<?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-6181747544100522395</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:27:51.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deanna's Dealings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1265592479430915325</id><published>2011-08-21T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:23:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Alaska Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;*The following pictures need no comments, they are just photos I have taken along my adventure here in Alaska:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqTrv6vWSYY/TlF22c4X4jI/AAAAAAAADAA/sQ7Q3w7SIb0/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqTrv6vWSYY/TlF22c4X4jI/AAAAAAAADAA/sQ7Q3w7SIb0/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643422485909594674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbXowNs2CBY/TlF22Puo4II/AAAAAAAAC_4/SkTcMq-dkog/s1600/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbXowNs2CBY/TlF22Puo4II/AAAAAAAAC_4/SkTcMq-dkog/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643422482379104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfRS1CYz3jY/TlF21-OKBQI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ORWPNRu1a5c/s1600/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GfRS1CYz3jY/TlF21-OKBQI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ORWPNRu1a5c/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643422477679461634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUjJtUxj8PI/TlF21rlmy9I/AAAAAAAAC_o/mItZObRA878/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUjJtUxj8PI/TlF21rlmy9I/AAAAAAAAC_o/mItZObRA878/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643422472677542866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dg919H5tdwg/TlF21Vsy3rI/AAAAAAAAC_g/F8qYUMY4HTU/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dg919H5tdwg/TlF21Vsy3rI/AAAAAAAAC_g/F8qYUMY4HTU/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643422466802114226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCHCyblIl-E/TlF1XsVJPhI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/b2Wiabqq2so/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqxJTD5kLt8/TlFxMynHcXI/AAAAAAAAC98/AedH1CC7Uqo/s320/DSCN2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643416272630149490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-1265592479430915325?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1265592479430915325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1265592479430915325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1265592479430915325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1265592479430915325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-and-alaska-experiences.html' title='Friends and Alaska Experiences'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-qqTrv6vWSYY/TlF22c4X4jI/AAAAAAAADAA/sQ7Q3w7SIb0/s72-c/IMG_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-5041185266012701393</id><published>2011-08-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:53:57.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad come to McKinley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy that mom and dad got to come to Alaska to celebrate my 22nd birthday with me. It was such a good feeling to have them meet my coworkers and have them hear how everyone respects me and how my hard work is paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do too much but they got to see a part of the mountain, spend time visiting Talkeetna and riding my bus. It was a real good time and I appreciate their willingness to come and support me here in Alaska doing something I truely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sc77pf0q77U/TlFvDth5OeI/AAAAAAAAC90/XhlkNedIF6M/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sc77pf0q77U/TlFvDth5OeI/AAAAAAAAC90/XhlkNedIF6M/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413917623990754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad at my Birthday Dinner at the 20320 Alaskan Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBfcdlaeBOo/TlFvDSaXUgI/AAAAAAAAC9s/rZp-r6PwpPU/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBfcdlaeBOo/TlFvDSaXUgI/AAAAAAAAC9s/rZp-r6PwpPU/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413910344651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad finishing my free birthday dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwALVURorRs/TlFvDDujc7I/AAAAAAAAC9k/XPNv5z21frs/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwALVURorRs/TlFvDDujc7I/AAAAAAAAC9k/XPNv5z21frs/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413906402800562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view mom and dad got to see. At least they got to see part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOldONirsRo/TlFvCwdawDI/AAAAAAAAC9c/KOEbDonxzSI/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOldONirsRo/TlFvCwdawDI/AAAAAAAAC9c/KOEbDonxzSI/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413901230653490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a birthday wish:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hHid03owKI0/TlFvChOLQPI/AAAAAAAAC9U/AGsRGFkgyxk/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hHid03owKI0/TlFvChOLQPI/AAAAAAAAC9U/AGsRGFkgyxk/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413897140191474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20320 was so kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0dBSbJ59Xc/TlFuOuZCBnI/AAAAAAAAC9M/sfxBFxf2zU8/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0dBSbJ59Xc/TlFuOuZCBnI/AAAAAAAAC9M/sfxBFxf2zU8/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413007322187378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we able to have Brad take us to WalMikes in Trapper Creek, Ak. They have all sorts of collectables and intersting items there. Mom and dad really liked viewing the antiques and rustling through the junk. He has some very controversial and interesting artifacts. It was my first time at WalMikes, so I had a good time as well:) Here are some pictures of our visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPxvobMwjP0/TlFuOcae5KI/AAAAAAAAC9E/QAdDE1hUW-A/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPxvobMwjP0/TlFuOcae5KI/AAAAAAAAC9E/QAdDE1hUW-A/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413002496435362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2seDOE5Vhg/TlFuOMCbNYI/AAAAAAAAC88/6zqxFl8uboI/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2seDOE5Vhg/TlFuOMCbNYI/AAAAAAAAC88/6zqxFl8uboI/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643412998100563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvGiYy410E/TlFuNjIj4WI/AAAAAAAAC80/tnKXnIqv-kc/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvGiYy410E/TlFuNjIj4WI/AAAAAAAAC80/tnKXnIqv-kc/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643412987120443746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbYzv05_Zk/TlFuNXIxMQI/AAAAAAAAC8s/WhmV0mlDziA/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDbYzv05_Zk/TlFuNXIxMQI/AAAAAAAAC8s/WhmV0mlDziA/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643412983900090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoEEBAXiL80/TlFs_qWQwLI/AAAAAAAAC8k/S130MqITSQs/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoEEBAXiL80/TlFs_qWQwLI/AAAAAAAAC8k/S130MqITSQs/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643411649027162290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real hand, in a jar. (Note: next to the candy bars?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WMClRsr7J9k/TlFs_TkSyrI/AAAAAAAAC8c/vp_z2V4hzrI/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WMClRsr7J9k/TlFs_TkSyrI/AAAAAAAAC8c/vp_z2V4hzrI/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643411642912000690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tVD371F9Mg/TlFs_C8mrzI/AAAAAAAAC8U/AEaz7Cy1hb8/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tVD371F9Mg/TlFs_C8mrzI/AAAAAAAAC8U/AEaz7Cy1hb8/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643411638450564914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOdn5mjZJ0U/TlFs-7FKhZI/AAAAAAAAC8M/N6YcgdyFBQI/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOdn5mjZJ0U/TlFs-7FKhZI/AAAAAAAAC8M/N6YcgdyFBQI/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643411636338984338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps_dWmN4lJE/TlFs-mt9P_I/AAAAAAAAC8E/odf0HmeH34Y/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps_dWmN4lJE/TlFs-mt9P_I/AAAAAAAAC8E/odf0HmeH34Y/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643411630872936434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-5041185266012701393?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5041185266012701393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5041185266012701393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5041185266012701393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5041185266012701393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-and-dad-come-to-mckinley.html' title='Mom and Dad come to McKinley!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-sc77pf0q77U/TlFvDth5OeI/AAAAAAAAC90/XhlkNedIF6M/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-278534638023236900</id><published>2011-06-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:23:09.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night out with the Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week Carissa and I decided to take one of the tours that operates out of the lodge. D&amp;amp;S is a vendor Princess uses for trail rides and covered wagon rides. On Friday and Saturday nights they also host an entertaining campfire. Carissa and I were the youngest ones there by  far. There was a couple crazy Canadians who had to be drunk or something, as well as some older folk. At the campfire we did the following activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjrrngwofCQ/TfFhvzfUudI/AAAAAAAAC78/6upqcXlU5aA/s1600/0603112103-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tScwkhR_Rlk/TfFhuwT9YYI/AAAAAAAAC70/suLmagusjDc/s1600/0603111948-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tScwkhR_Rlk/TfFhuwT9YYI/AAAAAAAAC70/suLmagusjDc/s320/0603111948-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377666178212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Smores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkL2hYPBRUE/TfFhucvs0TI/AAAAAAAAC7s/HFlXa2TNUBQ/s1600/0603112102-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkL2hYPBRUE/TfFhucvs0TI/AAAAAAAAC7s/HFlXa2TNUBQ/s320/0603112102-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377660925858098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted a moose "kiss" (Of course we didn't get too close, just had to not get tangled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yIBCpsBb-tg/TfFhuB-cOnI/AAAAAAAAC7k/t59aKzzz-DE/s1600/0603112102-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yIBCpsBb-tg/TfFhuB-cOnI/AAAAAAAAC7k/t59aKzzz-DE/s320/0603112102-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377653739928178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed with props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAZ5MvZRb9M/TfFhtp-ZUPI/AAAAAAAAC7c/iy95ul4Y1ng/s1600/0603112045-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAZ5MvZRb9M/TfFhtp-ZUPI/AAAAAAAAC7c/iy95ul4Y1ng/s320/0603112045-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377647297286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet the Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOdbr9d0gaM/TfFhW2BByuI/AAAAAAAAC7U/oxb0AOa37Do/s1600/0603112045-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOdbr9d0gaM/TfFhW2BByuI/AAAAAAAAC7U/oxb0AOa37Do/s320/0603112045-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377255392561890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eP8x52CJO5k/TfFhWSlNWvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Hox-rXAbHxc/s1600/0603112044-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eP8x52CJO5k/TfFhWSlNWvI/AAAAAAAAC7M/Hox-rXAbHxc/s320/0603112044-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377245880638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the Reindeer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7x2RgMKebHM/TfFhVy8FJGI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MNRtAsg-or8/s1600/0603112040-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7x2RgMKebHM/TfFhVy8FJGI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MNRtAsg-or8/s320/0603112040-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377237386634338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with graham crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRuiztYiNyg/TfFhVWslldI/AAAAAAAAC68/egmrfVn2STA/s1600/0603111944-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRuiztYiNyg/TfFhVWslldI/AAAAAAAAC68/egmrfVn2STA/s320/0603111944-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377229805458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed with the Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvoT7I6T06A/TfFhScDEnqI/AAAAAAAAC60/PpG5brC1Ld4/s1600/0603111940-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvoT7I6T06A/TfFhScDEnqI/AAAAAAAAC60/PpG5brC1Ld4/s320/0603111940-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616377179702337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And grabbed their antlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a good time! We discovered we probably wouldn't pay what the cost is originally but it was a good break away from property, we got to roast smores, and sit around a campfire. It was a very enjoyable and entertaining time. Plus, the guests kind of loved how young we were and made us jump right in on the fun:)&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/6181747544100522395-278534638023236900?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/278534638023236900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=278534638023236900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/278534638023236900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/278534638023236900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/06/night-out-with-cowboys.html' title='A night out with the Cowboys'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-tScwkhR_Rlk/TfFhuwT9YYI/AAAAAAAAC70/suLmagusjDc/s72-c/0603111948-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7348683783153731995</id><published>2011-06-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:09:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few reasons I really like my job as a motorcoach driver here in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Great hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oArk57qkseU/TfFgMzkUfPI/AAAAAAAAC6s/zFU3-JQVuKw/s1600/0527110814-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oArk57qkseU/TfFgMzkUfPI/AAAAAAAAC6s/zFU3-JQVuKw/s320/0527110814-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616375983424961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. scenic views no matter which direction you travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnv2mjLa24c/TfFgMvYmLmI/AAAAAAAAC6k/Q-0EfNjAVvg/s1600/0527110824-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnv2mjLa24c/TfFgMvYmLmI/AAAAAAAAC6k/Q-0EfNjAVvg/s320/0527110824-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616375982302047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of Mt. McKinley (Denali, Elev. 20,320 ft.) shown in my rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PqOAEThtaM/TfFgMQ-pbHI/AAAAAAAAC6c/VTefW2JvOTQ/s1600/0603111310-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PqOAEThtaM/TfFgMQ-pbHI/AAAAAAAAC6c/VTefW2JvOTQ/s320/0603111310-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616375974140144754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. The money helps too:)&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/6181747544100522395-7348683783153731995?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7348683783153731995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7348683783153731995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7348683783153731995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7348683783153731995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-reasons-i-really-like-my-job-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-oArk57qkseU/TfFgMzkUfPI/AAAAAAAAC6s/zFU3-JQVuKw/s72-c/0527110814-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-4364063870358944108</id><published>2011-06-09T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:52:41.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmxjN7LGPZM/TfFIWgDutmI/AAAAAAAAC6U/dZvZYBnsfKQ/s1600/0522112014-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmxjN7LGPZM/TfFIWgDutmI/AAAAAAAAC6U/dZvZYBnsfKQ/s320/0522112014-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616349761707619938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple weeks ago Joy approached me and asked if I wanted to go to Fairbanks with a couple others to pick up 2 more coaches that were left behind when we originally came down to the lodge. Being that I'm here to work as much as possible, I wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity to have more hours. We drove up to Fairbanks, AK in a van. Last time I drove the Parks Highway it was snowy in parts, and real brown and ugly. This time it was so green and beautiful, not to mention gorgeous weather. It was fascinating what just a couple weeks of sun turned that drive into, it was beautiful. We arrived in Fairbanks and went to get the coaches. The one I would be driving was at the Lathrop st. shop. I went to start it up, and it wouldn't turn over. I attempted a couple more times, and it finally decided to cooperate, only the red "check trans." light was illuminated. I walked around the coach, and came back to shut it off. When I checked all my fluid levels and neccesary components of the engine, I tried to crank it again, only once again it wouldn't turn over. I called one of the trainers who traveled along to Fairbanks (Brad) and asked him to return to the shop to assist me. Once he came back, we got it started up again, and it was running real rough. I backed it out of the spot, and drove it around the lot, in which i died anytime I came down to idle speed. Nervous, we called the McKinley Lodge mechanic who said to run it around the bus yard a few times, and then come on southward. He wanted to get it to lodge so that he could continue to work on it. I was worried as the speedometer had trouble kicking in, and also the coach didn't like to idle. I changed my log book and hit the road with Brad following behind me in the van. We made it out of the parking lot, and it died at the first stop. I got it to turn over and realized I just need to hold back at lights so I don't come to an idle. We got on the road in decent time, and the coach was running great from what I could tell. Rich (mechanic) called Brad in the van a couple times and asked how the coach was running, to which he responded that it was going 55 mph up hill so it was doing just fine. We continued on our way and Brad had to make a quick stop in Denali and the Princess lodge to pick up a few boxes of luggage tags. I told him that I was going to press on and I would meet him at the gas station about 15 miles up the road. I went on alone and pulled up to the tracks just outside Denali. According to federal law, commercial passenger vehicles must stop at all train crossings and I knew right away I was going to have issues as my coach sputtered as it came down in gears. When I got down to about 15 mph, I lost all power and coasted to a stop. I probably could have coasted to the opposite side of the tracks but I didn't want to chance not making it completely to the opposite side and being stuck on the tracks. I immediately trying starting it back up, but the coach didn't agree. I went back and turned off the battery for a few minutes, and then switched it back on. Still nothing. I called Brad and he sped to reach the tracks as quick as he could. Rich called the Denali lodge mechanics to come and have us towed out of the road at least. It was quite the ordeal. Sadly, a bunch of Holland America coaches passed by with guests on board, it probably looked really bad. We were towed to the other side of the tracks and the Denali mechanics worked on it while Rich was on his way the hour and a half from McKinley. They found that I had lost oil pressure. They were getting 7 lbs when it runs around 50-60? I don't really know what that means but I did loose pressure. They couldn't resolve the issue though. Rich arrived and all three mechanics stood there scratching their heads. Still no resolution. The coach sat there in the National Park along side the train tracks and road for a couple days until it could be towed back to Fairbanks to be worked on. Brad mentioned princess should gave me a raise, I conveniently placed a moving billboard where i could be seen from all directions from the train and highway traffic! That's optimism if I've ever heard it. I was so nervous, and what was a 9 hour shift turned out to be more like 16.5. At least it was a learning experience with lots of overtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-ZugdItmqTI8/TfFIWT66XEI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Hex_wYUyPdY/s1600/0522111811-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZugdItmqTI8/TfFIWT66XEI/AAAAAAAAC6M/Hex_wYUyPdY/s320/0522111811-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616349758449409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even put up the triangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASUoAbi_LAs/TfFIVxgFO4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/d9muMAYpniU/s1600/0522111811-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASUoAbi_LAs/TfFIVxgFO4I/AAAAAAAAC6E/d9muMAYpniU/s320/0522111811-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616349749210069890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOZTtPvfu6g/TfFIVm-KoVI/AAAAAAAAC58/b7SYNYt8W3M/s1600/0522111800-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOZTtPvfu6g/TfFIVm-KoVI/AAAAAAAAC58/b7SYNYt8W3M/s320/0522111800-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616349746383462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown.&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/6181747544100522395-4364063870358944108?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4364063870358944108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4364063870358944108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4364063870358944108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4364063870358944108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/06/breakdown.html' title='The breakdown'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-KmxjN7LGPZM/TfFIWgDutmI/AAAAAAAAC6U/dZvZYBnsfKQ/s72-c/0522112014-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2250401656696450911</id><published>2011-06-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:01:10.