<?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-5030755028930738613</id><updated>2011-09-08T15:37:10.530-07:00</updated><category term='BodyWorlds 3 at The Leonardo'/><title type='text'>We Love To Laugh!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-2716768688975822718</id><published>2011-03-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:30:44.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Twins</title><content type='html'>I recently received my "Christmas bonus".&amp;nbsp; Recent as in maybe two Friday's ago.&amp;nbsp; My company does that in order to make sure of our profits in the four quarter of the year.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to pay bills will all the money so we could be that much closer to being out of debt.&amp;nbsp; But Rob wanted me to at least spend a little on myself.&amp;nbsp; He told me I deserved it and that a bonus shouldn't just go to bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Rob and I went to our new favorite place for dinner.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't tried Zupas yet, you are missing out!&amp;nbsp; It is awesome.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, Rob needed to get some supplies for his fish and Petco was across the parking lot from Zupas.&amp;nbsp; So after dinner we headed in there.&amp;nbsp; While he was looking for fish stuff, I started looking around trying to entertain myself.&amp;nbsp; I have wanted guinea pigs for about 6 months now.&amp;nbsp; Well, Petco had two guinea pigs up for adoption which were only $10!&amp;nbsp; The guinea pigs for sale were $35.&amp;nbsp; I asked one of the worker what the difference between "adopting" and "buying" the guinea pigs were.&amp;nbsp; She told me when you adopt then you get to take the animal home.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if you got to take the animal home if you bought it or if you had to buy it but leave it in the store.&amp;nbsp; She had a real cofusing look on her face.&amp;nbsp; She told me you could take any animal home you bought.&amp;nbsp; So I asked again what the difference between "adopting" and "buying" an animal was.&amp;nbsp; She finally made sense by telling me the "adopted" animals were previously owned.&amp;nbsp; The guinea pigs for sale were about 6 months old.&amp;nbsp; The ones for adoption were 9 months old.&amp;nbsp; That isn't a big enough difference for me to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked it over with Rob and he told me I should get them with my bonus money.&amp;nbsp; So I did just that.&amp;nbsp; I bought two guinea pigs.&amp;nbsp; I actually was only going to buy one but the guy at the store told me they were twins who had been together since birth.&amp;nbsp; Rob told me I should just get both.&amp;nbsp; What's one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHZKnyetPhw/TXbhNJJXa7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/E3hOW7xJmtQ/s1600/IMG_3101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHZKnyetPhw/TXbhNJJXa7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/E3hOW7xJmtQ/s320/IMG_3101.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a lot of thought and suggestions from people on Facebook I decided their names are Miss Piggy and Barbie Q.&amp;nbsp; The guinea pig on the left with the pink ear is Miss Piggy and the one on the right is Barbie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6s2oukkiVJ4/TXbiAqqqjhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BqBDMRwQZNA/s1600/IMG_3303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6s2oukkiVJ4/TXbiAqqqjhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BqBDMRwQZNA/s320/IMG_3303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Piggy's close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Oi3BLAw5owY/TXbiXvNY1kI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8ClTNqXJdbk/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Oi3BLAw5owY/TXbiXvNY1kI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8ClTNqXJdbk/s320/IMG_3115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Barbie Q's close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they so cute!&amp;nbsp; Guinea pigs are supposed to be the cleanest out of the rodent family.&amp;nbsp; They are still dirty pets.&amp;nbsp; Way more dirty then the two dogs we have.&amp;nbsp; But the dirt is all contained in one cage so it really isn't that bad.&amp;nbsp; Rob says we can be considered a farm now.&amp;nbsp; With two dogs, two guinea pigs and a fish, he might be right.&amp;nbsp; However, I think if we had more property we would own more animals.&amp;nbsp; Rob and I love animals.&amp;nbsp; I love these girls already and I have only had them a few days.&amp;nbsp; Our dogs aren't quite sure what to think about these two yet.&amp;nbsp; Cody mostly just ignores them.&amp;nbsp; Maggie goes between being concerned at what they are and wanting to play with them.&amp;nbsp; I might let her play with them if I didn't see how she "played" with the bugs she found last year.&amp;nbsp; She plays with them til they stop moving and then decides the bug is boring and moves onto the next shiny thing.&amp;nbsp; So she won't be playing with the twins anytime soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love to watch them eat and drink.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why it fascinates me but it does.&amp;nbsp; I think it is just so cute!&amp;nbsp; You can hear them squeak in this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c2ab44fc39f9569" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c2ab44fc39f9569%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D196F9279C1A9A4DE30CD6643BE39A8C71BC0D180.847FFD99FEEBB3F5C66FFEBAB0E30DBB75303624%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c2ab44fc39f9569%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlHGCaSEgITWZi90PqtX19p-WZw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c2ab44fc39f9569%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D196F9279C1A9A4DE30CD6643BE39A8C71BC0D180.847FFD99FEEBB3F5C66FFEBAB0E30DBB75303624%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c2ab44fc39f9569%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlHGCaSEgITWZi90PqtX19p-WZw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I think it will be fun to have these.&amp;nbsp; I think my brothers had hamsters once but I never remember having a pet of my own as a kid.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why I want pets now.&amp;nbsp; Who knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! P.S. You are welcome to come and visit our animals anytime.&amp;nbsp; Just call Rob and I and let us know you're coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5030755028930738613-2716768688975822718?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/2716768688975822718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2716768688975822718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2716768688975822718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-twins.html' title='Meet the Twins'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHZKnyetPhw/TXbhNJJXa7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/E3hOW7xJmtQ/s72-c/IMG_3101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5461020745717982275</id><published>2011-03-08T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:55:30.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up Hamburger</title><content type='html'>Rob makes me laugh all the time!&amp;nbsp; I made hamburgers for dinner one night last week.&amp;nbsp; As Rob was finishing the assembly of his hamburgers he noticed something strange about them.&amp;nbsp; One of his hamburgers just had the tops of the bun for both sides of the burger and the other hamburger had just the bottoms of the bun for both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W1vLfsdwbRs/TXbdkvYFA8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/TNOS_nU_fUY/s1600/IMG_3081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W1vLfsdwbRs/TXbdkvYFA8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/TNOS_nU_fUY/s200/IMG_3081.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ySOjVkRyjeA/TXbdZZIkiVI/AAAAAAAAANw/Pnrdddqq32A/s1600/IMG_3079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ySOjVkRyjeA/TXbdZZIkiVI/AAAAAAAAANw/Pnrdddqq32A/s200/IMG_3079.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure they still tasted the same... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5461020745717982275?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5461020745717982275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/mixed-up-hamburger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5461020745717982275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5461020745717982275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/mixed-up-hamburger.html' title='Mixed Up Hamburger'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W1vLfsdwbRs/TXbdkvYFA8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/TNOS_nU_fUY/s72-c/IMG_3081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5318717469631152994</id><published>2011-03-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:46:29.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Droppings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have the WORST luck!&amp;nbsp; It was a night Sunday afternoon. A bit chilly but still nice.&amp;nbsp; Rob and I were on our way to have dinner at his parents house when we say one of my friends from the ward visiting with the neighbors.&amp;nbsp; We pulled over to the side of the road to chat with my friend for a bit.&amp;nbsp; We were getting ready to leave and I felt something hit my arm but I didn't think anything of it.&amp;nbsp; As we were pulling away I looked down at my sleeve and was very grossed out by what I discovered to be the thing that hit my arm no more than five minutes earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piYn6QajfDY/TXbazX7oqDI/AAAAAAAAANs/TlUcCyuu1DY/s1600/IMG00210-20110213-1742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piYn6QajfDY/TXbazX7oqDI/AAAAAAAAANs/TlUcCyuu1DY/s320/IMG00210-20110213-1742.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was sitting in our car with the window rolled down.&amp;nbsp; This bird must have been really talented to get me on an arm that was inside the car with me!&amp;nbsp; The worst part about this is I am already paranoid I am going to be pooped on by a bird.&amp;nbsp; I was pooped on once before when paddle boating with my sister and her husband in San Francisco.&amp;nbsp; Then, just when I let my guard down, it happens!&amp;nbsp; Again!!&amp;nbsp; I may never leave my house again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5318717469631152994?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5318717469631152994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/bird-droppings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5318717469631152994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5318717469631152994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/03/bird-droppings.html' title='Bird Droppings'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piYn6QajfDY/TXbazX7oqDI/AAAAAAAAANs/TlUcCyuu1DY/s72-c/IMG00210-20110213-1742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5473143932612172581</id><published>2011-01-16T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:56:18.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TTNwu-s_wSI/AAAAAAAAANg/GbAABdcqFzU/s1600/IMG_2899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TTNwu-s_wSI/AAAAAAAAANg/GbAABdcqFzU/s200/IMG_2899.JPG" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since our last fish died over five years ago, Rob has wanted to get more fish.  So this year I bought him some fish for his birthday.  You can't totally see the fish tank but I think it looks classy.  It isn't very big and fits nicely on our kitchen counter.  I fish I got him are called "Mickey Mouse" fish.  If you look really close at the fish's tail, you can see Mickey Mouse's face and ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TTNxJCw0kxI/AAAAAAAAANk/Bsw2A-wo9YE/s1600/IMG_2892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TTNxJCw0kxI/AAAAAAAAANk/Bsw2A-wo9YE/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Rob LOVES Mickey Mouse, I knew this was the perfect fish for him.  We have two. They are appropriately named Mickey and Minnie.  Who knows what gender they really are but that doesn't really matter to us.  Three weeks after getting Mickey and Minnie Rob wanted to get some algae eating fish.  So we went and got two more small fish.  Rob has since named them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tweetle&lt;/span&gt;-Dee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tweetle&lt;/span&gt;-Dumb!  I think Rob is really happy he has fish again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5473143932612172581?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5473143932612172581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5473143932612172581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5473143932612172581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TTNwu-s_wSI/AAAAAAAAANg/GbAABdcqFzU/s72-c/IMG_2899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-2434922389330416842</id><published>2010-12-11T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:21:03.