSp0xI/AAAAAAAADNI/bnguReerWWQ/s1600/%5B000311%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5BrSp0xI/AAAAAAAADNI/bnguReerWWQ/s400/%5B000311%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539452681310994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, as we leave, Dr. Shin says to me, in halting English, "those two ladies...they know something." He says maybe they will call, maybe they won't, "that is the way. Maybe it takes some time." "You understand these things?" I absolutely understand. Just being able to go and see the little village where I was from, where I could have grown up, was powerful. As we left, the mayor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s little grandson was riding around on his old pink bike with his yellow crocs and was just as happy as could be to have all these strange visitors. He doesn't know that he lives differently than I do; he knows he has a fancy bike, a home, a family that loves him. Even so, it made me cry with gratitude as I thought about how it could have been me, living is this tiny village. And I would have been fine. But, I am grateful for my home, for Cash and our kids, for the Gospel truths that I know, and for my parents who sacrificed to adopt six children and give them opportunities we would not have had. I suppose this journey only strengthened my relationship and appreciation for my parents and helped me understand the sacrifices on both sides of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5C8ixm_I/AAAAAAAADNY/Ijszzt19nhQ/s1600/%5B000239%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDz5C8ixm_I/AAAAAAAADNY/Ijszzt19nhQ/s400/%5B000239%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539474492201970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, if you read this far, thanks for caring about this experience and sharing it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6964653511288526460?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6964653511288526460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6964653511288526460' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6964653511288526460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6964653511288526460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/07/trip-to-remember.html' title='A trip to remember'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TDzsN6w5R7I/AAAAAAAADLg/4jaAMIEPXxQ/s72-c/%5B000246%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3020055443124803580</id><published>2010-06-24T12:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:09:43.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TCPXYRxismI/AAAAAAAADKI/MbM-gxwwTCo/s1600/Jeonju_Gaeksa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TCPXYRxismI/AAAAAAAADKI/MbM-gxwwTCo/s320/Jeonju_Gaeksa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486465583155425890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are getting so excited for our trip to Korea!  It's only a couple of days away.  We're staying with the host university in a town called Jeonju.  Neither one of us had ever heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I called the adoption agency (Holt International) and asked if we could find some information about where I was from, my orphanage, and any other details.  The lady told me that the process can take a long time and that many of the orphanages aren't even around any more.  So, I told her I'd be happy with what ever she could find.  A few days later (little miracle!) she emailed me and told me that the orphanage I lived in was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeonju Baby House&lt;/span&gt;!! (formerly Bisabel Baby House -- the picture is a random picture of Jeonju, not the baby house)  So, we will be staying two weeks in this same town!  Our contact in Jeonju is setting up a meeting and everything.  We've gathered children's books, clothes, and toys to take.  I'm feeling so excited and grateful that I have the opportunity to go back.  We'll post updates, probably through Facebook while we're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3020055443124803580?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3020055443124803580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3020055443124803580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3020055443124803580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3020055443124803580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TCPXYRxismI/AAAAAAAADKI/MbM-gxwwTCo/s72-c/Jeonju_Gaeksa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8717974000100598974</id><published>2010-06-14T14:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:31:07.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies don't keep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TBb-1qUkjwI/AAAAAAAADJs/GGFwcveCqS8/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TBb-1qUkjwI/AAAAAAAADJs/GGFwcveCqS8/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482849794217250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ava is ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was growing up, my mom had a cross stitch that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cooking and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For babies grow up, I've learned with great sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TBaW4VAdcNI/AAAAAAAADJQ/2XmdsB1k8p0/s1600/tball,+allstar+jerome,+AVA+1+yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TBaW4VAdcNI/AAAAAAAADJQ/2XmdsB1k8p0/s400/tball,+allstar+jerome,+AVA+1+yr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482735490826072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ava enjoyed her birthday cupcake at Grammy's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe how fast this year has gone; I keep thinking about that poem.  My mom had it right -- there's always dishes to do, laundry to fold, emails to answer, but the quiet moments rocking a baby don't stay around very long.  Ava's growing up so fast and it makes me a little sad.  We all feel so lucky to have this sweet baby sent to our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8717974000100598974?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8717974000100598974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8717974000100598974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8717974000100598974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8717974000100598974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies-dont-keep.html' title='Babies don&apos;t keep...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/TBb-1qUkjwI/AAAAAAAADJs/GGFwcveCqS8/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2862054586867998864</id><published>2010-04-14T14:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:31:04.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are going to KOREA!!!</title><content type='html'>Over 30 years ago, a scrawny, little baby arrived in Los Angeles from an orphanage in Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8YqoCkhedI/AAAAAAAADGo/dGUomYUwYTc/s1600/airport+arrival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8YqoCkhedI/AAAAAAAADGo/dGUomYUwYTc/s400/airport+arrival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460098465606498770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First meeting for mom, dad, and daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for two incredible parents who adopted a little girl, 18 months (give or take a few months!) from Korea.  I couldn't walk, couldn't talk, didn't have any teeth, and as my dad likes to remind me, brought a few lice and scabies with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this summer we have an amazing opportunity to return to where it all began!  I am excited, nervous, overwhelmed.  After we first talked about going it was a little bit emotional for me!  Plus, for those who don't know, Cash served a mission for our church in Korea, so he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited to get to go back.  He's already brushing up on his Korean and I've found old adoption records. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8d-Ky1ZqPI/AAAAAAAADGw/uw7R__815f4/s1600/orphanage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8d-Ky1ZqPI/AAAAAAAADGw/uw7R__815f4/s320/orphanage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471797119559922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no, I don't really want to find my parents.  But, we do want to return to my orphanage (which Cash has been to!) and visit there, take gifts, and I don't know, probably cry out of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going with a class that's being offered at BSU -- two weeks in Korea!  We'll sign up for the class as students, but because we're faculty we'll be able to go and explore on our own.  It's an amazing opportunity -- we only have to pay for our airfare over and the host university will house and feed us!  Koreans are very gracious hosts.  We'll take baby Ava with us, but the big kids will stay with Grammy and cousins.  (Thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8d-boQdduI/AAAAAAAADG4/jz07FDBc08o/s1600/naturalization.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8d-boQdduI/AAAAAAAADG4/jz07FDBc08o/s320/naturalization.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460472086338041570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My naturalization record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We go at the end of June. I am so excited to be able to return to my "homeland."  We'll keep you updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2862054586867998864?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2862054586867998864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2862054586867998864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2862054586867998864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2862054586867998864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-going-to-korea.html' title='We are going to KOREA!!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8YqoCkhedI/AAAAAAAADGo/dGUomYUwYTc/s72-c/airport+arrival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7263236900541489119</id><published>2010-04-13T13:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:37:14.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook killed the blog.</title><content type='html'>So, I realize in the past year that important moments, both big and small, have passed by without any record!  Though it is fun to connect with people on Facebook, I am stepping away from FB a bit and returning to my blog.  I love this little patch of my world where I can record the things that matter most to me and share them with the people who matter most to me.  Thanks for taking the time to catch up with the Hill family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the most important event of the past year was our sweet Ava Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TKFCHE4II/AAAAAAAADGA/2s_EdzuxxiY/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TKFCHE4II/AAAAAAAADGA/2s_EdzuxxiY/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459710836094591106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ava with Grandpa Schroeder.  Ava is named for my mom, Carolyn, who loved babies most of all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's now 10 months and such a good baby!  She's the first baby I have been able to just lay down in the crib -- AND SHE FALLS ASLEEP!!  Cash says he really likes the 2009 model.  Unfortunately, for Spencer the first baby (the 1999 model) is sort of like the first pancake -- a little trial and error.  We love having her in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, Cash's grandad, Rex Ford Smith, passed away.  He was the patriarch of Cash's family for so many years.  He was a kind, strong man who led by example.  He is certainly missed, but we are sure that he is happy and rejoicing with those he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TMcFWGZ5I/AAAAAAAADGQ/Ih7zYfPsSKg/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TMcFWGZ5I/AAAAAAAADGQ/Ih7zYfPsSKg/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459713431123158930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cash, Ava, and Grandad Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TMHIM77YI/AAAAAAAADGI/vwevLNiTRmU/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TMHIM77YI/AAAAAAAADGI/vwevLNiTRmU/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459713071112777090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Grandad's funeral in Weiser, Idaho.  All the boys are wearing the "Ford Waterfall" in honor of how grandad used to wear his tie.  He always looked so stylish.  Cash has inherited Grandad's love of cuff links.  For valentine's day he got some "propellor" cuff links that look just like a boat propellor.  He was pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, spring is here again and that means so many great things:  baseball, gardening, shorts, flip flops, rain, otter pops, the lake, and daffodils.  Unfortunately we have to know the bitter to know the sweet.  So we're weeding, laying black plastic, pulling out dead trees, spring cleaning, and getting back on the proverbial treadmill in my annual effort to get ready for swim suit season.  Uggh.  But, we are so blessed.  Our family is healthy, we have good jobs, our kids are happy, we love our ward, we enjoy our callings, and the Cubs are having a great season (the Vallivue Babe Ruth Cubs, that is). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Spring has breathed new life -- the Blog is back!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7263236900541489119?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7263236900541489119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7263236900541489119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7263236900541489119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7263236900541489119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-killed-blog.html' title='Facebook killed the blog.'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/S8TKFCHE4II/AAAAAAAADGA/2s_EdzuxxiY/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2226870988977311465</id><published>2009-05-21T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:04:34.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"that every man may improve upon his talents, that every man may gain other talents..."  *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cash has many talents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is an excellent waterskier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He can make people laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He will work hard for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is an excellent teacher -- of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He notices when people need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He reads and remembers books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He plays jungle gym with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He thinks deeply and provocatively about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is very loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He can drink excessive amounts of Mountain Dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He has many talents.  However, this outfit is not necessarily one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ShY1gbQmLII/AAAAAAAACiY/J8dYSIZoF7A/s1600-h/emmett+sunday+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ShY1gbQmLII/AAAAAAAACiY/J8dYSIZoF7A/s400/emmett+sunday+outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338513239483755650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)  On Sunday mornings, I have church meetings so Cash is in charge of getting the kids ready for church.  I usually lay out Audrey's clothes -- knowing that sometimes the dress, slip, tights, shoes combos can be a little confusing.  However, I showed up on Sunday morning and found Emmett dressed in a very cute plaid shirt and very cute plaid pants.  Very cute alone...but together?  I know, I know, it's not a critical talent.  But, at least his fashion sense does make for a fun picture.  Frankly, I think he'd be just fine if I went ahead and set out his clothes with the kids' every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*D&amp;amp;C 82:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2226870988977311465?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2226870988977311465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2226870988977311465' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2226870988977311465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2226870988977311465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-every-man-may-improve-upon-his.html' title='&quot;that every man may improve upon his talents, that every man may gain other talents...&quot;  *'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ShY1gbQmLII/AAAAAAAACiY/J8dYSIZoF7A/s72-c/emmett+sunday+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-4058747798718515611</id><published>2009-05-05T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:33:03.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As long as she never wants to go on Next Top Model...</title><content type='html'>This is Audrey Paige and her little friend across the street.  My neighbor does a little photography on the side and she was asked to do a photo for a pattern cover for this adorable pattern company:  &lt;a href="http://vcbdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink Fig Patterns&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyway, the lady who designed the pattern sent up samples of her adorable clothes and Audrey and her friend got to model them!  It was lots of fun and I think the clothes are just adorable.  If you scroll down a little you can see the pattern, the Sophia.  I only wish I could have kept the outfit!!  But, I'm certainly going to get the pattern.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SgBtpfy891I/AAAAAAAACh4/lcgA3NPVd9w/s1600-h/pattern4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SgBtpfy891I/AAAAAAAACh4/lcgA3NPVd9w/s400/pattern4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332382518483941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SgBtpE-U_zI/AAAAAAAAChw/-2xt8lLPjbo/s1600-h/pattern6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SgBtpE-U_zI/AAAAAAAAChw/-2xt8lLPjbo/s400/pattern6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332382511283896114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-4058747798718515611?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/4058747798718515611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=4058747798718515611' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4058747798718515611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4058747798718515611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-long-as-she-never-wants-to-go-on.html' title='As long as she never wants to go on Next Top Model...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SgBtpfy891I/AAAAAAAACh4/lcgA3NPVd9w/s72-c/pattern4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3866301835525819103</id><published>2009-04-21T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:54:26.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book</title><content type='html'>I'm really excited!  I just got &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hungry-Girl-Under-Recipes-Calories/dp/0312556179/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1240346731&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; in the mail today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Se4wpGr90aI/AAAAAAAACho/DXwNCNCD37A/s1600-h/51vWMTVg53L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Se4wpGr90aI/AAAAAAAACho/DXwNCNCD37A/s400/51vWMTVg53L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327248891953664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pre-ordered from Amazon about a month ago and forgot all about it.  It was like a little surprise today in the mail! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little wary at first; what in the world could 1) be made in under 200 calories and 2) not taste like cardboard?  I've checked out a lot of the recipes and they actually look good!  There's lots of good substitution tips that I'm excited to try.  I'm certain I don't have the willpower to only eat one serving, so my book should actually be titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;200 recipes under 400 calories&lt;/span&gt;, but "tomato/tomatuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some of my favorites.  I am a Hungry Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3866301835525819103?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3866301835525819103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3866301835525819103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3866301835525819103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3866301835525819103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-book.html' title='New Book'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Se4wpGr90aI/AAAAAAAACho/DXwNCNCD37A/s72-c/51vWMTVg53L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2075406941773686243</id><published>2009-04-09T13:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:58:09.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Paige</title><content type='html'>Proud mom moment:  Audrey and her friend are playing Little People; they're setting up a wedding.  They decide that the girl and boy should be a mommy and a daddy.  Audrey says, "no remember, babies come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;[the wedding]."  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Good girl!