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaskan HEAT</title><content type='html'>It has been so warm here at the lodge. Crazy hot weather. We even got sunburns this past week, and it made for some very interesting long coach rides when the a/c wouldn't cool off lower then 84 degrees. Yuck! But regardless, we try to keep our coaches cooled off, that requires leaving our air on, which means this...on a dirt road.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4E6F1NhOQI/Tegj3PmNxqI/AAAAAAAAC5w/13fj2EdBHS8/s1600/Miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4E6F1NhOQI/Tegj3PmNxqI/AAAAAAAAC5w/13fj2EdBHS8/s320/Miller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613776367503918754" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's bad. Haha, and the worst part, there is people standing behind the coach that got dusted. I have to wash my work pants everyday or else the are all nasty and dusty. This is one of my trainers leaving the Princess office in Talkeetna, Alaska. So crazy how hot and beautiful it's been up here:) Hope everyone back home is as fortunate as I feel right now with this great weather. My driver tan is sure shaping up quite nicely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-2250401656696450911?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2250401656696450911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2250401656696450911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2250401656696450911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2250401656696450911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/06/alaskan-heat.html' title='Alaskan HEAT'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-q4E6F1NhOQI/Tegj3PmNxqI/AAAAAAAAC5w/13fj2EdBHS8/s72-c/Miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-3016363174405330222</id><published>2011-05-13T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:37:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTyqRQl8UlI/Tc3oXKaugmI/AAAAAAAAC5o/STZXde082GQ/s1600/0513111726-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTyqRQl8UlI/Tc3oXKaugmI/AAAAAAAAC5o/STZXde082GQ/s320/0513111726-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392595777225314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCCMXxgui0I/Tc3oW3DVl7I/AAAAAAAAC5g/j_XXr65NxRc/s1600/0512111400-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCCMXxgui0I/Tc3oW3DVl7I/AAAAAAAAC5g/j_XXr65NxRc/s320/0512111400-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392590578849714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2RvZIzKgWo/Tc3oWX0mSHI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Qy6wqeQShmc/s1600/0512111359-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2RvZIzKgWo/Tc3oWX0mSHI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Qy6wqeQShmc/s320/0512111359-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392582195529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2paLHV22PQE/Tc3oWM7uupI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/D8midQ_y2aQ/s1600/0507111107-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2paLHV22PQE/Tc3oWM7uupI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/D8midQ_y2aQ/s320/0507111107-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392579272653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vJFtsMkiNk/Tc3oVzJW2eI/AAAAAAAAC5I/HUKV7py-jCk/s1600/0507111107-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vJFtsMkiNk/Tc3oVzJW2eI/AAAAAAAAC5I/HUKV7py-jCk/s320/0507111107-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392572350487010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain (McKinley aka Denali) has been out almost everyday since we've been here, it's so beautiful! I will never get over this view I have the opportunity to wake up too. Pictures don't even do it justice. The Alaska Range is Majestic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-3016363174405330222?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/3016363174405330222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=3016363174405330222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3016363174405330222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3016363174405330222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/05/denali.html' title='Denali'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-oTyqRQl8UlI/Tc3oXKaugmI/AAAAAAAAC5o/STZXde082GQ/s72-c/0513111726-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7942240173459375092</id><published>2011-05-07T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:24:30.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Commercial Drivers License</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3yOhwkx0U/TcWAIVa5lkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5FJd4CLWM9Y/s1600/Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3yOhwkx0U/TcWAIVa5lkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5FJd4CLWM9Y/s320/Princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604026192009729602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT! My training paid off, and I am now a Professional driver:) It was a real stressful training process, a lot to retain not only for my CDL drive but for the Holland America Princess Alaska Yukon test, there was a lot more riding on my shoulders. But it has paid off, and I couldn't be more relieved. Yesterday I even got to help move the McKinley coaches to the lodge:) I love driving and am so excited for this summer to begin. Above is a Princess decal bus and a Holland America coach. What we trained in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-7942240173459375092?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7942240173459375092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7942240173459375092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7942240173459375092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7942240173459375092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/05/alaska-commercial-drivers-license.html' title='Alaska Commercial Drivers License'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-Ar3yOhwkx0U/TcWAIVa5lkI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5FJd4CLWM9Y/s72-c/Princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-4771935723459805268</id><published>2011-05-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:54:32.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad come to Fairbanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week, I was stressed out beyond belief. I called mom and dad and vented to them and they asked me if it was time for them to come up? Well, needless to say - they showed up! I was pretty excited to see them at a time of such irritation, confusion, and stress. Dad made it just in time to give me a blessing before taking my CDL drive test. I was so nervous, but luckily the blessing helped calm my nerves and reflect the information I have been taught in training. I only had one day to really spend some time with them, Fairbanks training was crazy unorganized, but a blast meeting new people and getting acquainted with individuals who work in different divisions in our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only had Thursday to spend with mom and dad. When I asked them what they wanted to do, they told me they wanted to go to North Pole, Alaska. North Pole is about 15 miles from Fairbanks. Then mom also wanted to see the University of Alaska Fairbanks Muskox and Reindeer research station.  Here are some photos from our day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hP2Eucq2IgI/TcSwxjux9WI/AAAAAAAAC44/3Sy9q6afAjk/s1600/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hP2Eucq2IgI/TcSwxjux9WI/AAAAAAAAC44/3Sy9q6afAjk/s320/IMG_2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603798201807271266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3lBSu66_ys/TcSvq4XVg2I/AAAAAAAAC4w/c6jMkV8zKts/s1600/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3lBSu66_ys/TcSvq4XVg2I/AAAAAAAAC4w/c6jMkV8zKts/s320/IMG_2409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796987575370594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest Reindeer in the pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy6oq05kt5w/TcSvqgQec-I/AAAAAAAAC4o/YxM33xuRdfA/s1600/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy6oq05kt5w/TcSvqgQec-I/AAAAAAAAC4o/YxM33xuRdfA/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796981104145378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni1wt6oNsTA/TcSvqbwKLnI/AAAAAAAAC4g/Kh-J-BzUkHU/s1600/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni1wt6oNsTA/TcSvqbwKLnI/AAAAAAAAC4g/Kh-J-BzUkHU/s320/IMG_2400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796979894857330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing one antler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkC29h9N1JM/TcSvqPEhpjI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/nr1e3x8ATWg/s1600/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkC29h9N1JM/TcSvqPEhpjI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/nr1e3x8ATWg/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796976490620466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a Muskox:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4isK7-tHNHI/TcSvp12762I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/bkCrxBnZ-5A/s1600/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4isK7-tHNHI/TcSvp12762I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/bkCrxBnZ-5A/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796969722735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad and the Muskox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpJaETtu6kE/TcSvQ_QPc2I/AAAAAAAAC4I/LLP4eojOeCg/s1600/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpJaETtu6kE/TcSvQ_QPc2I/AAAAAAAAC4I/LLP4eojOeCg/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796542748062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pd54gUgb-TE/TcSvQW4VUUI/AAAAAAAAC4A/PiLgVLGLYyo/s1600/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pd54gUgb-TE/TcSvQW4VUUI/AAAAAAAAC4A/PiLgVLGLYyo/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796531910365506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg1bks0YAl4/TcSvQHpT79I/AAAAAAAAC34/CH_h0BmnCRc/s1600/IMG_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg1bks0YAl4/TcSvQHpT79I/AAAAAAAAC34/CH_h0BmnCRc/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796527820828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORTH POLE, ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jk03iZeEtM/TcSvP2c4uBI/AAAAAAAAC3w/u_3Ah-v-BiY/s1600/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jk03iZeEtM/TcSvP2c4uBI/AAAAAAAAC3w/u_3Ah-v-BiY/s320/IMG_2411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796523205310482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa Clauses house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIv0J0J9Yjo/TcSvPzMd35I/AAAAAAAAC3o/XCYrCWrUJds/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIv0J0J9Yjo/TcSvPzMd35I/AAAAAAAAC3o/XCYrCWrUJds/s320/IMG_2412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603796522331135890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhu8_XxzNNg/TcStV2PI61I/AAAAAAAAC3g/cUDIMk-mL8c/s1600/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhu8_XxzNNg/TcStV2PI61I/AAAAAAAAC3g/cUDIMk-mL8c/s320/IMG_2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603794427203611474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me riding shot-gun in Santa's sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_cnAld1mKs/TcStV4G6KOI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/KRs1WebexZ4/s1600/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_cnAld1mKs/TcStV4G6KOI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/KRs1WebexZ4/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603794427705960674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFT02BEjnTk/TcStVtuHhFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/D4-ob9CKBOE/s1600/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFT02BEjnTk/TcStVtuHhFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/D4-ob9CKBOE/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603794424917623890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfSc-raE34c/TcStVSqyMJI/AAAAAAAAC3I/luQ1CBaOCLU/s1600/IMG_2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfSc-raE34c/TcStVSqyMJI/AAAAAAAAC3I/luQ1CBaOCLU/s320/IMG_2418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603794417655885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOBZxbCl87A/TcStVIbm2SI/AAAAAAAAC3A/dW2QRY8DmCE/s1600/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOBZxbCl87A/TcStVIbm2SI/AAAAAAAAC3A/dW2QRY8DmCE/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603794414907873570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's Reindeer. A different type of breed form the UAF reindeer. These are much stronger - probably to contribute to their job in December:)&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/6181747544100522395-4771935723459805268?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4771935723459805268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4771935723459805268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4771935723459805268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4771935723459805268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom-and-dad-come-to-fairbanks.html' title='Mom and Dad come to Fairbanks!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-hP2Eucq2IgI/TcSwxjux9WI/AAAAAAAAC44/3Sy9q6afAjk/s72-c/IMG_2407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6766424369761783734</id><published>2011-05-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:52:58.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was Jenni Merkley's last night here in Fairbanks, AK. For her last night in town she wanted to go walk around Pioneer park. It sounded excellent as it was a stressful day of training (long) and also cause it was so nice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEG8tDo7cL4/Tb5CyGsbqJI/AAAAAAAAC24/-IWr_u1LKTo/s1600/P1090146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEG8tDo7cL4/Tb5CyGsbqJI/AAAAAAAAC24/-IWr_u1LKTo/s320/P1090146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601988415053342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska's make-shift milepost sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCGatYWoQxc/Tb5Cx1vg-0I/AAAAAAAAC2w/CE5mZx7fLY8/s1600/P1090138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCGatYWoQxc/Tb5Cx1vg-0I/AAAAAAAAC2w/CE5mZx7fLY8/s320/P1090138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601988410502871874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenni and I partaking of Alaska's state sport! It's part of the Alaskan experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9aI4QuT6Kk/Tb5Cxtf_CpI/AAAAAAAAC2o/_tlRQop1d50/s1600/P1090094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9aI4QuT6Kk/Tb5Cxtf_CpI/AAAAAAAAC2o/_tlRQop1d50/s320/P1090094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601988408290249362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ride at least 8 seconds:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M4d5ntTwMc/Tb5CxnYhiuI/AAAAAAAAC2g/LJOmjH9dgNg/s1600/P1090085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M4d5ntTwMc/Tb5CxnYhiuI/AAAAAAAAC2g/LJOmjH9dgNg/s320/P1090085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601988406648343266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something boys like about a country girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8DIOR_iEF4/Tb5CxOTftAI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/9cDUU4GcUss/s1600/P1090050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8DIOR_iEF4/Tb5CxOTftAI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/9cDUU4GcUss/s320/P1090050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601988399916364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, and climbing on all the equipment specifically marked DO NOT CLIMB, we went over to the playground. So much fun! Alaskans have the best toys. Not sure these would be considered safe in the lower 48. But it's basically a bench seat, and it teeters on giant springs. My parents have to get one for the grandkids....or just us kids. It was such great fun, I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5qV-Ddo00/Tb5BkHw73vI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/hfUEP6P_dO0/s1600/P1090046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qK5qV-Ddo00/Tb5BkHw73vI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/hfUEP6P_dO0/s320/P1090046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601987075310870258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k5dw5052Ow/Tb5BjodlKkI/AAAAAAAAC2I/t8WGQ2jZ4Uo/s1600/P1090042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k5dw5052Ow/Tb5BjodlKkI/AAAAAAAAC2I/t8WGQ2jZ4Uo/s320/P1090042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601987066908191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-4-4CwDPBpzM/Tb5BjbXdmJI/AAAAAAAAC2A/FJmezOqkjxs/s1600/P1090033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-4CwDPBpzM/Tb5BjbXdmJI/AAAAAAAAC2A/FJmezOqkjxs/s320/P1090033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601987063392868498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also walked around the train tracks. Almost the whole way around the park. The boys wanted a ride, they got tired of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xtWsDpPwR0Q/Tb5Bi-qJXpI/AAAAAAAAC14/jD_HfLDqQ5I/s1600/P1090032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xtWsDpPwR0Q/Tb5Bi-qJXpI/AAAAAAAAC14/jD_HfLDqQ5I/s320/P1090032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601987055686606482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original engine that carried the miners to the dredges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2v3J4dZHvU/Tb5BincbJEI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gqi0zW96whE/s1600/P1090025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2v3J4dZHvU/Tb5BincbJEI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gqi0zW96whE/s320/P1090025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601987049455035458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-Hx_6ECnieJM/Tb5BAog4YzI/AAAAAAAAC1o/pIz_bslTEpI/s1600/P1090017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx_6ECnieJM/Tb5BAog4YzI/AAAAAAAAC1o/pIz_bslTEpI/s320/P1090017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986465626612530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairbanks was founded in the early 1900's. Once gold was found, prospectors from all over migrated to the Fairbanks and surrounding areas to seek employment and gold. The one room cabins they built were relocated to this pioneer park and restored for viewing. In the summer, they put gift shops inside. They are awesome. Not sure I could live in a one room dry cabin for long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_Jq5bOOsJI/Tb5BAW-DlnI/AAAAAAAAC1g/c59-s95MVlU/s1600/P1090018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_Jq5bOOsJI/Tb5BAW-DlnI/AAAAAAAAC1g/c59-s95MVlU/s320/P1090018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986460917143154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LYl80ZYg9k/Tb5BAOO7KBI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/FbI9wC_20sg/s1600/P1090019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LYl80ZYg9k/Tb5BAOO7KBI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/FbI9wC_20sg/s320/P1090019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986458571974674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park had a big stinky dog walking around, he was so smelly....but...he was still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-SIClSF7sL1c/Tb5A_mhYWlI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/FiNzOotn_TU/s1600/P1090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIClSF7sL1c/Tb5A_mhYWlI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/FiNzOotn_TU/s320/P1090021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986447911967314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10wGkrvDY3Q/Tb5A_UAF0pI/AAAAAAAAC1I/sjcACvX6VwU/s1600/P1090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10wGkrvDY3Q/Tb5A_UAF0pI/AAAAAAAAC1I/sjcACvX6VwU/s320/P1090024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601986442940502674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMBv3zJXOL4/Tb5Ak_VSg-I/AAAAAAAAC1A/CNKc65Ju8Mw/s1600/P1090015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMBv3zJXOL4/Tb5Ak_VSg-I/AAAAAAAAC1A/CNKc65Ju8Mw/s320/P1090015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601985990715671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old downtown Fairbanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWcFDi1O0O4/Tb5AklnAdiI/AAAAAAAAC04/F2TyRZVi5M4/s1600/P1090013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWcFDi1O0O4/Tb5AklnAdiI/AAAAAAAAC04/F2TyRZVi5M4/s320/P1090013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601985983810663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckpJJS3L7Wg/Tb5AkdQnnmI/AAAAAAAAC0w/r90YT-YXkpY/s1600/P1090152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckpJJS3L7Wg/Tb5AkdQnnmI/AAAAAAAAC0w/r90YT-YXkpY/s320/P1090152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601985981569277538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6uKSUKxNUg/Tb5Aj7KnEvI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Maw-OJwKTF0/s1600/P1090014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6uKSUKxNUg/Tb5Aj7KnEvI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Maw-OJwKTF0/s320/P1090014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601985972417270514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gbQQYy4GEmI/Tb5AjuHexqI/AAAAAAAAC0g/WcDgvLzYzdc/s1600/P1090009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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I worked 8am - 4pm co-driving with another McKinley Lodge driver named Polly.  For the morning session we went all over Fairbanks. Touring through downtown doing some high density driving, and then out to the University of Alaska - Fairbanks. We decided to head out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steese&lt;/span&gt; Highway to visit the pipeline, and do some logbook training. When we stopped, our trainer helped Polly update her book as the driver (by flagging a new location). We were only going to be out of the coach for a few minutes to snap a couple pictures, and do a quick mid-trip inspection of our coach. After taking photos, we headed back to our vehicle, and noticed a white SUV waiting there in front of us. I turned to Joe (the trainer) and asked, "hey is that what a DOT car looks like." Joe then sighed nervously, sure enough we had the opportunity to have a run in with the DOT official. He approached us kindly and asked to see Id's, Medical Cards, Log books and vehicle information. We complied and waited nervously hoping we crossed our T's and dotted our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt;. He came back with the report to find that nothing was wrong! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yayy&lt;/span&gt;! What a relief. We then decided it was time to take a short lunch break before heading back out on the road. The afternoon was less eventful. I got tired of being in the back seat the second half of the afternoon, but I'm becoming more and more confident in my driving abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S7k74Rp0xY/TboljrufjpI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/yviZ1v3iChM/s1600/DSCN2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S7k74Rp0xY/TboljrufjpI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/yviZ1v3iChM/s320/DSCN2116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830381552012946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe checking Polly's log book before leaving the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3iApF8lWxQ/TboljbEtNRI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/znkitjr-YE0/s1600/DSCN2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3iApF8lWxQ/TboljbEtNRI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/znkitjr-YE0/s320/DSCN2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830377081779474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alaska pipeline and visitors center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90OmY4ozTk/TbolTwm4evI/AAAAAAAAC0I/3XkCK99etQM/s1600/DSCN2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K90OmY4ozTk/TbolTwm4evI/AAAAAAAAC0I/3XkCK99etQM/s320/DSCN2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830107984362226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milestone post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vtS6pQAtgA/TbolTYA2ftI/AAAAAAAAC0A/vvl9Ek8Vlo4/s1600/DSCN2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vtS6pQAtgA/TbolTYA2ftI/AAAAAAAAC0A/vvl9Ek8Vlo4/s320/DSCN2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830101382397650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently people try climbing on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--HMmWdAH-3o/TbolS3BZmVI/AAAAAAAACz4/tBwk4BRopjM/s1600/DSCN2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--HMmWdAH-3o/TbolS3BZmVI/AAAAAAAACz4/tBwk4BRopjM/s320/DSCN2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830092526328146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down the pipeline. So fascinating!  Also, notice how halfway down it looks dull in color? Well, that is due to the fact they shine the pipeline at the view point to look more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-488efKtAI2w/TbolSgbDrAI/AAAAAAAACzw/H8p2w442cYg/s1600/DSCN2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-488efKtAI2w/TbolSgbDrAI/AAAAAAAACzw/H8p2w442cYg/s320/DSCN2127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830086459927554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the pipeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9JFHsbjwqg/TbolSYlS_RI/AAAAAAAACzo/1Tx19RLx1FU/s1600/DSCN2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9JFHsbjwqg/TbolSYlS_RI/AAAAAAAACzo/1Tx19RLx1FU/s320/DSCN2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600830084355390738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Ae0wIzR8M/TbokrIhFfRI/AAAAAAAACzg/5Ap6s8YAdrc/s1600/DSCN2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Ae0wIzR8M/TbokrIhFfRI/AAAAAAAACzg/5Ap6s8YAdrc/s320/DSCN2122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829410027863314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A retired Pig. A pig is a type of instrument that they run through the pipeline from one point, to another check point. The pig rotates around as it moves along the pipeline, cleaning up the edges of the pipe, ensuring that the flow is smooth and sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlIdmTsDo3s/TbokqqT7TKI/AAAAAAAACzY/kLiAUKnFiTE/s1600/DSCN2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlIdmTsDo3s/TbokqqT7TKI/AAAAAAAACzY/kLiAUKnFiTE/s320/DSCN2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829401919605922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of a Pig in the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jb6cl8jDr1E/TbokqIvkPjI/AAAAAAAACzQ/mB6npnVr4MU/s1600/DSCN2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jb6cl8jDr1E/TbokqIvkPjI/AAAAAAAACzQ/mB6npnVr4MU/s320/DSCN2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829392908729906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oD9xcBNbTQ/TbokpiTtUoI/AAAAAAAACzI/2rM2LqBqqpQ/s1600/DSCN2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oD9xcBNbTQ/TbokpiTtUoI/AAAAAAAACzI/2rM2LqBqqpQ/s320/DSCN2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829382591337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of Alaska structure inside a pipe cut. This shows the Route of the pipeline. If I'm not mistaken, the Trans Alaska Pipeline runs from Alaska's North Slope to Valdez. It has a series of coolers/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refrigerators&lt;/span&gt; placed in the ground to ensure  that the pipeline does not heat up the ground, adversely effecting the permafrost below. The line is over 800 miles long, and passes through 3 Alaska mountain ranges.  Over 15 billion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;barrels&lt;/span&gt; of oil has moved through the pipeline, thus repaying the initial 8 billion dollar debt (cost to build in 1977).  It's so amazing to see in person. It is also rewarding as my Grandpa Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scouller&lt;/span&gt; worked on the pipeline in the 70's. I am so happy to be able to be in Alaska and see some of the sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDtunhVqWNk/TbokpVcrweI/AAAAAAAACzA/JOhCrq60KXU/s1600/DSCN2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDtunhVqWNk/TbokpVcrweI/AAAAAAAACzA/JOhCrq60KXU/s320/DSCN2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600829379139322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the coach, and this is proof of the inspector running his report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day of training! Hopefully I will be testing sometime early next week!&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/6181747544100522395-21673325667445493?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/21673325667445493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=21673325667445493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/21673325667445493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/21673325667445493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/alaska-pipeline.html' title='Alaska Pipeline'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-1S7k74Rp0xY/TboljrufjpI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/yviZ1v3iChM/s72-c/DSCN2116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7572799638394962642</id><published>2011-04-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:41:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqtKaEz7MRw/TbhiS68hBLI/AAAAAAAACy4/-CLQG3tyndI/s1600/0426112217-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqtKaEz7MRw/TbhiS68hBLI/AAAAAAAACy4/-CLQG3tyndI/s320/0426112217-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600334213835457714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are the best:) They sent me an Easter package. Due to the wonderfully speedy USPS it actually didn't arrive until the Tuesday after, but that's ok with me:) In my box was a stuffed animal, lots of candy, and hair ties. The package was so thoughtful and definetly makes being away from home on the holidays - that much easier. I love my mom and dad, and their efforts to put a smile on my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-7572799638394962642?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7572799638394962642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7572799638394962642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7572799638394962642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7572799638394962642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-MqtKaEz7MRw/TbhiS68hBLI/AAAAAAAACy4/-CLQG3tyndI/s72-c/0426112217-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2634461136188274844</id><published>2011-04-17T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:56:47.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chena Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OFF:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what did we do you may ask? We  went to explore! We heard Chena Hot  Springs was a must see. So we got  permission to drive the 56 miles to  the resort. The hot springs was $10  for an all day pass. It consisted  of an indoor pool, and a natural hot  spring outside. It was beautiful,  and it helped that it was the warmest  day (so far) this year.  We had  the opportunity to see wildlife along  the way, and also walk through  The largest year round ice museum in the  united states. It was  fantastic. Most of my photos are from the ice  museum. It was so  facsinating. In fact, their two carvers together have  acquired more  than 100 awards for their work. Including MULTIPLE world  championships.  They carve for most of the recent olympics as well. It  was so  beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1s9J8DAPQY/Tau2B2ZBe9I/AAAAAAAACyw/oIboyUS4R3E/s1600/222184_10150168641753158_554088157_6713772_4800871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1s9J8DAPQY/Tau2B2ZBe9I/AAAAAAAACyw/oIboyUS4R3E/s320/222184_10150168641753158_554088157_6713772_4800871_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596767104834567122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJxHhopxnIo/Tau166f0_kI/AAAAAAAACyo/_9a1XesAmZo/s1600/217193_10150168641808158_554088157_6713773_4698136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJxHhopxnIo/Tau166f0_kI/AAAAAAAACyo/_9a1XesAmZo/s320/217193_10150168641808158_554088157_6713773_4698136_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596766985677766210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq2m6ItUO04/Tau16_QHkOI/AAAAAAAACyg/7TPeumMuwHA/s1600/216317_10150168641853158_554088157_6713774_870509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq2m6ItUO04/Tau16_QHkOI/AAAAAAAACyg/7TPeumMuwHA/s320/216317_10150168641853158_554088157_6713774_870509_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596766986954051810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni and Phillip Merkley, Me, and Brian Lanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO_KkrceSMo/Tau16miE-6I/AAAAAAAACyY/YJK4Nufyi-E/s1600/215315_10150168636953158_554088157_6713727_6671206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO_KkrceSMo/Tau16miE-6I/AAAAAAAACyY/YJK4Nufyi-E/s320/215315_10150168636953158_554088157_6713727_6671206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596766980318493602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJCQMRtpUYo/Tau16jpRK5I/AAAAAAAACyQ/qDbwL8xsodM/s1600/207312_10150168638438158_554088157_6713743_7165001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJCQMRtpUYo/Tau16jpRK5I/AAAAAAAACyQ/qDbwL8xsodM/s320/207312_10150168638438158_554088157_6713743_7165001_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596766979543346066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1HpNhtIptE/Tau16ZldsOI/AAAAAAAACyI/LkmQvy8PkUg/s1600/207208_10150168638653158_554088157_6713748_1058267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1HpNhtIptE/Tau16ZldsOI/AAAAAAAACyI/LkmQvy8PkUg/s320/207208_10150168638653158_554088157_6713748_1058267_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596766976843034850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVK5oV4_zU8/Tauw5mP6FgI/AAAAAAAACyA/ck-BovidIkA/s1600/DSCN2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVK5oV4_zU8/Tauw5mP6FgI/AAAAAAAACyA/ck-BovidIkA/s320/DSCN2050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596761465504273922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ice Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrmV4MYbGF8/Tauw5YWJi6I/AAAAAAAACx4/QD-iWhpQuXo/s1600/DSCN2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrmV4MYbGF8/Tauw5YWJi6I/AAAAAAAACx4/QD-iWhpQuXo/s320/DSCN2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596761461772356514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-4WJu7gQ7JGQ/Tauw5PvB-FI/AAAAAAAACxw/hUb2i4mhqR8/s1600/DSCN2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WJu7gQ7JGQ/Tauw5PvB-FI/AAAAAAAACxw/hUb2i4mhqR8/s320/DSCN2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596761459460798546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group - (back) Darell, Jay, Brian, Phillip (Front) Leah, Jenni, Me, Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dujlSOg7t8/Tauw46EJjCI/AAAAAAAACxo/4wEDoKRHUnA/s1600/DSCN2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dujlSOg7t8/Tauw46EJjCI/AAAAAAAACxo/4wEDoKRHUnA/s320/DSCN2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596761453643795490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first model of POLARIS Snowmobile (aka: Snow machine in Alaska)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxcU9vQpFAc/TautbrQ62zI/AAAAAAAACxg/LIMF1vh-MBE/s1600/DSCN2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxcU9vQpFAc/TautbrQ62zI/AAAAAAAACxg/LIMF1vh-MBE/s320/DSCN2110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757652919737138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Moose, to and from the resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aP5HE9Dxbw/TautbFBPUbI/AAAAAAAACxY/AerjSEgl_6U/s1600/DSCN2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aP5HE9Dxbw/TautbFBPUbI/AAAAAAAACxY/AerjSEgl_6U/s320/DSCN2108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757642653422002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tools and work corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miE5NUUxuG0/Tauta8nxhnI/AAAAAAAACxQ/p6rj3Rf8MuE/s1600/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miE5NUUxuG0/Tauta8nxhnI/AAAAAAAACxQ/p6rj3Rf8MuE/s320/DSCN2109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757640399128178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFgFfrbi_oc/TautLkEuimI/AAAAAAAACxI/-S_29eb_rME/s1600/DSCN2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFgFfrbi_oc/TautLkEuimI/AAAAAAAACxI/-S_29eb_rME/s320/DSCN2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757376111643234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-lCUK1B_q5Hs/TautLTicklI/AAAAAAAACxA/2262AAWKQFs/s1600/DSCN2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCUK1B_q5Hs/TautLTicklI/AAAAAAAACxA/2262AAWKQFs/s320/DSCN2103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757371672891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had all the ice lit with fiber-optics or colored lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RER1g5aK7IA/TautLF98zGI/AAAAAAAACw4/AuQjoqpYH3Q/s1600/DSCN2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RER1g5aK7IA/TautLF98zGI/AAAAAAAACw4/AuQjoqpYH3Q/s320/DSCN2100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757368030153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgIjwMDPc6I/TautKyNpYjI/AAAAAAAACww/Pb-kO-dWxIY/s1600/DSCN2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgIjwMDPc6I/TautKyNpYjI/AAAAAAAACww/Pb-kO-dWxIY/s320/DSCN2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757362727281202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chena Hot Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m0VTkDKkXY/TautKgtxLLI/AAAAAAAACwo/pAtShQjzjiA/s1600/DSCN2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m0VTkDKkXY/TautKgtxLLI/AAAAAAAACwo/pAtShQjzjiA/s320/DSCN2092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596757358030171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip and Jenni laying on one of the beds in one of four ice bedrooms your can rent. These rooms are apart of their hotel. They have no amenities other then being able to say, "I slept in an ice bedroom." When you rent the room, for a pricey $700.00 you also get a room in the moose lodge - in case you can't stand the cold. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5y1EGIjImg4/TausTcA30YI/AAAAAAAACwg/mZfCtOpP8Uk/s1600/DSCN2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5y1EGIjImg4/TausTcA30YI/AAAAAAAACwg/mZfCtOpP8Uk/s320/DSCN2090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756411875316098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlehbeaUMhQ/TausTAL4chI/AAAAAAAACwY/rJyUNi55FtQ/s1600/DSCN2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlehbeaUMhQ/TausTAL4chI/AAAAAAAACwY/rJyUNi55FtQ/s320/DSCN2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756404405301778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFRGg8tfGwI/TausSzzn92I/AAAAAAAACwQ/x-zAHVw4syw/s1600/DSCN2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFRGg8tfGwI/TausSzzn92I/AAAAAAAACwQ/x-zAHVw4syw/s320/DSCN2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756401082333026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AL5IDQ0uqS4/TausStsnJzI/AAAAAAAACwI/iH8BtlDZtrQ/s1600/DSCN2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AL5IDQ0uqS4/TausStsnJzI/AAAAAAAACwI/iH8BtlDZtrQ/s320/DSCN2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756399442306866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exZSqnsgowY/TausSRbjAfI/AAAAAAAACwA/XHWle8mHn4s/s1600/DSCN2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exZSqnsgowY/TausSRbjAfI/AAAAAAAACwA/XHWle8mHn4s/s320/DSCN2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756391854539250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-PYQ6v8HCjVg/TaurzgZv-II/AAAAAAAACv4/2S6kTXxZOKM/s1600/DSCN2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYQ6v8HCjVg/TaurzgZv-II/AAAAAAAACv4/2S6kTXxZOKM/s320/DSCN2077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755863297587330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual coca cola ice bear that is used in the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhYkpktcxfc/TaurzdYLp8I/AAAAAAAACvw/V9vMdV76PdY/s1600/DSCN2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhYkpktcxfc/TaurzdYLp8I/AAAAAAAACvw/V9vMdV76PdY/s320/DSCN2074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755862485706690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBwQp2VYbBc/Taury0YF05I/AAAAAAAACvo/s8CcKYWthvU/s1600/DSCN2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBwQp2VYbBc/Taury0YF05I/AAAAAAAACvo/s8CcKYWthvU/s320/DSCN2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755851479470994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1u5wshS-sY/Tauryh04XhI/AAAAAAAACvg/eNudivNXxxo/s1600/DSCN2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1u5wshS-sY/Tauryh04XhI/AAAAAAAACvg/eNudivNXxxo/s320/DSCN2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755846499950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MwoafvYh_k/TauryQR4pPI/AAAAAAAACvY/3FsXY_GvuZ0/s1600/DSCN2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MwoafvYh_k/TauryQR4pPI/AAAAAAAACvY/3FsXY_GvuZ0/s320/DSCN2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755841789764850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tprRfSUI30I/TauqhF3stUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/nBr0wrcSUf4/s1600/DSCN2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tprRfSUI30I/TauqhF3stUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/nBr0wrcSUf4/s320/DSCN2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596754447426172226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-PG5xN43uHT0/TauqgzT2RjI/AAAAAAAACvI/85qZ4a1ha4A/s1600/DSCN2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PG5xN43uHT0/TauqgzT2RjI/AAAAAAAACvI/85qZ4a1ha4A/s320/DSCN2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596754442443966002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each chess piece represents a wild animal found in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTDFM519dTA/Tauqggg0qHI/AAAAAAAACvA/LVfY5FtNWMY/s1600/DSCN2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTDFM519dTA/Tauqggg0qHI/AAAAAAAACvA/LVfY5FtNWMY/s320/DSCN2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596754437398112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C6MTs1Wt9Y/TauqgqgmnVI/AAAAAAAACu4/ellLd08CNJc/s1600/DSCN2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C6MTs1Wt9Y/TauqgqgmnVI/AAAAAAAACu4/ellLd08CNJc/s320/DSCN2063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596754440081546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDuwIQi4zt8/TauqgQ8pz9I/AAAAAAAACuw/R1_Q_Xbrljw/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDuwIQi4zt8/TauqgQ8pz9I/AAAAAAAACuw/R1_Q_Xbrljw/s320/DSCN2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596754433219874770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLU24-CShiw/TauqCWw4myI/AAAAAAAACuo/eyK5YECZJSE/s1600/DSCN2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLU24-CShiw/TauqCWw4myI/AAAAAAAACuo/eyK5YECZJSE/s320/DSCN2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596753919385049890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBHAk_7gzRU/TauqCMvvYfI/AAAAAAAACug/UCGIJ--pg3I/s1600/DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBHAk_7gzRU/TauqCMvvYfI/AAAAAAAACug/UCGIJ--pg3I/s320/DSCN2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596753916695896562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0C96tAYGWM/TauqB4SN_9I/AAAAAAAACuY/RCHToXywRaQ/s1600/DSCN2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0C96tAYGWM/TauqB4SN_9I/AAAAAAAACuY/RCHToXywRaQ/s320/DSCN2058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596753911203364818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTnE_CllF6U/TauqBWi_svI/AAAAAAAACuQ/RTGlJDYx56w/s1600/DSCN2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTnE_CllF6U/TauqBWi_svI/AAAAAAAACuQ/RTGlJDYx56w/s320/DSCN2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596753902146925298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0y1L54ynzA/TauqBHCdkKI/AAAAAAAACuI/oJZ8nOCLJNc/s1600/DSCN2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0y1L54ynzA/TauqBHCdkKI/AAAAAAAACuI/oJZ8nOCLJNc/s320/DSCN2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596753897983938722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-2634461136188274844?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2634461136188274844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2634461136188274844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2634461136188274844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2634461136188274844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/chena-hot-springs.html' title='Chena Hot Springs'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-C1s9J8DAPQY/Tau2B2ZBe9I/AAAAAAAACyw/oIboyUS4R3E/s72-c/222184_10150168641753158_554088157_6713772_4800871_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1033700755612733979</id><published>2011-04-16T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:11:18.