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Earlier this year I told Rob I didn't want to do a Christmas tree this year because we are remodeling our basement and everything from down there is upstairs. &amp;nbsp;I already feel like it's too crowded upstairs. &amp;nbsp;However, once I saw all the other Christmas trees going up and started to get into the Christmas spirit I decided we should do a "small" tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;We have been getting a live tree for the past three or so years and I love the tradition. &amp;nbsp;Once we got to the tree place, we ended up with a bigger tree then I had imagined. &amp;nbsp;However, it fits ok in our front room. &amp;nbsp;So I guess it all worked out. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to share our tree with you for those who will not have a chance to see it in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQuTGrC4qI/AAAAAAAAANA/G-817r1jNdo/s1600/IMG_2615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQuTGrC4qI/AAAAAAAAANA/G-817r1jNdo/s320/IMG_2615.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;The girls camp theme for this past summer was Christmas so I made stockings for all the girls with their names on them. &amp;nbsp;As well as making stockings for the leaders who came to camp. &amp;nbsp;I had a couple of extras so I decided to make Rob one for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;They don't really match each other, and they aren't the ones I would pick, but I think they turned out good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQvBfCcQNI/AAAAAAAAANE/lZEBDXyPPic/s1600/IMG_2605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQvBfCcQNI/AAAAAAAAANE/lZEBDXyPPic/s320/IMG_2605.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQvHBvSA8I/AAAAAAAAANI/0II6rOidwZ8/s1600/IMG_2610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQvHBvSA8I/AAAAAAAAANI/0II6rOidwZ8/s320/IMG_2610.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;I also thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite ornaments with you this year! &amp;nbsp;Rob and I buy each other an ornament every year and I think it's a fun tradition. &amp;nbsp;Some of the ornaments are a bit crazy but I think it just shows our personality and what we think the other person would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQv2DBSyjI/AAAAAAAAANM/bcfJ-wIOB3w/s1600/IMG_2627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQv2DBSyjI/AAAAAAAAANM/bcfJ-wIOB3w/s200/IMG_2627.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQv9-trYAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eBco6e1XeWg/s1600/IMG_2628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQv9-trYAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eBco6e1XeWg/s200/IMG_2628.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQwLuCglII/AAAAAAAAANY/L5xhxQ4R_2A/s1600/IMG_2631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQwLuCglII/AAAAAAAAANY/L5xhxQ4R_2A/s200/IMG_2631.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;My grandmother gave me the grandma making cookies years ago. &amp;nbsp;She passed away and when I pulled this ornament out it made me miss her. &amp;nbsp;She was the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone! &amp;nbsp;Enjoy the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/5030755028930738613-2434922389330416842?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/2434922389330416842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2434922389330416842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2434922389330416842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree-oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TQQuTGrC4qI/AAAAAAAAANA/G-817r1jNdo/s72-c/IMG_2615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-35012954398919371</id><published>2010-12-01T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:45:21.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard &amp; Rosann's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbsycolFXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q8cJTXq3ZUo/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbsycolFXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q8cJTXq3ZUo/s200/IMG_1782.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a happy fall day when I found out my oldest brother was getting married! &amp;nbsp;Rosann fits right into the craziness of the Miller family. &amp;nbsp;I think they are a great couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb4cl6CksI/AAAAAAAAAMc/J6zC9RjLwkE/s1600/DSCN3054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb4cl6CksI/AAAAAAAAAMc/J6zC9RjLwkE/s320/DSCN3054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I have to begin by saying I love my husband! &amp;nbsp;However, sometimes we don't communicate very well. &amp;nbsp;Which I think is the case in most marriages. &amp;nbsp;I wish Richard and Rosann all the luck in the world. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, Rob had to work the morning of the wedding so he missed the wedding ceremony. &amp;nbsp;We previously decided he would just meet us down at the temple after the ceremony for pictures. &amp;nbsp;We got out of the ceremony and I was texting Rob asking him where he is. &amp;nbsp;After about 20 minutes of going back and forth asking each other where the other one was I had a crazy thought that maybe Rob went to the wrong temple. &amp;nbsp;And sure enough, he traveled to the Bountiful temple via the Salt Lake temple from Layton. &amp;nbsp;For those of you who do not live in Utah, you pass Bountiful on your way to Salt Lake from Layton. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize until it was too late that I had not communicated where the ceremony was going to be well enough. &amp;nbsp;Or the fact that the invitation was on the front of the fridge. &amp;nbsp;Rob didn't make it for family pictures but he was there the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;He got some great pictures though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbvqbsibGI/AAAAAAAAALU/1zXBw4XSjY4/s1600/IMG_1804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbvqbsibGI/AAAAAAAAALU/1zXBw4XSjY4/s200/IMG_1804.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this would be a fun picture to include. &amp;nbsp;The photographer always make you do crazy things on your wedding day. &amp;nbsp;But it's fun to see the pictures later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom wanted me to take pictures of all the families at the wedding. &amp;nbsp;I think the pictures turned out pretty well for being amateur!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbz5d5CQfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1oBqIETkUPY/s1600/IMG_1869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbz5d5CQfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1oBqIETkUPY/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Steve's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbwPKJQEuI/AAAAAAAAALc/gUYMpxLQYzY/s1600/IMG_1866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbwPKJQEuI/AAAAAAAAALc/gUYMpxLQYzY/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron's Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbww4EvVFI/AAAAAAAAALg/hKnhmC0iEac/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbww4EvVFI/AAAAAAAAALg/hKnhmC0iEac/s200/IMG_1950.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rob and I (and David). &amp;nbsp;We didn't realize he had jumped in the picture until after it was taken. &amp;nbsp;I seriously love digital cameras. &amp;nbsp;I love how you can look at the pictures instantly and take another one if you have unexpected people in the background of your pictures. &amp;nbsp;While my brother Steve was taking this picture his oldest son Miles said to me, "Aunt Richelle, I just have one question for you." I said, "OK. What is it?" &amp;nbsp;Miles said "When are you going to have kids?" &amp;nbsp;It seems we get asked this question a lot at family get togethers. &amp;nbsp;And it isn't usually the adults. &amp;nbsp;It's more the kids. &amp;nbsp;A week after we were married my sister's oldest son Jennings asked us when we were going to have kids because he wanted to babysit. &amp;nbsp;I wish I had a better answer for everyone, but we really don't know. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb2rJOjdOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MkJNrhMO1R4/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb2rJOjdOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MkJNrhMO1R4/s200/IMG_2311.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all I thought it was a successful day. &amp;nbsp;The wedding luncheon was the best I have ever had! &amp;nbsp;I was glad they didn't serve chicken cordon bleu for once! &amp;nbsp;And then they had the best soups for the refreshment at the reception. &amp;nbsp;If I had another reception, I would totally serve soup. &amp;nbsp;Who says you have to stick with the cookies or cakes. &amp;nbsp;I thought the soup idea was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb3hrRNLXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y-AzhpX6FGQ/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPb3hrRNLXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y-AzhpX6FGQ/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We said farewell to Richard and Rosann. &amp;nbsp;And yes, that is a corn husk on the antenna. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's against the law to put anything behind the vehicle now. &amp;nbsp;Something about a danger hazard. &amp;nbsp;Whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5030755028930738613-35012954398919371?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/35012954398919371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/richard-rosanns-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/35012954398919371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/35012954398919371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/richard-rosanns-wedding.html' title='Richard &amp; Rosann&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbsycolFXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q8cJTXq3ZUo/s72-c/IMG_1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7281058062030632767</id><published>2010-12-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:44:45.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Richard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think my favorite uncle has always been my dad's brother Richard. &amp;nbsp;My mom's brothers and brother-in-laws tried to play with me, but they ended up scaring me most of the time. &amp;nbsp;So I never really liked them. &amp;nbsp;They are less scary now but I think Richard is still my favorite. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is because my uncle Richard has a daughter close to me age. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe it's because he always seems to truly care about what is going on in my life. &amp;nbsp;Who knows. &amp;nbsp;Anytime we get together I take pictures of the brother's. &amp;nbsp;I think they look a lot alike and have the same great big smile! &amp;nbsp;They sure do have a lot of fun stories to re-tell every time we get together. &amp;nbsp;It's a lot of fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbq3LCENBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rKCV3flzYtg/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbq3LCENBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rKCV3flzYtg/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-7281058062030632767?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7281058062030632767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncle-richard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7281058062030632767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7281058062030632767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncle-richard.html' title='Uncle Richard'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TPbq3LCENBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rKCV3flzYtg/s72-c/IMG_1762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8833481988582379937</id><published>2010-11-18T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:28:04.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXuKJg2foI/AAAAAAAAALI/bgJVpySb0KU/s1600/IMG_2337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXuKJg2foI/AAAAAAAAALI/bgJVpySb0KU/s200/IMG_2337.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Hobo Std'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;Maggie often waits for Rob to get home by waiting by the front door. &amp;nbsp;I think it's super cute! &amp;nbsp;She loves Rob. &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine our house without her.&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/5030755028930738613-8833481988582379937?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8833481988582379937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting-for-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8833481988582379937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8833481988582379937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting-for-daddy.html' title='Waiting For Daddy'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXuKJg2foI/AAAAAAAAALI/bgJVpySb0KU/s72-c/IMG_2337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-1457089256982280446</id><published>2010-11-18T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:24:26.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Donuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXtOE-6EkI/AAAAAAAAALA/mQylHmRn3Q0/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXtOE-6EkI/AAAAAAAAALA/mQylHmRn3Q0/s200/IMG_2345.