&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey was playing at her friend Karlee's house and Karlee's mom, Jenny, asked her these cute questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;1.What is something mom always says to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A: When you get something out, clean it up before you get something else out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. What Makes Mom happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A: When I clean up my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A: When I don’t clean up my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: When she tickles me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: like, 15 maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Dancing With the Stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Go to stores and watch TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Being on TV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: baking food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: going to stores when I am not at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Going to work really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Onions with salad and chicken mixed together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Being a good mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Jazmine, that is my favorite so I just picked that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: going to the stores and clean the silverware together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Our hair is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Our talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A; because she loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What does your mom like most about your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: going out to dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;A: Burger Kings, no, not Burger Kings. Wings, Pizza and Things that is our favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum...perhaps I should relax about the cleaning.  And, not go to so many stores...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2075406941773686243?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2075406941773686243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2075406941773686243' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2075406941773686243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2075406941773686243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/04/audrey-paige.html' title='Audrey Paige'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-92088863222324323</id><published>2009-04-08T15:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:01:17.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love spring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Between the really nice weather and "nesting," I am in full Spring Cleaning mode.  Well, actually, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking &lt;/span&gt;a lot about my plan of attack for spring cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I can be a little freaky about some things: which toys go in which boxes, scheduling the days I can do laundry, alphabetizing random things, sneaking a peek at the end of the book before I start...  Ok, so I like organization.  It makes me happy, and peaceful, and content.  And, when I'm organized I feel like I can start a project.  I'm sure there's much insight I could get from Dr. Phil, but I can't seem to help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for what it's worth, I thought I'd share with you some of my organizational tips.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;DRAWERS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Sd0aalqckuI/AAAAAAAACgw/4oGk4D9T_Hc/s1600-h/DSCF3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Sd0aalqckuI/AAAAAAAACgw/4oGk4D9T_Hc/s400/DSCF3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322439378710860514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I  can take no credit for this -- it's from my seestah, Jennifer!) I don't know if this sounds familiar:  drawer full of shirts -- stuffed to the brim, but only the top five or six only get worn...the same five or six every week!  Have you seen the t-shirt on the bottom of the stack since Daughtry lost American Idol?  Uh-huh...See what I mean?!?! Or...have you ever gone into your 5 year old daughter's room and found every shirt in her drawer on the floor because she was looking for the "shirt with the pink flowers and the sparkly writing?"  True story.  I see the shirt...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Sd0aawMVJqI/AAAAAAAACg4/XQTNbBJeglw/s1600-h/DSCF3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Sd0aawMVJqI/AAAAAAAACg4/XQTNbBJeglw/s400/DSCF3237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322439381537334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's nothing fancy, as you can see from the pictures, if you fold your shirts in half lengthwise and then fold that top to bottom and then in half again you get this nice little size that fits perfectly in a child-size drawer.  This way, you can look in the drawer and see exactly what you have and exactly what you need!  You may remember shirts you didn't even know you had (or that you should have long ago thrown away) and you can see everything at a glance.  I also do this with their pajamas and their jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go...organizational tip #1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-92088863222324323?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/92088863222324323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=92088863222324323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/92088863222324323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/92088863222324323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-spring-between-really-nice.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/Sd0aalqckuI/AAAAAAAACgw/4oGk4D9T_Hc/s72-c/DSCF3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-9000303977117635780</id><published>2009-03-20T19:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:38:06.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmett is a Big Boy!</title><content type='html'>Emmett is two!  He's a great little boy and lots of fun.  He makes us laugh and his favorite foods are "bips" (chips) and oranges.  He's figured out that presents are always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdb5SEmI/AAAAAAAACfI/Wg9osvnI538/s1600-h/100_3888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdb5SEmI/AAAAAAAACfI/Wg9osvnI538/s400/100_3888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453130745451106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdATASbI/AAAAAAAACfA/94ZuJYF30ks/s1600-h/100_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdATASbI/AAAAAAAACfA/94ZuJYF30ks/s400/100_3886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453123337144754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIddTYXAI/AAAAAAAACfQ/tkxyvQm3T8E/s1600-h/100_3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIddTYXAI/AAAAAAAACfQ/tkxyvQm3T8E/s400/100_3889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453131123350530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Looking for any excuse to avoid grading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I spent a few hours making this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRId6Oq42I/AAAAAAAACfg/eim_FmTfLJs/s1600-h/100_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRId6Oq42I/AAAAAAAACfg/eim_FmTfLJs/s400/100_3898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453138888221538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Emmett is two and he's going to have a little sister joining us pretty soon, we figured it was time for Emmett to sleep in a big boy bed.  But, Audrey has been sleeping in the toddler bed and so when we would try to get Emmett to sleep in the toddler bed he would cry and say "YaYa bed!"  I figured we needed to do something to make it "his" bed.  So, I went to JoAnn's and grabbed three yards of SpongeBob fabric and found whatever extra fabric I could at home.  So, rather than finish my grading, I made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdvocFoI/AAAAAAAACfY/u2xqBUlM1Uc/s1600-h/100_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdvocFoI/AAAAAAAACfY/u2xqBUlM1Uc/s400/100_3897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453136043513474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spongebob is not necessarily my role model of choice, but Emmett really loves him (long story) and they had no Elmo or Diego fabric!  So, for having no pattern and no idea what I was doing, I'm pretty excited about it!  I just can't let my mother-in-law look too closely at my "figure-it-out-as-you-go" sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after three nights, it's working great!  He's falling asleep in his own bed and staying there all night!  Whoohoo!  Maybe I will be able to survive four.  People do it all the time, right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-9000303977117635780?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/9000303977117635780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=9000303977117635780' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9000303977117635780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9000303977117635780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/03/emmett-is-big-boy.html' title='Emmett is a Big Boy!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/ScRIdb5SEmI/AAAAAAAACfI/Wg9osvnI538/s72-c/100_3888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6020332690799376236</id><published>2009-02-16T20:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:41:49.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Ode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=49776296"&gt;"Lucky" Official Video With Colbie Caillat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49776296,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49776296,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://gordongossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenifer &lt;/a&gt;put this song on her blog a while ago.  Take a listen -- it's a sweet song.  When I heard it I thought it would be perfect for Valentine's Day.  Well, it's also perfect for February 16th.  :)  Or any day for  that matter because I really do feel very lucky to be married to my best friend.  Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about who I'd like to see, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about who would love a certain restaurant, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about who I'd like to show something funny, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about who I'll ask a question I've been pondering, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;When I see something ridiculous or funny and want to tell someone, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm frustrated or upset and think about the first person to call, it's Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry dude, you're it!  For the long haul.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6020332690799376236?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6020332690799376236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6020332690799376236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6020332690799376236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6020332690799376236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-jenifer-put-this-song-on-her.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Ode'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6061289017682767315</id><published>2009-01-29T21:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:04:30.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice...</title><content type='html'>...that's what little girls are made of!  At least I really hope so, because we are going to even up the score here:  3 boys, 3 girls! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SYKKMZcUXgI/AAAAAAAACcg/P7INc46bfmc/s1600-h/baby-girl-stroller.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SYKKMZcUXgI/AAAAAAAACcg/P7INc46bfmc/s400/baby-girl-stroller.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296948057333849602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both Spencer and Audrey were hoping for a little sister, so they are really excited.  Audrey was less than impressed though, with the "pictures" we brought back for her.  I admit, they don't look much like a baby, in fact, they look down right alien.  Audrey wanted to come to the appointment when I told her that the Dr was going to use a special machine to see the baby inside my tummy.  But, then she decided she'd actually rather show Grammy her sparkly eye shadow (priorities people!) and was pacified when I told her we'd bring back pictures.  I should have realized...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6061289017682767315?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6061289017682767315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6061289017682767315' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6061289017682767315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6061289017682767315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SYKKMZcUXgI/AAAAAAAACcg/P7INc46bfmc/s72-c/baby-girl-stroller.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7179542046500362635</id><published>2009-01-22T12:21:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:03:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-ever-have-days-that-feel-like.html"&gt;this Jenga post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;?  Well, obviously I've taken a blogging sabbatical.  Thanks to those of you who checked in! :)   I'll fill you in on how my Jenga tower is doing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(beware, my SIL JeNeale taught me how to make collages in Picasa...you can click on them to see more detail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Jenga Block #1:  Audrey and the Sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One afternoon Spencer came running inside.  I went outside to see Audrey at the d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oor crying and blood all over her chin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She had climbed a (dead) Aspen tree by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;our h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ouse to watch Spencer and his friends play tetherball.  Well, she fell out of the tree.  This is how she described it:  "Mom...head first, then arms, then legs..."  It was so sad!  She had seven stitches in her chin and four in her mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Have you ever seen the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitch &lt;/span&gt;where Will Smith eats the shrimp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjMuvQRZgI/AAAAAAAACRM/NHvz7yfKtdI/s1600-h/halloween+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjMuvQRZgI/AAAAAAAACRM/NHvz7yfKtdI/s400/halloween+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206465304782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Jenga Block #2:  Spencer turns 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Spencer's birthday with family in Boise and Burley (with my sister and her girls up from California).  It was a great birthday and he is really into drawing and sketching so he got some cool books and sets from Grandma and Grandpa.  He also loves his airsoft gun.  I loved it until I heard Emmett dump the extra plastic bb's all over the kitchen counter and tile floor.  I am STILL finding orange bb's! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjORICsXMI/AAAAAAAACRU/_USgmfrlxsw/s1600-h/100_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjORICsXMI/AAAAAAAACRU/_USgmfrlxsw/s400/100_3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294208155585895618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there...&lt;br /&gt;My brother took the kids to tour the dairy.  They had a great time...Emmett learned a new word (cow with a "t") and Spencer tried to milk a cow!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjRIuCDa5I/AAAAAAAACRc/wrYTWcCQQK0/s1600-h/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjRIuCDa5I/AAAAAAAACRc/wrYTWcCQQK0/s400/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294211309699820434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there...&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and her cousin Courtney decided to give themselves haircuts.  Luckily, Broooke's sister cuts hair and she saved the day!  Thanks Darci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjRJHOpxkI/AAAAAAAACRk/a97sWknsNFY/s1600-h/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjRJHOpxkI/AAAAAAAACRk/a97sWknsNFY/s400/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294211316463552066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there...&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving.  And realized that we had much to be thankful for.  Grandma sent these funny turkey headbands.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjWnUuPNuI/AAAAAAAACR8/XvS91-NWihI/s1600-h/100_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjWnUuPNuI/AAAAAAAACR8/XvS91-NWihI/s400/100_3727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294217333039904482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Jenga Block #3:  Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas-time with the traditions, the family, the snow, the holiday treat gorge-fest, and watching the kids Christmas morning.  This year was like most years, which I love...the Hill family makes Christmas Eve really special.  We have a nativity, cousin present exchange, new jammies, and Christmas morning starts in the hall!  Emmett pretty much stayed in his new wagon for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjU9HGR-eI/AAAAAAAACRs/j9ULM0lHSjE/s1600-h/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjU9HGR-eI/AAAAAAAACRs/j9ULM0lHSjE/s400/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215508316518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why don't we have a picture of Emmett with Santa?  Well, Santa pretty much freaks him out.  These pictures are from the Ward Christmas Party, which is another post altogether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjWm7D_09I/AAAAAAAACR0/1VD2poZsEcw/s1600-h/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjWm7D_09I/AAAAAAAACR0/1VD2poZsEcw/s400/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294217326151848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenga Block #4:  Last Minute Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday before New Years my BIL Marty texted Cash to say he had tickets to the Rose Bowl and that he should bring the family down for a Pasadena New Years.  We're both off for the semester and thought, why not?!?  So, we packed up the van, prayed that Sweetzer pass would be open, stocked up on road-trip junk food, and drove many hours to Southern California.  It was a really great trip, the kids did fantastic, and it was so nice to get away from the winter storms for a little bit.  My sister and her family always have front row seats at the Rose Parade and the parade is amazing in person!  Cash went to the Rose Bowl, we went shopping, and we ate some of the best food! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjY7JjXGlI/AAAAAAAACSE/Ofc7uMex7xQ/s1600-h/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjY7JjXGlI/AAAAAAAACSE/Ofc7uMex7xQ/s400/thanksgiving,+spencer+9,+christmas,+ward+party,+rose+bowl+jan+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294219872662133330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenga Block #5:  Hill #4!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still reading this too-long post, then you'll see the main reason I haven't updated my blog in a while!  Yes, we're going to have baby Hill #4 this summer!  We'll find out in a week if we're having a boy or a girl.  Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellybelly.com.au/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bellybelly.com.au/t/Yjt5h5TGz9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this one should be called the Jenga Brick...it brought the tower tumbling down!!  Well, it brought our house to a screeching halt for a while.  I'm feeling lots better now, and Cash is happy to see that I'm now cooking meals again.  Emmett still seems like a little baby, so it's hard to believe he's going to be a big brother!  We're really excited for this new little one to bless our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have been healthy and happy.  I can't wait to catch up on all your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7179542046500362635?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7179542046500362635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7179542046500362635' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7179542046500362635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7179542046500362635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-this-jenga-post-well-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SXjMuvQRZgI/AAAAAAAACRM/NHvz7yfKtdI/s72-c/halloween+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-433500691494985547</id><published>2008-11-09T21:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:07:42.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of princesses, superheroes, and cowboys...</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, Halloween is a big-hit holiday in the Hill household. We had a great time this year. We have a couple's Halloween party -- this year's theme was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superheroes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Villains&lt;/span&gt;. Cash and I decided to go old-school this year and go as Skeletor and She-Ra. Cash's costume and make-up turned out fantastic, if I must say so myself... :) As for me...let's just say it was my first foray into sewing with vinyl. I went through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of vinyl and gold spray paint! It was a fun party. We had a root-beer tasting contest. We learned a couple of things: 1) I could not identify &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; root beer in a blind taste test and 2) if you have to buy generic, Albertson's wins hands-down!  