tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26798471325894204802024-02-20T12:22:14.476-07:00Oh Schmidty!Andy, Steph, Reagan...and the Half-Pint with Full-KicksAndy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-29462194547931605702010-10-10T21:23:00.011-06:002010-10-10T22:28:46.399-06:00To Gini...From Reagan...Dear Aunt Gini:<br /><br />My mom told me that you sent some heated words her way in regards to the blogging, or lack thereof, she has done (...or not done)... over the last few months.<br /><br />First, let me tell you that I am not my mother's keeper, therefore I should not be held responsible for her not feeling the need to update this blog with pictures of myself. Who wouldn't want to see how amazing I really am. Seriously. Who wouldn't?<br /><br />Second, she probably keeps pulling the "I'm too busy to blog" card...and let me tell you...she isn't lying. She's so busy, she forgot to change my "non-clean and not just with urine" diaper last week-for a good couple of hours. That rash belongs in history books. And my mom should have been arrested for child-abuse. So the point here is: If she's too busy to change certain diapers---I would prefer that she not spend her time blogging in hopes that she remember some of us don't have the luxury of cleaning ourselves off after certain events.<br /><br />Third, could you please tell me why she keeps referring to you as a pot...and why you keep calling the kettle black? It confuses me.<br /><br />Lastly, I miss you too... and I'm sorry I wasn't as attentive to you last time you came to visit. I was too busy getting into anything and everything else. Enjoy my amazingness...and if you want...you can come see it in person too :) I love you!<br /><br />Love,<br />Reagan<br /><br />P.S.---I had a chat with her(my mom)...mentioned the rash incident...dropped "Child-Services" a couple of times in the conversation...and she was more than willing to comply with the blogging.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526633358555649586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97_YcF7k66ofL0T7Psc9Ly4e1g2zVp_x5hnHJNymO91aZmz0LiIdCeBpdCY615iCln8jv0NQyJg3wzVtp5k8SObFwNiWoewUDjPJPv1yAHyAR_8Igy5l1vTXAz_g2WBIUPQue86OwhO1q/s320/Sept+Misc+2010+002.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">My mom calls this the contradiction picture...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526633352423756402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5zB7TQrui5FTEtDc7ss6z3OdvoLzgoq5ouXgcKYBc3oTf-STDXNn4zv5r2pJjabeH6PElDhoZycov1qtT4r-LIpyQ1VBFpiUTTauoAb9t8Uye_UDdDSngy-EOy6KsUr2GOecMlCCcrA5/s320/October+2010+009.JPG" /></div><div align="center">I'm not sure if you're aware of this or not...but I'm kind of goth now.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">If the clothes don't prove it-the face does.</div><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526632836989004418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWVzmw_fXAhtJQcFItOln8hGLCG2Lk771zSVbA6Tdsl0LoLVa7_4vxR90LcwZJQ6RiHJF6m6DgGRL-24b2vGZ3m6Ok9_TPNyECDFxIwvct-2e-QYdNlWvGwsBNRGBbHtzsaPTi_3EYYIE/s320/October+2010+002.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Do you know how much fun it is playing in an empty file cabinet? </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Did I do a good job faking it?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Do you think my parents will buck up and actually get me age -appropriate<br />toys or do you think Christmas this year is going to be tissue paper and empty boxes?<br />(I can only fake for so long).</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526632827644457106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWJW56-agbhW5i5xDpsTW3USYBZrHT7DFwaBu_1ZMDsR1JdmtdUWNMTsqFqsGFU14r1rXbbHUGb7aLTnFlmHI014jCyu2Eun6ClVLwAHugNgz-Yy9oDQJ2Ss4N7BYbRpoTvufvl_kYzk-/s320/October+2010+001.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Yeah---that's right---cross-dressing. At least it's not an empty file cabinet.</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526632823997159634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngObHxNPmm8Pw1-ME9I-0SynRbL20lWUaGbiWvHCkqO8xZIH1PUEv4XaXIfxDGveTKW7DrZY-nlVcDsKJKZiyTG_cbJhUVjaylAh6V1Ma8ss86fozqamZnENjd4RE7yWrHhw8-ebc2FsE/s320/End+of+Summer+2010+069.JPG" /> Okay-so I may have lied about the toy department. I got a balloon. Not even inflated though. They make me do all the work. I'm smiling here...but I'm really thinking "Throw me a freaking bone people...give me something I can enjoy...that's actually fun...and doesn't require me getting light-headed to enjoy." </div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526632813670239906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-RbpJ4LK0N-NY9-B2f3r2kEN7PzXxTV0-wfakk0L4si_VFCd1hwBHB6OrRvwclpqTkfMI6iAfRrLB5yAaGBbcVegVBL1v9MHRVICpYpcsMTRiO3BHDxqvD7Q7s1k_7ZqysIav7iXbo3C/s320/End+of+Summer+2010+018.JPG" />Welcome to my Grandma Bean's house.<br />Now I know where my mom got all of her ideas for "Fun Times." </div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526632805390917122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kVu9fvsjc6BB1z-ijqxq60CVrCxGFAmUUmS_XHkMGpT334-MShUY6lfRKKLsKwSpG113HGoW5sqLPLwJh9H72hSVAI0wjNVzhfU-Ff11WqvFt7D2PPFbei6_3P5WjBQaroSH2-RdeGmw/s320/End+of+Summer+2010+002.JPG" /> I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. I...am...Legend. Kidding... Amazing :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-1112682048077035382010-02-22T13:17:00.004-07:002010-02-22T16:25:59.827-07:00Moderation....AlwaysThis is the first "venting" blog I have ever done.<br />Why? Because I prefer to vent in person...for whatever reason, giving voice to my frustrations just seems to make them go away(so I will be reading this out loud as I type...killing two birds with one stone). However, in light of recent events...I want to be one of those people who makes their frustrations known to the world....and by world I mean the few people who actually read this...also facebook doesn't let you type more than a few sentences on your "status," so this was more default than anything else. (This also means that I will have posted three blogs in a years time...exceeding what I did last year--- so I should be good for the next ten months).<br />Ever since I moved to Utah, I noticed, probably within the first week, how crazy people here are, and by people, I mean women (minus the old school thinking men who still believe in submissive wives and the patriarchs of the family making the decisions and being the final word in all things....amish-thinking weirdos). My first Sunday out here was when I lived with my sister- and I attended her family ward. As I sat close to the back, I started people-watching...(with a little people-judging thrown in here and there)-- and was amazed, and not in a good way, at the "individuality" most of the women portrayed. I literally could have sworn that there existed identical twenty-uplets in that ward: same hair--- blonde, highlighted, either really long and parted with the "puff" at the back of the hair, or super short, with the layering "puff" at the back of the hair. Latest fashions represented only by name brand clothing. Most of the time the hooker-boot was worn (and I have nothing against those..it's cold here, and I can get away with wearing long wool socks in winter...but I should probably let people know I moved here in June...). Their children--very similarly dressed--- little boys in sweater vests and dress shirts...looking more like target ad models than church going rascals....yes...I did say rascals. The little girls had their hair done perfectly, and their outfits put together perfectly... I don't know what most people are used to growing up, but I can say from memory and from pictures that my Sunday best was on Holiday weekends, visitor weekends, or family event weekends. All of the other times I sported the homely, messy, cant wait to get out of church and put pants on look. Sadly, I still carry the same look the majority of the time.