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;One of the benefits of being married to Rob is he can make almost anything my heart desires. &amp;nbsp;The bad thing is Rob makes it so good I want to eat the whole batch. &amp;nbsp;Last Sunday he made homemade donuts. &amp;nbsp;They don't look like the store bought donuts, but they tasted awesome! &amp;nbsp;My mouth is watering just looking back and these pictures. &amp;nbsp;I bet you're getting hungry from Rob's homemade donuts. &amp;nbsp;Aren't ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXtV-QBRHI/AAAAAAAAALE/hbFph1s0sfw/s1600/IMG_2340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXtV-QBRHI/AAAAAAAAALE/hbFph1s0sfw/s200/IMG_2340.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-1457089256982280446?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/1457089256982280446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemade-donuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1457089256982280446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1457089256982280446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemade-donuts.html' title='Homemade Donuts!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXtOE-6EkI/AAAAAAAAALA/mQylHmRn3Q0/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-1323091135552620508</id><published>2010-11-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:16:32.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXrzDqCfiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kLPopT4JlIE/s1600/VSCN3007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXrzDqCfiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kLPopT4JlIE/s200/VSCN3007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;I was really bummed about having to throw out most of our food storage after it was exposed to high volumes of mold. &amp;nbsp;So I promised myself I would immediately start to replenish our supply. &amp;nbsp;In August Rob's buddy from high school had connections to get 40 lb boxes of apples for $10! &amp;nbsp;We jumped at the chance. &amp;nbsp;We then canned for the next two weeks or so. &amp;nbsp;I am just now starting to even look at apples again. &amp;nbsp;Haha! &amp;nbsp;This was a major blessing. &amp;nbsp;Last year Rob's mom helped us make apple pie filling that was awesome. &amp;nbsp;We wanted to do that again this year. &amp;nbsp;However, we added cranberries to the recipe. &amp;nbsp;You have to understand that Rob is an amazing cook and often likes to add things to an existing recipe. &amp;nbsp;Which usually works out more amazing than the original! &amp;nbsp;This was no exception. &amp;nbsp;The pie filling is amazing! &amp;nbsp;We haven't actually made pie yet but it is super yummy on oatmeal waffles! &amp;nbsp;Mmmm I need to make some oatmeal waffles now. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I can't remember how many cans we filled but our food storage supply is slowing building back up. &amp;nbsp;It feels good to be prepared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXr895dDMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/45UNkL73bxM/s1600/DSCN2994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXr895dDMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/45UNkL73bxM/s200/DSCN2994.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-1323091135552620508?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/1323091135552620508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/canning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1323091135552620508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1323091135552620508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/canning.html' title='Canning'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TOXrzDqCfiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kLPopT4JlIE/s72-c/VSCN3007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8698301367969679313</id><published>2010-11-08T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:27:49.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed Candy Cane Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TNiZ0JCQyRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w8Jlaq17rvg/s1600/71915684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TNiZ0JCQyRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w8Jlaq17rvg/s200/71915684.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Marker Felt'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Today I saw a little girl go up to a plastic candy cane decoration and lick her hand then touch the plastic candy cane then lick her hand again. Her face said she didn't get the flavor she was expecting. After looking around to make sure her mom wasn't looking she licked the candy cane directly. Her face was priceless.  I could hear her thinking, "Icky! That doesn't taste like a candy cane!" It was hard not to laugh out loud!&lt;/span&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/5030755028930738613-8698301367969679313?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8698301367969679313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/disappointed-candy-cane-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8698301367969679313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8698301367969679313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/11/disappointed-candy-cane-lover.html' title='Disappointed Candy Cane Lover'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TNiZ0JCQyRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/w8Jlaq17rvg/s72-c/71915684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-3723229007721043256</id><published>2010-09-26T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:58:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller Family Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_THth10xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WgmgfW1pGOI/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_THth10xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WgmgfW1pGOI/s200/IMG_1080.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;My (Richelle's) family has a tradition of going on a reunion every other year. Each time a different sibling is in charge.  It was our turn this year.  We think it turned out well.  Usually our family reunions are jam packed with things to do and places to see.  This year Rob requested that we not plan a whole lot to let it be more relaxing.  I think we will the same every time it is our turn to plan.  It was a relaxing trip as I think camping should be.  We went to Rockport State Park, which is just outside of Park City, UT.  Rob and I go up there at least once a year to camp.  It is beautiful up there!  The past few times I have scheduled a weekend trip is has rained!  The week before the reunion I was stressed that it would rain the whole time we were up there.  The forecast predicted rain.  What do we do?  Luckily we didn't get rained on at all!  When it was over and we were driving home it began to pour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_T7KyteOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EFmIqX_WfK0/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_T7KyteOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EFmIqX_WfK0/s200/IMG_1159.jpg" style="height: 194px; width: 140px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_Tnt4EzHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lhGLWZRbVRU/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_Tnt4EzHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lhGLWZRbVRU/s200/IMG_1208.JPG" style="height: 141px; width: 185px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_Tnt4EzHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lhGLWZRbVRU/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;I am impressed with how great all the cousins get along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_T7KyteOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EFmIqX_WfK0/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;They will not see  each other for 6 months but when they get together they will play until  dinner.  You also have to know all the original Miller siblings love to  act crazy and their kids love to act crazy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_U5t3dRxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nlsBRCTNR2c/s1600/IMG_1168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_U5t3dRxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nlsBRCTNR2c/s200/IMG_1168.jpg" style="height: 260px; width: 195px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;To prove the original Miller kids like to act crazy, I dressed up in my  hoola skirt for the luau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WLxktJZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LixqbS-Ecy4/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WLxktJZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LixqbS-Ecy4/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;Now if you are wondering where we get out craziness from, you should check out this picture Rob took of my mother!  I think my mom is hilarious!  And it isn't that she is trying to be either.  They things she does just make me laugh!  I know she will kill me for posting this but I think the grand kids need to see how crazy grandma can act!  They already know grandpa can act crazy!  Love you mom!  Love you dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_XrK7MDAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tN-Vk_2R0ik/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_XrK7MDAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tN-Vk_2R0ik/s200/IMG_1222.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;The family decided to go hiking.  It wasn't a very big hike.  I think it was just right for all the little ones that came along.  We saw a lizard on our hike.  I remember catching lizards as a kid all the time but I'm not sure I'd like to hold one now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_XiDGHIPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XlYKqshXRbU/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_XiDGHIPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XlYKqshXRbU/s200/IMG_1220.JPG" style="height: 166px; width: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;And no... this is not an invitation for any of my brother's or nephews to bring me a lizard at the next reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WiqHG6ZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YN4KHtl6R5k/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WiqHG6ZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YN4KHtl6R5k/s200/IMG_1244.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;We also went swimming in the lake a few times.  Charly, Scott and Cydni found this huge log that they carried all the way from the camp site to the beach!  You wouldn't believe how hard it was to stay on that thing.  It really couldn't hold more than 5 people at a time.  Once the 6th person tried to get on, it would tip everyone over.  It was a work out!  I am so glad they found that log.  It was tons of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_ZGHLIk9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/UpvbuLd04wY/s1600/IMG_1174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_ZGHLIk9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/UpvbuLd04wY/s200/IMG_1174.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;Rob and I bought each other a Camp Chief for our anniversary!  We bought it a month earlier.  We decided it would be fun to cook dinner for the family.  I thought the dinner was awesome and there wasn't much left so I get the feeling my family thought dinner was awesome too.  It was easier than expected to cook for everyone!  I love the Camp Chief.  We have since canned on it and it sure saves time.  It also doesn't get the house hot in the summer so that is a bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_ZUMQ5BqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aHuT5Jhs3qQ/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_ZUMQ5BqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aHuT5Jhs3qQ/s200/IMG_1173.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;Rob and Richelle cooking dinner, acting crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WomyCDCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v20PrXPyHLw/s1600/IMG_1286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WomyCDCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v20PrXPyHLw/s200/IMG_1286.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_Wtt7xukI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hi-0poCqh9c/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_Wtt7xukI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hi-0poCqh9c/s200/IMG_1287.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;We got a change to sit around the camp fire and roast marshmallows.  We usually like to roast Startburst too (something I picked up at girls camp as a leader) but I totally forgot I had them so there was no Starburst roasting this year!  Total bummer!  Rob and I found the coolest marshmallows ever this year!  I couldn't believe how big they were.  Charly is putting one on her roasting stick now.  It was HUGE!  They were too big for the roasting sticks a couple of times. We lost a few to the fire.  Luckily we had enough to go around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;Our youngest camper award goes to Laina!  