You can see lots more pictures at our &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mhilltamu/Halloween2008#"&gt;Picasa album.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5krrGWQI/AAAAAAAACEE/0liSmRJ1Oe4/s1600-h/100_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5krrGWQI/AAAAAAAACEE/0liSmRJ1Oe4/s400/100_3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882329083009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think She-Ra always wins this battle right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5kTXZRhI/AAAAAAAACD8/S_wzCcGE6m0/s1600-h/100_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5kTXZRhI/AAAAAAAACD8/S_wzCcGE6m0/s400/100_3583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882322557912594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy!!!  I also learned that I should never become a blonde.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5lsn7L7I/AAAAAAAACEc/jw04mOsI-gc/s1600-h/100_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5lsn7L7I/AAAAAAAACEc/jw04mOsI-gc/s400/100_3585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882346517999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cash's Sis and BIL -- Beetlejuice and Elphaba from Wicked.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe7QIh_DdI/AAAAAAAACEk/C6_LIGtyoMs/s1600-h/100_3581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe7QIh_DdI/AAAAAAAACEk/C6_LIGtyoMs/s400/100_3581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266884175075413458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cash's Bro and SIL as Kung Foo Panda and Tigress (a big jump from KISS and Darth Maul! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5lQyoL5I/AAAAAAAACEU/zZOfHdroC1k/s1600-h/100_3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5lQyoL5I/AAAAAAAACEU/zZOfHdroC1k/s400/100_3545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882339046698898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey as Belle (thanks Grandma for the beautiful dress!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5kgAjxdI/AAAAAAAACEM/tUavpuEMeLQ/s1600-h/100_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5kgAjxdI/AAAAAAAACEM/tUavpuEMeLQ/s400/100_3554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266882325951792594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmett as Woody the Sheriff -- complete with pull-string!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"There's a snake in my boot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe8lr-vrtI/AAAAAAAACEs/VKgp4ovPN4I/s1600-h/100_3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe8lr-vrtI/AAAAAAAACEs/VKgp4ovPN4I/s400/100_3548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266885644880162514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer as Ben 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-433500691494985547?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/433500691494985547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=433500691494985547' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/433500691494985547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/433500691494985547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-princesses-superheroes-and-cowboys.html' title='Of princesses, superheroes, and cowboys...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SRe5krrGWQI/AAAAAAAACEE/0liSmRJ1Oe4/s72-c/100_3591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7758148886346670586</id><published>2008-10-14T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:24:21.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm better...</title><content type='html'>and completely over my pity party &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see previous post)&lt;/span&gt;.  Please forgive my indulgence.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, Cash and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/span&gt; with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman (well, actually I fell asleep...but got the gist of the movie).  Cash loved it.  So, I hear people talking about their "bucket lists" now (if you haven't seen the movie...it's things you want to do before you die).  Well, a little while ago there was this neat article in the paper about things you should do as a couple...a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Couple's Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;!  Anyway, it's on our fridge which means that it will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;happen &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's right next to my little Noah's Ark magnet with the list of food storage items.......)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"10 Extreme Bonding Experiences for Couples"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playing Guitar Hero &lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;.  and, yes it was fun.  thanks Jared and Maren!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paintball &lt;/span&gt;(and I want to add here lasertag...I've always wanted to go and it sounds so fun!)&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marathon Training&lt;/span&gt; (ok, let's be realistic...maybe triathlon training.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Climbing&lt;/span&gt; (I love it at the YMCA...it would be scary in real life)&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling&lt;/span&gt; (hum...I broke 100 once and it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;deal)&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tandem Skydiving&lt;/span&gt; (one of my friends did this for her birthday.  crazy...but I'm game)&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camping&lt;/span&gt; (the article says:  "by 'camping' we mean the two of you alone in a tent, not 'criusing through the great outdoors in an RV bigger and nicer than your first apartment' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cough, cough...JeNeale!)&lt;/span&gt;...it's your chance to get away from it all and just savor nature and each other.")&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafting&lt;/span&gt;  (Ok, we live in Idaho and we've got amazing rapids just up the street!)&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test Driving a Sports Car&lt;/span&gt;  (where's the marathon shoe shopping activity??)&lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visit an Amusement Park  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Cash can go on all the scary rides and I can eat all the cotton candy I want!  Better not do both...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to join the challenge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what's on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUCKET LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7758148886346670586?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7758148886346670586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7758148886346670586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7758148886346670586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7758148886346670586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-im-better.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m better...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3453149170783409301</id><published>2008-10-14T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:36:56.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever have days that feel like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SPTKQqMCk7I/AAAAAAAACAE/P5e3KuSgeKo/s1600-h/jenga_tower_as_software_planning_metaphor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SPTKQqMCk7I/AAAAAAAACAE/P5e3KuSgeKo/s400/jenga_tower_as_software_planning_metaphor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257049052599718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yikes, right now I feel like one of those towers -- I'm ok as long as no one put another block on top!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3453149170783409301?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3453149170783409301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3453149170783409301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3453149170783409301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3453149170783409301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-ever-have-days-that-feel-like.html' title='Do you ever have days that feel like this?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SPTKQqMCk7I/AAAAAAAACAE/P5e3KuSgeKo/s72-c/jenga_tower_as_software_planning_metaphor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8633038909867563580</id><published>2008-10-03T11:51:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:10:01.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes my heart go pitter-patter...</title><content type='html'>For some people it's chocolate and unicorns and rainbows that get their soft spot.  Me? Well, it's cleaning supplies and organizational stuff.  I love going into Don Aslett's Cleaning Center as much as I love going into Sephora!  I know -- a little strange, but I thought I'd share with you a few of my new favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these fun things from an etsy shop, the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=21416"&gt;ModMobile&lt;/a&gt;, by Allyson Hill (no relation, unfortunately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZjjJE5qhI/AAAAAAAAB_I/TWeYdXrVPf0/s1600-h/il_430xN.39266301.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At first I may have balked at the price of the bag, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, not having to fight with a Winco bag in the front seat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;having my kids know where the sucker sticks and fruit snack wrappers go?  Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkFSgTAVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/AOC-9t4HHlw/s1600-h/il_430xN.39266301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkFSgTAVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/AOC-9t4HHlw/s320/il_430xN.39266301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996057403687250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_8&amp;amp;listing_id=15609040"&gt;fantastic little beauty&lt;/a&gt; hangs on the back of my seat and has little bags that you stick in between the liner and the outside.  They're biodegradable and I keep a stash in the glove box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkFsDp-cI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/av4EDgorPtA/s1600-h/il_430xN.38623062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkFsDp-cI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/av4EDgorPtA/s320/il_430xN.38623062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996064262879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_3&amp;amp;listing_id=15414387"&gt;little tissue holder&lt;/a&gt; attaches to your visor and no more searching for tissues in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkF3uFHTI/AAAAAAAAB_g/-L0mMYdXTRQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.39266298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkF3uFHTI/AAAAAAAAB_g/-L0mMYdXTRQ/s320/il_430xN.39266298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996067393609010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fun fabric I got for our van!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to share some of my favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out our fun new fall fabrics at &lt;a href="http://yayababyslings.blogspot.com/"&gt;YaYa Baby Slings&lt;/a&gt;!  Cozy and soft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8633038909867563580?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8633038909867563580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8633038909867563580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8633038909867563580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8633038909867563580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/10/makes-my-heart-go-pitter-patter.html' title='Makes my heart go pitter-patter...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOZkFSgTAVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/AOC-9t4HHlw/s72-c/il_430xN.39266301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8429647779137580253</id><published>2008-09-29T23:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:31:01.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We love visitors!</title><content type='html'>Our good friend from Texas, Alisa (who is now at Oklahoma University), came to Idaho! She was teaching in Mountain Home at the Air Force Base, but she got to escape the "excitement" of Mountain Home to come and visit!  We had a great time!  Thanks for coming Alisa...come again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4rg78dVI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JJnj8auvDTg/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4rg78dVI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JJnj8auvDTg/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681698205955410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually she prefers if her feet are above her bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4r5_FfFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/30XYnyxb1rA/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4r5_FfFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/30XYnyxb1rA/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681704930016338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dinner out -- Spencer's absolute favorite...Wingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4sOaKv-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/M8fEhHGALIE/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4sOaKv-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/M8fEhHGALIE/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681710412316642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heeheehee...I eem coloring on dee paper but soon I vill be coloring on your counters vith dee markers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4se_Kp7I/AAAAAAAAB9g/pEhPCFQvL70/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4se_Kp7I/AAAAAAAAB9g/pEhPCFQvL70/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681714862466994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa, Spencer, and Audrey.  Um, who's not afraid of the camera?  YaYa "CheezeIt" Baby?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4rcjgbjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/4h9rL9XmvsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4rcjgbjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/4h9rL9XmvsQ/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251681697029713458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmett is completely obsessed with birds; this just about put him over the edge.  Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8429647779137580253?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8429647779137580253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8429647779137580253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8429647779137580253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8429647779137580253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-love-visitors.html' title='We love visitors!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SOG4rg78dVI/AAAAAAAAB9I/JJnj8auvDTg/s72-c/IMG_0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3628394702439142272</id><published>2008-09-23T11:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:21:58.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were this clever...</title><content type='html'>So my blog-friend has a knack for finding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;things on-line and posts them on &lt;a href="http://gordongossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I usually go there and 1) make a wish list and 2) realize that some people have been given a ridiculously large "creativity gene."  Recently, she posted about this fun site:  &lt;a href="http://www.lineuponlinecards.com/"&gt;line-upon-line cards&lt;/a&gt; -- these are the cutest cards with a little bit of Mormon humor.  Check out some of my favorites.  Too clever...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko0fD2DqI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/RMD9oBdK7GI/s1600-h/6a00d8351381fc69e200e552a53d848833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko0fD2DqI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/RMD9oBdK7GI/s400/6a00d8351381fc69e200e552a53d848833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271722832957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko06NrvwI/AAAAAAAAB8g/384nEleGCUU/s1600-h/6a00d8351381fc69e200e552a543bc8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko06NrvwI/AAAAAAAAB8g/384nEleGCUU/s400/6a00d8351381fc69e200e552a543bc8833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271730121981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko1LriBOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Wh46w8In1cw/s1600-h/6a00d8351381fc69e200e553eb9b728833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko1LriBOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Wh46w8In1cw/s400/6a00d8351381fc69e200e553eb9b728833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271734810576098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko1gbIMlI/AAAAAAAAB8w/g9QGYMOguqY/s1600-h/6a00d8351381fc69e200e5540ea85b8834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko1gbIMlI/AAAAAAAAB8w/g9QGYMOguqY/s400/6a00d8351381fc69e200e5540ea85b8834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271740378919506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko19_MfUI/AAAAAAAAB84/NM97sW33LiI/s1600-h/6a00d8351381fc69e200e5521055a68834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko19_MfUI/AAAAAAAAB84/NM97sW33LiI/s400/6a00d8351381fc69e200e5521055a68834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271748314824002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;favorite "Mormon-ism?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3628394702439142272?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3628394702439142272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3628394702439142272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3628394702439142272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3628394702439142272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-i-were-this-clever.html' title='I wish I were this clever...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SNko0fD2DqI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/RMD9oBdK7GI/s72-c/6a00d8351381fc69e200e552a53d848833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-799996000608942052</id><published>2008-09-08T16:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:04:10.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade stands are *so* last year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWuDWFfryI/AAAAAAAAB7c/r-DQlk68jYo/s1600-h/100_3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWuDWFfryI/AAAAAAAAB7c/r-DQlk68jYo/s400/100_3491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243788713634279202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the kids have been trying to help out in the garden this year and they have a lot of fun watching things grow.  However, all the stuff I read about how if your kids help you cook and grow food they're more likely to eat it.  Total lie.  Unless you deep fat fry the zucchini and let them dip it in ketchup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last Saturday the kids thought they'd like to set up a vegetable stand.  Unfortunately it was 9 a.m. and there wasn't a lot of traffic.  Our neighbor Roger was their only customer.  They sure looked cute selling their stuff though! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-799996000608942052?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/799996000608942052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=799996000608942052' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/799996000608942052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/799996000608942052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/09/lemonade-stands-are-so-last-year.html' title='Lemonade stands are *so* last year...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWuDWFfryI/AAAAAAAAB7c/r-DQlk68jYo/s72-c/100_3491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7563890304829879821</id><published>2008-09-08T15:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:07:17.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love the end of summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching college football...Whoop!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoying the unbelievable weather -- evenings on the deck are my favorite time of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the kids are back in school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing hoodies (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which are great at hiding any muffin-top that may or may not be the result of a lazy-dazy summer and too much chips and salsa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;planning Halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sleeping with the windows open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;picking perfect apples and peaches at the orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, I love the end of summer because of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWoN4T9GvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/iJhGlLa1PUc/s1600-h/100_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWoN4T9GvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/iJhGlLa1PUc/s400/100_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243782297550658290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I picked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;this afternoon!  It is so fun to enjoy the fruits of all our gardening labors!  