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves me:)</title><content type='html'>Right before I left, Kevin gave me the most beautiful piece of jewelry as a promise.  It sparkles, and shines and fits perfectly. We were going to have it sized to a quarter size bigger, but it would take a week to two weeks, so we opted to just go through the summer with it just the way it is. It's hard to get a good picture of it, you have to have just the right lighting (especially with my phone) But it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L&lt;/span&gt; none-the-less. So, what does this ring mean. It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMISE RING&lt;/span&gt;. It means I'm taken, and I love him. This sumer will be such an adventure, but it will be great to save up some money, enjoy the great weather, focus on work, work hard, and come back to a wonderful boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real nice of him to find something so pretty for me to always remember him by. He is the greatest:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FYI : To all those who like drama - this is not an engagement ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz7v_eh6qIQ/TapLOE67lMI/AAAAAAAACuA/6P06qiJmG38/s1600/0415112010-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz7v_eh6qIQ/TapLOE67lMI/AAAAAAAACuA/6P06qiJmG38/s320/0415112010-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596368192172430530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-1033700755612733979?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1033700755612733979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1033700755612733979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1033700755612733979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1033700755612733979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-loves-me.html' title='He loves me:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-iz7v_eh6qIQ/TapLOE67lMI/AAAAAAAACuA/6P06qiJmG38/s72-c/0415112010-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-5104548445728165054</id><published>2011-04-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:05:53.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skills Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dB4SolNDTak/TapJz1FGgfI/AAAAAAAACt4/-ioxCCFep5E/s1600/0416111159-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dB4SolNDTak/TapJz1FGgfI/AAAAAAAACt4/-ioxCCFep5E/s320/0416111159-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596366641731895794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy! I can sucessfully say I parallel parked the coach. It's a hard task - or so they say. I had a double training session today. Spent all day in the parking lot maneuvering through obstacles courses. I didn't really find them that difficult. In fact, my trainer made me go the extra mile, and go backwards through the obstacles...NO ONE ELSE DID THAT! But it was great, I was able to accomplish this feat with little to not instruction the first few times, then he stepped off and he had me complete them a few times on my own:) Although no one else did this specific step (going backwards) I feel as though I am more comfortable with my vehicle, and the depths and diameters required to maneuver tight turns. The courses set up were Parallel parking, both from drivers side and opposite, Off set ally (and backing), 90 _____ dock (don't remember the name) and slollum forward and backing through cones. It was such a pleasant day. The weather was spectacular, the sun was shining and I even got a little bit of a tan through my front windshield. I am feeling more and more comfortable with the coach, and becoming more familiar with my mirrors. This is all a whole new experience and I'm loving all the learning I can get through this training!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-5104548445728165054?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5104548445728165054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5104548445728165054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5104548445728165054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5104548445728165054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/skills-tests.html' title='Skills Tests'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-dB4SolNDTak/TapJz1FGgfI/AAAAAAAACt4/-ioxCCFep5E/s72-c/0416111159-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-4384097700355670924</id><published>2011-04-15T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:01:04.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Through Downtown Fairbanks With Jenni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhUA0Ogr1mo/TakcIhWzn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/edpE30DGDYc/s1600/DSCN2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhUA0Ogr1mo/TakcIhWzn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/edpE30DGDYc/s320/DSCN2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596034944703111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather has been absolutely beautiful this week here in Fairbanks, Alaska. Everyday Jenni Merkley and I talk about going on a walk, but our schedules have not panned out accordingly. This afternoon was exceptionally warm, so after all her runs to and from the office, we met up and walked. We had no specific destination, just wanted to see downtown. We are only about 2 or 3 blocks from City Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gmZpbsDuII/TakcIPxlV7I/AAAAAAAACto/yQYDFhPm8eY/s1600/DSCN2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gmZpbsDuII/TakcIPxlV7I/AAAAAAAACto/yQYDFhPm8eY/s320/DSCN2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596034939983583154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown is relatively small, I was surprised. It was like downtown Coeur D'Alene, Idaho. The buildings weren't too tall, and it downtown is confined to about 8x8 blocks.  Here is the old Northern Lights Hotel, it looks like it used to be so nice, but not its all boarded up. You can even see that some of the windows are open! I don't know the meaning of the sign, but it was kind of funny. The building is abandoned and now for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_o0qw6LJFY/TakbCZb9S4I/AAAAAAAACtg/eamtQqbQ1mo/s1600/DSCN2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_o0qw6LJFY/TakbCZb9S4I/AAAAAAAACtg/eamtQqbQ1mo/s320/DSCN2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596033739986389890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are gift shops practically on every corner. Only they are more sketchy then the gift shops we are used to in the lower 48. These gift shops are houses, turned into business. Most of them have way too many signs on the exterior, and animal sheds along the yard and roofs for either fences or decor - i'm not quite sure, maybe they serve as a dual purpose. This particular shop, they don't let you leave unless you buy something - so I've heard. We had some coworkers go in this past week, and they couple wouldn't stop talking to them, and kept following them around showing them how nice everything was and kept trying to ring them up, wouldn't let them leave until they finally agreed to purchase something. Desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCoYIYiMnSA/TakZPTAo-_I/AAAAAAAACtY/GVNJHpFlcxM/s1600/DSCN2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCoYIYiMnSA/TakZPTAo-_I/AAAAAAAACtY/GVNJHpFlcxM/s320/DSCN2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596031762576243698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the buildings are abandoned. This is an abandoned restaurant. The window panes were all painted over, and most windows are cracked and broken. The building was bright Yellow, Red, and Green - looked like a poorly painted nightclub, or Oishi in downtown Sandpoint, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE0JXC6_Mjk/TakYZAbtUQI/AAAAAAAACtQ/G9Dh5mhJfEc/s1600/DSCN2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE0JXC6_Mjk/TakYZAbtUQI/AAAAAAAACtQ/G9Dh5mhJfEc/s320/DSCN2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596030829876564226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I took this picture. This was a foam "M" from a sign that had fallen to the ground. I guess maybe this is my attempt at being artistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_pZGatqQE/TakXNT2CCyI/AAAAAAAACs4/eyDsuKdGEnA/s1600/DSCN2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yV_pZGatqQE/TakXNT2CCyI/AAAAAAAACs4/eyDsuKdGEnA/s320/DSCN2031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596029529417190178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fairbanks has predicted that we will see $5.00 a gallon this summer here in Alaska. Boy, these coaches are really going to be expensive to run this summer. I mean, this place doesn't have diesel but it is running at about $4.53 (ish). That's just plain crazy! One small town here in alaska down South on the coast has the fuel shipped in, but the river is running too low this week (haven't heard why) and they couldn't get it up there. So they started flying in the barrels, but in the meantime, that small town is seeing $9.20 a gallon. RIDICULOUS! Just stop driving when it get's that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knbQirVSs88/TakXNMB_FBI/AAAAAAAACsw/vAKfjuAtpWA/s1600/DSCN2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knbQirVSs88/TakXNMB_FBI/AAAAAAAACsw/vAKfjuAtpWA/s320/DSCN2032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596029527319843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotel is on Noble street. What a coincidence:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtXNsMbWeIA/TakXM5myUFI/AAAAAAAACso/KrCU8LRt0-E/s1600/DSCN2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtXNsMbWeIA/TakXM5myUFI/AAAAAAAACso/KrCU8LRt0-E/s320/DSCN2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596029522373922898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WWII memorial in the park downtown. During the war, Fairbanks' air base allowed russian airplanes to use the base. They picked up many planes from the base, and flew them across to Serbia. This is the monment signifying the relationship we shared at that time with the Serbian pilots as they relayed on Alaskans as ally's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19PzxxJkK-k/TakWtN9sSWI/AAAAAAAACsg/P-6XHprYQRw/s1600/DSCN2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19PzxxJkK-k/TakWtN9sSWI/AAAAAAAACsg/P-6XHprYQRw/s320/DSCN2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596028978082892130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy how close Alaska and Russia really are. If you look at the Aleutian Islands, you see how the wrap around? Crazy huh. And look at Alaska! I heard today that the flight to New York and Hawaii is the same distance from Fairbanks, and it takes a quarter of the time to fly to Moscow Russia. Now that is fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbExd676RxY/TakWsvuZhBI/AAAAAAAACsY/rdj84GLlxF0/s1600/DSCN2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbExd676RxY/TakWsvuZhBI/AAAAAAAACsY/rdj84GLlxF0/s320/DSCN2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596028969965683730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote by President Roosevelt in 1945. It is inscribed on the bottom of the monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGSEb5L5tr8/TakWsaUV8eI/AAAAAAAACsQ/7jS0UDQeLIk/s1600/DSCN2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGSEb5L5tr8/TakWsaUV8eI/AAAAAAAACsQ/7jS0UDQeLIk/s320/DSCN2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596028964219253218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the three flags behind the monument. That would be the USA flag, The Russian flag, and the Alaska state flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eO-_t2j_-Os/TakWsLNmPiI/AAAAAAAACsI/SdctikfIoAY/s1600/DSCN2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eO-_t2j_-Os/TakWsLNmPiI/AAAAAAAACsI/SdctikfIoAY/s320/DSCN2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596028960164429346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weird sculpture we hiked through snow to see. We don't know what the significance is. But the below picture has the silhouettes of these men with their names engraved in the steel...they are all names of chiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96T8GF96S7k/TakWrj6fXII/AAAAAAAACsA/rCCC8b9-KPw/s1600/DSCN2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96T8GF96S7k/TakWrj6fXII/AAAAAAAACsA/rCCC8b9-KPw/s320/DSCN2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596028949615303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-UkSZZTrE/TakVy9dreYI/AAAAAAAACr4/3Zjc8LnTdo4/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-UkSZZTrE/TakVy9dreYI/AAAAAAAACr4/3Zjc8LnTdo4/s320/DSCN2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596027977221241218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of this truck is a giant water tank. This is a very common site here in the interior. Fairbanks, being as large as it is (approx. 98,000 people) has many areas that don't have running water. In the rural areas, about 40% of interior Alaskans have no running water. They store water in the huge tanks that they fill in town, and take out to their cabins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrKWqoWFL1I/TakVyj-tzBI/AAAAAAAACrw/FTSIkrjRmlk/s1600/DSCN2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrKWqoWFL1I/TakVyj-tzBI/AAAAAAAACrw/FTSIkrjRmlk/s320/DSCN2013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596027970380483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni and I on the walking bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3i12a7vuPA/TakVyTVkW0I/AAAAAAAACro/YIdL9X0ZKqc/s1600/DSCN2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3i12a7vuPA/TakVyTVkW0I/AAAAAAAACro/YIdL9X0ZKqc/s320/DSCN2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596027965912931138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another monument we saw was an Eskimo family. Signifying the history of past-times of the interior of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljuY356G29c/TakVyIEZRzI/AAAAAAAACrg/rcNONm_aCsQ/s1600/DSCN2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljuY356G29c/TakVyIEZRzI/AAAAAAAACrg/rcNONm_aCsQ/s320/DSCN2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596027962888111922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall the walk was very fun and informational. We found a couple museums to look into, and hopefully see before leaving Fairbanks in 2-3 weeks. I want to see as much as I can. I know that we plan to attend the University of Alaska museum which has a mammoth, and many other artifacts dug up in the Boreal Forrest and permafrost. I'm so excited to learn as much as I can to develop a tour to give the guests on my coach an enjoyable tour. I loved spending time out in the sun, walking. It's nice and refreshing to get out of the hotel and see the sites like a real tourist does:)&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/6181747544100522395-4384097700355670924?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4384097700355670924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4384097700355670924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4384097700355670924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4384097700355670924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-through-downtown-fairbanks-with.html' title='A Walk Through Downtown Fairbanks With Jenni'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-xhUA0Ogr1mo/TakcIhWzn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/edpE30DGDYc/s72-c/DSCN2016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-3219875231580910439</id><published>2011-04-15T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:08:00.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairbanks Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am having so much fun learning here in Fairbanks, Alaska. The weather has been absolutely fantastic as we have begun our driving. This week I have been back and forth to the office, clinic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; so many times - I lost track of how many. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; I took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Air bakes&lt;/span&gt;, and Passenger endorsement tests. I did not pass the Air brakes test so I had to return. After passing they printed me two licenses, one: An Alaska state drivers license, two: An Alaska state commercial drivers permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvPEq62kcRc/TaigmEzt2zI/AAAAAAAACq4/HDGhHFyjjgM/s1600/0412111142-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvPEq62kcRc/TaigmEzt2zI/AAAAAAAACq4/HDGhHFyjjgM/s320/0412111142-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899112993970994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once certified I made my way to the clinic to have a DOT physical done.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;work safe&lt;/span&gt; clinic was a mad house - literally. All the nurses and employee's were tripping on one another. My appointment and physical was completed in a hallway, is that legal?  I then returned to the office on Tuesday to take in all my paperwork and get all signed up to drive and train. Wednesday we had class from 8-5, which meant that the morning was spent out observing the coaches and going over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-trip inspections. This was the first time I had ever really paid much attention to the back of the coach. After the inspections we returned to the conference room to complete our module lessons. We then took a short quiz and were done for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfoRszxZSbI/Taigm2-W54I/AAAAAAAACrQ/xsf9_vm_fBg/s1600/0413111233-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfoRszxZSbI/Taigm2-W54I/AAAAAAAACrQ/xsf9_vm_fBg/s320/0413111233-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899126460376962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on lunch, I had time to read the newspaper. Here is an ad that is interesting. First, his name is Ryan Bandy - is that even a real name. Second, look how cheesy and young he is - i mean yes, i want him to plan my funeral. Third, Funeral prearrangement, are there individuals that picky that they have to plan their own funeral before passing so that everything is planned according to their wishes. Where is the trust in society.  But thank you Ryan Bandy for reminding me that there is no time like the future:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I was able to meet with my trainer, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-trip the coach. Luckily I was able to recall and retain portions of the training from the day prior. Due to this, we were able to finish inspecting the interior and exterior of the coach and move on to some low density driving. I was so excited I couldn't even contain myself. It was like all my dreams coming true in one instant! I have wanted to drive one of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;honkin&lt;/span&gt;' things since 2008 when I worked up here in Alaska at Mt. McKinley Princess Lodge. It was simpler then I thought it would be, and I felt very comfortable behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my trainer had enough faith in me to take me to the skills course! I was able to weave in and out cones, forward and backwards...So much fun. It was crazy cause I was backing a 40' bus, using my mirrors and correctly maneuvering it through cones, using the pivot point between my rear dual axle and tag tires. So much fun! A coworker snapped a picture of me driving:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mey6CQIlQDU/TaigmVF9jFI/AAAAAAAACrA/80S7-l_SuP4/s1600/0415111031-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mey6CQIlQDU/TaigmVF9jFI/AAAAAAAACrA/80S7-l_SuP4/s320/0415111031-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899117365464146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cone test was kind of hard, due to the fact the parking lot was completely iced over. Especially my course in my lane was a sheet of ice. I slid about 20' each time going backwards and had to start over until I could successfully complete the course without guided participation from my trainer.  Being that they thought I would need another day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-tripping, I was only on the schedule for an hour session, but we were able to squeeze a lot into that hour. I'm moving right along here in Fairbanks, and loving every minute of it. Being that I was so excited to drive, I know this summer is going to  be great. I can't wait to get behind the wheel and just drive, and bring out the best of Alaska to those on my coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iY3YMGOYcWA/Taigl-eTiRI/AAAAAAAACqw/T7cMQTPLsGk/s1600/0412112117-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iY3YMGOYcWA/Taigl-eTiRI/AAAAAAAACqw/T7cMQTPLsGk/s320/0412112117-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595899111293552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, since the weather is warm, the snow and ice is melting like crazy, and refreezing at night. Here is a good example. The night I got in, this sculpture was of a giant dragon, and red, orange and green lights lit it up. The detailed design was so intricate and beautiful. But today, it's all melted, and looks like a headless naked woman whose gone mad! Proof of Alaska's GREAT SPRING weather! Hope everyone in the lower 48 are keeping warm!)&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/6181747544100522395-3219875231580910439?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/3219875231580910439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=3219875231580910439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3219875231580910439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3219875231580910439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/fairbanks-training.html' title='Fairbanks Training'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-FvPEq62kcRc/TaigmEzt2zI/AAAAAAAACq4/HDGhHFyjjgM/s72-c/0412111142-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6810715741464181407</id><published>2011-04-11T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:45:19.