<br />Then as I got invited into some of their homes- I realized those were all the same too. Exact same outer appearance, with the little lawn, inside: same carpet, paint, color scheme, decorations, couches, tables, pictures--- everything was the same. I feared for their children ever getting lost in the neighborhood---they couldn't really recognize the outside of the house, and then if they decided to walk in to see if it was their home- they still wouldn't know, it was all the same. Scary business.<br />All of that was a little overwhelming, and really sad to me, but things got incredibly more sad, as I talked to them and got to know them, and realized that the majority of them had the same problem: perfection.<br />I don't know why, I didn't know then, and I definitely dont know now, but the women here have this ridiculous need for perfection in everything they do. Perfect house (good luck there), perfect husband (does not exist), perfect children (if they were, they wouldn't be alive), perfect bodies (expounding on that later), perfect in their callings, in their mothering, in being the best wife, in their homemaking skills, and some feel the need to transfer that attitude to a job as well. I feel tired just typing about it (because I'm thinking about it...not because typing is a tiring activity). Couple this need for perfection, with the need to do it all, and you have your classic...for lack of better words, nut-job.<br />It's craziness.<br />(Please refer to the aforementioned "expounding"--- it's happening right now)<br />One of the biggest perfection problems I have noticed, especially recently, is people's need for the perfect body. I don't know if this is news to most people or not, and it may come be too much for some, so maybe you should sit down before you read this, "There is no such thing as a perfect body." Shocker right?! Honestly, I have met so many people since I've lived here, who have this unrealistic idea of achieving a perfect body, and it doesn't exist. In fact, find me someone who claims to have a perfect body, and I will show you a flaw. That's life. And it ruins lives when people think that such an achievement is possible. There is a fine line between people wanting a perfectly healthy body, and people wanting their healthy body to be perfect, and it's the latter who end up more stressed, more upset, more anxious, and more unhappy, because they are trying to achieve the impossible.<br />Here's why: you could always be skinnier, you could always be more tan, you could always have whiter or straighter teeth, you could always have better definition, a better hairstyle, a different face (thank you plastic surgery), bigger/smaller breasts, you can even have a sculpted hind-end, which I am saving my money for. Kidding :) (Andy's saving money for me). You could always be something better, but you will kill yourselves trying to get there. I know what it's like to have that mindset, momentarily. It's stressful, and ruthless, and completely consuming.<br />Don't get me wrong--- I love the idea of being healthy-- I want to be healthy for my family, kids, future grandkids- for my husband, but mostly for myself, because it feels good, and because I feel good. That doesn't mean I'm spending my days working myself out to death, or jumping on the scale and depressing myself over what weight I think I should be. I don't spend every meal calculating the calories I'm eating and worrying if I've exercised enough to be able to eat something I want, and I don't beat myself over the head for not having time to work out every now and again, because to me, that's crazy. Here's what I think--- I want to be healthy enough to be able to walk to Missouri if needed in the later days, but not large enough that I'm the first people want to kill on that trip because of the meals I could provide. Moderation.<br />I love freedom(that's why I decided to live here and not North Korea)--- knowing I can do whatever I want, whenever I want--is a very liberating feeling. I would lose that if I felt the need to be perfect all the time, and I think that's what happens here a lot. It's interesting... with the majority of people here being LDS, and one of our great understandings about this life being our agency, how is it that so many people hold themselves captive to their own standards?<br />Instead of perfection, I have a different "-tion" word I wish people would strive more for around here. Imitation. Kidding. Moderation. Why? Because perfection is unrealistic.<br />It. Is. Impossible.<br />If it were possible, the people who achieved it, would not be here. I redact, it is possible, but not in this lifetime (*disclaimer...that is not me telling anyone to off themselves so they can reach perfection). Moderation in all things. It's not a hard concept, it's a lot easier than the concept of perfection, and I promise it will make life so much happier.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441167078546656338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zLu60Lf4n7D5lHJtnwnaPVjRIaUG9ab3cVH_muK3aFbuBfUAO8s8Bor2mA8wvn7tbC2im0_SNyS2cM6NANiNd_S-7Ys8_arLtp3A47dP4zScMuLOVsHqaoVygchE1HeNAswL1J22AiNt/s320/moderation.jpg" />Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-43361071081611873522010-02-02T09:07:00.016-07:002010-02-02T10:55:38.475-07:00The HouseI promised two people two different things, and in the genius that is my mind- I found a way to kill two birds with one stone...so Meagan--- here are the house pics (finally)--- and Carrie---here is another blog (finally...but in my defense on that one, I average about two posts per year, so consider yourself lucky that I've done two posts in two months).<br /><br />First the downside----<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682959890093970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixjpEWuu4o4GG7HkeKA9TqteNTHWUo9P265TxGKVUbWlY1sZEWYW3Xyywr859EWA3SAcH008LpLVTMKBlX6JebPkDqA1P8v18XuRPL8-U01ej0b3K-0oaOdOc-cKhrcK-XFOHfsAq_OAy/s320/Fall+2009+116.JPG" /> Welcome to across our street. This is the only place in the entire neighborhood where it looks like a garbage dump...and I personally believe there is at least one dead body in there somewhere, which is why we a)avoid it, and b) keep our screen and front door locked.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8SMBB5IvQKjeHKRS_YkQ5iP0nyutKGMQAs6R9pNqzvzc6tUVAxzzXs6qDdSIGIuWuTlg034nnLl9MmEyZ3bSUm9y3IKtCQxu_yAbXlxW_sDQwXvphcFbC-jPrgnIMbiOVrZK3Q1F3mgP/s1600-h/Fall+2009+118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682725110360946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8SMBB5IvQKjeHKRS_YkQ5iP0nyutKGMQAs6R9pNqzvzc6tUVAxzzXs6qDdSIGIuWuTlg034nnLl9MmEyZ3bSUm9y3IKtCQxu_yAbXlxW_sDQwXvphcFbC-jPrgnIMbiOVrZK3Q1F3mgP/s320/Fall+2009+118.JPG" /></a> Here is the front of the house--- complete with snow, a scarecrow, and the most ridiculous weeds I have ever encountered. After weeding three times throughout the summer, and using four bottles of weed killer, I have decided they literally are the spawns of satan and we're going to try and find some Holy Water to take care of them this summer. (If you know where we can find any feel free to let us know).