It's been such a fun summer; the tomato plants were huge, the squash took over the lawn, the cucumbers outgrew their trellises!  Each year I learn so much!  I'm excited to try again next spring.   Actually I'm going to try some swiss chard this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7563890304829879821?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7563890304829879821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7563890304829879821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7563890304829879821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7563890304829879821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-love-end-of-summer.html' title='Why I love the end of summer...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SMWoN4T9GvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/iJhGlLa1PUc/s72-c/100_3492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7852475174208430928</id><published>2008-09-03T13:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:37:42.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-O Mom</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm feeling very sheepish and lame because all of you fantastic moms put up very nice posts about the first day of school and how sad you were to see your kids growing up and going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do I lose my mom-of-the-year trophy if I say I was actually a bit excited?  But, not in the "I'm excited you're out of my hair" excited (Ok, ok...there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;have been a flicker of that somewhere) but the "I'm so excited for you to experience Kindergarten and 3rd grade" excited.  Let me explain:  every year I would get this nervous/excited/can't sleep tummy ache for the first day of school.  It was like Christmas eve, but better since I didn't know what was in store! (As most of you know,  I don't really enjoy surprises so I usually knew most of my presents.)  Every school year was like a blank slate.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;get excited before every semester that I teach because I look forward to meeting new students, having brand new Expo markers, and trying new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I don't really get sad about school starting; I just get that nervous excitement.  I think about Audrey's excitement about riding the bus for the first time, or Spencer's excitement about the new kid at school who's in his group and I'm excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Cash's mom took a picture by the mailbox, so we have started that tradition with Spencer -- and now we've added Audrey.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SL7mL8Pe3hI/AAAAAAAABkY/oWaXTIwIv5I/s1600-h/100_3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SL7mL8Pe3hI/AAAAAAAABkY/oWaXTIwIv5I/s400/100_3487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241880109129850386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7852475174208430928?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7852475174208430928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7852475174208430928' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7852475174208430928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7852475174208430928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/09/lame-o-mom.html' title='Lame-O Mom'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SL7mL8Pe3hI/AAAAAAAABkY/oWaXTIwIv5I/s72-c/100_3487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7930744443992480127</id><published>2008-08-05T19:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:01:05.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey is 5!!!</title><content type='html'>Audrey had a birthday in July and boy howdy was she excited.  It was a long time coming because she knew that her birthday was in the summer and she knew that we wear shorts in the summer.  So, she was pretty sure her birthday was going to be sometime in April.  That's some great deductive reasoning! :) After much persuasion, I finally convinced her she could wear shorts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNLyAPYbI/AAAAAAAABi8/490law4g_tc/s1600-h/100_3390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNLyAPYbI/AAAAAAAABi8/490law4g_tc/s400/100_3390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231226938220044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In honor of Audrey, here's 5 things I love about my YaYa Baby...&lt;br /&gt;5.  She wants nothing more than to eat mashed potatoes and taco beans (refried beans) every day.&lt;br /&gt;4.  She can't really say her "r" or "g" or "k" so she talks about things like "Hello Titty" and "Dood One" (reserved for when Spencer does something wrong). &lt;br /&gt;3.  She loves to listen to my "i-pad" and to hear her sing "Hollaback Girl" is a mother's pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;2.  She can play by herself for hours:  lining up rocks in the driveway, singing songs on the swing set, arranging all the Little People things into a town...she's just a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;1.  She is sweet, funny, and has a Jedi-like power over her dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she is going to kindergarten!  For her birthday, she got a special ABC book.  The book is adorable -- made by my ultra-talented friend &lt;a href="http://jesseandtrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt;!  The book has a place for each letter and you can put in pictures of things they know. i.e. "B is for Brothers...O is for Ouch" (picture of Audrey with her broken arm)... you get the idea. Audrey loves it and loves looking at pictures of her and her family, but mostly of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNMZ0DVfI/AAAAAAAABjM/SBb6p45x2iE/s1600-h/100_3446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNMZ0DVfI/AAAAAAAABjM/SBb6p45x2iE/s400/100_3446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231226948906341874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"B is for Brothers" and "C is for Cousins"&lt;br /&gt;Evidently you should take them out of the sleeve and turn off the flash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNML81ODI/AAAAAAAABjE/ECgVo8URquU/s1600-h/100_3450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNML81ODI/AAAAAAAABjE/ECgVo8URquU/s400/100_3450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231226945185069106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"X is for x-traordinary kids" and "Y is for YaYa Baby"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aren't those cute?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;, for any of you ladies in Utah (or who might be going to down to Utah) --- check this out:  &lt;a href="http://jesseandtrish.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-heard.html"&gt;ABC's of Me.&lt;/a&gt;   Tricia is doing her ABC books at the Scrapbook Expo in Utah.  This year Trish is making another book to go along with the ABC book:  "Expressions of Me."  They are mighty cute and make me feel like I'm almost creative!  So, if any of you are down there make sure to sign up for the Expo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've got two more trips to post about!  Someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7930744443992480127?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7930744443992480127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7930744443992480127' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7930744443992480127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7930744443992480127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/08/audreys-abcs.html' title='Audrey is 5!!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SJkNLyAPYbI/AAAAAAAABi8/490law4g_tc/s72-c/100_3390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6183104455328278527</id><published>2008-07-23T23:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:23:38.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons why Cash is a Professor...</title><content type='html'>Reason #1. Watch this:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFvnkeqmusk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFvnkeqmusk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cash, his brother Jared, and his brother-in-law Brent -- they look pretty awesome if I can brag a bit.  And I guess since it's my blog, I can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2. Watch this:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtFscu9OZwI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtFscu9OZwI&lt;/a&gt;  (That's Spencer in the first part of the video -- his nickname is "Zeus" -- Cash was SO proud!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reason #3.  Cash coaching Spencer's baseball team this summer.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIgO5f6xY1I/AAAAAAAABhY/tlenlRlyKDA/s1600-h/100_3383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIgO5f6xY1I/AAAAAAAABhY/tlenlRlyKDA/s200/100_3383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226443748546798418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4.  Conference in Chicago every April that happens to coincide with opening weekend for the Chicago Cubs.  Hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5.  He get to read books for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #6.  See previous posts about Family Reunions.  (I'm not sure that's what he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do this summer.  I think it had more to do with #1 and #2, but he's a good sport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #7.  Baseball starts in April and ends in October.  If the Cubs make the playoffs he's really in a pickle during fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #8.  He thinks "running numbers" is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #9.  "I'm a teacher.  All I need are minds for molding."  (movie anyone?  one of Cash's all time favorites...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #10.  After 12 years of school he finally decided he better get a "real job."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6183104455328278527?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6183104455328278527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6183104455328278527' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6183104455328278527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6183104455328278527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-reasons-why-cash-is-professor.html' title='Top 10 reasons why Cash is a Professor...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIgO5f6xY1I/AAAAAAAABhY/tlenlRlyKDA/s72-c/100_3383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-9110359469081429537</id><published>2008-07-17T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:01:10.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>The Rockwell Family reunion (my mom's side) was in Las Vegas over 4th of July weekend. It was a blast and great to see everyone. But, WOW -- July in Las Vegas is hot, hot, hot! We weren't certain that the read out in our van went to triple digits, but evidently it goes up to 113 degrees! But, it was certainly a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we went to a huge indoor (whew!) Bounce house place with slides, webbed obstacle towers, and boxing rings. Everyone had a blast -- even the adults got in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KoC_wIEI/AAAAAAAABg4/rSuOH_s4kPM/s1600-h/100_3363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KoC_wIEI/AAAAAAAABg4/rSuOH_s4kPM/s400/100_3363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116882120908866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audrey racing down the huge slide (Emmett even did this one with me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KovKJvwI/AAAAAAAABhA/12vo4WE-2-g/s1600-h/100_3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KovKJvwI/AAAAAAAABhA/12vo4WE-2-g/s400/100_3362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116893975691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be fooled -- these gloves look soft but I could barely lift them!  Which means 1) they're really heavy or 2) I'm really wimpy.  Please don't actually answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_Ko8eCwhI/AAAAAAAABhI/XWuczxVXYFw/s1600-h/100_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_Ko8eCwhI/AAAAAAAABhI/XWuczxVXYFw/s400/100_3368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116897548780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cash and Emmett enjoying the tall slide.  I think Emmett is enjoying it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KAFwbHXI/AAAAAAAABgo/gIPdKDqIgQI/s1600-h/100_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KAFwbHXI/AAAAAAAABgo/gIPdKDqIgQI/s400/100_3370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116195667156338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audrey cheesing it up in the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ne day we went to Mount Charleston (it was about 15 degrees cooler) and had a picnic and just enjoyed the beautiful mountains.  I love the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J-9DKz0I/AAAAAAAABgY/hoYjoX01zck/s1600-h/100_3377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J-9DKz0I/AAAAAAAABgY/hoYjoX01zck/s400/100_3377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116176149991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the talent show, Spencer and his cousin Tanner showed off their athletic prowess with their own spectacular version of plastic jai a'lai.  We had to clap them off the stage.  It was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J_YHwQjI/AAAAAAAABgg/5g8KU9R2EUI/s1600-h/100_3372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J_YHwQjI/AAAAAAAABgg/5g8KU9R2EUI/s400/100_3372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116183416980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;udrey and Grandma went up to learn how to hula dance from some hula dancers that came.  Not sure what's going on with my camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J-OvaIcI/AAAAAAAABgQ/lWwog6AFFb0/s1600-h/100_3380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_J-OvaIcI/AAAAAAAABgQ/lWwog6AFFb0/s400/100_3380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224116163719078338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with the grandkids.  Travis is MIA because he got struck by "Typhoid Rockwell" -- some nasty little virus that spread like wildfire and had about 14 casualties by the time it was all said and done.  Not the best picture of my kids:  Spencer is looking at Emmett, I have no idea where Audrey is, and Emmett is screaming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a great reunion and although it made me miss my mom terribly, she comes from a fantastic family who really step in as our "moms" when we need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving tomorrow for Cash's family reunion in Cascade, ID.  It should be lots of fun, lots of food, and lots of skiing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-9110359469081429537?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/9110359469081429537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=9110359469081429537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9110359469081429537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/9110359469081429537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH_KoC_wIEI/AAAAAAAABg4/rSuOH_s4kPM/s72-c/100_3363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3471147198409716217</id><published>2008-07-15T16:39:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:13:15.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Show Me" State</title><content type='html'>Two family reunions down, one to go! Actually, that makes them sound like a bad thing, but they're certainly "good things" and they have made this a summer to remember!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off with we went back to visit my dad (for the first time since we moved to Boise) and got to tag along to the Shedd Family Reunion in Branson, MO.  Now, understand that Cash had been (half-jokingly) telling everyone that he was going to go see the Osmonds. Unfortunately, they have packed up and left Branson...  However, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;manage to find other things to do and see.  :) First, we spent a  few days in Texarkana with Grandma and Grandpa and got to see my sister Kim and her husband Joey.  It was great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0pDu9EMyI/AAAAAAAABfY/xrdbUD3E3UA/s1600-h/100_3165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0pDu9EMyI/AAAAAAAABfY/xrdbUD3E3UA/s400/100_3165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223376286940148514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A stop in American Fork, UT to take flowers to Grandma Carolyn's grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rKH-ka0I/AAAAAAAABfg/v5qFOc4XGHI/s1600-h/100_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rKH-ka0I/AAAAAAAABfg/v5qFOc4XGHI/s400/100_3199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378595759811394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw the Amazing Chinese Acrobats -- they were amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rKn0UoZI/AAAAAAAABfo/0oR2nJw1faA/s1600-h/100_3206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rKn0UoZI/AAAAAAAABfo/0oR2nJw1faA/s400/100_3206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378604306768274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spencer liked the karate guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rK8KW__I/AAAAAAAABfw/d1QeeQVolaM/s1600-h/100_3204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rK8KW__I/AAAAAAAABfw/d1QeeQVolaM/s400/100_3204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378609767907314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These girls had incredible balance - and though they weigh 42 pounds they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rLpnQLrI/AAAAAAAABf4/3kWJCMd7MNU/s1600-h/100_3253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rLpnQLrI/AAAAAAAABf4/3kWJCMd7MNU/s400/100_3253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378621968690866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We spent a day at Silver Dollar City -- it was a blast.  Emmett rode these kiddy rides in a seat all by himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rMaFYrvI/AAAAAAAABgA/GpZa3RDUOh0/s1600-h/100_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0rMaFYrvI/AAAAAAAABgA/GpZa3RDUOh0/s400/100_3282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223378634979978994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to the Titanic Museum; it was so interesting and the kids really enjoyed it.  They had  an iceberg to touch, a deck the temperature of that night, a barrel of water the temperature of the water that you could see how long you could leave your hand in there (some of us made it almost a minute), and you went in as a passenger from the trip that you followed through the museum and found out at the end if you survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0ro2LvcFI/AAAAAAAABgI/qF6ZknReNOs/s1600-h/100_3305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0ro2LvcFI/AAAAAAAABgI/qF6ZknReNOs/s400/100_3305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223379123559166034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We finished up at my Uncle Joe's farm in Missouri.  The kids ran around, they fished in the pond, jumped on hay bales, and above they're showing off Uncle Joe's quail eggs -- around the corner there are probably a hundred little baby quail.  oooh, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much to do in Branson, and it was a really fun place to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3471147198409716217?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3471147198409716217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3471147198409716217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3471147198409716217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3471147198409716217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/07/quality-family-time.html' title='The &quot;Show Me&quot; State'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SH0pDu9EMyI/AAAAAAAABfY/xrdbUD3E3UA/s72-c/100_3165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-1888795011543267589</id><published>2008-06-26T00:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:44:30.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestone #1:  Walking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, Emmett &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;decided that he would like to try walking.  He's very slow but oh so proud of himself.  He's grown up too fast -- soon he'll be in nursery!  If I knew how to make those fancy video clips -- I'd put one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM1YAfMqwI/AAAAAAAABcs/HNQI6k3Q4ks/s1600-h/100_3329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM1YAfMqwI/AAAAAAAABcs/HNQI6k3Q4ks/s400/100_3329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216071479989152514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emmett walking at the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, speaking of video clips -- you should check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFvnkeqmusk"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; video of Cash and his brothers skiing (Cash's brother put it together...it's fantastic!).  It's awesome and those boys couldn't be happier.  Cash's mom is right -- a boat does have a way of bringing the family together.  Thanks Mom Hill!  We've had such a great time at the lake and our kids already look like Oreos without their bathing suits on!  And speaking of skiing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestone #2:  Skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer learned how to ski!  