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Up North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipJuO0OqQzQ/TaPIUyNtePI/AAAAAAAACqo/08tLYgRQio4/s1600/0411111042-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipJuO0OqQzQ/TaPIUyNtePI/AAAAAAAACqo/08tLYgRQio4/s320/0411111042-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535421526505714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have arrived successfully, and without delay! I left Sandpoint, Idaho at about 2pm for the Spokane airport. I had about an hour and a half layover in Seattle. In the airport I was able to connect to the convenient free Wi-Fi to access my CDL information and study up. The flight was quiet, smooth and relaxing. I got in a good nap, and awaited my arrival to my hotel room:) I took some photos last night to send to mom and dad, but they weren't very good so I took some with my camera this morning before work. I had to be up at 6am to get showered and fed prior to heading to the DMV to conquer the 4 written tests I must take in order to receive my Class B license.&lt;br /&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/-1vvPvYkb97E/TaPIUSpE93I/AAAAAAAACqg/Y_g_zYXhHSE/s1600/0411110659-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vvPvYkb97E/TaPIUSpE93I/AAAAAAAACqg/Y_g_zYXhHSE/s320/0411110659-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535413051357042" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my room this morning. It looks cold but the day turned out to be absolutely gorgeous. It was sunny and blue skies all day. So refreshing and made me realize how much I have missed the spirit and beauty of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhz-MDRHvUY/TaPH8N3UVdI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Ehdn09PkuDE/s1600/DSCN1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhz-MDRHvUY/TaPH8N3UVdI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Ehdn09PkuDE/s320/DSCN1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534999452046802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying that the Westmark Convention Center. The hotel is huge, and the rooms are mini suites - which I will now give you a tour of:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O80ic0cuXvw/TaPH8WB0CZI/AAAAAAAACqY/C0oGtRzBOsk/s1600/DSCN1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O80ic0cuXvw/TaPH8WB0CZI/AAAAAAAACqY/C0oGtRzBOsk/s320/DSCN1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535001643551122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is equipped with two queen beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhz-MDRHvUY/TaPH8N3UVdI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Ehdn09PkuDE/s1600/DSCN1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJfr70Gp1r8/TaPH7858EjI/AAAAAAAACqI/U6ZD9aLGHwo/s1600/DSCN1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJfr70Gp1r8/TaPH7858EjI/AAAAAAAACqI/U6ZD9aLGHwo/s320/DSCN1973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534994899636786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhE3-uSndVU/TaPH7UbozUI/AAAAAAAACqA/dFOABJCFSJM/s1600/DSCN1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhE3-uSndVU/TaPH7UbozUI/AAAAAAAACqA/dFOABJCFSJM/s320/DSCN1972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534984035126594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--G7VVVYrNnk/TaPH7Kpb4II/AAAAAAAACp4/MRvTXhOZnZE/s1600/DSCN1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--G7VVVYrNnk/TaPH7Kpb4II/AAAAAAAACp4/MRvTXhOZnZE/s320/DSCN1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534981408645250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A living room with chair, business desk, and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwZuuAT2X0s/TaPHldsLnHI/AAAAAAAACpw/j3GVKH0QOnw/s1600/DSCN1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwZuuAT2X0s/TaPHldsLnHI/AAAAAAAACpw/j3GVKH0QOnw/s320/DSCN1974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534608563313778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPVboy8kNdM/TaPHkzYcpUI/AAAAAAAACpo/2yPiV9hdDEU/s1600/DSCN1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPVboy8kNdM/TaPHkzYcpUI/AAAAAAAACpo/2yPiV9hdDEU/s320/DSCN1970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534597206254914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom and Vanity are separated from the main room with a door. But the toilet and shower is also in another room then the vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W80Juf66Hf8/TaPHkhlM9DI/AAAAAAAACpg/Lqyn0QQakHs/s1600/DSCN1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W80Juf66Hf8/TaPHkhlM9DI/AAAAAAAACpg/Lqyn0QQakHs/s320/DSCN1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534592427914290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3mMMX6Iyfw/TaPHkasRUAI/AAAAAAAACpQ/yjKCV4iQlyo/s1600/DSCN1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3mMMX6Iyfw/TaPHkasRUAI/AAAAAAAACpQ/yjKCV4iQlyo/s320/DSCN1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534590578511874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV in from of my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaOTgOlGJXw/TaPHkmf4jaI/AAAAAAAACpY/WExcD9PDKu8/s1600/DSCN1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaOTgOlGJXw/TaPHkmf4jaI/AAAAAAAACpY/WExcD9PDKu8/s320/DSCN1982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534593747783074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun going down over Fairbanks (6pm) after a long day of running around to pass my tests, a physical exam and a crash course on log books. Busy busy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I passed 3 of the 4 tests at the DMV this morning. I have to go back and take my air-brake endorsement test again - therefore I need to spend this evening studying:) Wish me luck!&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/6181747544100522395-6810715741464181407?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6810715741464181407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6810715741464181407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6810715741464181407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6810715741464181407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-up-north.html' title='Way Up North'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-ipJuO0OqQzQ/TaPIUyNtePI/AAAAAAAACqo/08tLYgRQio4/s72-c/0411111042-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-5521227452850211237</id><published>2011-04-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:29:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL PACKED UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH8X4HapJrw/TZjmoaA5OPI/AAAAAAAACpI/YHPsTuAWws4/s1600/0403111237-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH8X4HapJrw/TZjmoaA5OPI/AAAAAAAACpI/YHPsTuAWws4/s320/0403111237-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591472519232698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move-out has been my easiest yet. I'm not sure if that is due to the fact that all my roommates are staying, or if I just have less "stuff". Regardless, I have all my stuff packed up, and stacked in my living room, waiting to be put in the back of my truck:) Getting excited for Alaska, just wish I didn't have to be so far from family, friends, and Kevin.&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/6181747544100522395-5521227452850211237?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5521227452850211237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5521227452850211237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5521227452850211237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5521227452850211237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-packed-up.html' title='ALL PACKED UP!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-KH8X4HapJrw/TZjmoaA5OPI/AAAAAAAACpI/YHPsTuAWws4/s72-c/0403111237-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-4075481350679406375</id><published>2011-04-03T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:26:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Projects/Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2ylG8mY_O0/TZjiEMP_7cI/AAAAAAAACpA/k-eDSUvppQc/s1600/0324112337-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best thing about being a Child Development major is that most of my finals and midterms are projects! Makes studying and the wrap up of the semester so much better!  So for my science foundations class, my group was instructed to form an experiment that measured and observation. We decided to take different intersections surrounding campus and evaluate if students stop at the stop-signs, or roll on through to traffic. We then had to present our results via a poster board. I was going to miss the class where we turned in the poster, so after a failed group meeting I said I would finish our poster. The two guys in our group had decided they wanted a stop sign on the poster - attempting to be creative. The gave me the poster Thursday afternoon. When I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; it, i thought it would be an easy task to finish - but it was no such thing. I tried arranging the poster in different layouts, but nothing was helping the sad, sad stop sign. I called another girl in my group, and together, we agreed the poster had to be redone - practically from scratch. So I went over to her apartment and we worked on it for probably 3 hours. Here are the before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkwTzglmgk/TZjiD4tLZ9I/AAAAAAAACo4/GLmH6Xaf0YM/s1600/0324112119-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkwTzglmgk/TZjiD4tLZ9I/AAAAAAAACo4/GLmH6Xaf0YM/s320/0324112119-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591467493769832402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2ylG8mY_O0/TZjiEMP_7cI/AAAAAAAACpA/k-eDSUvppQc/s1600/0324112337-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2ylG8mY_O0/TZjiEMP_7cI/AAAAAAAACpA/k-eDSUvppQc/s320/0324112337-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591467499016154562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; such a huge difference. We went from a 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade poster project, to a college level. It was stressful though cause I did not plan on it taking that much work, I guess that's what I get for offering my services to clean up the guys work. But my other class projects are not group projects. They are primarily all on my own, which is nice cause I can be responsible for my own work. In my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' literature class, we had to create a book report. I did my book report on one of my favorite children's book, The Rainbow Fish, I made a giant fish. I cut out circle scales. When I presented, I asked the class to each write a characteristic of a good friend, I collected the scales and taped them back to the fish. I created a fish that held qualities of a friend that were important to my class. My teacher loved the idea, and asked if she could keep the fish for future examples of this specific project. I know I did well on this final, which is a blessing as it has been the most busy work class I have ever taken.  I had to read 60 children's books, and do book reports on them. If you are a teacher, and need to find good books for your classroom, analyze my blog of the 60 books I critiqued this semester: &lt;a href="http://www.deanna-childrenslit.blogspot.com"&gt;The Best Is Yet To Be Read&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the rainbow fish I created out of tissue paper, poster board, and glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cs5SsoLhA8/TZjiDpfUIxI/AAAAAAAACow/7h68ww9dkGc/s1600/0331111504-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cs5SsoLhA8/TZjiDpfUIxI/AAAAAAAACow/7h68ww9dkGc/s320/0331111504-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591467489685152530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved my class schedule this semester. The work load hasn't been too bad, although there has been a little bit more busy work then I was used too. For instance, in Children's Literature we had to create books like the book, The hungry hungry caterpillar. Here is my rendition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Pg791FYVs/TZjiDS4emqI/AAAAAAAACoo/TbjtNbBIbNw/s1600/0330111209-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Pg791FYVs/TZjiDS4emqI/AAAAAAAACoo/TbjtNbBIbNw/s320/0330111209-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591467483616680610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, finals aren't that bad this semester, just plum full of a lot of projects and artwork.&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/6181747544100522395-4075481350679406375?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4075481350679406375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4075481350679406375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4075481350679406375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4075481350679406375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/class-projectsfinals.html' title='Class Projects/Finals'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-BGkwTzglmgk/TZjiD4tLZ9I/AAAAAAAACo4/GLmH6Xaf0YM/s72-c/0324112119-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6090993593258493585</id><published>2011-04-03T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:08:50.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Danna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest blessing of being in Rexburg, Idaho at school, is the opportunity to watch my niece and nephew. I get to come and play and laugh and joke and run and wear each other out. We play so hard! I love watching these two grow and learn. We play all sorts of sports, chase each other, eat, color, build towers, play games and run and run and run till Aunt DANA can't take anymore. I love being near them and being able to spend as much time as I can with them. It always breaks my heart when David follows me to the door, asking tons of questions stalling my departure. If he had it his way, I would never leave! He is the sweetest little thing I have ever met. On occasion, he will walk up to me and say, "Aunt Dana, You're my best friend! Thanks Aunt Dana!" Does that not just steal your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I have watched little miss Hannah grow a lot as well, she is now learning to say a lot of words, shake her head yes and no according to the question or situation, walk, and also learn to share. She is also real sweet with her gentle spirit to her babies, and David. She is also a cuddle bug when she is not on the go! Here are some photos of my babysitting experiences most recently (the last week or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE_moDaCm-c/TZjfnPk3YBI/AAAAAAAACog/Nw8yz2jv24Y/s1600/0330111558-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE_moDaCm-c/TZjfnPk3YBI/AAAAAAAACog/Nw8yz2jv24Y/s320/0330111558-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591464802669518866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is such a cheese-ball. She knows she is a goof and isn't afraid to play it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns5gIRvrjqI/TZjfm32-zMI/AAAAAAAACoY/ZahQzuCSlr8/s1600/0321112048-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns5gIRvrjqI/TZjfm32-zMI/AAAAAAAACoY/ZahQzuCSlr8/s320/0321112048-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591464796303051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to be here for bath time a couple nights. Hannah would say "buh Bah" which stands for bubbles. Bath time is Hannah's favorite time of the day, she does not hesitate to strip off her clothes and jump in. Ba....ba....ba?-is what she will say when we pass the bathroom. If it's a bath night, it's a good night in the Hansen home. David also loves the bath, but Hannah seems to hog the bubbles for the most part, so David hogs the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyI2GJN05dE/TZjfmd23iNI/AAAAAAAACoQ/ZKGdB8RObnk/s1600/0321112040-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyI2GJN05dE/TZjfmd23iNI/AAAAAAAACoQ/ZKGdB8RObnk/s320/0321112040-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591464789323253970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her! she is fascinated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4pTpebL1xGQ/TZjfmCAo7_I/AAAAAAAACoI/JdeO3a2rUHE/s1600/0323111755-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4pTpebL1xGQ/TZjfmCAo7_I/AAAAAAAACoI/JdeO3a2rUHE/s320/0323111755-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591464781848047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These children are so beautiful! I love being able to live so close to them to watch them grow. I am sad I will miss the birth of my sisters third child, but come fall, hopefully I will be able to spend some time here to make up for time lost!&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/6181747544100522395-6090993593258493585?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6090993593258493585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6090993593258493585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6090993593258493585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6090993593258493585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/aunt-danna.html' title='Aunt Danna!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-GE_moDaCm-c/TZjfnPk3YBI/AAAAAAAACog/Nw8yz2jv24Y/s72-c/0330111558-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2382583854897333714</id><published>2011-04-03T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:56:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck get's a Boo Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx4knTvM7c0/TZjdLpzThWI/AAAAAAAACoA/MqMcUQUXqy0/s1600/0301110953-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx4knTvM7c0/TZjdLpzThWI/AAAAAAAACoA/MqMcUQUXqy0/s320/0301110953-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591462129649812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of February, I woke up one morning and looked out the window - like I do every morning. This particular morning instead of noticing the abnormally warm day, I noticed a piece of paper flapping in the light breeze. This paper was slid under my windshield wipers. I thought to myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe someone wishing me a good day, I will go grab it. No such thing, instead it was a note...saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I hit your truck, I slid on some ice and my back end broke your taillight. I'm so sorry, please feel free to contact me anytime, again I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt; ARE YOU KIDDING ME, JUST WHAT I NEED. I took it to have an estimate done, and the estimate was nearly $600.03. I then took it to the girl, who with her parents decided that turning it into insurance was probably the best way to go. The insurance bounced me here and there and everywhere...Finally I told them I wasn't going to deal with this anymore, that I was going to talk to my insurance and they could deal with them. Instead they sent and adjuster to my apartment and he knocked on my door. His estimate was a hole $300 over what the shop gave me. He then recommended that I cash settle as he projected high due to my struggle with their company. I talked to dad who agreed, so I will be awaiting a check in the mail soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-2382583854897333714?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2382583854897333714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2382583854897333714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2382583854897333714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2382583854897333714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/truck-gets-boo-boo.html' title='Truck get&apos;s a Boo Boo'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-yx4knTvM7c0/TZjdLpzThWI/AAAAAAAACoA/MqMcUQUXqy0/s72-c/0301110953-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2708152818699087723</id><published>2011-04-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:43:26.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gratitude List Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15Eprc5FMs8/TZjbHgQMU9I/AAAAAAAACn4/-Nu6O0lihn0/s1600/0327111536-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15Eprc5FMs8/TZjbHgQMU9I/AAAAAAAACn4/-Nu6O0lihn0/s320/0327111536-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591459859343889362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received quite a few of these Dove Milk Chocolates. Kevin took the time to change the D - to and L making them Love chocolates. He is so adorable and thoughtful. He gave them too me right before I was to leave Sandpoint last weekend after my visit. He gave me a baggie full of Red Starburst, Watermelon jolly ranchers, and "L"ove milk chocolates. I feel so special and lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend. He is always so mindful of my wants, and needs. He knows how hard saying goodbye is on each of us, so we no longer do "goodbyes". We now say, See you later! All the way home, I was able to eat ALL of my favorite candies, that he so selflessly prepared for my journey, along with a giant waterbottle of chocolate milk! He knows me WAY too well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to make a small list, of things I love about Kevin, that I admire.&lt;br /&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/-fzPokbJF4cI/TZizynqqynI/AAAAAAAACnw/MDRneHqxCyk/s1600/5_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 571px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzPokbJF4cI/TZizynqqynI/AAAAAAAACnw/MDRneHqxCyk/s320/5_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591416619603249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful for the person you are, and the person you're becoming!&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/6181747544100522395-2708152818699087723?