<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433696292176333666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxeIHPByiSit1lAIxuRqnpo-RP9UmzUYzmBqVZx6KtBiMNcH9L332FSoivObGtdd6LHh0dHa-Z9qNfKSYhasv32BXcupZ5WMjZpSDWerxoVFGxFlgH0jcHgQZvWEJXt3ukmfQO9yrvVIK/s320/Fall+2009+172.JPG" />Next we have the spare room...or side room...maybe it's the sitting room. We call it the piano/bookcase/table that Reagan destroys room. The piano is something we acquired over the summer, and there is a story behind it, but we won't get into it here. All you need to know is there was a lot of cat and dog fecal matter....a grosso of an older lady...and sheep. NEVER AGAIN. But we like how the room turned out--- and actually the table isn't there anymore so we have a blank space, but we're looking for a little loveseat to put there. All in good time.<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GIhASDLRAhuJnL7wEtw2z1jbdms34M4ByBr5gta8T_w_JbP_lH-TKrraTBTdJUWz3ir9NzptM6Pv2z4k75eUpbuNwXYsexOWoux_LfOd0chJhnq-FiWrb1xsZAdg2frAx0NdtwjKhtE2/s1600-h/Fall+2009+169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433681965466721842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GIhASDLRAhuJnL7wEtw2z1jbdms34M4ByBr5gta8T_w_JbP_lH-TKrraTBTdJUWz3ir9NzptM6Pv2z4k75eUpbuNwXYsexOWoux_LfOd0chJhnq-FiWrb1xsZAdg2frAx0NdtwjKhtE2/s320/Fall+2009+169.JPG" /></a> Then there is the computer room---and this is pretty much all it consists of. It's probably the most exciting place in the house--- I mean look at it--- it's a party zone.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433681016827976162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmT7-3fa6It1AfG8CGLubk1A840dpOdsZEngR9Lef7aVzuANj12m_rYkoeRw9E3IZauBl_cszoUeJZulKUr6sGRSzqri2vglvIN99o6fPGfTjPSki8Yatsb0iFwOtVU2BQvnNPKL5OZRFK/s320/Fall+2009+173.JPG" /> The living room is where we do all of our...you guessed it...living :) Andy's favorite feature of the house currently resides here, and if you don't know what it is---then you don't really know him. I'll give you a hint---it keeps him in tune with his "passion" (aka...obsession). The rug (which you can barely see, ties in to our next pic--- which sucks a bit---but it was my first time--- and I have grand plans to improve!)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433681202338027522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8c9mCJcEhuX8qAFGhUHi27vnd0ij0dQs_nhqn0kUMdaokK6bPm8d3uecuinD5stM2535po4F38kf0sKps7vwBad3tTq659QEmFVgs8iQ8mihLd4ngoNDETDk2D-_o5KDZcR0r0E74lls/s320/Fall+2009+175.JPG" /><br />Enter sucky paintings- however they do add color to our house and it does tie in with our carpet, so David Bromstad from Color Splash would be happy.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibubszkX7x48zeAi9b4IQiYsxVSqA98h1QsrlX2K89GWoaJ_p6QDLGoXGxh5zM3QserdLVMr8l5IRWCQgyqCcA9adULHiJEGxrrCwFtjd4AZiKdaHqfHH4-cNzmIVqVG9Bfc7hXYh_QGrJ/s1600-h/Fall+2009+177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433680494119822050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibubszkX7x48zeAi9b4IQiYsxVSqA98h1QsrlX2K89GWoaJ_p6QDLGoXGxh5zM3QserdLVMr8l5IRWCQgyqCcA9adULHiJEGxrrCwFtjd4AZiKdaHqfHH4-cNzmIVqVG9Bfc7hXYh_QGrJ/s320/Fall+2009+177.JPG" /></a> Our bedroom is actually really fun---meaning the setup (get your minds out of the gutter). There are double doors that open up into it- we usually have the one bolted shut, but when Andy tries to be cavalier, and carries me into the bedroom, we have to open up both doors. Sad day. He doesn't do it that often because of the grunting that occurs as he is carrying me. I can only handle so many blows to the self-esteem :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbCgnyVs7CrO903-P20XaExGlyVsvlRkfTDxwgCSdkYfWQjV6FrQy1t8pp46zlLQekLxdBdKBnTJv7isLBxfaG2pmM_ypH4XRnRXbFjf11jlXL03SoZZCVXPvCMJ_f2h0Mb2Ch45S4zDN/s1600-h/Fall+2009+183.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433680058994157378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbCgnyVs7CrO903-P20XaExGlyVsvlRkfTDxwgCSdkYfWQjV6FrQy1t8pp46zlLQekLxdBdKBnTJv7isLBxfaG2pmM_ypH4XRnRXbFjf11jlXL03SoZZCVXPvCMJ_f2h0Mb2Ch45S4zDN/s320/Fall+2009+183.JPG" /></a> Here we have the spare/Reagan's bathroom. It is about the size of an airplane bathroom...the only difference is we provide an air freshner...someday they'll catch on.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmJg4KmcjhhWNDpjldCwtNS5oBXSu6FcX5TScMj6vFp8rLtvFmwFEmybPi-Ntn4R0J2FGzqD2jNo_-tXAdV1CTE8Ub4MYeX5zxbBZShjofElHHbWi9FYRGdWy-LMxjOHdiFu9u46GL1oK/s1600-h/Fall+2009+179.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433679352291655138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmJg4KmcjhhWNDpjldCwtNS5oBXSu6FcX5TScMj6vFp8rLtvFmwFEmybPi-Ntn4R0J2FGzqD2jNo_-tXAdV1CTE8Ub4MYeX5zxbBZShjofElHHbWi9FYRGdWy-LMxjOHdiFu9u46GL1oK/s320/Fall+2009+179.JPG" /></a> Finally we have Ms. Reagan's room. Andy picked out the bed set for it about six months before she came-- and we played the cheap card at target and bought the wire basket holders- and so far it's worked out quite nicely. There again we could expound with a story, this time involving meat scissors and an almost cut off finger...but another time (thank you again to the Richins who helped us save $75 and a late night trip to the Instacare...this is why you need to move back).<br /></div><div></div><div align="center">And the best part of the whole house? (Minus the fun bedroom ;)</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYHJ4sGzZyh2Z8Vj-iC0EntBiDT64M7WVGmyw_pmq2Ofq60_6VlATl-sRdwuHca-SGhkZ4iyW5Jzmr_oeb7FzIky5A7LbkfAgmPyVxn_IPuiHg8jXJiMIhDWptsVHTlDpBMs3OH16nZWP/s1600-h/Fall+2009+181.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433678895484169138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYHJ4sGzZyh2Z8Vj-iC0EntBiDT64M7WVGmyw_pmq2Ofq60_6VlATl-sRdwuHca-SGhkZ4iyW5Jzmr_oeb7FzIky5A7LbkfAgmPyVxn_IPuiHg8jXJiMIhDWptsVHTlDpBMs3OH16nZWP/s320/Fall+2009+181.JPG" /></a> TA-DA!!!<br /><br />The End<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-8308372337021094912010-01-12T14:19:00.021-07:002010-01-14T20:40:33.725-07:00In a Nutshell<div align="left">I still cannot believe how fast this past year flew by. Probably because the first three and a half months were spent counting down to the most amazing event that has happened in my life to date (besides Cold Stone...Terry Goodkind...Psych...and Andy), and the last eight and a half were spent trying to stop time...or find some way to capture every minute that went by with my sweet little girl!<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left">Unfortunately, I was unable to do the time-stopping thing, and then I realized there were some minutes (that if added up were more like days...weeks....maybe a month or so) that I really didn't want captured (Andy can attest to that). All in all it was a fantastic year!<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Here's the recap:<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">January:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left">Mostly boring--- we had been married for almost a year at that point, so the passion had definitely died down. We officially began the Reagan count down and started getting ready for her arrival.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426435113077989026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-aGYJUHCwqoQSsAIlEw1VY3L38-p_S3rDUD_dU7v_P9SNXTz9vkZwhok13wofFA7RQlpRTDytHjrLiJ44nf6QXltEh3cABZX_-R-slbNmo7Eule2i9847HC8m33K_LiEAldyUX5XCtSJ/s320/Misc+112.jpg" /> <p align="center">(Me at two months pregnant....not really...more like two months to go!)