He got up on two skis and really seemed to like it. He rode around for a while and then tried to do some fancy footwork like he saw in the youtube video...he promptly fell.  But, he's ready to keep working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll post a picture of him skiing soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestone #3:  Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer has had another great baseball season.  Cash was his coach again and I don't know who has more fun, Cash or Spencer.  Spencer has gotten to be great at the plate, he's a fantastic 1st baseman, he likes to play catcher, and at the last game he got a double play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cash couldn't be more pleased that (for now) Spencer likes skiing and baseball and they have a blast spending time together doing both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM3cEowggI/AAAAAAAABc8/exWf3lDl_nA/s1600-h/100_3326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM3cEowggI/AAAAAAAABc8/exWf3lDl_nA/s400/100_3326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216073748845724162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spencer getting ready to take off from first base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestone #4:  Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey has been in charge of her strawberry plants since last summer.  We planted one plant and we now have about 25 plants.  After lots of watering and lots of patience, she finally got to eat her first strawberry.  She has decided there are plenty to share and  checks on them every day.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM2k-0-ClI/AAAAAAAABc0/gjuYIc__OVo/s1600-h/100_3142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM2k-0-ClI/AAAAAAAABc0/gjuYIc__OVo/s400/100_3142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216072802393524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-1888795011543267589?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/1888795011543267589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=1888795011543267589' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1888795011543267589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1888795011543267589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/06/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SGM1YAfMqwI/AAAAAAAABcs/HNQI6k3Q4ks/s72-c/100_3329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-180113540262887753</id><published>2008-06-17T13:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:28:11.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Father's Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Or Charles and Cash on Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a little late, but on Father's Day we were in the DFW airport.  So in honor of two of the greatest fathers I know, here's a little glimpse into one of the best Father and Son-in-law relationships out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting&lt;/span&gt;:  A minor [very minor] league baseball stadium for the Texarkana Gunslingers.  My dad is noticing that some of the people don't wear very "practical" shoes to the ball park.  My dad is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles:  &lt;/span&gt;Cash, why in the world would someone wear high heels to a baseball game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cash:  &lt;/span&gt;Well, Charles, it's because it makes your butt look hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles:  &lt;/span&gt;[long pause]...Do you think it would work for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cash:  &lt;/span&gt;[straight-faced]  I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SFgYvqWpDnI/AAAAAAAABbw/VoQJDZhVbOQ/s1600-h/100_3311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SFgYvqWpDnI/AAAAAAAABbw/VoQJDZhVbOQ/s400/100_3311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212943775783521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cash and Charles on Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-180113540262887753?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/180113540262887753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=180113540262887753' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/180113540262887753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/180113540262887753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SFgYvqWpDnI/AAAAAAAABbw/VoQJDZhVbOQ/s72-c/100_3311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-5900802308636529654</id><published>2008-06-03T01:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:42:25.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice...</title><content type='html'>Audrey is a girly-girl.  She loves pink, princess stuff, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fancy-Nancy-Jane-Oconnor/dp/0060542098"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fancy Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (if you haven't read this book and you have a young girl, you should so add it to your library list...along with another one of our favorites, &lt;a href="http://elizabethkann.com/pinkalicious.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/a&gt;  To be fair though, she is one tough cookie -- she runs with excitement when I find an earthworm so that she can add it to her "collection" of other poor garden critters, and she can pummel her eight year old brother with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about being the mom of a little girl is fixing her hair, all fancy-nancy-like.   Usually I have to fix her hair in a "princess-do" which means something like Pocahontas braids, Belle twists, Cinderella buns, or Aurora curls...hey, it works!  We have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we have discovered this fantastic site:  &lt;a href="http://shedoeshair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hair Today&lt;/a&gt; on my friend &lt;a href="http://zollingerfamily5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Calise's&lt;/a&gt; blog.  I had gotten in a rut with her hair (a bit like the rut I am in with my hair...my ponytail hair...but that's another post...) but now we have so much fun picking out hairstyles on the blog.  (There's a link to &lt;a href="http://girlydos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girly Do's by Jen&lt;/a&gt; which is great too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a few of our latest.  This one's a variation on "Heidi of the Alps:":&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SETz8huUnsI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Lh2gfYqmBrA/s1600-h/100_3134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SETz8huUnsI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Lh2gfYqmBrA/s400/100_3134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207555290317496002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0LBuUntI/AAAAAAAABbY/5GKXZZ9MKEc/s1600-h/100_3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0LBuUntI/AAAAAAAABbY/5GKXZZ9MKEc/s400/100_3133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207555539425599186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is just two little braids into a "messy bun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0fxuUnuI/AAAAAAAABbg/vP6sBegdqRo/s1600-h/100_3075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0fxuUnuI/AAAAAAAABbg/vP6sBegdqRo/s400/100_3075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207555895907884770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0rxuUnvI/AAAAAAAABbo/lOJS-qpBm_k/s1600-h/100_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SET0rxuUnvI/AAAAAAAABbo/lOJS-qpBm_k/s400/100_3076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207556102066314994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-5900802308636529654?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/5900802308636529654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=5900802308636529654' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5900802308636529654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5900802308636529654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/06/sugar-and-spice.html' title='Sugar and Spice...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SETz8huUnsI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Lh2gfYqmBrA/s72-c/100_3134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-4407162080153606088</id><published>2008-05-31T22:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:21:43.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Captain Awesome!</title><content type='html'>The crazy events of this spring, starting with my SIL Emily's coma, ending with my BIL Brent's heart attacks, and including a million other instances in between, have reminded me of the frailty of our most important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most important r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SEIsHRuUnqI/AAAAAAAABbA/zpXwwhfvqsw/s1600-h/100_2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SEIsHRuUnqI/AAAAAAAABbA/zpXwwhfvqsw/s400/100_2401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206772622722113186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elationship is with this guy:&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about how great he is and what a wonderful husband he is and how much fun we have -- and though he would LOVE that, I just don't think you guys want to read a bunch of sappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have just really realized lately that we can't take relationships for granted. They are entities of their own -- growing, changing, and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm verging on sappy; so, in honor of Cash's appreciation of succinctness, I will say this:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Dude, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;awesome."&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think he would be super pleased if I posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SEIvlBuUnrI/AAAAAAAABbI/iz0SbW-LZ2U/s1600-h/100_2362-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SEIvlBuUnrI/AAAAAAAABbI/iz0SbW-LZ2U/s400/100_2362-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206776432358104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-4407162080153606088?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/4407162080153606088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=4407162080153606088' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4407162080153606088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4407162080153606088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-captain-awesome.html' title='Happy Birthday Captain Awesome!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SEIsHRuUnqI/AAAAAAAABbA/zpXwwhfvqsw/s72-c/100_2401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-4782427404145974615</id><published>2008-05-28T22:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:26:34.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is...</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://alisahicklin.livejournal.com/"&gt;Alisa&lt;/a&gt; tagged me a while ago and I've been thinking about it...  She wanted to know what things you miss about where you used to live.  The only rule:  it can't be food.  What?!?!  That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;hard for me because, well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;food.  (evidence?  see previous post)  But, we have fond memories about places we've lived, even Pocatello.  So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS I MISS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From College Station, Texas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming 322 days of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing half the town wearing maroon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Gold's Gym with FREE (!) babysitting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggie Baseball games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting around and talking about rhetoric with great colleagues and teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEB &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(ok, technically "food" but it's the best grocery store! Seriously they would have "Meal Deals" where you would buy hotdogs and get buns, soda, mustard, grated cheese, and chips for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;!! Plus, they had the best homemade tortillas...made right in front of you!  Ok, I'm getting easily sidetracked...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thunderstorms ever...it would rain so hard you couldn't see three feet in front of you and the thunder was amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth of July and Easter celebrations at the G.H.W. Bush Presidential Library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great friends who became our family while we were far from our own families&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cash's Answer:  March and October&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SD49wxuUnoI/AAAAAAAABZ8/GdB3bvFQfYs/s1600-h/Aggie_fied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SD49wxuUnoI/AAAAAAAABZ8/GdB3bvFQfYs/s400/Aggie_fied.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205666127477513858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;From Pocatello, Idaho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;285 rent -- for 5 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The best ward Halloween parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Concerts in the Park at Ross Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(except for the one where we learned that baby Spencer was allergic to peanuts.  That was scary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The constant rumors that this big store or that nice restaurant were coming to Pocatello.  Almost always false. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A great, supportive department and advisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;$1.79 gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;True friendships forged over the shared struggles of being poor and newlywed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cash's Answer:  Sunday walks through the neighborhood by ISU reading Dave Barry to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So, how about you?  What things do you miss about the places you've lived?  If you have lived and loved somewhere else...You're tagged!  You College Station and Pocatello friends...I can't wait to read yours!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-4782427404145974615?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/4782427404145974615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=4782427404145974615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4782427404145974615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4782427404145974615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SD49wxuUnoI/AAAAAAAABZ8/GdB3bvFQfYs/s72-c/Aggie_fied.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-5278134020347354557</id><published>2008-05-23T23:06:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:16:07.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep in the Heart of Texas</title><content type='html'>Emmett is a well-traveled little boy!   While I have been MIA online we have been all over and it's been crazy fun.  Emmett and I started the end of April going to California to be with my amazing sister Jenn and her beautiful girls.  During that time Cash took Spencer to a conference in Sun Valley and he got to play with his cousin Preston.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDemFxuUnjI/AAAAAAAABZU/9AY5aeLfd7w/s1600-h/000_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDemFxuUnjI/AAAAAAAABZU/9AY5aeLfd7w/s400/000_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810512627080754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDemhBuUnkI/AAAAAAAABZc/yyK7ABGbs5s/s1600-h/000_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDemhBuUnkI/AAAAAAAABZc/yyK7ABGbs5s/s400/000_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810980778516034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days after we got back I went with Cash and Emmett deep in the heart of Texas back to &lt;a href="http://www.tamul.edu/"&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt; (whoop!) for a Public Management conference.  We got to see lots of great friends (I wish I had taken pictures of everyone...&lt;a href="http://alisahicklin.livejournal.com/"&gt;Alisa&lt;/a&gt;, Diane, the Englands, the Wrights, others) and eat lots of great food (&lt;a href="http://www.visitaggieland.com/Restaurants.aspx?main=62-pnl0Item0-7&amp;amp;id=50"&gt;Korean burgers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.freebirds.com/"&gt;Freebirds&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolache"&gt;kolaches&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rudysbbq.com/"&gt;Rudy's BBQ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wingsnmore.com/home.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;wings&lt;/a&gt;).  Ahhh, I am happy just remembering... Yes, Cash did actually work on this trip -- he presented a paper at the conference, got some good feedback, and outlined a few new ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of our dear friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDekzhuUniI/AAAAAAAABZM/Ed9i0UHGyBo/s1600-h/100_3128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDekzhuUniI/AAAAAAAABZM/Ed9i0UHGyBo/s400/100_3128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203809099582840354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to right:  Jonny's big TV, Rhiannon, me, and Emmett (yes, Jonny, Cash came home and somehow found that our tv looked a little smaller...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDekgxuUnhI/AAAAAAAABZE/s1_PJfyvx-M/s1600-h/000_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDekgxuUnhI/AAAAAAAABZE/s1_PJfyvx-M/s400/000_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203808777460293138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my neighbor Heidi, who I love like a sister and who got me to step foot inside a gym for the first time! (and taught me that crew socks must be replaced with ankle socks when working out.  A good life lesson.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDetcRuUnlI/AAAAAAAABZk/ceYN69tAtv0/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDetcRuUnlI/AAAAAAAABZk/ceYN69tAtv0/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203818595755531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, best of all, Grandma and Grandpa surprised us by driving down! Emmett was so happy.   We made sure that Grandma and Grandpa would remember who to cheer for!  The Hill family also came back with lots-o-Aggie gear...thanks to the College Station Wal-mart.  Best Aggie selection around!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDethxuUnmI/AAAAAAAABZs/OEQ4jpe9-5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDethxuUnmI/AAAAAAAABZs/OEQ4jpe9-5Q/s400/IMG_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203818690244812386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Grammy Hill and Aunt JeNeale for watching Spencer and Audrey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after we got back from Texas Emmett and I made another trip to California for a week!  It was beautiful weather and I got to do some organizing which makes me so happy.  Truly.  I love organizing -- not cleaning so much, but organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are back and are finally getting settled back in.  Emmett has had to go back to "boot camp" (more on that later if you don't know what that is) and we're getting back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably get things down just in time to for us to leave again...we're going to the Shedd/Schroeder (my dad's siblings) family reunion at the beginning of June.  We haven't been down to my dad's since we moved up here.  We can't wait and Spencer and Audrey are really excited that they actually get to go this time.  Part of the trip will be to Branson, Missouri.  Cash is hoping to run into Donny...or at least Wayne and Jimmy!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-5278134020347354557?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/5278134020347354557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=5278134020347354557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5278134020347354557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5278134020347354557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/05/deep-in-heart-of-texas.html' title='Deep in the Heart of Texas'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SDemFxuUnjI/AAAAAAAABZU/9AY5aeLfd7w/s72-c/000_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-1559724241647161257</id><published>2008-05-13T23:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:21:45.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that you think I'm wasting space on your bookmark menu (which presumptuously assumes I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; your bookmark menu...) but don't give up on me!!  I'll be back soon; I've got lots to post about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in California with my sweet, amazing sister.  I miss Cash and the kids but I'm so glad to be here.  The weather, by the way, is beautiful.  Although the price of cheese and milk would just about force me to by my own cow if I lived here!  Yikes.  Too bad it's my other sibling that owns cows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-1559724241647161257?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/1559724241647161257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=1559724241647161257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1559724241647161257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1559724241647161257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6861871925393999019</id><published>2008-04-14T18:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:55:48.