She is so cute!  She was a really good camper.  There have been camping trips that the babies of the family just were not happy but Laina was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WxNLi2cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-EBfEz95EME/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_WxNLi2cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-EBfEz95EME/s200/IMG_1297.JPG" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura;"&gt;All in all I think it was a fun and relaxing reunion!  I love my family!  It's so fun to see all the out-of-towners as well as those who may not live far from you but that you haven't seen in awhile.  There are so many different personalities but when we get together we can have a lot of fun! Thanks for a successful reunion everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5030755028930738613-3723229007721043256?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/3723229007721043256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/09/miller-family-reunion-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3723229007721043256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3723229007721043256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2010/09/miller-family-reunion-2010.html' title='Miller Family Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/TJ_THth10xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WgmgfW1pGOI/s72-c/IMG_1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-3580737018964508454</id><published>2009-10-22T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:24:17.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD2WPv750I/AAAAAAAAAHw/NckOYPbKI3E/s1600-h/IMG00067-20090703-1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD2WPv750I/AAAAAAAAAHw/NckOYPbKI3E/s320/IMG00067-20090703-1808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395583215634999106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned before, Rob and I decided to buy another vehicle.  We always thought the Honda Element was UGLY!  So ugly.  But we just happened to start looking into them.  After test driving it we loved it!  We really wanted an orange or green one but only black was offered in our price range.  They don't seem so ugly anymore.  And I can tell you after a summer full of camping trips and long drives in the canyon, we LOVE this car.  It fits everything we ever need, including the kitchen sink!  I think we are going to be very happy with this purchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-3580737018964508454?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/3580737018964508454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/toaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3580737018964508454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3580737018964508454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/toaster.html' title='The Toaster'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD2WPv750I/AAAAAAAAAHw/NckOYPbKI3E/s72-c/IMG00067-20090703-1808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-3151911955354826898</id><published>2009-10-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:17:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Honda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD0Q_J9x_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/80fD0TZooLc/s1600-h/IMG00053-20090630-1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD0Q_J9x_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/80fD0TZooLc/s320/IMG00053-20090630-1725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395580926258169842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob and I decided we needed a second car.  While looking for a car to buy we saw this old Honda in the showroom at a dealership.  Rob laughed because he said his dad drove one just like this one when he was younger.  I think that color is horrible.  How funny the dealership would put that on display in their show room.  It's crazy how old things can be so entertaining.  While Rob and I were in Louisiana we loved going to the antique shops.  They have way better antiques there than can be found in Utah!  I remember being floored by the prices listed in a JCPenny catalog one of the shops had.  Now I don't know why someone would want to buy the catalog but it was crazy to see all the things they had in the catalog and the prices listed.  I am sure those prices seemed so expensive when the catalog was brand new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-3151911955354826898?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/3151911955354826898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-honda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3151911955354826898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3151911955354826898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-honda.html' title='Old Honda'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuD0Q_J9x_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/80fD0TZooLc/s72-c/IMG00053-20090630-1725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-872607094199391996</id><published>2009-10-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:06:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Summer Visit</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/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDxwuOPjuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1WfGQ0Y5T9c/s1600-h/IMG00022-20090619-1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDxwuOPjuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1WfGQ0Y5T9c/s320/IMG00022-20090619-1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395578172933639906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDwGmkM3wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aC3FFft2U1Q/s1600-h/IMG00017-20090619-1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDwGmkM3wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aC3FFft2U1Q/s320/IMG00017-20090619-1814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395576349812121346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Randy and his family came to visit this summer.  We always love to see them!  He has the cutest little girls.  They are definitely independent.  My mother says I have been independent since I was 2.  I guess it's just in the family.  We had fun jumping on the trampoline, playing spooky ghost games, listening to all their stories, watching cartoons, reading bedtime stories to them, and much, much more!  They are so much fun!  We also love playing with our other nieces and nephews.  They are so silly.  It makes you appreciate family that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDyYLG3i9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lLbLYVVTFos/s1600-h/IMG00019-20090619-1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDyYLG3i9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lLbLYVVTFos/s320/IMG00019-20090619-1817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395578850702232530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the grandchildren really look up to their grandpa.  If Rob and I ever have kids, I hope they look up to my parents like I did growing up.  They are full of knowledge.  I am still constantly asking them for advice and knowledge on all sorts of topics.  Aren't parents great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-872607094199391996?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/872607094199391996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-summer-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/872607094199391996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/872607094199391996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-summer-visit.html' title='Family Summer Visit'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDxwuOPjuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1WfGQ0Y5T9c/s72-c/IMG00022-20090619-1912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5991972811114147211</id><published>2009-10-22T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:49:15.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Many Things I Learned From Steven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDupGXYtNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jQRuhDGdxRE/s1600-h/IMG00165-20090531-1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDupGXYtNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jQRuhDGdxRE/s320/IMG00165-20090531-1924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395574743440602322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was training to run the 5K on July 4th in Layton city.  My brother Steven was showing me good stretches to do before the run.  He is pretty much the only runner I know.  My parents and I used to go to all his races when he was in high school.  I can learn a lot from my siblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5991972811114147211?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5991972811114147211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-many-things-i-learned-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5991972811114147211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5991972811114147211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-many-things-i-learned-from.html' title='One Of The Many Things I Learned From Steven...'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SuDupGXYtNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jQRuhDGdxRE/s72-c/IMG00165-20090531-1924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-6157679377788169501</id><published>2009-06-27T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:38:59.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SkZVI5G4lkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tan1jUVtp9o/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SkZVI5G4lkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tan1jUVtp9o/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058818433422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A radio announcer yesterday said that everyone will remember where they were when they heard Michael Jackson died.  The co-announcer said, "Well ya, it was yesterday." It was only a couple of days ago but I do think I will always remember where I was when Rob told me Michael Jackson had died.  He is a legend.  For better or worse the whole world know who he is.  I told Rob I would be interested in knowing how long it took at least one person in every city to know Michael Jackson was dead.  I say about a half hour or less.  With the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; news travels fast!  I didn't really know who Michael Jackson was until I met Rob.  I am sure I heard his music but I have never been very good with identifying people with the movies they are in or the songs they sing. I'm getting better. Michael Jackson had some really good music.  He also had some really weird music.  But there are a few songs Rob and I still dance to when having a romantic dinner together. I admit he really struggled personally and I feel bad for him that he could really figure things out.  I think most people would agree that he needed to NOT have any plastic surgery.  He looked WAY better black then white. They talked a lot on the TV about how much he was in debt.  How does someone get millions of dollars in debt?  Seriously?  Maybe people didn't look at his credit when giving him a loan or something.  They just said, "Oh you are Michael Jackson. Here is a million dollars.  Pay me back when you can." That just boggles my mind.  But despite all his struggles he produced some good music.  My children will know his music.  And just think, he will now be able to know the truth and maybe finally be able to figure things out once and for all.  Thanks for the music Michael Jackson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-6157679377788169501?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/6157679377788169501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/6157679377788169501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/6157679377788169501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SkZVI5G4lkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tan1jUVtp9o/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8283088716700464708</id><published>2009-06-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:24:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Doubt - Paramore Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rob and I had the chance to go to a No Doubt - Paramore concert.  They played at the ECenter which, in my opion, is a great venue.  We also like going to concerts at the Usana Ampa Theater.  When we got to the concert I was completely surprised.  Our seats were right next to one of my high school friends who I haven't talked to since I graduated.  I guess we really needed to get back in touch.  It was great to see her.  The concert actually had three bands play.  The first band was called "The Sound".  Rob and I had never heard of them before.  They had a pretty good sound but almost every other word was the "F" word so it cheapened their music.  Isn't that sad that bands don't have enough imagination to come up with lyrics without a bunch of  "F" words?  I mean, come on!  