<br /><br /></p><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">February:</span></strong><br /><br />Andy turned the big 22 and we celebrated by going to Chuck E. Cheese's (I figured the kid deserved a good party). We also celebrated our first Valentine's Day as a married couple- apart--- I worked that day, while Andy made the 24-hour drive back from Wisconsin. Three days, 1500 miles, one (unpaid) speeding ticket later, he was back, and all was right with the world :)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426363457904337794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_CjwmROGnZSSPoqikyktC_6o5iC7lhTwED_mntIf01prq2ucIjv275lBp9vcK-Bo1udCHJ6VsefNgDHyYmBOSQgiXcDokhlq5QKP5e6pWfyV3oylBDvW0MpdMD1WlbkvFi4D65i2yV8s/s320/Misc+108.jpg" /> <p align="center">(What this picture doesn't show is the little kid crying in the fetal position on the floor, that Andy shoved out of his way, so he could get to this...we were asked not to return...but not beforeAndy domintated Big Buck Hunting)<br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">March:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left">First--- our one year anniversary-complete without the top layer of our wedding cake (but we saved a fortune on medical bills I'm sure we would have incurred from eating year-old frozen cake). </div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426366488113794754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_c2lUvBgANM7GbgpJxMH7GFxfd5AInNr3p6HVtBgykA_P7byOxDg0ukBMwa13qq5dAWNMeHRGJqtv79rm-g1N1kMm0oTrUv4mIvGQm27UNhjpMRzxHpJKA4Zak8DfjQZH962NiwjllJH/s320/Misc+046.jpg" /> (Passion-Free... Baby on the way...Happy Anniversary to us!)<br /></p><br /><p>Then, five days later,two-weeks early, and after 12-hours of labor, Reagan Elyse entered the world weighing 7lbs. 7oz. and 19-inches long.</p><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426366494071901730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqiVg_nCTuwGSWg_7ZP_KblvLeRpSoqS9YCBiSv50pqG1eZnh6nsqXsz1rPYEz4OmHVMZp6rnBmNz1ZYHCsstLuoAC75Pr8jmBRvv9hh3njsXb7XFmqpLlymkncOhvzWgdndZB_GpcSSn/s320/DSC01062.jpg" /> (Amazing how something so small can make such a big change)</div><br /><strong><span style="color:#333399;">April:</span></strong><br /><br />By the first week in April- we had this parenting thing down---sleepless nights? No worries. Screaming baby (for hours on end)? Bring it on. Having some form of baby fluid on us at all times? Love it. Okay not quite-but wouldn't that have been amazing! Needless to say, this was the majority of that month:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426376100145636274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yXy-dk2LmfDtxz79hI-j_2cQgmYetHyF8u4Dy9g5n86wKD5RfjGaKPHprqnps4eRD2tvZKYKJPjHqG0_oJrFCTfemZq9i4Pv49s1jdUD3pSMruSxKdNCSCJD6U1UAfoq0Ou8bJ6KRUFO/s320/pcf_32.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426376764332849010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4dL3NJ6sF7TEbtIwNQI0N8-8YExcgqJQX_I-e5EVgK5jFcZfLoFB-OkbmLJnY5DnBSN_Kibnti4cnipASDird7C45WmAtWwUb3oMLYjLWcul8H5ab_u2gZk71ylBKKw_4YZi49vyl6Q9/s320/pcf_31.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong></strong>(No explanation needed)</p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;">May:<br /></span></strong><strong><br /></strong>This month meant almost as much to Andy and I, as Chuck E. Cheese's. Reagan was blessed on the third of this month, and we loved having all of our friends and family there. Andy also graduated from UVU, in accounting, and started his job as an Internal Auditor (which he's amazing at) up at JC Penney (clothing discounts are awesome, clothing budgets are not). He actually recieved the job offer the day we had Reagan. I think she was waiting to come until she knew we would be able to clothe and feed her!</p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426431569044729554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoq9DGrr7IQ2IatfJMsc08MCqaiziJDTfxFBk39n2SuF9Co0oHaUHmQFjLaYl7d3RrlvXpzPJusl9mg5Y5KAiafHEL2B0eraxKFwd58kXTxWoeAcDVQme-Xk2yXCTIY3ymciyq3L_bSkB/s320/reagan+042.jpg" /> (Blessed Baby)</p><br /><p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426436756299601714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgyJPasPzVCbVYoZb38gGrGIDvBGCz-_5MY55X9jKEe1ulr8woiqhVrNpoQeyFRQ3Em3x6ggIzVxpPi3gK1sEXMkjsmOjiWCaCToIr11bRWIC-E-1JnG-19OgJuSCNQA3wp6hDvzNivEn/s320/6568_101950948628_585993628_2003170_6871410_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></p><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong>(The Proud Graduate!)<strong> </strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">June:</span></strong><br /><br />The apartment we had been staying at in Orem is one we will never forget: spacious bedrooms, 70's themed kitchen (love the yellow vinyl), the wonderful stairs we had to climb to get to it (which were only problematic in winter when it was icy), the front window that had the broomstick in it (which matched the yellow kitchen vinyl) to keep the "bad guys" out...our neighbors below who invited themselves into our couples prayers certain nights, with four-letter word shouts (and I'm not talking "amen")---- and our favorite, the real bad guys, the Richins. Too bad they decided to go to Miami, so we, in turn, decided to move away as well, and to stick it to them, we moved before them. (Let it be known, if they hadn't come up with the genius idea of moving we would still all be hanging out, leaving random ransom notes and breaking the law to get to church).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426431588282222290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlrXCXGUqqRUZwTu0ymmx8ZO8wBS9Tbj7pinVbNCU1Qld6Qh3y3Gx8SUodOmIKUQIAJXDhyJM3-WVBBXpfouwnqZQnFyh47BGLdvfoICwFpQYeaIlRO6wmVFBNho44BgU6GxYg0-4sVQG/s320/reagan+054.jpg" /> <p align="center">(The Bad Guys....with the bad idea)<br /></p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426433125023464802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28obMJnSd_oOjzKEmDS7VYh1EG3Rz1ES0OuO6IjZoATZ0-GK0xkszo6GIprNTM7mHOxXqGGZSqqBaoslWZQ7f5u3zNjKzl7yFJbI5gLqTfqGEPJ34PldrXuHYj6qYisNzAbkrX26P655q/s320/Fall+2009+118.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong>(The new house....this wasn't taken in June...just to clarify)</div><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">July:</span></strong><br /><br />Happy 4th of July! We had a gathering of sorts at our house, complete with BBQ and fireworks. Unfortunately, the wind was blowing hard that night, and the fireworks we bought to set off at our house became problematic--- but it was still fun! That same weekend we had a leak occur, not baby related, in the kitchen, that put that region of the house out of commission for a few months...I loathe water dispensing fridges, and love barbeques with side burners, so you can still have "stove-top" access!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426436746701869746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmucFAiiVsErmG2MkyaFsoJz3hWQZsniFCXT6bCQgKZcHnYZ-wUfQlLFHPtpQCein231UFZFXinmETJqmggvjK6mWfvcyOg0YTuGtZ6q1uoMLjhwcRudmdwk7beC9rqLVsBzZLaSUB_chr/s320/6568_101948088628_585993628_2003114_6521645_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center">(America's Sweetheart....bald and beautiful)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">August:</span></strong> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I celebrated the big 24 (for those of you who think I am a cradle-robber....I'm a year and a half<br />older...not two, and the six months does make all the difference). We celebrated by going to a theme park and then to dinner at Tucanos (yay for free birthday dinners!)- It was pretty fun. We also had the Bean Family reunion, and my brother and sister and kids all came to stay- and we found out that our house is not as tiny as some people think it is :)</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426431634931612226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhSbGww8HI9n0ExqiY-scrwG-roxhzpkcq2kqaWVTxIohWmiZUZkiTEQM0bm9WtVOPE8dIRbEAxDG_S86CYNxNzEIMWLxT9U2T_ZIcaReKqp5njgXETx6Iv6iZmwCLN24V5zNDLdAluWQ/s320/Summer+2009+100.JPG" /> (Yes--- that is bread....and that was my cake...I got a make up cake later...but still...)