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Favorite Pasta Recipe" Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creamy Fusilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my "go to" pasta when I want something quick but yummy.  This isn't the fanciest pasta, or the healthiest pasta, but I love this pasta because 1) it's so easy to make, 2) it satisfies most finicky eaters, 3) I almost always have most of the ingredients on hand, and 4) you can substitute most of the ingredients for lower fat ingredients although I have to admit...the real stuff makes it taste so much creamier &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[my MIL and SIL JeNeale are always getting after me for not having the "real stuff."]&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't have a picture of the dish -- but here are the fusilli noodles that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SAP50NsYGtI/AAAAAAAABXE/zF-xlKn49n8/s1600-h/Fusilli_Corti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SAP50NsYGtI/AAAAAAAABXE/zF-xlKn49n8/s400/Fusilli_Corti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189265871085247186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can only find these fusilli noodles in the bulk section at Winco (bonus!) but most fusilli you find looks more like rotini, which you can easily substitute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 c. fusilli or rotini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I do quite a bit and then double the sauce...I never actually measure the pasta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 T. butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2/3 c. Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/3 c. parsley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I actually prefer the dried kind so my kids don't freak out; I just use a 2-4 T of the dried parsley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 T. mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/2 c. whipping cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 garlic cloves, mashed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I use a mortar and pestle but you can mash garlic with the side of a large chef's knife and some salt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 bacon slices&lt;/span&gt;, crisped and crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook and drain pasta.  Melt butter, add cheese, parsley, mayo, cream, and garlic.  Mix and warm (don't boil).  Toss cheese mixture with hot pasta and crumbled bacon until well coated.  Season with salt and pepper, if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I usually make a few more noodles than this and double the sauce.  You can also add diced chicken and steamed veggies (asparagus and broccoli are yummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, what are your favorite pasta dishes?  I'd love some new ideas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6861871925393999019?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6861871925393999019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6861871925393999019' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6861871925393999019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6861871925393999019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-pasta-recipe-monday.html' title='&quot;My Favorite Pasta Recipe&quot; Monday'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SAP50NsYGtI/AAAAAAAABXE/zF-xlKn49n8/s72-c/Fusilli_Corti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6868068207205828488</id><published>2008-04-07T12:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:54:03.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Favorite Summer Dessert Recipe" Monday</title><content type='html'>It's finally starting to warm up here and I love it!  I love spring in Idaho, but that's another post.  When it gets warm I start putting away the soup recipes and pulling out the summer fun!  In honor of the return of the sun and MLB season &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(love you Cash!)&lt;/span&gt;, this is my mom's Ice Cream dessert and it's 1) super easy, 2) great to make ahead, and 3) so fun for summer evenings on the deck!  Oh, and the crunchy mix is sooo good that I have to make sure I don't eat it with a spoon...it does look an awful lot like cereal...  I don't make this very often because Cash's mom doesn't like coconut and his brother is allergic to pecans...  Maybe I can adapt the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ps8wromFI/AAAAAAAABSc/_0zzP1rkQW0/s1600-h/118556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ps8wromFI/AAAAAAAABSc/_0zzP1rkQW0/s400/118556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186577711986415698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Mom's Ice Cream Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. rice krispies (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hummm...&lt;/span&gt; maybe there's a theme...)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 c. coconut&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. chopped pecans.&lt;br /&gt;1/2 gallon of vanilla ice cream (the kind in a box) -- softened a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix ingredients together in a bowl.  Place 2/3 in a 9x13 dish.  Take your box of ice cream and peel off the box.  Slice ice cream (about 1 to 1 1/2" slices) and layer on your yummy crunchy stuff.  Just use the extra ice cream to fill in the gaps.  Top with the rest of your crunchy mixture.  Cover with plastic wrap and refreeze until ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom would make a topping with Strawberry Danish Dessert (I have no idea what that is) and frozen strawberries.  I just use strawberry freezer jam, or even the strawberry ice cream topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try it let me know!  Do any Schroeders remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Audrey is home from preschool and Emmett is awake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6868068207205828488?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6868068207205828488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6868068207205828488' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6868068207205828488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6868068207205828488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-summer-dessert-recipe.html' title='&quot;My Favorite Summer Dessert Recipe&quot; Monday'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ps8wromFI/AAAAAAAABSc/_0zzP1rkQW0/s72-c/118556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8391472710973372680</id><published>2008-04-04T15:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:06:01.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday...way back!</title><content type='html'>So I started Flashback Friday but realized that I don't have a scanner!  So, for now, my pictures are limited.  But, this is one of my favorite pictures ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my mom; I love how happy she looks.  I don't know much about it except that it's taken at my Grandma and Grandpa Rockwell's house (the one my mom grew up in).  I think that it's taken about the time I was sealed to my parents (in the St. George Temple).  Sometimes I feel sad when I think about my parents missing the first 18 months of my life when I find so much joy in the little things that Emmett does.   But I'm so grateful they chose to take the little girl with the sticky-up hair!  I love you mom and dad.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_aj4QromEI/AAAAAAAABSU/ERcSeim-9iE/s1600-h/sealing+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_aj4QromEI/AAAAAAAABSU/ERcSeim-9iE/s400/sealing+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185512207909689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8391472710973372680?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8391472710973372680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8391472710973372680' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8391472710973372680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8391472710973372680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/04/flashback-fridayway-back.html' title='Flashback Friday...way back!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_aj4QromEI/AAAAAAAABSU/ERcSeim-9iE/s72-c/sealing+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6495350228295721787</id><published>2008-03-31T15:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:08:48.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Favorite Chocolate Recipe" Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, most of you know that I love to cook.  My sister Jenn gave me a subscription to Cooks Illustrated magazine and my goal is to try one new thing each time.  Last month I came across a recipe for:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oolproof One Minute Chocolate Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, a title like that is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; me to prove it wrong.  Foolproof?  I'll show you!  I love buttercream frosting but I can never make it quite right and it just ends up tasting like powdered sugar with a touch of milk.  I'm not a huge, huge chocolate fan, but since I'm surrounded by people who think a cake really isn't worth eating unless it's chocolate, I thought I'd give it a try.  Amazing.  It is so easy, very yummy, and looks almost professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe note says this can be made with milk, semisweet, or bittersweet chocolate (I used milk).  It makes enough to frost one 9" 2 layer cake (to avoid lots of crumbs, stick the cake in the freezer for a bit).  And, it's more like 7 minute frosting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foolproof One Minute Chocolate Frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20 Tablespoons (2 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened (60-65 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c. Dutch -processed cocoa (I just used the plain old Hershey's cocoa powder)&lt;br /&gt;pinch of table salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 t. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces chocolate (melted and cooled slightly) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I just melted milk chocolate chips in the microwave, 20 seconds at a time -- don't do it too long or too fast or they will seize up and your spoon will somehow get stuck in a big lump of hard chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In food processor, process butter, sugar, cocoa, and salt until smooth, about 30 seconds, scraping side of bowl as needed.  Add corn syrup and vanilla and process until just combined, 5-10 seconds.  Scrape sides of bowl, then add chocolate and pulse until smooth and creamy, 10-15 seconds.  Frosting can be used immediately or held in the fridge up to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you try it out let me know how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now your turn!  What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;favorite &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;CHOCOLATE &lt;/span&gt;recipe???  Grammy?  I believe you have an oft requested hot fudge recipe...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6495350228295721787?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6495350228295721787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6495350228295721787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6495350228295721787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6495350228295721787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-chocolate-recipe-monday.html' title='&quot;My Favorite Chocolate Recipe&quot; Monday'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-5222725548246434179</id><published>2008-03-30T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:56:08.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you know my husband...</title><content type='html'>...you'll understand why this dish made him happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Dumplings with Mountain Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASHHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASHHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ArMQrol_I/AAAAAAAABQw/aZKy5EjUZA4/s1600-h/dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ArMQrol_I/AAAAAAAABQw/aZKy5EjUZA4/s400/dew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183690660739848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, there are really only two apples but TWO(!) sticks of butter.  Really.  This dish is evil on so many levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were visiting &lt;a href="http://jaredandmaren.blogspot.com"&gt;Jared (Cash's brother) and Maren&lt;/a&gt; and Maren showed me this fantastic site:  &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwomancooks.com"&gt;The Pioneer Woman Cooks&lt;/a&gt; and it is so much fun!!  This is a great site.  She shows you step by step with great pictures and witty quips how to cook!  Her pictures and instructions almost make me think I could make these recipes.  Mostly, I just read it because it's funny.  Anyway, she had this recipe for &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/apple_dumplings/"&gt;Mountain Dew Apple Dumplings&lt;/a&gt; and I knew that I just had to make these for Cash. They were delectable.  And fattening.  And I gained 10 pounds just reading the recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks Maren for the great recipe and fun site! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Spring Break -- we went to Sun Valley (to visit Jared and Maren) and then we went to see my brother and his family in Burley and had a nice visit with my sister Jenn and her family.  It was great to be with so much family; we are blessed to have such great families and even more blessed that we love to hang out with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that since Flashback Friday (which I missed this week because I was out of town) is so fun I'm going to try "My Favorite "fill-in-the-blank" Recipe Monday" -- so get your recipe box ready to share!  I can't wait to get some new recipes!  :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://jaredandmaren.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-5222725548246434179?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/5222725548246434179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=5222725548246434179' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5222725548246434179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5222725548246434179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-know-my-husband.html' title='If you know my husband...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R_ArMQrol_I/AAAAAAAABQw/aZKy5EjUZA4/s72-c/dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6126287491165261292</id><published>2008-03-24T13:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:21:54.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I write the things of my soul... (2 Ne 4:15)</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I have loved this blogging thing.  I started after we moved away from Texas and I had pangs of homesickness and wanted to keep some sort of connection.  This has been such a fun way to keep in touch with loved ones as far away as New Hampshire and and as close as down the street.  I am so grateful for all the amazing women (and men) that I know and who I can admire by hearing their triumphs, tragedies, and troubles.  It is a window into those things worth noting -- large and small.  So, thanks so much for sharing glimpses of your life and making me laugh and helping me realize the importance of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these two great quotes off a link from my friend &lt;a href="http://zollingerfamily5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Calise&lt;/a&gt;'s blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-f-6wrol-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/hdItTgSH8m4/s1600-h/Pres.-Hinckley-Quote-000-Page-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-f-6wrol-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/hdItTgSH8m4/s400/Pres.-Hinckley-Quote-000-Page-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181390181766830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh you memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience." Gordon B. Hinckley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6126287491165261292?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6126287491165261292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6126287491165261292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6126287491165261292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6126287491165261292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-write-things-of-my-soul-2-ne-415.html' title='And I write the things of my soul... (2 Ne 4:15)'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-f-6wrol-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/hdItTgSH8m4/s72-c/Pres.-Hinckley-Quote-000-Page-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7729992930096255826</id><published>2008-03-21T14:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:46:14.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://scores.espn.go.com/ncb/recap?gameId=284000033"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;GIG 'EM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-Qdvgrol5I/AAAAAAAABPM/aOQZT3Sqo0Y/s1600-h/183px-Texas_AMU_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-Qdvgrol5I/AAAAAAAABPM/aOQZT3Sqo0Y/s400/183px-Texas_AMU_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180298173446920082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7729992930096255826?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7729992930096255826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7729992930096255826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7729992930096255826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7729992930096255826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoop-and.html' title='Whoop and...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-Qdvgrol5I/AAAAAAAABPM/aOQZT3Sqo0Y/s72-c/183px-Texas_AMU_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-5704118328809315386</id><published>2008-03-21T14:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:01:42.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>So, my friend &lt;a href="http://jesseandtrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia &lt;/a&gt;(the one I steal most of my blog ideas from) has another fun blog thing...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Flashback Friday&lt;/span&gt;.  So, you know those pictures from when Flash&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; was a movie and the one shoulder sweatshirt was introduced for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time? Yes, those...pull them out, scan them in, and post those beauties! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This flashback picture may date me.  My friend Tiffany posted this on her Facebook...Yikes!  Remember, I grew up in Texas! (thankfully this is post big-bang days!)  This is Pine Tree High School Senior Prom with the group of girls I hung out with.  All I remember is that my date was a good friend, Adam Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-QgsArol6I/AAAAAAAABPU/xY9KzZJ_4Go/s1600-h/pthsprom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-QgsArol6I/AAAAAAAABPU/xY9KzZJ_4Go/s400/pthsprom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180301411852261282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-5704118328809315386?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/5704118328809315386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=5704118328809315386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5704118328809315386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/5704118328809315386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R-QgsArol6I/AAAAAAAABPU/xY9KzZJ_4Go/s72-c/pthsprom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3474066949134772800</id><published>2008-03-15T23:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:30:29.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can play Tag without running?  I'm in!</title><content type='html'>My Sister-in-law, &lt;a href="http://gunnell40.blogspot.com"&gt;JeNeale&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Years Ago&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1998&lt;/span&gt;:  Cash and I had been married two years and we were at Idaho State in Pocatello, ID and we were living in our funky apartment in the blue house and we loved that place.  I was working as a secretary at ISU and starting the last year of my bachelors.  Cash was working at an eye glass place and had a really long, nasty goatee. We played lots of pinochle until the wee hours of the morning with our friends Chad and Lataun.  It was also a tumultuous year:  I was called as RS President in our student ward, I had my first miscarriage while on vacation (with Chad and Lataun) and my mom went into the hospital later that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things on my to-do list Today&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, it's 11:30 p.m. and so, I'm going to pretend like it's been 30 minutes and it's tomorrow...a Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to Ward Council Meeting (oh, I must remember to set out church clothes after this because that means Cash is in charge of getting the kids ready...)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Try to keep the kids quiet and reverent for 1 hour and 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hand out brand new Visiting Teaching Districts...ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Quick after-church-lunch of spicy ramen (the boys) and black noodles (the girls) while reading the Sunday paper.  :)&lt;br /&gt;6.  