That was the only lame part of the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SjPZoNM834I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgLo4D5rqx4/s1600-h/paramore_by_deviantartko-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SjPZoNM834I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgLo4D5rqx4/s200/paramore_by_deviantartko-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346856467380887426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next band to play was Paramore.  For all you Twilight fans out there you know who Paramore is.  For those who aren't as addicted to Twilight as I am they are a new band.  I'm actually not sure how "new" they are, but I think they really made their break by playing in the Twilight movie.  They were very entertaining.  I know we would go to a concert if they were the main band playing.  They were that good! And I have to admit, I am jealous of Hayley's (main singer chick) hair!  I would love to have the guts to dye my hair bright red.  Who knows, maybe someday.  I'm not sure I could pull it off though.  But I think she looks great with red hair.  If you get the chance to see Paramore in concert I would highly recommend them.  Sometimes Rob and I wonder if we should go to a concert because we really like the music but are afraid of what kind of crowd it would bring.  This crowd was good so we were happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SjPdODI-ETI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hc2ygHZxEkw/s1600-h/nodoubt.0.0.0x0.729x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SjPdODI-ETI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hc2ygHZxEkw/s200/nodoubt.0.0.0x0.729x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346860416049746226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The main and last band to play was No Doubt.  No Doubt has been around for a very long time but I didn't really know anything about them until I met Rob.  He LOVES, LOVES, LOVES No Doubt.  They were awesome!  Between Paramore and No Doubt I didn't have much of a voice the next day.  Gwen (main singer chick) is also very entertaining.  She even had a little girl come up on stage with her.  Hugged her, took pictures with her, and probably made that little girls year!  She also brought her 2 year old son up on stage and had us sing Happy Birthday to him.  At first he had sound proof head phones on and when Gwen took them off so he could hear us singing I think it was too loud for him because he wanted her to put them right back on.  He is super cute.  And man, Gwen doesn't look like she has any kids.  She is in great shape.  The only really strange part was the drummer.  He was freakin' me out.  For the last few songs he came out in a tutu.  That's right a pink tutu.  I have heard it takes a REAL man to wear pink but that is taking it the extreme!  Rob and I try to be open minded but that was just a little too weird for me.  Overall the concert was excellent and we will definately go again if we have the chance!&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/5030755028930738613-8283088716700464708?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8283088716700464708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-doubt-paramore-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8283088716700464708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8283088716700464708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-doubt-paramore-concert.html' title='No Doubt - Paramore Concert!'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SjPZoNM834I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RgLo4D5rqx4/s72-c/paramore_by_deviantartko-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7027570385736866606</id><published>2009-06-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:12:17.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Things Though</title><content type='html'>Today on the way to work Rob and I saw a car with a "Y" on it for the BYU college. After taking a second look at the sticker we had to laugh because they had positioned the sticker right on top of one of their rear brake lights. So when the car brakes, red lights come through their blue colored school. I'm not sure they really thought that through before they put the sticker on. Kind of funny though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-7027570385736866606?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7027570385736866606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-things-though.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7027570385736866606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7027570385736866606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-things-though.html' title='Thinking Things Though'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-1298062288478490604</id><published>2009-04-26T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:26:26.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books On CD</title><content type='html'>For the longest time I always felt bad when people would talk about all the books they were reading and I could never join in the conversation.  I just never had time to sit down and read a book.  My life is too crazy busy for that.  So I slowly started to listen to the books on CD.  And I absolutely love it!  Now I finally feel like I can join in the conversation.  The other thing is sometimes I get great ideas from the books.  Rob has been having some trouble with his 11 year old boy primary class.  Well I recently listened to a book where it talked about going into the classroom with a bag full of licorice.  Once the kids have settled down enough you tell them that you would like to teach them a lesson but if they start to talk and you get board because you can't teach them the lesson then you will start to eat the licorice.  If they listen and participate in the class then you won't get board and eat all the licorice and then there will be enough left at the end of class for everyone.  But if they talk a ton then you continue to each the licorice and there probably won't be enough left for everyone at the end of class.  Rob hasn't tried it yet but I will let you know how it goes.  Some of the books I get are a little crazy and some are very interesting.  It is kind of just the luck of the draw right now.  I learned a ton more about he Spanish Influenza in one book.  Well anyway, I would have to say I am a big fan of books on CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-1298062288478490604?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/1298062288478490604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/04/books-on-cd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1298062288478490604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1298062288478490604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/04/books-on-cd.html' title='Books On CD'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7249088674474062973</id><published>2009-03-31T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:49:51.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5aa4a331224bbb4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5aa4a331224bbb4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7752CECC60272F4CF14150725013A2113CF13694.2887291435C263218EA166CD6EAF35CBD831683B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5aa4a331224bbb4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0qlTdBviAuUttKQK1uzLZjlr3ok&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure where Rob got this but I think it is super funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-7249088674474062973?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5aa4a331224bbb4b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7249088674474062973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7249088674474062973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7249088674474062973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-song.html' title='The Mom Song'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-4117363344484621771</id><published>2009-03-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:34:59.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKof5ABUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rYYj-3071o4/s1600-h/DSCN2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKl6ixlwmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kOT80fD4pOY/s1600-h/DSCN2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKl6ixlwmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kOT80fD4pOY/s200/DSCN2365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319496535063773794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the newest member of our family.  Rob and I made the fatal mistake of going into PetSmart on Saturday.  We saw Maggie and obviously couldn't leave without her.  We rescued her from the Animal Humane Society or something like that.  She has adjusted quickly to our little family.  However, we are used to a lazy dog (Cody) and Maggie is nothing but lazy.  I think we just bought our form of exercise for this year.  But we love her! Cody really liked her in the store but once we got her home he wasn't sure he wanted to share his mommy and daddy with any other doggie.  But as you can see they are also adjusting to each other.  This little family teaches us patients which I know will come in handy when we finally start having kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKof5ABUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rYYj-3071o4/s1600-h/DSCN2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKof5ABUtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rYYj-3071o4/s200/DSCN2368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319499375708295890" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030755028930738613-4117363344484621771?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/4117363344484621771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/maggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4117363344484621771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4117363344484621771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/maggie.html' title='Maggie'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdKl6ixlwmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kOT80fD4pOY/s72-c/DSCN2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7259661948512794222</id><published>2009-03-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:35:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen That Sky Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdGAiY22V-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Qo2BOk12Ic/s1600-h/DSCN2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdGAiY22V-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Qo2BOk12Ic/s200/DSCN2342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173963177678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I saw this picture Rob took I thought about Kronk on Emperor's New Groove.  If you haven't seen it you won't understand this post.  Anyway, I thought of when Kronk says "Have you seen that sky today?  Take about blue." Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-7259661948512794222?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7259661948512794222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-seen-that-sky-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7259661948512794222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7259661948512794222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-seen-that-sky-today.html' title='Have You Seen That Sky Today?'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdGAiY22V-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Qo2BOk12Ic/s72-c/DSCN2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-3106794502130768287</id><published>2009-03-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:30:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artichokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-34oXgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LdiKtHGapjE/s1600-h/DSCN2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-34oXgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LdiKtHGapjE/s200/DSCN2337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172133460869346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-kSKlVxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7n2qYNUm7SM/s1600-h/VSCN2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-kSKlVxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7n2qYNUm7SM/s200/VSCN2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171796717885202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom used to always cook artichokes for dinner and I LOVED them!  Rob said he thought they were gross but said he had not had them in awhile.  So I told Rob he needed to try it my way.  Or I guess my mom's way.  Now I am not sure how you eat artichokes in your family but my mom always dipped them in mayonnaise.  Other people like dipping the piece in lemon butter.  As you can tell by the pictures Rob wasn't too thrilled with the way my family dipped artichokes.  He tried butter after this shot and said it wasn't too bad.  But I have a feeling we won't be having artichokes very often in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-3106794502130768287?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/3106794502130768287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/artichokes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3106794502130768287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3106794502130768287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/artichokes.html' title='Artichokes'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-34oXgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LdiKtHGapjE/s72-c/DSCN2337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5840441144579294866</id><published>2009-03-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:22:31.