</p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">September:</span><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong>Oh how I hate thee month of September, and all the football you bring to the world. And by world, I mean my living room. September always put a bad taste in my mouth growing up, lack of freedom because we had to go back to school, end of summer...nothing good came from it. Then I grew up, and now there's a completely different taste in my mouth...and I came to the realization that I really dislike all forms of pig.... bacon, sausage, hot dogs, ham, swine flu, and pig-skin related sports. But because I love my husband, my last words here will be:</p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>GO BADGERS! AND PACKERS!! AND EVERY OTHER FOOTBALL TEAM!!!<br />(He likes them all...nd by likes...I mean watches)</strong></span></p><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">October:</span><br /><br /></strong>Please refer to "Happ-Bee Halloween".... that should some this month up :)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426435141929266898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPipmZog7VXIAqv9ysuPjb8IBe0l7cDDuKi59Jejk59W6rlhePKQIqVWiPNEdtrMCCw9obFT-ABsFfk9vQTTOTrowQq-wtyHnOB-BolJ2mLqHmzfziryErFRG1FEKvKyMkT2J26acUw6px/s320/063.JPG" /><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>November:</strong><br /></span><br />Probably my favorite time of the year! It was so fun getting ready for the holidays, and even more fun having my parents here for Thanksgiving. Reagan tried Jell-o for the first time, and loved it, and while we were all enjoying a turkey dinner, she was having herself some turkey and sweet potato baby food. The family that has Thanksgiving together...loves food :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426436115982397394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YHSROKl_KufD_Yr-Kjtd5fY5vul-fTvZQmD-1hewRjp5snC60TUTAiQn4U-xE0yMKAVYft3dDzsUeNdb90YlvR54eek3JZu8JSs2g7sItUV1oGhyphenhyphen2At8XNgCYPKP-IK7Pr8AQcW6UYob/s320/Nov-Dec+2009+039.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong></strong>(Andy was really reserved about eating that day...such a gentleman)<strong> </strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">December:</span></strong> </p>For the first time in the history of my life, I did not do gift shopping on Christmas Eve! Amazing I know! I did however, become addicted to Amazon, and unbeknownst to Andy, I still look on the website every other day, and maybe I will order things, and when they come in the mail, and he asks who they're from, maybe I tell him we found ourselves in the favor of a Mr. Ama Zon...(I used to flirt a lot back in the day, so the questions stop there). We made it out to Wisconsin Christmas Day, after a Christmas Eve feast with my sisters. We spent the rest of the month with Andy's family, and loved every minute of it! (at least the minutes where no one was getting hurt)<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426432454251122514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNsEMKU6lzB0rbMIBEkIK4I3_hwDb59XbIuWpRnSIjmXBebIgTgZ2TP8-TEk_hSmQyS-HzN79GQOlAzG8li0mM3mJOtKeoQBf0T0EJ0r0ibQF4y8mCA72FXJSjO6ByHxkVM-v3F2cPIL6/s320/Nov-Dec+2009+126.JPG" /> (Happy Hannukah!) </p><p align="left"><br />What an incredible year! I really don't think it can be topped, unless of course I get a decent Birthday cake this year...We are excited to see what 2010 will bring (and which of our friends will be pregnant by the end of it.... I have $20 on Elise and Carrie...and if I'm wrong...you guys owe me :)<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;">HAPPY<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;">2010</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-2178509812401612492009-11-01T17:32:00.005-07:002009-11-01T18:24:08.416-07:00Happ-Bee Halloween<div align="left">Here's what I've decided: Halloween is fun when you're a kid, and when you have kids, but that's about it. Case in point: After the age of 12, we were no longer allowed to go trick-or-treating in our household, even if we could pull off looking like we were 12 up until we were 16. Thanks mom and dad. In fact, some of us in said household didn't even get to go when we were 12 because Halloween just happened to fall on a Sunday that year. Was there a "make-up" Halloween? No. Thanks again to the parentals for that one :) So after age 11, it really hasn't been too exciting for me. My first Halloween here in Utah was spent cleaning, and trying to cheer up a certain depressed Russian roommate. I rocked at the cleaning....but ended up going to bed before the depression was gone from the roommate (no worries--- she woke up the next morning--- alive and everything). Last year, my second year out here, was spent with my husband, at my sister's house, for a Rockin' 2008 Halloween Party. Allow me to expan with a definition: <u>Rockin' 2008 Halloween Party</u>: Michael Jackson's "Thriller" music-video on repeat...all...night...long. Scary? Yes--- definitely. Rockin'....possibly. Party? I fell asleep.<br /><br />This year I have looked forward to Halloween, like never before....because I have my very own (well...shared I guess)... baby to dress-up--- and dress up we did! Thank you Smith's Marketplace for your 40% baby costumes sale. Thank you dear Andy for making $17.00 for us to put towards the cheap (monetarily speaking) costume. And thank you Reagan- for taking a break from your screaming long enough for us to fake like you were having a good night :)<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EkPV9074WaaTAzcsd9Gc2wNNVlntEzVtTZPhWx7G_DJjbCS8uiNshQBVcEAk91Jko7kIRiam9jn5p7ZwfY-75dK0Dr3djzCbmmOEt_dsmiXxXI9ajbBvigA8IMrxXKt1tPo3uCmVMuSC/s1600-h/070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303926389098210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9EkPV9074WaaTAzcsd9Gc2wNNVlntEzVtTZPhWx7G_DJjbCS8uiNshQBVcEAk91Jko7kIRiam9jn5p7ZwfY-75dK0Dr3djzCbmmOEt_dsmiXxXI9ajbBvigA8IMrxXKt1tPo3uCmVMuSC/s320/070.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Can you see the stinger?<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg93fcY2mDofutBopVfiYyD0qJpTNWAjqvW2v0YNeC2ImdDEODfSVqYzvkCCMVjn_5FzqBNtx_D-PsHO8ugOhYYMlf2mFCOZoNy5ZtWENs1r5ZWwpCpMXTozrcWiK6NyL1dMYiUCASDWX/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303922186980642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg93fcY2mDofutBopVfiYyD0qJpTNWAjqvW2v0YNeC2ImdDEODfSVqYzvkCCMVjn_5FzqBNtx_D-PsHO8ugOhYYMlf2mFCOZoNy5ZtWENs1r5ZWwpCpMXTozrcWiK6NyL1dMYiUCASDWX/s320/066.JPG" /></a><br />I like big butts...and I cannot lie :)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-DxNJD7Pvg49hr_uqYjGLYUcW_SLQkNtTraFNjSuMuYhgXs9wrsOyEE5EPBT_tIBfKYssZWpkOk_PglYY4GkmhfiBHJ6-7jeOh1s6f03bACGBbm-BskgMlMKIMUkP6FcQ0IdBrtQ9roA/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303915208033330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-DxNJD7Pvg49hr_uqYjGLYUcW_SLQkNtTraFNjSuMuYhgXs9wrsOyEE5EPBT_tIBfKYssZWpkOk_PglYY4GkmhfiBHJ6-7jeOh1s6f03bACGBbm-BskgMlMKIMUkP6FcQ0IdBrtQ9roA/s320/063.JPG" /></a><br />The nose is a blend of eye-liner, and sweet potatotes.