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2708152818699087723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2708152818699087723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2708152818699087723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2708152818699087723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-gratitude-list-today.html' title='My Gratitude List Today'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-15Eprc5FMs8/TZjbHgQMU9I/AAAAAAAACn4/-Nu6O0lihn0/s72-c/0327111536-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-4130888270963746230</id><published>2011-04-02T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:41:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month supply</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yma0DYdykmQ/TZgV5-S0eCI/AAAAAAAACnY/SudB7QMD5tw/s1600/0402111419-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yma0DYdykmQ/TZgV5-S0eCI/AAAAAAAACnY/SudB7QMD5tw/s320/0402111419-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591243023099131938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do not recommend to anyone, moving out and packing -to go somewhere on a 6 months trip- at the same time. It's a chaotic, unorganized, inevitable mess. I had lists going in every direction so I wouldn't forget certain things to pack up, and then lists for packing to go to Alaska. What a fiasco, luckily, i'm almost done:) This ist he mes I had going in my room, notice the piles everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-B2tvK8-as/TZgV6OrsHaI/AAAAAAAACng/9bSLKxjt27Y/s1600/0402111502-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-B2tvK8-as/TZgV6OrsHaI/AAAAAAAACng/9bSLKxjt27Y/s320/0402111502-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591243027498409378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the conclusion of packing up the room -the most stressful place to pack thus far- I ended with this. Here is my clothes to go to Alaska with for 6 months:) Look, I'm not even taking that much. Much less then last time that's for sure! I'm happy, excited, scared, nervous, sad, and anxious all at once! But the money will be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-4130888270963746230?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4130888270963746230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4130888270963746230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4130888270963746230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4130888270963746230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-month-supply.html' title='6 month supply'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-Yma0DYdykmQ/TZgV5-S0eCI/AAAAAAAACnY/SudB7QMD5tw/s72-c/0402111419-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-405975500945687854</id><published>2011-04-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:34:53.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David what should we name the baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While sitting at my sisters yesterday, my nephew became very cuddly. It must have been a long day or something, as he was very calm and collected. He sat by my sister and I for about 10 minutes. I started to feel my sisters stomach hoping to feel the baby. I was able to push in one spot and got her to move. David saw me doing this, and inquistively placed his hand on his mom's belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right here Aunt Deanna, right here?" he would ask. I would direct his hand and push in a little bit. While doing this, I felt "baby-sister" move. I asked him if he felt it, but unsure he responded, "uhh Yeah!" So cute, who knows if David really did feel his sister move inside his mothers belly, but he sure was interested in what Aunt Deanna was trying to do and feel. This copy-cat like scenario was then repeated by David's younger sister Hannah. She then come over and started the hold her hand on her mothers tummy as well! Confused, she placed her precious little hand on top of David's and waited to feel the baby move. When we asked David what they should name the baby, he would say, "I dun no" - but really earlier he said - baby sister. Such precious children, whom I will miss very much when I leave Rexburg this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShbUDMBFYzw/TZgUt1OxflI/AAAAAAAACnQ/dFZvcq6amsw/s1600/0401111900-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShbUDMBFYzw/TZgUt1OxflI/AAAAAAAACnQ/dFZvcq6amsw/s320/0401111900-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591241714996182610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the saddest part about leaving to go to Alaska, is for the first time, I will miss 2 babies being born into the family. I won't even get to see my niece and nephew till late September. I have been spending a lot of time over at my sisters the past few weeks, as I realize time is getting shorter. It's definitely a hard time every time I have to say goodbye-for-now to my nephew David. He and I are so close. But it is almost that time to bid him farewell, and I WONT SEE HIM AGAIN TILL HE'S 4! Man time flies by.&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/6181747544100522395-405975500945687854?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/405975500945687854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=405975500945687854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/405975500945687854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/405975500945687854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/david-what-should-we-name-baby.html' title='David what should we name the baby?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-ShbUDMBFYzw/TZgUt1OxflI/AAAAAAAACnQ/dFZvcq6amsw/s72-c/0401111900-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8996969445136463371</id><published>2011-04-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:21:22.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambs will follow the sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.omy.sg/hanyu/files/2009/02/2536783918_82669b7848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://blog.omy.sg/hanyu/files/2009/02/2536783918_82669b7848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away&lt;br /&gt;In the parable Jesus told,&lt;br /&gt;A grown-up sheep that strayed away&lt;br /&gt;From the ninety and nine in the fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why for the sheep should we seek&lt;br /&gt;And earnestly hope and pray?&lt;br /&gt;Because there is danger when sheep go wrong;&lt;br /&gt;They lead the lambs astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambs will follow the sheep, you know,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the sheep may stray.&lt;br /&gt;When sheep go wrong, it won’t take long&lt;br /&gt;Til the lambs are as wrong as they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with the sheep we earnestly plead&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of the lambs today,&lt;br /&gt;For when sheep are lost, what a terrible cost&lt;br /&gt;The lambs will have to pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C. C. Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This poem told in conference today inspires me to do everything within my power, to establish a Christ-centered home. I know our homes are blessed with the opportunity to be like "Heaven on Earth". In the talk given by Elder Richard J. Maynes, he points out the importance of families. He stresses the desperation of establishing correct principles within the boundaries of the home. He instructs parents that they are responsible to teach their children through love, with words, and by example. He said, "There is great power and protection for us and the youth &lt;/span&gt;in establishing celestial traditions in the home." I now have a testimony of Learning, teaching, and practicing the true teachings of the gospel, it has become the duty and responsibility of parents and children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As members of the church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints, we understand and believe in the eternal nature of the family. This understanding and belief should inspire us to do everything in our power to establish a Christ-centered home. I bear you my testimony, as we strive to do this, we will more fully practice the love and service that was exemplified through the life and atonement of our savior Jesus Christ." -Elder Richard J. Maynes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Families can be like ropes - it takes everyone to do their part to be a strong rope. &lt;/span&gt;Families can be happy, and strong - in a Christ-centered home.&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/6181747544100522395-8996969445136463371?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8996969445136463371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8996969445136463371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8996969445136463371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8996969445136463371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/04/lambs-will-follow-sheep.html' title='Lambs will follow the sheep'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-4761638408137682968</id><published>2011-03-30T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:30:50.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For my Family History class this semester, part of my final is typing out my testimony, and making it available for others to read. So here it goes, this is the my testimony and how it has increased this semester (Jan-April 2011)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I belong to am a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Over the course of this semester, I have gained a testimony specifically of the following gospel principles: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Priesthood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternal Families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith in the power of obedience to the commandments of God that will create a strength of character available to us in times of urgent need. Such character is not developed in moments of great challenge or temptation. That is when it is intended to be used. As I exercise my faith in true principles, I have the potential to build my personal character. As a result, my capacity and confidence to conquer the trials of life are enhanced. Like the primary song, Faith is like a little seed, if planted, it will grow. I have come to discover how faith and character interact to strengthen one another. Character is woven patiently from threads of applied principle, doctrine, and obedience. I know that the more I exercise my faith in Christ, I am in turn improving myself, and also becoming like Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have found that through fervent faith, another key tool to use is prayer. Prayer is a divine right and tool given to us to make the blessings of Christ more accessible. I have felt the blessings of kneeling in prayer on a daily basis. I have felt more than ever the importance of continually holding a prayer in my heart. As I deal with my day-to-day business, I am able to feel the Holy Spirit by my side as I continue to keep in close contact with my Father in Heaven. I have overcome trials where I felt my heart could bear no more, and when I have knelt alone in a quiet place, I have been able to feel the spirit, and overcome my burden. I know that when I feel let down, I can turn to my Father for comfort, guidance, and love. One thing I have always known and felt is Christ will never abandon me, if I but do His will, and follow the principles and standards of this true Gospel. I have faith that my Father in Heaven hears my prayers, and awaits patiently for me to knock on his door and converse with him in private. My apartment this semester has also utilized the power of prayer to help each of unite together to uplift one another in each of our different trials. We pray that we may be mindful of each other’s needs, and also for opportunities to love and serve each other as sisters. I know that through prayer, I have become more accepting and loving in situations I would have previously been aggravated, and irritated. I find that this simple tool given to mankind to express them to our Father has helped not only me, but the relationships I share with others. Recently, I have been making decisions where I rely on the spirit of the Lord so much. I don’t know how I could do it without the Holy Ghost, and the guidance and peace I feel there. I pray daily (morning, noon and night) that I may continue to make wise choices according to that which the Lord sees fit for my life and my plan. I know as I continue to follow the true promptings of the spirit, I can reap the full benefits and blessings that have been given to me in the pre-mortal life. I have been eternally blessed with a beautiful family that has uplifted me in many times of need. I am grateful for all their love they have shared, and advice they have given. Through the power of prayer, I have been able to use their experiences, advice and love to find where I should go, and what I might do. I believe that I will one day be married in the temple, and bare children that may also be as close knit as my family is. I hope that my children might support and guide one another –leading by example- like my brothers and sister have done for me. I have been blessed with not only the most loving family, but the most loving friendships. Through these friendships, I have come to find what I want and deserve in my life as far as associations go. I have found a passion in helping my fellow man in achieving their goals, and also being in a position to direct and lead others. Through this love, I have felt closer to my Savior. I know as I love my neighbor (friends, family and those I come in contact with) I am bettering mine own character, and through this I come to learn to love myself. This semester I have received a couple priesthood blessings. I have watched it aid individuals I am in contact with in healing their sickness, pass their tough courses, find peace and comfort, and overcome obstacles. As I have watched others around me, I have come to acknowledge and appreciate the power of the Priesthood and the men who hold these eternal keys. I know how important this tool is in families, and have come to understand that I too need this in my own personal family one day. As I have become witness to the power in which the Priesthood holders carry, I have come to love this aspect of the gospel and look forward to having this in my home as my husband and sons become worthy ordained priesthood holders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, through my family history course, I have gained a stronger appreciation for eternal families, and the work needing to be done in our genealogy. This semester I was able to submit my mothers’ father to the temple to have his ordinances done. I am excited for this privilege as I felt accomplished in playing an essential part in linking our family together. I hope that through the blessings of this class, I will personally be able to attend the temple to help do these ordinances reserved by our family. I know my family is bound together here on earth, through the power of the priesthood, and through faith and hard work. As we continue to live worthily, all that binds us here on earth, I know are bound in heaven. I have faith that I will be with my family in the afterlife, and if we live righteously, when we all reach the pearly gates, our Savior will say to us, “well done, thou good and faithful servant.” I say these things, in the name of Jesus Chris, Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-4761638408137682968?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4761638408137682968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4761638408137682968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4761638408137682968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4761638408137682968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-7992600481415768623</id><published>2011-03-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:54:20.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me "NO"</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I went home to surprise Kevin for his 23rd birthday:) I got to the Salt Lake airport, and waited in line to get my boarding pass at the Southwest ticket counter. There was quite a line, so they were really rushing people through. They had a bunch of computer kiosks to check in on, but they also had ticket agents working to get the line moving through. When I was first in line, the customer service rep said, "NEXT!" I walked up, gave her my ID, checked my bags, retrieved my boarding pass, and went to security. Again, busy time nearly 5 in the afternoon, so they were rushing to push everyone through. The first check-point you hand a TSA member your boarding pass, and ID. They then observe that the ID is legitimate, and that your boarding pass matches your ID. They sign it and send you on your way. Next you place all your items in bins and send them through a conveyer belt. This is where they x-ray all your belongings. No problems. I board my plane and arrive home (15 minutes early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return trip, another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at the airport an hour prior to my flight. I attempt to check in. When the lady says, "NEXT!"  I walk up, give her my name, and search for my ID. She then asks, "are you sure you are flying southwest, not skywest?" I looked up confused...Umm, not i'm definately flying southwest airlines. I handed her my ID to which she then relayed to me that I am not in there computer system for this flight, or any flight for that matter. WHAT THE HECK? She asked to see my conformation number, to which I had deleted out of my phone. I ripped off my bag tag they placed on my checked luggage on the way from SLC to Spokane airport. She keyed it in and found that my reservation and checked name was NO. Yes, that's it! My name was NO! Not Deanna No, Or any other form or variation of my first or middle names, just a partial of my last name.  Baffled, she called her supervisor. They can't change my name or let me fly tell they can match my boarding pass to my identity. They then call a member of TSA who asked me a lot of question about my check-in and security procedures at the SLC airport. The supervisor was then asking me if I had any problems with baggage, travel, payment, or check-in. I was so confused. They finally got someone on the phone, who changed my name, and were then able to print me a boarding pass. Next, security. Again - very smooth, no problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on my flight, and am chatting away with this really nice lady from San Fransisco sitting next to me. Older lady who said I reminded her of her daughter. While chatting, she asked for a pen...I reached into my purse - felt around a bit- and couldn't believe what I felt...None other then my leatherman knife! I left it hidden in my purse, but I was appalled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSA LET ME THROUGH WITH A WRONG NAME, AND A WEAPON IN BOTH AIRPORTS? How could this not be caught. They take water bottles from old ladies but forget my knife...this is an outrage. But there was smooth sailing from then on out. I didn't really have any problems, just kind of odd that the airports, and TSA let so many things go wrong. I am back in Rexburg, and back in classes:) Long fun weekend, now for the long haul to finals week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-7992600481415768623?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7992600481415768623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7992600481415768623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7992600481415768623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7992600481415768623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/03/call-me-no.html' title='Call me &quot;NO&quot;'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-4031936227383476238</id><published>2011-03-08T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:55:41.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</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/-V4yaiISnHPw/TXZ5fJmxBmI/AAAAAAAACnI/bJ8Xij3nbXU/s1600/180888_10150092941187256_617552255_6883122_7131213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4yaiISnHPw/TXZ5fJmxBmI/AAAAAAAACnI/bJ8Xij3nbXU/s320/180888_10150092941187256_617552255_6883122_7131213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782364233729634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentines day this year, my roommates and I decided to exchange valentines. We put out our things for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; the night prior. I was second to last in bed, and the last one to wake up in the morning. When I awoke, My roommates had surprised me with a secret gift from Kevin. He had sent me flowers, of FRIDAY, and they put them out Monday Morning! Although I have never liked Roses, Kevin knowing this wrote a really adorable note - and said I should expect a lot of roses in the future, and hopefully with this meaning behind them, I will grow to love them! He is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBVyGJVTN_s/TXZ5ezEJhGI/AAAAAAAACnA/OH6FcgTbe7Y/s1600/169032_10150092941467256_617552255_6883133_1880722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBVyGJVTN_s/TXZ5ezEJhGI/AAAAAAAACnA/OH6FcgTbe7Y/s320/169032_10150092941467256_617552255_6883133_1880722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782358182954082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a beautiful center piece for the apartment dinner table:) What a pleasure to look at Catherine even used some of her skills from her flower arranging class, to doctor them up a bit! They were beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxvno2nMoOw/TXZ5enPbwMI/AAAAAAAACm4/R-FXG-2POjA/s1600/168323_10150092941422256_617552255_6883131_5177974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxvno2nMoOw/TXZ5enPbwMI/AAAAAAAACm4/R-FXG-2POjA/s320/168323_10150092941422256_617552255_6883131_5177974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782355009061058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my valentines exchange bag for F.H.E that evening. We played games, ate cupcakes, and decorated and exchanged valentines:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKrdbynPeVA/TXZ5VF-UZ1I/AAAAAAAACmw/4tYWhUw4Odk/s1600/182875_10150092941377256_617552255_6883129_2840262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKrdbynPeVA/TXZ5VF-UZ1I/AAAAAAAACmw/4tYWhUw4Odk/s320/182875_10150092941377256_617552255_6883129_2840262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782191460083538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to babysit Hannah and David on Valentines. They are the only special little ones nearby that I got to celebrate with. When I walked in the door David was real excited for my valentines surprise. He went over in the kitchen, and brought back a large heart-shaped cookie with my name on it...