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-GxDCaKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RaWOIkerAkw/s1600-h/DSCN2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-GxDCaKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RaWOIkerAkw/s200/DSCN2319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171289611659426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to make myself some oatmeal for breakfast.  I guess I should have used a bigger bowl!  Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF918CigAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8l1QJPsh3Mk/s1600-h/DSCN2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF918CigAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8l1QJPsh3Mk/s200/DSCN2318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171000504582146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5840441144579294866?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5840441144579294866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5840441144579294866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5840441144579294866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-mess.html' title='What A Mess'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF-GxDCaKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RaWOIkerAkw/s72-c/DSCN2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-1146106662504534161</id><published>2009-03-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:19:05.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob's Favorite Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF9Jpgnb2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YOp3bVtyeXA/s1600-h/DSCN2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF9Jpgnb2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YOp3bVtyeXA/s200/DSCN2327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319170239616216930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously I am making up for lost time.  Sorry everybody.  Rob's absolute favorite candy is conversation hearts.  I have maybe 10 and that is good for a year.  But Rob never gets tired of eating them.  He decided to share his favorite candy with me in a way that would appeal to me more.  And it did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-1146106662504534161?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/1146106662504534161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/robs-favorite-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1146106662504534161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/1146106662504534161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/robs-favorite-candy.html' title='Rob&apos;s Favorite Candy'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SdF9Jpgnb2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YOp3bVtyeXA/s72-c/DSCN2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-939732278614402503</id><published>2009-03-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:58:39.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE WOOT.COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SbHGHSgPVNI/AAAAAAAAADw/Le4RI0ZD-io/s1600-h/They_Were_DeliciouspbvDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SbHGHSgPVNI/AAAAAAAAADw/Le4RI0ZD-io/s200/They_Were_DeliciouspbvDetail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310243264174970066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE woot.com!  Today's t-shirt for sale is entitled "They Were Delicious!"  They always have amazing deals and funny t-shirts.  The only bad thing about woot.com is Rob and I don't have money to spend of extra stuff and it is always hard to walk away from an amazing deal.  However, we have done a great job of not buying anything on woot.com for awhile now.  We just look.  Hopefully we will get to point where we can participate in the amazing deals! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-939732278614402503?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/939732278614402503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-wootcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/939732278614402503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/939732278614402503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-wootcom.html' title='I LOVE WOOT.COM'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SbHGHSgPVNI/AAAAAAAAADw/Le4RI0ZD-io/s72-c/They_Were_DeliciouspbvDetail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5944868465547386849</id><published>2009-02-21T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:00:22.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave House For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.ebayimg.com/05/i/001/31/93/6ebd_1.JPG" name="eBayBig" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Check out the two links I have below.  The first one is way cheaper then the second one but the second link is more beautiful.  The first one I saw on the news so I went looking for the ebay page.  Who knew there would be more then one person trying to sell their cave house?  And who knew there would be more then one in existence.  Even if I did have the money I don't think I could live in a cave but it is fun the think about. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem=&amp;amp;item=330306913609&amp;amp;ssPageName=ADME:B:EF:US:1123#ebayphotohosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;http://thecavehouse.com/&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/5030755028930738613-5944868465547386849?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5944868465547386849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/cave-house-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5944868465547386849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5944868465547386849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/cave-house-for-sale.html' title='Cave House For Sale'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-817621746389192730</id><published>2009-02-12T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:45:40.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Business - Oh Sew Lovable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out our new business!  Rob and I have been working hard this week to post all the blankets I have made on the internet to sell.  Rob is still in the process of posting all the blankets that are done and ready but you are welcome to go see what we have posted up there so far.  The link is http://ohsewlovable.etsy.com.  You wouldn't believe how much work it is to get this project off the ground but we are hopeful that it will be successful.  Oh and I can't take credit for the name either.  Rob is very clever and thought of the name.  I don't know what I would do without him!  Let us know what you think!  &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/5030755028930738613-817621746389192730?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/817621746389192730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-business-oh-sew-lovable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/817621746389192730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/817621746389192730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-business-oh-sew-lovable.html' title='New Business - Oh Sew Lovable'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-6314664081602458498</id><published>2009-02-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:17:29.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SZMh3eJXEVI/AAAAAAAAADo/frbiB8AF3O8/s1600-h/DSCN2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SZMh3eJXEVI/AAAAAAAAADo/frbiB8AF3O8/s200/DSCN2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301618423214051666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to try something new with my hair.  I didn't feel like Rob and I loosing our jobs was enough change for me.  Haha!  I actually hate change, just ask Rob.  However, I have been thinking about cutting myself some bangs for awhile now so one day I just did it.  It took me awhile to get used to them.  It was a shock for sure!  Rob really likes them though so that helped with the shock.  Anyway, I just thought I would share.  Rob and I are also starting up a new business for me.  More details to come soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-6314664081602458498?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/6314664081602458498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/bangs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/6314664081602458498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/6314664081602458498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/bangs.html' title='Bangs'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SZMh3eJXEVI/AAAAAAAAADo/frbiB8AF3O8/s72-c/DSCN2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-2311732526335341989</id><published>2009-02-10T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:04:32.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Maddness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the weather in Layton was crazy.  It snowed really heavily for about four hours.  Rob had to snow blow twice because the snow was so heavy it would have broken our snow blower to wait until the snow was done falling.  Then at about 8 last night the power went out for awhile.  Usually the power goes out at least twice in the winter months but quickly comes back on.  Last night it took awhile for the power to come back on.  It was kind of nice though.  Rob and I enjoyed each others company while just sitting in the dark.  I am glad the power is back on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-2311732526335341989?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/2311732526335341989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/weather-maddness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2311732526335341989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2311732526335341989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/weather-maddness.html' title='Weather Maddness'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5670658924528851075</id><published>2009-02-03T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:18:56.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof I Have A Great Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiIYZQoWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/1n1rJTL8qMA/s1600-h/DSCN2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiIYZQoWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/1n1rJTL8qMA/s200/DSCN2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298634914280266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably squinting your eyes and asking yourself "What is that?"  Well last Saturday I was trying to paint my fingernails and accidentally yes accidentally lost my grip on the bottle of pinkish red fingernail polish and it dropped all over our white carpet downstairs.  The first couple of things both Rob and I thought were first of all that is made a really cool design and second that it must have been an accident because if I were trying to do it on purpose I would have targeted our pink or blue carpet upstairs.  I really thought Rob would be mad at me but he wasn't.  He just told me to go get some heavy duty cleaner from upstairs and he spent the next two hours scrubbing the polish out of the carpet.  You can still see a hint of the pink color on the white carpet but for the most part the polish is gone.  This is just more proof of how great my husband is.  He knew exactly what kind of cleaner to use and he didn't get mad at me at all.  I owe him big for this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5670658924528851075?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5670658924528851075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/proof-i-have-great-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5670658924528851075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5670658924528851075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/proof-i-have-great-husband.html' title='Proof I Have A Great Husband'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiIYZQoWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/1n1rJTL8qMA/s72-c/DSCN2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7680457153521033157</id><published>2009-02-03T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:00:10.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiFWMFDoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1wliu_kDgfs/s1600-h/DSCN2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiFWMFDoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1wliu_kDgfs/s200/DSCN2077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298631577847439394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you can tell but somehow my cake fell in the center.  When I took it out of the oven it was beautiful and plump.  Fifteen minutes later when I came to put the icing on it had fallen.  Shrug.  Luckily it still tasted the same and I was only making it for Rob and I so it wasn't a big deal.  I just hate when that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-7680457153521033157?