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsitrH2JM0ObkapBV6wtPJ0ryWCUZ00a5ff9YgZhvG6AmACw3oYjcwvJJT4QwJbl9DabED0Br5fhcvQgnznscsvD1v0vHkKLkRoEOSVI8dNR8JfyC3ZbPxaUbIigVmj62qFZxY3CWso1V/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303904156474658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsitrH2JM0ObkapBV6wtPJ0ryWCUZ00a5ff9YgZhvG6AmACw3oYjcwvJJT4QwJbl9DabED0Br5fhcvQgnznscsvD1v0vHkKLkRoEOSVI8dNR8JfyC3ZbPxaUbIigVmj62qFZxY3CWso1V/s320/044.JPG" /></a> Literally, cutest baby alive. That's right Elise and Carrie....cutest baby ever!!! :)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNK3f0qyvHFjNIGMh6tNXHoKjTUN08KarX26Ur0sWBr7QxCUu3t91pBgAz_SsAip8-gVQWI8EI1CBdwvzfnUycCehIkGWIlN-lzHQPloRmEinhyphenhyphenEw9VI-lqyfFubHeTfq2nvnCrpgOica/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303902438308594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNK3f0qyvHFjNIGMh6tNXHoKjTUN08KarX26Ur0sWBr7QxCUu3t91pBgAz_SsAip8-gVQWI8EI1CBdwvzfnUycCehIkGWIlN-lzHQPloRmEinhyphenhyphenEw9VI-lqyfFubHeTfq2nvnCrpgOica/s320/040.JPG" /></a> Happ-bee Family<br /><br />HAPP-BEE HALLOWEEN!!!<br /><br />*More Halloween festivities to follow....if I can get them up in the next few days....let's be honest....it'll probably be in the next few months.</div></div></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-30899735679890297642009-09-13T18:47:00.004-06:002009-09-13T19:23:44.394-06:00It's Been a While...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvioVp7fevG3qhisKCbKo9aqKOzTi4q1Lu_3oXazYUzio3DxwnDS73_VpxcWdNvYJBvpTd5i3iSM95t3R5LmEei_nhfrP3FWJ0HEW26hyphenhyphenm81S17JntgGB2HJIENRtE5HYko4Vlwp7Hr44/s1600-h/Reagan+Aug-Sept+2009+121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381127652535215922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvioVp7fevG3qhisKCbKo9aqKOzTi4q1Lu_3oXazYUzio3DxwnDS73_VpxcWdNvYJBvpTd5i3iSM95t3R5LmEei_nhfrP3FWJ0HEW26hyphenhyphenm81S17JntgGB2HJIENRtE5HYko4Vlwp7Hr44/s320/Reagan+Aug-Sept+2009+121.JPG" /></a><br /><div>So--- after a lot....A LOT... of complaints from a few who will remain unnamed, I decided to do a little update-if for no other reason than to inform people that yes, we are still alive. Some of us a little more than others :) </div><br /><div>There have been a few events that have occurred since December- I will list a few (in no particular order):</div><br /><div>We discovered Cafe Fresh</div><br /><div>I quit my job...and found the meaning of life</div><br /><div>Andy celebrated #22 Birthday at Chuck E Cheese....way to go back to the roots on that one :)</div><br /><div>We discovered Cafe Fresh (amazing)</div><br /><div>Andy got a job at JC Penney in Salt Lake....only after</div><br /><div>Andy graduated from UVU</div><br /><div>We have a black President....Balack Obama</div><br /><div>Aaron came off the Mish....and is adjusting nicely (I was worried for a bit)</div><br /><div>I celebrated Birthday #24 at Liberty Land... (I'm only a year and a half older than Andy....)</div><br /><div>New dating show on TV--- "The Cougar"---- they wanted me to be "The Cougar"----too bad I was already married. (Seriously...too bad) Kidding!</div><br /><div>We bought a house....I miss having a landlord...</div><br /><div>Our house sprang a leak....who knew leaks cost thousands of dollars....</div><br /><div>Valentine's Day--- First one married-- I was in Utah- He was in Wisconsin....is that a bad sign?</div><br /><div>Economy goes downhill shortly after I quit. Coincidence? I think not.</div><br /><div>Richin's move to Florida. Who are the Richins? It's hard to say....it's been a while. I hope they didn't get eaten by alligators. (But if they did they can't say they weren't warned)</div><br /><div>We celebrated our first Anniversary!!! (Together)</div><br /><div>Oh yes-----amd REAGAN came :) Finally.</div><br /><div>She's pretty much the most amazing little girl in the world.</div><br /><div></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-58632446708973320982008-12-22T10:43:00.010-07:002008-12-22T11:06:43.868-07:00Pre-Christmas Festivities<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEFF8PcmxQ4VMkZ5pMaRONd98GGJweUv4Ryp17Bmo-J5deUIqH7PcE11Q_XT-zUgAVwZUlNCTGzSXt5pu8kA6GfURqSm5YHfgiPlHf3VmwWKgkgDsZ6hrv9iH2KpGC48JPN3iTdTTVyMa/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675602532680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEFF8PcmxQ4VMkZ5pMaRONd98GGJweUv4Ryp17Bmo-J5deUIqH7PcE11Q_XT-zUgAVwZUlNCTGzSXt5pu8kA6GfURqSm5YHfgiPlHf3VmwWKgkgDsZ6hrv9iH2KpGC48JPN3iTdTTVyMa/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Beginning...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgaXzOJuZxxZizIpUW7-E8n34weNnKxANIHM4KOMRbjPga2kfWrDK9kCagLIILFaLflsJVHiPSDSh0WU26U6oLu4P3wOk8j4sY4li9Y4EElQqz0N5p3xyTvkighs8R_nYluO3ev5wQpJJ/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675589224980514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgaXzOJuZxxZizIpUW7-E8n34weNnKxANIHM4KOMRbjPga2kfWrDK9kCagLIILFaLflsJVHiPSDSh0WU26U6oLu4P3wOk8j4sY4li9Y4EElQqz0N5p3xyTvkighs8R_nYluO3ev5wQpJJ/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sometimes he really likes to work hard...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrK88ZBiDqcStnXN5R4J1Lnj6TnuuWTinLWJioObjkUAqnNZU4hDDEhhj9yn1T7RyV3hnMIATV8rsaCGiog4cDTkaMkECczuku7hqsUIw8ziDFieu7VtASgODzBApiF-RljlH1uIdLDuq/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675201871950498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrK88ZBiDqcStnXN5R4J1Lnj6TnuuWTinLWJioObjkUAqnNZU4hDDEhhj9yn1T7RyV3hnMIATV8rsaCGiog4cDTkaMkECczuku7hqsUIw8ziDFieu7VtASgODzBApiF-RljlH1uIdLDuq/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /></a> And sometimes he really likes me....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPPgJ3t-5EMixFRkrIaDJw4svaRrF45INg0qfd3elODxIQrxJ3HCms_T815MkrCrC5LHGWGVSXSZdUAp5pdL3wO5n4PLm2B6dTrvriokqX33kqtCzlC7ib_mX_5KNIPKXd8HAIICVq0Vl/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675198022062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPPgJ3t-5EMixFRkrIaDJw4svaRrF45INg0qfd3elODxIQrxJ3HCms_T815MkrCrC5LHGWGVSXSZdUAp5pdL3wO5n4PLm2B6dTrvriokqX33kqtCzlC7ib_mX_5KNIPKXd8HAIICVq0Vl/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /></a> I like that his is almost done and mine is still in pieces... I work better under pressure<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVr2zTOS1sQ3x44mLYymmeNWyAWsWJXgtdeDHsIKkIriJrkL5ogJmZZTUfIm9z4hW50NaU1xjBTMaCfjNXk3mWQ1pF0j97wW53Ly8P8mdJcYfDUtlEOOGYPI0q_JCU6ABAF95qndJVWgny/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675191694359874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVr2zTOS1sQ3x44mLYymmeNWyAWsWJXgtdeDHsIKkIriJrkL5ogJmZZTUfIm9z4hW50NaU1xjBTMaCfjNXk3mWQ1pF0j97wW53Ly8P8mdJcYfDUtlEOOGYPI0q_JCU6ABAF95qndJVWgny/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /></a> Apparently this was serious stuff...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SMOQWwe1hNp4hpkU8ko-a5jM3zPMT3-P2s6d1DiIwUP34272X5doyxCQbq9-YbepvkS_srQxs0IsCxAUhht1w2OoADqBda_ndKMuhECt7x2NSyvoiskBF80d3uTP0-pKttaS6uH7J1rF/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675183754272242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SMOQWwe1hNp4hpkU8ko-a5jM3zPMT3-P2s6d1DiIwUP34272X5doyxCQbq9-YbepvkS_srQxs0IsCxAUhht1w2OoADqBda_ndKMuhECt7x2NSyvoiskBF80d3uTP0-pKttaS6uH7J1rF/s320/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /></a>It's actually a lot harder than it looks...(and yes... our Christmas tree is 3-feet tall... sad day)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpsA0NhMmhOLPjtB17dKsSHV9Q39O94Yq_HPl_uXRv2umk0XJvJlPL_IBcLH1jjS2_0aA9fghHoazPaeg8YVAL18zllFameTYT6fYaiIhvZeTdCE9F2JMhMjxoksfH91FJOsQRv42XDar/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675181765588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpsA0NhMmhOLPjtB17dKsSHV9Q39O94Yq_HPl_uXRv2umk0XJvJlPL_IBcLH1jjS2_0aA9fghHoazPaeg8YVAL18zllFameTYT6fYaiIhvZeTdCE9F2JMhMjxoksfH91FJOsQRv42XDar/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /></a> My dad is a general contractor... what can I say....