RS meeting with the new Stake RS Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Some sort of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Treats at our house with birthday cake and ice cream for Emmett Cash.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Bed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would I do if I suddenly became a Billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Is there any way to get out of paying taxes on it????&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ok, it looks like we all think alike...Pay off all houses and student loans for my family and Cash's family. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Buy Cash a major league baseball team and name a minor league baseball stadium after him.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Set up an endowed chair for Cash: The Gregory Cash Hill Professor of Public Administration, at Texas A&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Build a really beautiful library with a huge, kid-friendly reading area for kids and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of kids books and name it after my mom.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Go on a service mission with Cash. &lt;br /&gt;7.  Take my kids to Korea.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Build huge cabins scattered in different states so that everyone could get together and play. &lt;br /&gt;9.  Pay a guy to put in Mom Hill's light fixtures. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Bad Habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Diet Coke...occasionally Diet Coke before noon&lt;br /&gt;2.  Being impatient with my kids&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't necessarily think it's a bad habit, but Cash's number 1 pet-peeve:  peeing with the door open&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for you, I can only list 3...I could go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Places I've Lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Out of the country:  South Korea and Venezuela&lt;br /&gt;2. American Fork, Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Texas: Longview and College Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Jobs I've Had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Oriental Express (the best mall food.  ever.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bodacious BBQ (my smelliest job.  ever.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Secretary for a property management company&lt;br /&gt;4.  When we were first married I sold phone cards door to door and business to business and it was awful.  But, I never complained because Cash was cleaning toilets for Varsity Contractors.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things people don't know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am sweaty-palms-bad-dreams scared of overpasses/underpasses and bugs.&lt;br /&gt;2.  In high school I was a synchronized swimmer, complete with the sequined wrist and ankle bands.  Yes, it was sexy.  It gets chalked up there with my other short-lived career as a clogger.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I competed in the Ricks College Homecoming Pageant.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I often read the ending of books before I start (in essence, I don't like surprises...and I can't keep a surprise very well either).&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love grasshopper cookies, sour cream and onion Pringles, garlic, sugar snap peas, and black beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, all you who read (yes, you!) who have not been tagged...YOU'RE IT!!  Alisa, Katie, Kate, Emily, Tricia, Rhi, Lataun, Jenny, Melvin ladies...&lt;br /&gt;Cash, though you resist blogging, you have to at least put your answers in a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3474066949134772800?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3474066949134772800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3474066949134772800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3474066949134772800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3474066949134772800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-play-tag-without-running-im-in.html' title='I can play Tag without running?  I&apos;m in!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2056265101680310226</id><published>2008-03-11T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:38:11.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmett's Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Little Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a63314e7a55774d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Birthday Boy II" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a63314e7a55774d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2056265101680310226?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2056265101680310226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2056265101680310226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2056265101680310226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2056265101680310226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/emmetts-happy-day.html' title='Emmett&apos;s Happy Day'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-4457023288036526783</id><published>2008-03-10T13:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:19:16.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like a refund please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R9WQ2zfNq2I/AAAAAAAABOU/Uas3io1BHj8/s1600-h/100_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R9WQ2zfNq2I/AAAAAAAABOU/Uas3io1BHj8/s400/100_2903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176202617940716386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is the unfortunate side effect of spell-check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. no one tell Cash this came from Sam's Club or we'll never be able to go to Wal-Mart again (he hates going to WM anyway, and only goes if he thinks our neighbor will be working and he can hang out in the paint section with Mike while I get diapers and such.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-4457023288036526783?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/4457023288036526783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=4457023288036526783' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4457023288036526783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4457023288036526783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-like-refund-please.html' title='I&apos;d like a refund please.'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R9WQ2zfNq2I/AAAAAAAABOU/Uas3io1BHj8/s72-c/100_2903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8011135475920902621</id><published>2008-03-05T17:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:44:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Soul Food</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Old movies&lt;br /&gt;Movies with Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;Costco&lt;br /&gt;Clearance racks&lt;br /&gt;Mary Higgins Clark books&lt;br /&gt;Not taping the walls when I paint&lt;br /&gt;Counting the puzzle pieces when I put them away&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV (Survivor and Dancing with the Stars)&lt;br /&gt;The Dollar Store&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Sunday paper in the same order.  every week.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;The smell of Sharpies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps the most embarassing... these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R89DXhrQmDI/AAAAAAAABN0/gIvvA2zFyPQ/s1600-h/ServeImage.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R89DXhrQmDI/AAAAAAAABN0/gIvvA2zFyPQ/s400/ServeImage.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428568327854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much eat a whole pan of these.  I'm serious.  Ask my sister.  She was here and we made a pan (a cookie sheet pan!) and I think she was pretty disconcerted to see that I couldn't walk by without a little piece.  Or a big piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also embarrassed to admit that I didn't even know how to make them until about a year ago.   My SIL JeNeale makes them with little pieces of almost melted chocolate chips which, to me makes them practically gourmet.  For some reason Rice Krispy Treats seem like the quintessential Mormon treat.  Am I wrong?  I remember eating Rice Krispy Treats as a kid -- and as a mom, what's not to love?  cheap. fast. easy.  So maybe they're nutritionally void of anything good and my brother in law the dentist may not approve, but I LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a tray (yes, that's right, we make 'em Texas-sized here..) and we're going to cut them out with cookie cutters and wrap them for Audrey's friends.  Then, I will only be able to eat the scraps....at least that's the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your weakness?  Lindor truffles?  Blue Bell Ice cream?  Netflix?  Endless.com?  Tuesday nights at McDonalds?  :)&lt;br /&gt;Fess up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8011135475920902621?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8011135475920902621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8011135475920902621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8011135475920902621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8011135475920902621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/mormon-soul-food.html' title='Mormon Soul Food'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R89DXhrQmDI/AAAAAAAABN0/gIvvA2zFyPQ/s72-c/ServeImage.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7395908027804805299</id><published>2008-03-04T22:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:21:43.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R84uUBrQmBI/AAAAAAAABNk/Qqenw5zSBKI/s1600-h/emily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R84uUBrQmBI/AAAAAAAABNk/Qqenw5zSBKI/s400/emily2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174123943477418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been MIA from my blog for a while because we had a family emergency and a scary week.  Last Sunday I got a call from my brother Kevin saying that my brother Jae's wife was in a coma.  As you can see from the picture, Jae's wife Emily is a gorgeous, sweet lady and she's so good for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Schroeder kids don't do well with the word "coma" because the last time my mom was conscious before she died was when they induced her into a coma to try an experimental procedure.  She never woke up.  So, we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worried about Emily; the doctors didn't have a lot of positive things to say early on.  She wasn't conscious and Jae was a wreck.  My sister from CA came up for the first few days and then Cash, Emmett, and I went down on Wednesday morning and stayed until Friday night, when my dad came in from Texas.  We spent a lot of time just sitting in the hospital with my brother making sure he was eating and not driving himself crazy with worry.  While we were there Emily started to open her eyes and even said a few words.  Jae was the most excited when she said she wanted a Diet Coke!  He knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was Emily...and she got one after a couple of days!  She loved Emmett and kept telling Jae that she wanted to steal him or have a "cute baby like Emmett."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really grateful for her miraculous recovery; by the time we left on Friday she was moving down to the rehab room and had all her tubes and monitors off and it was just a fantastic day.  What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having such a scare, I realized that I am grateful for so many things:  Cash.  Family.  Modern Medicine.  The Gospel.  Priesthood Blessings.  Flexible Jobs.  Eternal Families.  (and as an homage to Emily...Diet Coke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just re-read above and just so it's not open to interpretation, I mean the Cash I sleep with, although the other is nice too, but it doesn't love me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7395908027804805299?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7395908027804805299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7395908027804805299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7395908027804805299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7395908027804805299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/03/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude.'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R84uUBrQmBI/AAAAAAAABNk/Qqenw5zSBKI/s72-c/emily2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2894347856797085998</id><published>2008-02-25T14:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:24:48.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country 'tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty</title><content type='html'>Well, I just finished a heart-wrenching book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R8MwKEfaqWI/AAAAAAAABLA/4lK78mzCRhM/s1600-h/45af90b809a0cf0cf0956110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R8MwKEfaqWI/AAAAAAAABLA/4lK78mzCRhM/s200/45af90b809a0cf0cf0956110.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171029746713799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story is so interesting and I really enjoyed getting immersed in the country of Afghanistan, which I'm sad to say I knew/know very little about.  The story is moving and often makes me angry that there are men who do not believe that women are their complementary equals.  It also reminds me how fortunate I am to live in this extraordinary country.  Even with its many flaws, America is a blessed nation.  I am grateful to have been guided to this country and to have the freedoms that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:  4 stars.  It was a really good book, even though it was bittersweet.  And, once I got about halfway through I stayed up late to finish the rest in one night.  I now want to know more about the various countries I once lumped as the "Middle East." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you reading?  Any new recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASHHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASHHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2894347856797085998?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2894347856797085998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2894347856797085998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2894347856797085998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2894347856797085998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-land-of-liberty.html' title='My Country &apos;tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R8MwKEfaqWI/AAAAAAAABLA/4lK78mzCRhM/s72-c/45af90b809a0cf0cf0956110.L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8993186660239103712</id><published>2008-02-22T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:42:42.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>What a whirlwind couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Las Vegas with Emmett to be with my dad and sister after my dad's sister died.  It was so great to see family and to be together.  This picture is Four Generations (two trees):  Grandpa Rocky (my mom's dad), my dad Charles, me, and Emmett.  Grandpa was recovering from a vertebrae injury and we had a little church service with him on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R7-3GEfaqII/AAAAAAAABI4/dvt_VN2KMwk/s1600-h/100_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R7-3GEfaqII/AAAAAAAABI4/dvt_VN2KMwk/s400/100_2862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170052212157229186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a fun time in Vegas, my big sister couldn't get enough of me :D so she decided to come and visit us in Boise!!  Some of the week's highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went sledding on a hill that was much too fast and steep for my sister's nerves or my hamstrings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We divided and conquered at the movies -- the girls went to Enchanted (Audrey and I love Enchanted!) and I took Spencer and Emmett to the Water Horse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We bought really cool kites at Costco and found out that if you run fast enough they stay up.  That lasted about 5 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to Sephora and found out that natural minerals from the earth are a lot more expensive than chemicals created in a lab.  But we told each other we look much younger now and bam! sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a blast.  I'm so lucky to have such a great sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Today was Spencer's last basketball game.  He loves playing and is a great little defender.  Their team was undefeated and he made his FIRST basket!!!!  Whoohoo.  I was worried he would go the whole season without making a shot, but he got one at the last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8993186660239103712?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8993186660239103712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8993186660239103712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8993186660239103712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8993186660239103712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R7-3GEfaqII/AAAAAAAABI4/dvt_VN2KMwk/s72-c/100_2862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7301669378294777023</id><published>2008-02-08T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:24:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people hate the French?</title><content type='html'>Think of all the great things they have given us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepes&lt;br /&gt;Monet and Renoir&lt;br /&gt;French Bread&lt;br /&gt;Debussy&lt;br /&gt;French Fries&lt;br /&gt;Cute little berets&lt;br /&gt;The Louvre&lt;br /&gt;Madeline&lt;br /&gt;French Kissing :ooolala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6zj_NAGpCI/AAAAAAAABH8/Gol_TAvvhMI/s1600-h/100_2840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6zj_NAGpCI/AAAAAAAABH8/Gol_TAvvhMI/s320/100_2840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164753547648476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Audrey and I had a little pedicure session today and decided to do matching French manicures (anyone know why they're called French Manicures?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...What's your favorite French thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7301669378294777023?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7301669378294777023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7301669378294777023' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7301669378294777023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7301669378294777023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-people-hate-french.html' title='Why do people hate the French?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6zj_NAGpCI/AAAAAAAABH8/Gol_TAvvhMI/s72-c/100_2840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7364906108062175401</id><published>2008-02-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:43:09.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let is snow, Let it snow, Let it snow...</title><content type='html'>There are some new pictures on our &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mhilltamu/WinterFun2007"&gt;Picasa website&lt;/a&gt; from our Winter activities.  The snow is beautiful and so much fun.  However, I think I'm ready for the snow days to be over...  We've made snow caves, snow men, snow ice cream, snowboard hills, and snow angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've got to start training for the swim part of a triathlon!  My sister-in-law Maren, Cash's colleague Susan, and I are putting together a team for the &lt;a href="http://www.emmetttri.com/"&gt;Emmett triathlon&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyone else out there up for the challenge?  :best Napoleon Dynamite voice:  I'm pretty sure my synchronized swimming days will totally help me blow everyone else away.    Actually, yesterday I found out exactly how long the swim will be and I just about peed my pants.  Either that or I coughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7364906108062175401?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7364906108062175401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7364906108062175401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7364906108062175401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7364906108062175401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-is-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let is snow, Let it snow, Let it snow...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-2408936747848749965</id><published>2008-02-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:51:37.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be held responsible for your incompetence?</title><content type='html'>Best Student Comment from my teaching evaluations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"When I walked in late I had to walk to the back of the class in front of everyone and it was embarrassing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6OSg9AGosI/AAAAAAAABCg/JJMTFD77nPY/s1600-h/mediocrity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6OSg9AGosI/AAAAAAAABCg/JJMTFD77nPY/s320/mediocrity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162130692725187266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorites from Despair.com (having a bad day?  read these.  it's sort of like watching Jerry Springer...a little reminder that things could always be worse). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says:  "It takes a lot less time and most people won't notice the difference until it's too late."  