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7680457153521033157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7680457153521033157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7680457153521033157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-cake.html' title='Fallen Cake'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SYiFWMFDoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1wliu_kDgfs/s72-c/DSCN2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-7878324560213635273</id><published>2009-01-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:16:32.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SXttcFV87CI/AAAAAAAAADA/pDo_4UT8fls/s1600-h/Imposters71Detail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SXttcFV87CI/AAAAAAAAADA/pDo_4UT8fls/s200/Imposters71Detail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294946116142165026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob saw this picture on the internet and I had to share it with all of you. I think it is super funny!&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/5030755028930738613-7878324560213635273?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/7878324560213635273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7878324560213635273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/7878324560213635273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-rabbit.html' title='Silly Rabbit'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SXttcFV87CI/AAAAAAAAADA/pDo_4UT8fls/s72-c/Imposters71Detail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5094145147021606658</id><published>2009-01-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:58:40.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Date</title><content type='html'>I don't think I mention enough how great my Rob is.  This morning I woke up really early craving donuts.  No I am not pregnant.  You can have cravings without being pregnant.  I know, I have them all the time.  When I say early I mean 4:30 this morning.  After trying to wake Rob up for a half hour he finally agreed to take me somewhere to get donuts.  What a great guy!  We drove passed four different grocery stores and none of them were open.  I could have sworn all the grocery stores we tried were open 24/7 but I guess not.  We finally ended up at Macy's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clearfield&lt;/span&gt; around 5:30 and decided to wait the half hour until they opened.  They have the BEST whipped maple donuts ever!  If you've never tried them you are surely missing out.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt; date but even that early in the morning Rob is fun to be with!  I am so lucky to have him in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5094145147021606658?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5094145147021606658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-morning-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5094145147021606658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5094145147021606658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-morning-date.html' title='Early Morning Date'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-4928266727680106300</id><published>2009-01-14T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:09:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Fad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SW5EJ5gjZQI/AAAAAAAAACc/VFY2sgfouPo/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291241549053781250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SW5EJ5gjZQI/AAAAAAAAACc/VFY2sgfouPo/s200/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start listening to the Twilight books on CD.  I figured I would see what all the fuss was about.  My nieces all say the books are awesome.  So I figured I would give the books a chance.  Well, after listening to the first book I think this tale is great.  I can see why my nieces really like it.  It is a twisted romance.  Some people say it is inappropriate to read but I have never really listened to any ones opinions.  I try and come to my own conclusions.  It is nice to listen to a book on CD while I am working on home improvements.  The line in the picture is one of the most romantic lines I have ever heard.  However, you have to listen or know about the books to know what it really means.  I talk to Rob about the books.  I like the Twilight books as much as the Harry Potter books!  They are very entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-4928266727680106300?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/4928266727680106300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-fad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4928266727680106300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4928266727680106300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-fad.html' title='Twilight Fad'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SW5EJ5gjZQI/AAAAAAAAACc/VFY2sgfouPo/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-220032948645503850</id><published>2009-01-10T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:11:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlvuPUMlNI/AAAAAAAAACU/zjCHQA5VC2A/s1600-h/DSCN1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlvuPUMlNI/AAAAAAAAACU/zjCHQA5VC2A/s200/DSCN1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289882077499266258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece was having her first birthday and Rob's sister has a lot of in-laws so she called and asked if he would make a cake to feed enough people going to a small wedding.  You think I am kidding.  There truly were a ton of people there.  But that is what family is all about right?  Anyway, Rob researched a lot of cake he could make for this birthday party.  He absolutely HATES fondant!  And even though it goes on cakes really nicely he didn't want to use it.  In the end the cake looked and tasted amazing.  As you can see from the picture.  I didn't have any doubts.  My Rob is very talented!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-220032948645503850?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/220032948645503850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-birthday-cake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/220032948645503850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/220032948645503850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-birthday-cake.html' title='The Amazing Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlvuPUMlNI/AAAAAAAAACU/zjCHQA5VC2A/s72-c/DSCN1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-99092432798162071</id><published>2009-01-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:02:56.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody's Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWluZ_y-qjI/AAAAAAAAACM/TKivNUH4V1k/s1600-h/DSCN2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWluZ_y-qjI/AAAAAAAAACM/TKivNUH4V1k/s200/DSCN2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289880630224398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to show tons of pictures of our dog Cody.  I hate when people put nothing on their blog but their pets but I had to share this picture with you.  This is Cody's "Dad, STOP taking pictures of me!" look.  I give Rob a similar look when he takes tons of pictures of me all at once.  He loves playing with our camera.  And I have to admit, he does get a lot of good pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-99092432798162071?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/99092432798162071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/codys-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/99092432798162071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/99092432798162071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/codys-look.html' title='Cody&apos;s Look'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWluZ_y-qjI/AAAAAAAAACM/TKivNUH4V1k/s72-c/DSCN2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-3262381719318069259</id><published>2009-01-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:55:26.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlr54QIjjI/AAAAAAAAACE/sOt7XYqDJI8/s1600-h/DSCN2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlr54QIjjI/AAAAAAAAACE/sOt7XYqDJI8/s200/DSCN2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289877879420128818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went sledding with a few friends.  Unfortunately Rob couldn’t go because he was sick.  So I went alone.  I haven’t been sledding since I took my niece Haliey up to Snowbird a few years ago.  Which by the way is super fun.  It costs $5 for the whole day and they have a hill set aside so you can go fast but won’t chance falling off the side of the mountain or anything.  You should try it sometime.   Anyway, Rob bought me an inner tube a while ago and we haven’t had the time to use it.  So today was the day.  We spent like 15 minutes blowing the thing up.  It was a pain but it was worth it.  Or so we thought.  Little did we know the second yes second time of sledding down the hill I would slide over some ice or something and come to a screeching halt.  Not to mention when I turned the tube over there was the biggest hole I have ever seen in a tube.  My friends were nice enough to share their tubes with me the rest of the sledding adventure.  When I got home, I bought the news to Rob gently.  He didn't take it bad at all.  He just laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-3262381719318069259?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/3262381719318069259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/sledding-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3262381719318069259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/3262381719318069259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/sledding-adventure.html' title='Sledding Adventure'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlr54QIjjI/AAAAAAAAACE/sOt7XYqDJI8/s72-c/DSCN2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-2037845717279253771</id><published>2009-01-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:45:46.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob's Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlnCyTttWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RlyIUQbEi24/s1600-h/DSCN2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlnCyTttWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RlyIUQbEi24/s200/DSCN2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872534885217634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I fell into the act of impulse buying this passed Christmas season.  While I was at the Park City outlets looking for amazing day after Thanksgiving deals, my friends and I came across some toy trains.  Rob and I have been talking about getting a train to put under the Christmas tree for years and it didn't seem like something that was going to happen in the near future.  Then I found this one.  The train isn't fancy by all means but as you can see by the look on my cute husband's face he doesn't mind.  He got a train for Christmas!  However, like so many other people on Christmas day I forgot to by batteries.  Poor Rob couldn't play with his train on Christmas.  I blame it on the fact that I am not a mother yet and am not used to thinking of having to have batteries on Christmas day.  So to make up for my big mistake I went and bought batteries as soon as I woke up the very next day.  Rob didn't waste anytime.  I am glad he likes it so much!  Merry Christmas Rob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c770f9cb52cda33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c770f9cb52cda33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A903F603B01E6B479B2471F1F7961BAF91A7392.43F636E063A7EB9E66BB57B968ABA0FF45EE12E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c770f9cb52cda33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvfsjLWaCp7V1hesjocwqrTT4DPQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c770f9cb52cda33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A903F603B01E6B479B2471F1F7961BAF91A7392.43F636E063A7EB9E66BB57B968ABA0FF45EE12E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c770f9cb52cda33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvfsjLWaCp7V1hesjocwqrTT4DPQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-2037845717279253771?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1c770f9cb52cda33&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/2037845717279253771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/robs-train.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2037845717279253771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2037845717279253771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2009/01/robs-train.html' title='Rob&apos;s Train'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SWlnCyTttWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RlyIUQbEi24/s72-c/DSCN2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8128285611402171423</id><published>2008-12-11T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:36:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SUEtpTWG9uI/AAAAAAAAABs/B7aJloHsrvo/s1600-h/IMG00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SUEtpTWG9uI/AAAAAAAAABs/B7aJloHsrvo/s200/IMG00036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278550425845823202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is our Cody.  He is the first dog I have ever owned.  