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjp4u299UUg4yJTuFQUx2WXVtJ2osLuGeCXTLih1ZBvfIoclv6ChO4j0PMbtYJ682k69y1MOAdBsU0Uy7WE3zEXCWxhLNeWyo3NzTTjuExpB0zTO2jYBLZ9qs0Xu4yQXasAjB-vPO70mZ/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674350756339874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjp4u299UUg4yJTuFQUx2WXVtJ2osLuGeCXTLih1ZBvfIoclv6ChO4j0PMbtYJ682k69y1MOAdBsU0Uy7WE3zEXCWxhLNeWyo3NzTTjuExpB0zTO2jYBLZ9qs0Xu4yQXasAjB-vPO70mZ/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /></a> Done :)<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHmX0dtaeBTv9XelXdVJiQK0uE4L7Uch7GcRe1ul7-cvMRVNvSxy7MjKQzYHMKWvOaFAtTzLh2E7jCIkamBBX21VmCzhmj4Z2hTOFOHVlxcttoLMYNOnDaHOoO5qP_s3-HZbgVuRVJAC/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674337856785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHmX0dtaeBTv9XelXdVJiQK0uE4L7Uch7GcRe1ul7-cvMRVNvSxy7MjKQzYHMKWvOaFAtTzLh2E7jCIkamBBX21VmCzhmj4Z2hTOFOHVlxcttoLMYNOnDaHOoO5qP_s3-HZbgVuRVJAC/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /></a>Pre-Me knocking it down...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_YlF70FXCgRI37PpPntqp6g620WIx20019gO41WQt0psWrP6cQ7sWHOyrugy0mxZRjpDwcXbu5780Ifr1sJbhHvmkWEqg-hNZo1qiwxAFIwxN3EjJRu_o-E35q_Ce-quIoORn8zQjQ81o/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674329086342018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_YlF70FXCgRI37PpPntqp6g620WIx20019gO41WQt0psWrP6cQ7sWHOyrugy0mxZRjpDwcXbu5780Ifr1sJbhHvmkWEqg-hNZo1qiwxAFIwxN3EjJRu_o-E35q_Ce-quIoORn8zQjQ81o/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /></a> Front Side.... (the door actually opens and closes... and there's a doorbell that makes a sound...okay not really :)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucmGguZqQGfhsTsKpbZaFdfiLJHg-Il31lXCJQEgTk0Vi9j9as_XLJBpotouiLorWP-K_HXIpc0hPrycwLdfkJWvX53S5u-tUIc-uz19t-_piShATpntWwDFMC2QSFSbmXvPAb1C7la_g/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674324730454194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucmGguZqQGfhsTsKpbZaFdfiLJHg-Il31lXCJQEgTk0Vi9j9as_XLJBpotouiLorWP-K_HXIpc0hPrycwLdfkJWvX53S5u-tUIc-uz19t-_piShATpntWwDFMC2QSFSbmXvPAb1C7la_g/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /></a> The walk way....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDYk42HLR0PRa9kdFTHHbZXkPpf9QDxq83R886Eg8oVvZRIkY-UokTATVy2Og_6k5kvBPiXJp-hUwHBlSJ9pcLibmDU8gdGymcCypfj2rWTIZMH_a8U-0HRqHerQo1L2mtbIvgvP_-2qS/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674320059430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDYk42HLR0PRa9kdFTHHbZXkPpf9QDxq83R886Eg8oVvZRIkY-UokTATVy2Og_6k5kvBPiXJp-hUwHBlSJ9pcLibmDU8gdGymcCypfj2rWTIZMH_a8U-0HRqHerQo1L2mtbIvgvP_-2qS/s320/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /></a> He's still working hard....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbf2xXkvROyjSB8K4UUtcaGyQl7QeDC13k_t0Gd7bhGXReKhuvqpOzoiE5-k5FXKpf_xD-NbarniZXbSxoh3YttCQqfIGLR9BOEpcToYSPxnztBeWZnh77ukqhNF0xN-6QjXZKKPTpxUb/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673771404893746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbf2xXkvROyjSB8K4UUtcaGyQl7QeDC13k_t0Gd7bhGXReKhuvqpOzoiE5-k5FXKpf_xD-NbarniZXbSxoh3YttCQqfIGLR9BOEpcToYSPxnztBeWZnh77ukqhNF0xN-6QjXZKKPTpxUb/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back Side...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyjbhKZbQqucjWghZPz4X8w_Vt4G-AY72DcId-6C-7A887XtStxtyS8sAGYBsCfC6Qv6QoMt2H9Qhd_zb-lB4pxHbHieprakzXjnzEf96X4uoPKI4g6TigW8zsY2kXPDtONJhJ6xFwoVY/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673618978094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyjbhKZbQqucjWghZPz4X8w_Vt4G-AY72DcId-6C-7A887XtStxtyS8sAGYBsCfC6Qv6QoMt2H9Qhd_zb-lB4pxHbHieprakzXjnzEf96X4uoPKI4g6TigW8zsY2kXPDtONJhJ6xFwoVY/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /></a> The crack in the side is so you don't have to pay for air conditioning...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbVDUUIcIAG37tU8f9qRKhd3k79-laON_mGCDLVV4SD4fdG5uHOu1BUTIa1w0upSuyGf9XHRwzd_hjheA4imF1Ks9lUpp6SUVy_KKb4LJtbFo_1H8tYLINer9JhcC01nE5xi8Wh8B0_fh/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673460841913442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbVDUUIcIAG37tU8f9qRKhd3k79-laON_mGCDLVV4SD4fdG5uHOu1BUTIa1w0upSuyGf9XHRwzd_hjheA4imF1Ks9lUpp6SUVy_KKb4LJtbFo_1H8tYLINer9JhcC01nE5xi8Wh8B0_fh/s320/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /></a> I broke his roof..... I tried to put the A on it.... it didn't work out so well....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673307916675522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6t5th3xocwZWAl3_uPUc_xAUmNWT3PDySfaHgTiM-nN0gLvQPLpfIFSRZKs1bDROE4eslGt8BbKFcvlqWYazhhtFfeAQm1sWxB-Az99i55_jW60T2W6Dq-3QZQhpZGBZm4JMAWehlczfC/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /> The End....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-fwkVuC9geNKMEbxXs385QkjdEBKXMzHXq8lDGcUu_kBZe6Mjzrfj06n7q-Y27ba4Coq_8dXT09_qpk2A1U2H9jhu3NfauIWURHxjYIISP24r0fX_c96DoKviloU98YnooO0jMW48RA1/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673149832224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-fwkVuC9geNKMEbxXs385QkjdEBKXMzHXq8lDGcUu_kBZe6Mjzrfj06n7q-Y27ba4Coq_8dXT09_qpk2A1U2H9jhu3NfauIWURHxjYIISP24r0fX_c96DoKviloU98YnooO0jMW48RA1/s320/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /></a> The homes we will provide for our kids...I guess shacks are okay too :)<br /><br /><div>We were going to have a little get to gether at our house Friday night.... but Andy found out he had strep and we cancelled. Rather than subject everyone else to the illness....he decided to just expose our baby and me. Good thing I have a superior immune system :)<br /></div><div>So we decided to make gingerbread houses instead--- I can honestly say this is the first one I've ever completed--- last year we did a combined effort and made a garbage dump with a little tractor... this year we tried to be more creative... well... some of us did :)</div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-76063321249488106872008-12-22T09:21:00.005-07:002008-12-22T10:42:58.320-07:00Another Month... Another Pant Size....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgVhDva58toY3kg6RuTSumH3Chv1DujgwICaBv3Wsg1Z0vN-TpkAGbOBR5QJ0mFpL5d7x7xxYD207BmkQdks7mSgjnsN7A5UP7ApDZLTUK0byijHTQ5N-iGqlpkrY3JNRH60zDnrF1V3Y/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282671032082721842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgVhDva58toY3kg6RuTSumH3Chv1DujgwICaBv3Wsg1Z0vN-TpkAGbOBR5QJ0mFpL5d7x7xxYD207BmkQdks7mSgjnsN7A5UP7ApDZLTUK0byijHTQ5N-iGqlpkrY3JNRH60zDnrF1V3Y/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /></a> Andy--- 5 1/2 Months<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iH-nZzWqrlLqcS-NW4BWKZmYxwQJ4zCQPD-6ECFJkZPJ0qE47E8_05mZ9xYi0VCbT7mQYjBKGwK_oz1ljIG2vH4CCmwHnLBL556TFw5VKnwrSDml-Y7UUzQx-3eL8ise1xI8YrHq134t/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282670638189106418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iH-nZzWqrlLqcS-NW4BWKZmYxwQJ4zCQPD-6ECFJkZPJ0qE47E8_05mZ9xYi0VCbT7mQYjBKGwK_oz1ljIG2vH4CCmwHnLBL556TFw5VKnwrSDml-Y7UUzQx-3eL8ise1xI8YrHq134t/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /></a> Steph- 5 1/2 Months<br /><br /><div>Actually not really, on account that I wont go buy more pants just yet. I like the whole not buttoning or zipping of the ones I currently own--- especially now that I can play a really fun game with my coworkers (they just don't know it). It's called "Will they or won't they get flashed today?" It's actually quite fun and requires a lot of skill and concentration, especially when walking. I always did like to multi-task.