(Noble family tradition) thank you Stephanie and David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hStLDDUKrp0/TXZ5VEI169I/AAAAAAAACmo/3hJ1tzSjfHw/s1600/100_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hStLDDUKrp0/TXZ5VEI169I/AAAAAAAACmo/3hJ1tzSjfHw/s320/100_3650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782190967352274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates and I tie-dyed shirts the night prior with cute little conversational hear sayings ironed on. We even made a couple of our F.H.E brothers participate. We wore these shirts all day - even on campus:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXXC4kN3mcA/TXZ5Uli49OI/AAAAAAAACmg/VhHYCjJ4JN4/s1600/100_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXXC4kN3mcA/TXZ5Uli49OI/AAAAAAAACmg/VhHYCjJ4JN4/s320/100_3649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782182755103970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uV7dwhSs9G4/TXZ5UKxkPVI/AAAAAAAACmY/-UIRSZ1a6bM/s1600/100_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uV7dwhSs9G4/TXZ5UKxkPVI/AAAAAAAACmY/-UIRSZ1a6bM/s320/100_3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782175568903506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off our conversational heart words. Mine says "Love Bug"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16GnMOHETrA/TXZ5Tn_31eI/AAAAAAAACmQ/r-66BzXD-mY/s1600/100_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16GnMOHETrA/TXZ5Tn_31eI/AAAAAAAACmQ/r-66BzXD-mY/s320/100_3647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581782166233667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I playing games at F.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being a valentines hater, my roommates, my sister, and Kevin really made it special - and gave it more meaning then the hallmark store. I am so grateful for all the beautiful individuals in  my life. I couldn't be more blessed to be surrounded by so much love. I am happy the way day turned out, and am excited for future holidays shared with them:)&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/6181747544100522395-4031936227383476238?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4031936227383476238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4031936227383476238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4031936227383476238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4031936227383476238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/03/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-V4yaiISnHPw/TXZ5fJmxBmI/AAAAAAAACnI/bJ8Xij3nbXU/s72-c/180888_10150092941187256_617552255_6883122_7131213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-3273692737648937880</id><published>2011-03-07T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:23:15.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many refer to my 41 reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disregard them...or most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to save the drama, please don't post any comments that are negative in any way towards me. I have already heard your concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through prayer, I am doing what I feel is best:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7--FYC8Nr2A/TXXZI-plHWI/AAAAAAAACmA/-Ec2M4KEniU/s1600/DSC02665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7--FYC8Nr2A/TXXZI-plHWI/AAAAAAAACmA/-Ec2M4KEniU/s320/DSC02665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581606061475175778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxhJ90R4Ex0/TXXY6rFSROI/AAAAAAAACl4/2LkJ74dcCVI/s1600/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxhJ90R4Ex0/TXXY6rFSROI/AAAAAAAACl4/2LkJ74dcCVI/s320/DSC02659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581605815704503522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0fP9Ln1KTE/TXXY6dCEykI/AAAAAAAAClw/-nGbVtChwQE/s1600/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0fP9Ln1KTE/TXXY6dCEykI/AAAAAAAAClw/-nGbVtChwQE/s320/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581605811932940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z84lJSPY3bg/TXXY6AXtzUI/AAAAAAAAClo/AwuFnphhiHM/s1600/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z84lJSPY3bg/TXXY6AXtzUI/AAAAAAAAClo/AwuFnphhiHM/s320/DSC02623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581605804239080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHiRPskjHUo/TXXY5o31ESI/AAAAAAAAClg/56WPF4D59Eg/s1600/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHiRPskjHUo/TXXY5o31ESI/AAAAAAAAClg/56WPF4D59Eg/s320/DSC02596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581605797931323682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7we2d3SYkYQ/TXXY5VO7_qI/AAAAAAAAClY/oQsBz8jfkEE/s1600/%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7we2d3SYkYQ/TXXY5VO7_qI/AAAAAAAAClY/oQsBz8jfkEE/s320/%25237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581605792659537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GUESS WHAT, Deanna has a boyfriend again...and he is absolutely wonderful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-3273692737648937880?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/3273692737648937880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=3273692737648937880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3273692737648937880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3273692737648937880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-boy.html' title='oh boy....'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-7--FYC8Nr2A/TXXZI-plHWI/AAAAAAAACmA/-Ec2M4KEniU/s72-c/DSC02665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6943281916215148506</id><published>2011-03-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:14:47.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearlake, Utah 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so grateful that I was able to attend Bearlake this year! This annual family trip is always full of food, laughter, love, and games. My decision this year was very last minute depending on finances, class schedule, homework load, and weather. Friday morning, the morning of departure, I decided I just couldn't miss out on the fun and would do whatever it takes to go enjoy quality family time, and one afternoon snowmobiling. Friday night we had horrible, horrible, horrible weather. A foot of snow, driving in a car that doesn't have snow tires. Luckily, Andrew decided in Pocatello, ID to take over at the wheel. Thankfully I surrendered and turned it over to him. We met up with a plow at the Utah state-line which was a blessing and a half as we would not have made it without it. We pulled into the resort around 11 pm to unload, and got stuck once in the parking lot in front of the office. After unloading we had pizza, and went to bed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long Friday we all slept in and woke up the sound of children playing and attempting to be quiet. Such a blessing these little ones are in the family. Much to my surprise Stephanie didn't send in the children to wake Aunt Deanna up:) We sat around all morning, then decided it was time to stop burning daylight. We headed up to the "sinks" and parked the trailer. Mom rode along with the two children to babysit so she could participate at least one day in the fun. I had to find "my jump" to take pictures on. Matt and Andrew diligently rode around trying to find me anything that was remotely a jump, but there was so much snow and powder it seemed impossible! It was rumored to be the most and best snow ever seen up there, so we were fortunate to be able to enjoy. Finally Matt and Andrew found a semi-jump off a trial that was on the side of a steep hill...I reluctantly rode to the top, looked down and pondered. If my brothers could do it-so could I. I timidly went down the hill at first - no air. I attempted this like 4 times before my skis even lifted off the ground. Luckily Matt was at the bottom (every time) to capture my would-be jump of the year:) Dad waited for the three of us to finish our fun. He always makes a nice spot for himself in a clearing to watch everyone enjoy themselves. We would ride down every so often and check in on him!  It was so much fun out with my dad and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to the truck in time to let Stephanie hop on for a short ride in the fields. But it was short-lived as the ski on one of the sleds (particularly the one I was riding) just fell off while I was riding the trail...of all places. But we were lucky to have Andrew with us! He tied up the broken ski and we close enough to the parking lot for him to just ride it back to load it up. I felt bad but was reassured over and over that it wasn't my fault that this exact part was replaced just weeks before in a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games and enjoyed each other company the rest of the evening, and continued the good times on through Sunday. I had to leave at 7 am Monday morning in order to make it back for classes...Oh being responsible is hard sometimes. But I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family and am grateful for the time I got to spend with my two siblings and parents. Wish the WHOLE family could have been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTHppKzWnfM/TXXR0vS-_oI/AAAAAAAAClQ/_gJjoiC3cvo/s1600/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTHppKzWnfM/TXXR0vS-_oI/AAAAAAAAClQ/_gJjoiC3cvo/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581598017175092866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David gearing up to go Riding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md7--cok_nA/TXXR0UAGQeI/AAAAAAAAClI/4GeKUog2ygs/s1600/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md7--cok_nA/TXXR0UAGQeI/AAAAAAAAClI/4GeKUog2ygs/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581598009848119778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me having a good time in a field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHUGyMsVP3Q/TXXR0GcOVBI/AAAAAAAAClA/wRA95sjNb6k/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHUGyMsVP3Q/TXXR0GcOVBI/AAAAAAAAClA/wRA95sjNb6k/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581598006207992850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepping the sleds to ride!  Rocking batman and the aviators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkF-idcUrWg/TXXRzmCGvaI/AAAAAAAACk4/idNE-mUXxuE/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkF-idcUrWg/TXXRzmCGvaI/AAAAAAAACk4/idNE-mUXxuE/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597997508509090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad enjoying the new, fresh powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8e97QTm9uk/TXXRzb7QegI/AAAAAAAACkw/MNVMeIrdjLk/s1600/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8e97QTm9uk/TXXRzb7QegI/AAAAAAAACkw/MNVMeIrdjLk/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597994795432450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad observing from a distance. He was so far out there, and looked stranded-but he was cozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFaD9SCTu9c/TXXRb70ohtI/AAAAAAAACko/bmhFa2pSBnU/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFaD9SCTu9c/TXXRb70ohtI/AAAAAAAACko/bmhFa2pSBnU/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597591040722642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jump of the year, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jXJhpX18Zs/TXXRbtJYd_I/AAAAAAAACkg/k-pJuc6nKUE/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jXJhpX18Zs/TXXRbtJYd_I/AAAAAAAACkg/k-pJuc6nKUE/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597587101218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for the second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM2iKcjCQnw/TXXRbcN_sLI/AAAAAAAACkY/z-L1eMW3xxQ/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM2iKcjCQnw/TXXRbcN_sLI/AAAAAAAACkY/z-L1eMW3xxQ/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597582557163698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is all ready for his nap! He always falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y74fwCUtkbo/TXXRa6uPHvI/AAAAAAAACkQ/7VTN7JwAFSQ/s1600/IMG_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y74fwCUtkbo/TXXRa6uPHvI/AAAAAAAACkQ/7VTN7JwAFSQ/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597573565587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S READY TO RIDE DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IQFEX4tYPw/TXXRauRGFaI/AAAAAAAACkI/_kY5nehrJaM/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IQFEX4tYPw/TXXRauRGFaI/AAAAAAAACkI/_kY5nehrJaM/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581597570222134690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - fun in the snow:)&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/6181747544100522395-6943281916215148506?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6943281916215148506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6943281916215148506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6943281916215148506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6943281916215148506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2011/03/bearlake-utah-2011.html' title='Bearlake, Utah 2011'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/-fTHppKzWnfM/TXXR0vS-_oI/AAAAAAAAClQ/_gJjoiC3cvo/s72-c/IMG_1989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7759690646040242948</id><published>2010-12-21T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:52:35.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a virtual world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TRFLx_91WSI/AAAAAAAACj4/ap410G0GG0w/s1600/63520_478506647255_617552255_6449422_7459457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TRFLx_91WSI/AAAAAAAACj4/ap410G0GG0w/s320/63520_478506647255_617552255_6449422_7459457_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553303137880987938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook had an app where you could compile some of your status. I posted too many status though so when putting them all together, it left out quite a few. Made me laugh as I looked back and remembered everything I have gone through and done this past year. It definitely has been a wild ride, full of smiles, tears, love, support and new experiences. I am so happy with where I am in my life, and so grateful for all the wonderful and beautiful individuals that made this year so amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-7759690646040242948?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7759690646040242948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7759690646040242948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7759690646040242948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7759690646040242948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-in-virtual-world.html' title='Life in a virtual world'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TRFLx_91WSI/AAAAAAAACj4/ap410G0GG0w/s72-c/63520_478506647255_617552255_6449422_7459457_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2928260204417249381</id><published>2010-12-20T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:36:35.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped Up:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQ-v1AwVaPI/AAAAAAAACjw/EFm_khprHnU/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQ-v1AwVaPI/AAAAAAAACjw/EFm_khprHnU/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552850190841768178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrapped and ready for our Holiday guests:) I can't wait for all my family to arrive this week, it's going to be so much fun sharing the Christmas spirit with my nieces and nephews (oh yeah and my siblings too)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-2928260204417249381?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2928260204417249381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2928260204417249381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2928260204417249381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2928260204417249381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrapped-up.html' title='Wrapped Up:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQ-v1AwVaPI/AAAAAAAACjw/EFm_khprHnU/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7999980583395175673</id><published>2010-12-18T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:53:55.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Amanda:)</title><content type='html'>This year I wanted to get creative with the gifts for my friends:)  A few months ago, my good friend from work Amanda was riding in her boyfriends truck late at night when a moose ran into the side of his truck going 70mph. Needless to say the truck was totaled, and they spent four hours in the ER checking out Arod making sure she was OK. Luckily this horrific experience turned out OK, but since - they hate moose. But, I thought I would make her a tie fleece blanket to remind her that regardless the obstacles that the life throws at us, we can still be warm and comfortable:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHyHg0EXI/AAAAAAAACjo/uavaiCMcWMA/s1600/IMG_1457%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHyHg0EXI/AAAAAAAACjo/uavaiCMcWMA/s320/IMG_1457%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551961735720866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Maroon, Blue, Grey, Brown, and Beige on the front side and the back is plain Maroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHx-xvjkI/AAAAAAAACjg/-VGUfxYq1Pg/s1600/IMG_1456%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHx-xvjkI/AAAAAAAACjg/-VGUfxYq1Pg/s320/IMG_1456%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551961733375954498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1.5 yd x 1.5 yd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHx5DgiYI/AAAAAAAACjY/3wAo3I7ywdw/s1600/IMG_1455%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHx5DgiYI/AAAAAAAACjY/3wAo3I7ywdw/s320/IMG_1455%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551961731839854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun project. I got to watch Polar Express and work hard the whole times.&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/6181747544100522395-7999980583395175673?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7999980583395175673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7999980583395175673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7999980583395175673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7999980583395175673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-amanda.html' title='Merry Christmas Amanda:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TQyHyHg0EXI/AAAAAAAACjo/uavaiCMcWMA/s72-c/IMG_1457%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6431996025587635133</id><published>2010-12-17T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:48:31.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 reasons I can't date...you. (sorry)</title><content type='html'>*note* a good friend of mine sometimes trys to turn it into something it's not. So for my own piece of mind, I had to write a pros and cons list...only it came out all cons! haha, glad I know what I want! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you bite your nails all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. swearing is incurable.&lt;br /&gt;3. you're not as good of a driver as you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;4. you read into things.&lt;br /&gt;5. you always misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;6. your friendship is conditional.&lt;br /&gt;7. you talk to much.&lt;br /&gt;8. you aren't a member or my church.&lt;br /&gt;9. you don't have much direction in what you want.&lt;br /&gt;10. you make me sad, almost like I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;11. you hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;12. your heart isn't in one place&lt;br /&gt;13. you lied about very important things.&lt;br /&gt;14. i need so much more then what you can or are willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;15. it's always about you.&lt;br /&gt;16. you expect me to buy everything.&lt;br /&gt;17. you have no concern for my goals.&lt;br /&gt;18. you don't know my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;19. don't express gratitude&lt;br /&gt;20. lacks patience&lt;br /&gt;21. too critical (puts others down on your way up)&lt;br /&gt;22.  never been anywhere&lt;br /&gt;23. track record with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;24. how you treat your family&lt;br /&gt;25. you desire for candy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;26. i am always number 2&lt;br /&gt;27. don't like my shows.&lt;br /&gt;28. not accepting of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;29. i'm going to school&lt;br /&gt;30. i really don't actually want you.&lt;br /&gt;31. you're one of my best friends, that would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;32. I want to be free, and do things for myself for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;33. I have never gone to Rexburg with completely no strings!&lt;br /&gt;34. after Rexburg I'm going to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;35. you make rash decisions.&lt;br /&gt;36. you're horrible at budgeting&lt;br /&gt;37. you don't listen&lt;br /&gt;38. someone else is calling you baby&lt;br /&gt;39. you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;40. you aren't over the past and will never accept what you deserve and don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pros and cons list to why I won't date you, or why it would never ever work out. I'm doing it my own way, and even though others may not understand...it's whats best for me. It's flattering to know there's options, and I love you to death. It makes me sad that you aren't happy, but you'll get there. I'm always around the corner, or a phone call away if you need to talk, or need advice. I'm always good for a smile, but you and me = friends....nothing more, nothing less:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Lady A :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Down the road the sun is shining, just keep holding on! Every heartache makes you stronger it won't be much longer, you'll find love, you'll find peace, and the you your meant to be. I know right now it's not the way you feel, but one day you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA . it appears you're not the guy for me, I'm sorry! Some things I'm not willing to compromise anymore&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/6181747544100522395-6431996025587635133?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6431996025587635133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6431996025587635133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6431996025587635133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6431996025587635133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/40-reasons-i-cant-dateyou-sorry.html' title='40 reasons I can&apos;t date...you. (sorry)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-8198750223258571378</id><published>2010-12-16T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:47:02.