Except, for her, everyone noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASHHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-2408936747848749965?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/2408936747848749965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=2408936747848749965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2408936747848749965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/2408936747848749965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-i-be-held-responsible-for-your.html' title='Should I be held responsible for your incompetence?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R6OSg9AGosI/AAAAAAAABCg/JJMTFD77nPY/s72-c/mediocrity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6429467288941025423</id><published>2008-02-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:53:51.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Cash says *I* can't keep a secret...</title><content type='html'>Well, Cash came home yesterday pretty proud of himself because he bought my Valentine's Day present.  Well, this is pretty amazing because 1) it's not February 13th and 2) because it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;!!  Cash is known for a lot of things, but finishing before the deadline is not one of them.  So, I'm very proud of him.  He gets 200 gold stars.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know because he called me from work asking about my shoe size.  So, I'm really hoping he ordered &lt;a href="http://www.endless.com/T-U-K-Womens-Piano-Print-Pump/dp/B000W8WVGG/ref=sr_1-15/?cAsin=B000W8WS78&amp;amp;asinTitle=T.U.K.%20Piano%20Print%20Pump&amp;amp;&amp;amp;priceHigh=51&amp;amp;colors=&amp;amp;size=100&amp;amp;page=4&amp;amp;dept=242321011&amp;amp;node=242321011&amp;amp;nodes=242321011&amp;amp;brands=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;amp;sort=shoesbrowserel2&amp;amp;onsale=0&amp;amp;newarrivals=0&amp;amp;&amp;amp;showDesigner=2&amp;amp;secondaryBrands=&amp;amp;sizes=7%201/2%7C8&amp;amp;widths=&amp;amp;heelheights=&amp;amp;page=4&amp;amp;fromPage=search&amp;amp;contextTitle=Search%20Results&amp;amp;qid=1201148896&amp;amp;sr=1-15&amp;amp;asins=B000VYQVX0,B000UTV9CY,B000VHIG7G,B000V42LRU,B000QH1ZU6,B000VB34TM,B000VLA698,B000VLDHC6,B000UBCENU,B000VKQHQ0,B000Q6OK2C,B000PB2XBS,B000W5KBSY,B000MDBNEW,B000W8WS78,B000VYLB30,B000W8WSOQ,B000W90A7C,B000TFJSBI,B000W91YN6,B000W8WS8W,B000W91ZMQ,B000W91YKO,B000W90AVS,B000W93NIK,B000W90B58,B000TRM9SA,B000W93LYQ,B000U8ZA1G,B000W8YBUA,B000WIYMRW,B000W8WSH8,B000WIV0NG,B000PT2BU8,B000WP85IC,B000PT274I,B000X0AFSY,B000WECFI4,B000X08P5O,B000WIZPIW,B000X06DFI,B000WIYJOI,B000U94GW4,B000WP68JU,B000XH52DU,B000X08H7U,B000YLXSWM,B000X0HS34,B000R96LUW,B000X0NSXI,B000XQJT1M,B0011X5CZI"&gt;these beauties&lt;/a&gt;.   :sexy purring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cash and I both use a gold stars as a teaching tool.  I tell my students at the beginning of the semester that they can earn gold stars (i.e. great group work = 10 gold stars).  If they earn 1,000 gold stars they can earn a letter grade.  Obviously, it's just a gimmick and impossible to earn 1,000 gold stars, but the students get into it and it becomes a running joke throughout the semester.  They start asking for gold stars (or deducting from each other for cell phones, etc.).  It's fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6429467288941025423?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6429467288941025423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6429467288941025423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6429467288941025423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6429467288941025423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-cash-says-i-cant-keep-secret.html' title='And Cash says *I* can&apos;t keep a secret...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7552943838005863881</id><published>2008-01-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:53:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Thank Thee O God For a Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R54-itAGorI/AAAAAAAABCY/DfNiIzc8CSU/s1600-h/ATT00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R54-itAGorI/AAAAAAAABCY/DfNiIzc8CSU/s320/ATT00026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160630988929671858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dear prophet, President Gordon B. Hinckley passed away last night.  He's been such a force for good and he will be missed.  Our sweet Spencer cried when we told him.  My first thought was how happy he must be now that he's reunited with his sweet wife, Marjorie.  I know that he was a prophet of the Lord and that when he spoke, it was to testify of Jesus Christ.  He was a marvelous man.  We love you, President Hinckley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7552943838005863881?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7552943838005863881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7552943838005863881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7552943838005863881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7552943838005863881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-thank-thee-o-god-for-prophet.html' title='We Thank Thee O God For a Prophet'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R54-itAGorI/AAAAAAAABCY/DfNiIzc8CSU/s72-c/ATT00026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-204512721991643529</id><published>2008-01-23T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:22:42.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I should have posted this long ago, but in December we had a really special day.  Spencer was baptized a member of our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  It was a really special day and he was so excited.  Cash baptized and confirmed him.  He looked so grown up that day and when&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5eumNAGomI/AAAAAAAABBw/rMZJamjoys4/s1600-h/100_2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5eumNAGomI/AAAAAAAABBw/rMZJamjoys4/s320/100_2468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158783869524550242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he wore his first little suit I almost cried.  I can't believe that I have a son who is old enough to be baptized!!  He is such a great boy and he really tries to do the right things.  He's a great reader and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5etkdAGolI/AAAAAAAABBo/lwSn0WC92_c/s1600-h/100_2467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5etkdAGolI/AAAAAAAABBo/lwSn0WC92_c/s320/100_2467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158782739948151378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fantastic little mathematician (he does fractions better than I do!).  He loves to play tetherball, one of his&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5eu_tAGonI/AAAAAAAABB4/aD7UsyZKM6w/s1600-h/100_2663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5eu_tAGonI/AAAAAAAABB4/aD7UsyZKM6w/s320/100_2663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158784307611214450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas presents.  And he's really good at the universal big brother job -- teasing little sister.  He's a great boy and I'm so lucky to be his mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-204512721991643529?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/204512721991643529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=204512721991643529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/204512721991643529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/204512721991643529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5eumNAGomI/AAAAAAAABBw/rMZJamjoys4/s72-c/100_2468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-4981904143363298413</id><published>2008-01-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:17:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need one more distraction...</title><content type='html'>so, I decided to venture into my favorite baby necessity:  the sling.  My sister Jenn got me hooked on babywearing -- and so I bought a peanut shell sling which I loved, loved, loved.  I wore it &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSwZBrwgI/AAAAAAAABBg/ks9AVLtjbg0/s1600-h/100_2279-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSwZBrwgI/AAAAAAAABBg/ks9AVLtjbg0/s320/100_2279-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157345883341963778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;almost every day and even though Emmett is 10 months I still use it.  I had two and found them to be so handy and so I wanted to get them as baby gifts for my friends and family.  But, they were just so darn expensive!  Plus, the sizing was really hard to get right and I got tired of mailing back slings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and have started making my own slings and YaYa Baby Slings has begun!!  Come visit the website at &lt;a href="http://yayababyslings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yayababyslings.blogspot.com. &lt;/a&gt; I'm so excited -- I have enlisted the help of my friend Jenny and we've got some really fun fabrics.  The pictures on the website are a bit retarded and don't really show the true colors but you can get an idea!  I'll try to get more up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you would like to buy one for friends or family let me know!  They're fantastic gifts and a must-have baby item!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSfJBrwfI/AAAAAAAABBY/8Pm2BcJd-dA/s1600-h/100_2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSfJBrwfI/AAAAAAAABBY/8Pm2BcJd-dA/s320/100_2704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157345586989220338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSUpBrweI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8YMsGp_6xr0/s1600-h/100_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSUpBrweI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8YMsGp_6xr0/s320/100_2702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157345406600593890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-4981904143363298413?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/4981904143363298413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=4981904143363298413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4981904143363298413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/4981904143363298413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-one-more-distraction.html' title='I need one more distraction...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R5KSwZBrwgI/AAAAAAAABBg/ks9AVLtjbg0/s72-c/100_2279-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-7422019472190013802</id><published>2008-01-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:39:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe they put that *smut* on the radio!</title><content type='html'>I was driving home today and laughed out loud at a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the pre-American Idol Paula Abdul song "Rush, Rush?"  Well, it came on the radio today and I remembered one time driving with my mom in the car when that song came on and my mom hurried and turned the song off and said something like, "I can't believe they put that smut on the radio" -- anyway she thought Miss Paula was saying "push, push"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my other favorite misunderstood lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Secret Asian Man" -- I always thought that was so cool that there was a song about an Asian man.  Maybe the Agent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;Asian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big old Carolina" -- poor Carolina...  I only learned this was "jet air liner" a couple years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your best lyrical interpretations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-7422019472190013802?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/7422019472190013802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=7422019472190013802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7422019472190013802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/7422019472190013802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-believe-they-put-that-smut-on.html' title='I can&apos;t believe they put that *smut* on the radio!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-1388228811260423284</id><published>2008-01-12T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:43:15.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!  Those are knees!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Audrey is a great little artist.  My friend Cindy England once explained to me how all kids go through the same stick figure "evolution" as they learn to draw people.  They usually start out with big heads, big eyes, and no torso. So here's a typical picture of Audrey's -- blue sky, yellow sun, pink clouds, little girl with black hair, stick arms, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;you may ask?!?  Yes, those are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knees -- &lt;/span&gt;just in case you're tempted to think they might not be -- Cash also gets knees when she draws pictures of him.  :)  How very important that everyone has knees.  No hands or feet or ears, but at least we can kneel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4lc0pBrwCI/AAAAAAAAA90/q1iMzNics60/s1600-h/audrey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4lc0pBrwCI/AAAAAAAAA90/q1iMzNics60/s200/audrey.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154753307938111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-1388228811260423284?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/1388228811260423284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=1388228811260423284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1388228811260423284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/1388228811260423284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-those-are-knees.html' title='Oh!  Those are knees!!!!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4lc0pBrwCI/AAAAAAAAA90/q1iMzNics60/s72-c/audrey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-6968308259595428999</id><published>2008-01-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:32:45.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I wore brown and black because I have three kids...</title><content type='html'>My friend Trish posted this on her site, and I too was curious.  I have to admit, it seems pretty accurate to me...  What do you think?  Come on friends, what color are you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="border:1px solid #000000;padding:15px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="padding:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="padding:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/color/images/brown_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                    You're &lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver.  And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=F" target="_blank"&gt;Take this test &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/images/logo/tickle_42x14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDAwMTUwMTE2OTQmcHQ9MTIwMDAxNTAxNTM4OSZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-6968308259595428999?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/6968308259595428999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=6968308259595428999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6968308259595428999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/6968308259595428999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-thought-i-wore-brown-and-black.html' title='And I thought I wore brown and black because I have three kids...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-3344991555850695606</id><published>2008-01-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:26:45.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Awesome</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been so fun to hear from so many friends and family.  We are so blessed to have made such true and lasting relationships over the years.  When I think back to the places we love (Pocatello, College Station, Las Vegas to name a few) those places have such a hold on me because of the memories we have with each of you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day my phone rings; it's Cash.  Instead of "Cash's cell" which usually comes up, it says "Captain Awesome."  Are you kidding?  The guy who claims he can't program the remote or pay the bills online can change the name on my phone?!?  (I had to input the numbers into his cell!)  It does make me smile, though.  His hubris&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt; is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Captain Awesome, Cash keeps calling himself a "movie star."  teeheehee.  He was interviewed for a documentary that should air sometime this spring.  You know when they interview those guys, sitting in an office surrounded by books, wearing brown jackets and often scruffy beards, with "Johnathan Bruce, Ph.D." at the bottom?  Insert Cash, no jacket and nicely trimmed beard (he'll thank me later for both)!   So, that's kind of fun.  He's also going to be doing something with the governor's staff about budgeting.  So, he's keeping pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Ok, and I admit it; this RS stuff is kicking my butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubris&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;hybris&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="grc"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ὕβρις&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;), according to its modern usage, is exaggerated self &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride" title="Pride"&gt;pride&lt;/a&gt; or self-confidence, often resulting in fatal (!) retribution.  (Source:  Wikipedia...don't tell that to that mean COMM 101 teacher...she doesn't let you use Wikipedia as a source!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-3344991555850695606?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/3344991555850695606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=3344991555850695606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3344991555850695606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/3344991555850695606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-it.html' title='Captain Awesome'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057313391343559743.post-8869274351974388435</id><published>2008-01-08T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:16:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So what" if they're taking over the world...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Google world, my friends!  I figured I've changed my e-mail to gmail, my pictures to picasa, and I "google" daily (mostly to verify/disprove some preposterous statement of Cash's)... so I figured why not take the plunge and switch over to google's blogspot?!?!  More of my friends are using blogspot (sorry Alisa!) and I like that you can add music and pictures easily.  I've loved my livejournal and it's still available at mhilltamu.livejournal.com.  But, I think I'll give this a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that anyone was reading my blog (just my sister and Cash) so it was so fun to hear from everyone at Christmas and know that you've been checking in on us!!!  It was great to hear from so many of you.  I just never got around to doing a Christmas letter, but I may do a Christmas e-mail update...maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a bit of irony, my first picture is the reason that I so rarely post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4Pml5Brv6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/9bo4JNlvAUE/s1600-h/100_2496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4Pml5Brv6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/9bo4JNlvAUE/s200/100_2496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153215937279410082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4PnXJBrv8I/AAAAAAAAA84/8X9qXhsX8fU/s1600-h/100_2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4PnXJBrv8I/AAAAAAAAA84/8X9qXhsX8fU/s200/100_2498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153216783387967426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4PmWZBrv5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/wUBvBxMMkFM/s1600-h/100_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4PmWZBrv5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/wUBvBxMMkFM/s200/100_2500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153215670991437714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little boy.  He has an infectious laugh and he is adored by his big brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll see how this works and post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057313391343559743-8869274351974388435?l=mhilltamu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/feeds/8869274351974388435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057313391343559743&amp;postID=8869274351974388435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8869274351974388435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057313391343559743/posts/default/8869274351974388435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhilltamu.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-what-if-theyre-taking-over-world.html' title='&quot;So what&quot; if they&apos;re taking over the world...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06588164716571877317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/SIo7KBpbOGI/AAAAAAAABho/_maJtPt63Gw/S220/100_3253.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSf0zA-7KlA/R4Pml5Brv6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/9bo4JNlvAUE/s72-c/100_2496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