Growing up we had a couple of cats but they were always outside pets.  He is so loveable!  A few months back he had to have surgery to remove some bladder stones that had been formed.  It was expensive but worth it!  The Vet showed us the stones after he pulled them from Cody's bladder.  Now I know why they call them stones.  They really look and sound just like a rock.  It was weird.  But, he is our little "bundle of joy". Hehe. The Vet told us the stones were mostly formed from the fat in animal meat.  So...Cody is a vegitarian now.  Yep, you hear right, a vegitarian.  I have never hear of a vegitarian dog.  But the food is way cheaper then another surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SUEuzDp9kSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nVhgfSXLBS4/s1600-h/IMG00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SUEuzDp9kSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nVhgfSXLBS4/s200/IMG00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278551692944445730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody HATES to take a bath!  However, he LOVES the grooming after the bath.  We brush and blow dry his hair.  Plus after all of that he gets a cookie.  So he endures it.  He is a really good dog.  We love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-8128285611402171423?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8128285611402171423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-of-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8128285611402171423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8128285611402171423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-of-family.html' title='Part of the Family'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SUEtpTWG9uI/AAAAAAAAABs/B7aJloHsrvo/s72-c/IMG00036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-2301103142248436254</id><published>2008-12-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:40:11.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Keys</title><content type='html'>Rob has finally topped all my "Richelleisms"!  We have been searching for Rob's lost keys for at least the past three weeks.  The collection included several important keys that if found by the wrong person could seriously put us in a bind.  Recently the car alarm had been going off.  It was really random but was happening more frequently lately.  We tried everything.  We took the battery out of my car alarm remote to see if that was doing it.  Nope, the alarm still went off.   Rob asked the neighbor if he had left his keys over at their place.  We seriously thought a neighbor was pushing the button because every time we would respond to the alarm it would be turned off again by the time we got out to the car.  Last night we finally decided to take the car into the dealership to see if there was something wrong with the alarm.  Today the dealership told us there was nothing they could see wrong with the alarm.  That the computer within the car told him it was the "Panic" button being activated.  We now thought it had been the neighbor teasing us for sure.  On the way home the neighbor told us he didn't find the keys anywhere but that he would keep looking.  Well, when Rob got home tonight he looked in one of our recliner chairs and sure enough the keys were in the chair.  So every time someone sat in that chair our car alarm would go off because it was pushing the "Panic" button just right.  I swear we had looked there.  Rob looses a lot of things but this tops then all!  However, you gotta love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-2301103142248436254?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/2301103142248436254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-keys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2301103142248436254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/2301103142248436254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-keys.html' title='Lost Keys'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8640053772906837370</id><published>2008-11-27T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:59:20.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SS7R1smXgGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0JUSZEtkv-M/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SS7R1smXgGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0JUSZEtkv-M/s200/lizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273382934132785250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Walmart in Ogden, Utah and was minding my own business when I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.  I looked over and saw a lizard in the middle of the isle.  I thought to myself there is no way that is real I must be seeing things.  I started to walk towards it and it moved.  I jumped back pretty fast.  It really startled me.  I stood there for a minute thinking of what I should do.  Finally I went up to an employee and told her there was a live lizard on isle 10.  She looked at me like I was crazy.  So I said "Seriously, there is a real lizard on isle 10."  She asked one of her co-workers to go check it out.  For those of you who don't know Ogden it is very strange to have a lizard inside a store.  I think it would be less weird to have a lizard in a store in Arizona or even in Ogden during the summer time but not this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day I saw a truck with a grate.  Inside the grate was a plastic santa.  On the outside of the grate was a sign that said "Help Me!"  I didn't get a chance to take a picture of it but it was pretty funny.  I called Rob and told him about the lizard and said the day couldn't get anymore weird.  Then I saw the santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-8640053772906837370?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8640053772906837370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/lizard-sighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8640053772906837370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8640053772906837370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/lizard-sighting.html' title='Lizard Sighting'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvBf6IZB1-s/SS7R1smXgGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0JUSZEtkv-M/s72-c/lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-5176021273737916805</id><published>2008-11-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:05:57.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending My Days At Oce Business Services</title><content type='html'>My company has been what has been described to me as "bleeding" for some time now.  The economy is horrible and we are not getting much business.  Last Thursday I was taken into a room and told my job was being outsourced to the Philippines.  My scheduled last day would be January 27th of next year.  At first I was really upset because I had been trying to go through so many hoops to be promoted from a Project Manager Assistant to a Project Manager.  And now they were telling me I was no longer needed.  Sigh...I wasn't sure what we were going to do.  Rob and I have been praying a lot lately and somehow I didn't really worry about the future.  Of course on that horrible Thursday night I couldn't see how we could possibly survive .  However, both Rob and I felt like we would be ok no matter what happened.  Rob and I both feel really blessed in that so many people have already told me to send them my resume.  That they might have a job opportunity for me.  I think this "outsourcing" is going to benefit Rob and I more then we know.  I feel like the future looks good.  I might just be naive but I think you have too look for whatever good you can find or you will have a very sad life.  Well I am sure you all will be anxious to hear what happens.  I will keep you posted.  These just might be the ending days of working for Oce Business Services!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-5176021273737916805?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/5176021273737916805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/ending-my-days-at-oce-business-services.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5176021273737916805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/5176021273737916805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/ending-my-days-at-oce-business-services.html' title='Ending My Days At Oce Business Services'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-4151228911711604146</id><published>2008-11-17T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:20:31.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath and Body Works</title><content type='html'>I have recently accepted a part time position at Bath and Body Works.  It is a fun side job.  I told Rob at least I wasn’t coming home smelling like yucky pizza or chinese.  I am actually coming home smelling better then when I left.  The only bad thing is I have to control myself so I don’t spend all the money I am making there.  The very first night I worked I got to the train station just as the train was leaving.  I called Rob and he said the next train wouldn’t be there for an hour.  So he drove down to get me.  Well on the way home we ran out of gas on the freeway.  So what I had calculated as being able to be home by at least eleven when getting off work at nine turned into getting home sometime between midnight and one. :P  It was a pretty crazy night.  But it was nice to hang out with Rob for awhile and work at a lower stress job for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-4151228911711604146?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/4151228911711604146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/bath-and-body-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4151228911711604146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/4151228911711604146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/bath-and-body-works.html' title='Bath and Body Works'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030755028930738613.post-8241386115076235296</id><published>2008-11-10T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:12:13.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BodyWorlds 3 at The Leonardo'/><title type='text'>BodyWorlds 3 at The Leonardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday Rob and I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BodyWorlds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; with my niece and a bunch of our friends.  There are no words to describe how amazing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; was.  We spent over two hours learning about the body.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for me and my niece.   She has a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt;.  That was the first time she had ever heard the term "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abortion&lt;/span&gt;".  Although it was clearly stated that they don't use aborted babies, lots of people were still talking about it all around us.  Wow!  How do you explain that to a 13 year old?  But I just explained it the best way I knew how and she seemed to understand it a bit better.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have a room you walk into that has a ton of 50 gallon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barrels&lt;/span&gt; in it.  Did you know the heart pumps about 2,000 gallons of blood in a day?  That is crazy!  They also showed the heart of a bull, chicken, cat and some other animals.  I didn't realize a bull's heart was so massive!  It was like as big as a two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; head.  One of the coolest things there was a huge camel.  Yes they show more then just humans.  They slit the camel into three pieces.  Yeah I know that sounds a little gross but it was actually really cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it was a lot of fun.  I highly recommend it.  Check it out with the websites listed below.  Oh, one more thing.  My sister told my niece we were taking her to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt;.  They had seen this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;advertised&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas so my sister told her we were going to one like the one in Vegas.  My niece thought that meant we were taking her to Vegas.  That was not the case.  I guess everyone has a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Richelle's&lt;/span&gt;" in them. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The main website is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Salt Lake website is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://theleonardo.org/bodyworlds/index.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://theleonardo.org/bodyworlds/index.php&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030755028930738613-8241386115076235296?l=belleblue82.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/feeds/8241386115076235296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/bodyworlds-3-at-leonardo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8241386115076235296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030755028930738613/posts/default/8241386115076235296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belleblue82.blogspot.com/2008/11/bodyworlds-3-at-leonardo.html' title='BodyWorlds 3 at The Leonardo'/><author><name>Richelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