<br /></div><div>But yes-- it has been a month (and a half) since we last posted a blog-- and while I haven't been nagged, I thought I should be more proactive... consider it my pre-New Year's resolution (which is nice because it expires on New Year's Day). Technically we are six months tomorrow, but the pictures are from five and a half months--- so if you're curious to know what six months looks like.... add another chin, and make the screen on your computer a little wider. Okay- so maybe it's not that bad.. but sometimes it feels like it! </div><br /><div>This last month has again, flown by. Andy was buys with finals last week, and did incredibly well in all of his classes. He definitely doesn't give himself the credit he deserves-- the man is a secret genius! We also registered for the little one last week-- we have an upcoming baby shower.. actually two... and it was interesting to learn that we were both highly opinionated when it came to how she would be dressed and what she would sleep in. My thought was--- if she's half me (and she is... refer to the roundhouse kicking in the post below)--- she's not going to want a lot of pink. Forgive me for thinking she (like me) doesn't want to be dressed like or put in a room that could be used on the set of a pepto-bismol commercial. Andy however, thinks that little girls are supposed to be pink... so after a little discussion-- we decided we could combine colors. So I'm going to go ahead and get the green and brown bed set--- and put a little pink sticker on her crib and call it good. Best of both worlds. And now you know how our marriage works :)</div><br /><div>This week we're trying to get last minute Christmas things put together before the actual Christmas day. We're both working the next couple of days---and then we head out to his parents house on Christmas night--- it's nice because we will be able to spend our first Christmas morning (and last one alone) together. </div><br /><div>Other than that.... it's been pretty routine.... we're focusing a lot more on Christmas festivities-- and it's definitely put us in the Christmas spirit... refer to the blog above for one example :)</div></div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-62052263747442124722008-11-13T09:59:00.004-07:002008-11-13T10:34:12.864-07:00Ever Expanding Everything!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnndJeWZhkCd9LgAdSf8_ThGiZJ_lrcvMbK7QkqDFLpsEmBfrkL3VTKbdEvF4LHvG_0LweD9jwidvTIPE9FdxQpEOdfC3PSmAg3A8_lJzWe7oZzIX5JmAuQ-KjrbZRhzHZ6N0yZ82qhsh/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268196309064656546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnndJeWZhkCd9LgAdSf8_ThGiZJ_lrcvMbK7QkqDFLpsEmBfrkL3VTKbdEvF4LHvG_0LweD9jwidvTIPE9FdxQpEOdfC3PSmAg3A8_lJzWe7oZzIX5JmAuQ-KjrbZRhzHZ6N0yZ82qhsh/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /></a> Andy's Side Profile at 4 1/2 Months<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOoeBoeaEiWYc0qDG-QHkCnaiX42hXQ_c7XO7e_FJVAAgtl68x0KwHMh18HCYF5T1Go7_tvrC71CJddZ3QCS6Np4-HBGXObi-NY_GXnXL_aqXf4-eLCWh3l-Hzjv2m3I6bWFycDelcbG-/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268196149655586034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOoeBoeaEiWYc0qDG-QHkCnaiX42hXQ_c7XO7e_FJVAAgtl68x0KwHMh18HCYF5T1Go7_tvrC71CJddZ3QCS6Np4-HBGXObi-NY_GXnXL_aqXf4-eLCWh3l-Hzjv2m3I6bWFycDelcbG-/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Side Profile at 4 1/2 Months</div><div align="center"><br />I am officially half-way through my pregnancy(okay well now I'm two days past the half-way mark... and if you consider that the Ultra-Sound Tech said we should move up my due date a week because of how large the baby is measuring... emphasis on baby not me...even though I am...technically I could be a week and two days past the half-way mark)!<br />I can't believe how fast the weeks are flying by now. The first three months seemed to drag on, and now every week seems to fly. I don't really know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'll take it! So with that being said, and after a lot of, not necessarily nagging, but encouragement from my friend Elise, I decided to update and let the world know (or at least a select few in the world unless there are others who I don't know that are looking at my blog...your lives must be exciting if you feel the need to read this)-- that the baby and I are growing along just fine. Except that leaves me not looking fine... but it's for a good cause.<br />We also found out last Tuesday that we are having a baby girl-- and could not be more excited! She moves a ton, and Andy has already felt her... it is probably one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced, and it's fun knowing she's there, especially when she round-house kicks me in the middle of Relief Society. So what if people in my new ward think I have involuntary spasms... I'll take any sympathy I can get :)<br />The majority of our time is spent thinking and talking and planning for when she arrives, so we continue to work and go to school... and I still spend money... now it's just on her. We are getting excited for Thanksgiving as well--- I fly out in a week from Saturday and Andy flies out the following Monday to spend it with my family. It's been about six months since I've seen some of my family members and with a new niece that I get to meet--- I'm really looking forward to this trip (let's face it... I'm also looking forward to not working and all the food that will be consumed... making me less fine... and helping the "Expansion Project".... multi-tasking was always one of my stronger suits!) </div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-47969959468797803692008-09-16T10:04:00.003-06:002008-09-16T10:19:28.948-06:00Sleepless Nights...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3L1nEOQWFZYlChLWkWozJhiHd8buNhl-oUqubdyLWkpwPkakEFyWYpZ2R-MJZx0ZH8DjJoDHA50yrBPPG00_oHum6-9lFyiDh_MDIDXpnbgijIbRV53McMesb7_bpjKB-1HtCVqBtszr/s1600-h/Dating+Pics+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246654396846951490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3L1nEOQWFZYlChLWkWozJhiHd8buNhl-oUqubdyLWkpwPkakEFyWYpZ2R-MJZx0ZH8DjJoDHA50yrBPPG00_oHum6-9lFyiDh_MDIDXpnbgijIbRV53McMesb7_bpjKB-1HtCVqBtszr/s320/Dating+Pics+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> We sort of fit like this is, in the old bed....<br /><br /><br /><div>So, I'm officially three months along, and loving the wonder that is my body. Okay not so much. I understand there are certain adjustments to be made when a baby comes... but six months in advance?! This certain adjustment happens to be sleep, or the lack thereof. I was never a boy scout, so I don't understand the whole "Be Prepared" thing, but I feel that it was not in reference to pregnant mothers being prepared to not get sleep six months before the baby comes. Then again, as I said before, I never was a boy scout...so who knows!<br />We finally got a new mattress...which we thought may help remedy the problem (our last one was big enough for one person...but we managed to squeeze two onto it...we could only handle so many elbows to the eyes before we decided to do something about it)...but last night, was another sleepless night, and Andy found me in the comforts of the old, teeny bed this morning when he got up. Apparently we didn't need a bigger bed...we just needed a separate bed :) I was informed however, that will not be happening again. He really does love me!</div>Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679847132589420480.post-6204369279848661112008-06-17T12:39:00.003-06:002008-06-17T12:41:28.994-06:00Three months and going strong...er than Sarah and Jason :) So sometimes people celebrate the same event in different ways: Example: we just celebrated our three month anniversary on Sunday... one of the better days of my life. My friend Sarah just celebrated her three month anniversary on Saturday.... one of the not so better days of her life.... hmmm....weird.Andy and Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01516487755866583677noreply@blogger.com0