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Only Understand That Everything Is In His Hands</title><content type='html'>Two weeks notice submitted to the theater - Check&lt;br /&gt;Interview for a driving position in Alaska - Check&lt;br /&gt;Pack school stuff before family comes home - Check&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping - Check&lt;br /&gt;Accept Job in Alaska - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a busy couple of weeks! So many changes and opportunities I can hardly sit still. My agenda is changing daily, and it's so exciting. For a long time I felt kind of stuck.  I knew I needed to get back to school, and have worked really hard to get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;. For two years I have also worked real hard to go back to Alaska, and my efforts have paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I accepted a driving guide position for the Summer 2011. Although I'm really sad I will miss my family reunion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; summer, and my friends ... I know this is exactly what I want. I am thrilled I was offered the position and plan to work really hard to make good money! With the money I plan to pay off my truck, and pay for school. Some may be confused as to what I'm going to do with my schooling. I am going to school full-time this upcoming semester (Jan-April). Following my finals, I will go directly to Fairbanks for driver training. Once certified, I will then move back to Mt. McKinley Princess Lodge to work until September. I know it will be a busy long summer, but I can hardly wait. I fell in love with Alaska, the experience, the friends I made, and the job in 2008 - and I'm so grateful for the opportunity to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Alaska, I am not sure yet where I'll go. I do not plan on moving back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; to live with mom and dad. When I say goodbye to the B.M.C. in January, it will permanent. I feel that as of right now, the theater is holding me back from where I truly need and want to be. I have written so many of these blogs about where I feel I need to be, and how I am finally doing what I need to do. But it's so true, when the spirit of inspiration speaks to you with a feeling of confidence, comfort and support, you just know what you're doing is right. I have an overwhelming desire to finish my schooling, while doing what I need to do in the mean to time to appreciate my education. By doing everything I can to pay for my education, I know I will appreciate it that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B.M.C. has been great over the duration of the past 5 years. I couldn't imagine where I would be now if I hadn't received that job when I was 16. I have learned so much, and been introduced to so many bright and wonderful individuals.  I currently am working on a blog in tribute to my time spent there - but in the meantime, preparations for a farewell and goodbyes are being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not feel like things are falling into place anymore then they are right now. It's a wonderful feeling, and an answer to many many prayers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Buckle Up, cause come 4 months ... Its :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NORTH TO ALASKA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-8198750223258571378?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8198750223258571378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8198750223258571378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8198750223258571378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8198750223258571378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-can-only-understand-that-everything.html' title='We Can Only Understand That Everything Is In His Hands'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-2398585961750145197</id><published>2010-12-06T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:27:22.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like Home for the Holidays:)</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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L4aeZWvI/AAAAAAAACjQ/MvAsXY862oE/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L4aeZWvI/AAAAAAAACjQ/MvAsXY862oE/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547744117286066930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home! Let me give you a tour of Grandma and Grandpa Noble's House:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L32iA56I/AAAAAAAACjI/z2ve6ix2KOE/s1600/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L32iA56I/AAAAAAAACjI/z2ve6ix2KOE/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547744107637565346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa dressed his doves with holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L3sytHGI/AAAAAAAACjA/5BwgKJ_CCeE/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L3sytHGI/AAAAAAAACjA/5BwgKJ_CCeE/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547744105023216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Deanna contributed with her glass boxes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2LcAbLV9I/AAAAAAAACi4/3qmytTPwf4M/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2LcAbLV9I/AAAAAAAACi4/3qmytTPwf4M/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547743629256906706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings are hung by the chimney with care:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2Lba8qxkI/AAAAAAAACio/HdzjPnPCa00/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2Lba8qxkI/AAAAAAAACio/HdzjPnPCa00/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547743619196831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's sleigh on the dining table reminding all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; that soon, Mr. Clause will be here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2LbIGm43I/AAAAAAAACig/1puPlu_695A/s1600/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2LbIGm43I/AAAAAAAACig/1puPlu_695A/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547743614138246002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree is up, and decorated with love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2La5eYemI/AAAAAAAACiY/ARQSTB_wkew/s1600/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2La5eYemI/AAAAAAAACiY/ARQSTB_wkew/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547743610211433058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; presents are starting to gather all around:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you all for the holidays:) Meet you at "the dock on the bay" at the Noble Family Cabin 2010!&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/6181747544100522395-2398585961750145197?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2398585961750145197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2398585961750145197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2398585961750145197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2398585961750145197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-like-home-for-holidays.html' title='Nothing like Home for the Holidays:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TP2L4aeZWvI/AAAAAAAACjQ/MvAsXY862oE/s72-c/IMG_1448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8996484836494562222</id><published>2010-12-02T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:28:00.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TPgMUVx-1tI/AAAAAAAACiQ/mzxmympYgW4/s1600/countdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TPgMUVx-1tI/AAAAAAAACiQ/mzxmympYgW4/s320/countdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546196484690466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yep, that's right . . . only 5 more weeks until my big move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho. I'm starting to get real excited and restless. I can't seem to keep my bags unpacked. Some countdown to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm counting down to the day I get to move back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;:) It's going to be a fun semester I can just feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Last Sunday the most excellent talk was given. The topic was on gratitude, and expressing it. I feel extremely blessed today, and feel the need to share it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I'm working on :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Selfless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uplifting music :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I'm grateful for today : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Answering machines - So I can hear my niece Hannah say "Hi Aunt Danna" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Plows and Shovels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend Kevin for coming to help me pull out Mom's Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twilight Saga for keeping me entertained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Naps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Country music that makes me feel calm and confidant (Found a new artist - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bomshel&lt;/span&gt; - she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; native and is AMAZING! She sings 'fight like a girl' and '19 and crazy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4 wheel drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Power of Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fleece Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Johns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My growing family:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alarm Clocks to wake me up when I need to arise and shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Parents who are aware and care where their children are and who they are with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Second Chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My CTR ring that constantly serves as a reminder for me to make good choices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The opportunity to teach primary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just feel overwhelmed with everything. Things seem to be falling into place, and it's so exciting in my life. I'm always thrilled to see what each day brings. I'm beginning to get in the Christmas spirit this year;) Although money is tight, I have a few special things up my sleeve for some individuals in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&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/6181747544100522395-8996484836494562222?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8996484836494562222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8996484836494562222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8996484836494562222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8996484836494562222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TPgMUVx-1tI/AAAAAAAACiQ/mzxmympYgW4/s72-c/countdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1116681342348592125</id><published>2010-11-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:09:29.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for Deer whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TOL_KDEgnNI/AAAAAAAACiA/uXBqgTyNhv0/s1600/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TOL_KDEgnNI/AAAAAAAACiA/uXBqgTyNhv0/s320/deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540271039707126994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was awoke by my mom telling me that dad needed help! She was running around like she had lost her brain saying she had to make some phone calls, and for me to put on some warm clothes and head outside to help dad hold the deer!  I had NO IDEA what mom was talking about? Was she sleep walking, why is dad holding a deer? Regardless, I got out of bed, put on some heavy sweats and a sweatshirt and walked outside. I looked up the hill and dad (sure enough) was holding a deer! It was hard on his shoulder to keep the deer calm but he was waiting for mom to call Idaho Department of Fish and Game.  I walked up to the deer, and she immediately started licking my hand! It was the cutest thing ever!  She wasn't scared at all, but she didn't want to be held in one place. Once mom got a hold of Fish and Game, they told us to go ahead and let her go. The asked us not to feed her but to kind of watch to make sure she wanders off. Well, she didn't go far. She then went to our neighbors and followed him around. She was not afraid of people, cars or the road. Bad bad bad news for the little one. Finally fish and game called back and asked if she was still around, when mom said "yes" they decided they would come pick her up as she was already domesticated. Sad to see baby deer go, she was fun for a day:)  I then helped dad haul the motorcycles to town with my truck:) All in all a good day outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-1116681342348592125?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1116681342348592125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1116681342348592125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1116681342348592125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1116681342348592125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-is-for-deer-whisperer.html' title='D is for Deer whisperer'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TOL_KDEgnNI/AAAAAAAACiA/uXBqgTyNhv0/s72-c/deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-3822898428983899654</id><published>2010-11-09T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:38:21.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cali Rae Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnKGp7FUwI/AAAAAAAACh4/Bp0VvF_uXF0/s1600/1286561511664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnKGp7FUwI/AAAAAAAACh4/Bp0VvF_uXF0/s320/1286561511664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537679432510427906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sister is defined as:&lt;br /&gt;a female sibling is called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sister" title="Sister" class="mw-redirect"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;.  In most societies throughout the world, siblings usually grow up  together and spend a good deal of their childhood socializing with one  another. This genetic and physical closeness may be marked by the  development of strong &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_bonding" title="Human bonding"&gt;emotional bond&lt;/a&gt; such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love" title="Love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enmity" title="Enmity" class="mw-redirect"&gt;enmity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I realized this week how much I depend on my sister! I have always looked up and admired my sister, but I never realized that I confide in her in so many ways. I love the time we get to spend together, and it never seems to be quite enough. I always think of the many late nights we would stay up together in our bed playing games when we were supposed to be sleeping. All the many jokes and laughs we shared together. The memories are endless. I know growing up I used to beg for my own room. There was nothing I wanted more then to be able to have a sleep over where my sister didn't have to spend the night in the room too...But I now couldn't thank my parents enough for making us share a bedroom together - even when there were spare bedrooms available. It raised my sister and I to be best friends. As I grew older and my sister went off to college, I realized, I never want to grow up!  When I'm feeling down, or helpless, I know that my sister is just a phone call away. She has done so much for me in our times together, that it would take a lifetime to repay her. The life-lessons and encouragement she gives me cannot be replaced in any other way. I was so excited when she got engaged to my Brother-in-law Andrew, although I knew I would be giving her away. I am so glad my sister hasn't neglected me after she got married. I love her with all my heart, and am so glad that I not only have the best sister in the world, but the best friend in the world!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best friends never grow apart:)&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/6181747544100522395-3822898428983899654?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/3822898428983899654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=3822898428983899654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3822898428983899654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/3822898428983899654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-grow-up.html' title='Never Grow Up'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnKGp7FUwI/AAAAAAAACh4/Bp0VvF_uXF0/s72-c/1286561511664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6080898898852766524</id><published>2010-11-09T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:21:33.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the time of year again. When my dad spends tireless hours outside  preparing our property for winter. A lot of the time, I am unable to  help him due to my work schedule. This particular afternoon I was able  to spend a few hours helping him remove the boat lift covers off the  lifts. It was the coldest experience of the fall season thus far:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHFu8dAKI/AAAAAAAAChY/7TNDK0oxLQ8/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.24.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHFu8dAKI/AAAAAAAAChY/7TNDK0oxLQ8/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.24.58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537676118143598754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's right! I was in the water....in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHFeB1TZI/AAAAAAAAChQ/hQtgOThfLV0/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.24.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHFeB1TZI/AAAAAAAAChQ/hQtgOThfLV0/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.24.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537676113602760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneuvering the ladder in waist deep water, in flip flops was a feat all in itself. My shoe kept getting stuck in the clay, and it didn't help that the ladder was SO TOP HEAVY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHE7VD9AI/AAAAAAAAChI/A1q8-BwPEdE/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.24.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHE7VD9AI/AAAAAAAAChI/A1q8-BwPEdE/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.24.33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537676104288171010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ground support in the water while dad undead the strings on the lift covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGjLPgHQI/AAAAAAAAChA/fu_B1lubNM0/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.24.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGjLPgHQI/AAAAAAAAChA/fu_B1lubNM0/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.24.18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537675524444265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the most stable ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGizEw_kI/AAAAAAAACg4/ReEgwl7LFMo/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.24.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGizEw_kI/AAAAAAAACg4/ReEgwl7LFMo/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.24.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537675517956783682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;attempting to raise the ladder up high enough to reach the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGiX6w1OI/AAAAAAAACgw/fKN_xce2qOY/s1600/2010-10-22%2B15.23.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnGiX6w1OI/AAAAAAAACgw/fKN_xce2qOY/s320/2010-10-22%2B15.23.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537675510667072738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take down the ladder so dad could pick it up onto the dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing cold, but I am glad I was able to help mom and dad. I can't imagine how dad would have taken down the lift-cover on his own. The cold throws dad's head wacky - therefore I don't think he could have gotten in the cold temperatures and still be able to think clearly. It wasn't until I got out of the water, and changed for work that I realized, we have hip waiters, and a wet suit. I guess that would have sucked all the fun out of the experience though! haha&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/6181747544100522395-6080898898852766524?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6080898898852766524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6080898898852766524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6080898898852766524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6080898898852766524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/11/preparation-for-winter.html' title='Preparation for Winter'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnHFu8dAKI/AAAAAAAAChY/7TNDK0oxLQ8/s72-c/2010-10-22%2B15.24.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7616740466847217408</id><published>2010-11-09T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:57:35.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week with my sister and her family:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHO CAME TO TOWN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBy_cxqZI/AAAAAAAACgo/XmkpyJ0JdIg/s1600/72245_448620405527_590340527_5876320_6612527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBy_cxqZI/AAAAAAAACgo/XmkpyJ0JdIg/s320/72245_448620405527_590340527_5876320_6612527_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537670298598484370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! David came to visit:) My sister purchased tickets to a concert as an early Christmas present for her mother-in-law and our mother. The concert was Celtic Thunder, in Spokane at the Performing Arts Center. The concert was on a Tuesday, so Stephanie and Andrew drove up on Sunday evening:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnByKifz3I/AAAAAAAACgg/zyMxPra0h9Y/s1600/69309_448620205527_590340527_5876316_333881_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnByKifz3I/AAAAAAAACgg/zyMxPra0h9Y/s320/69309_448620205527_590340527_5876316_333881_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537670284395401074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that Sunday was Halloween, Stephanie pulled over before getting into town and put the kids in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costumes to trick-or-treat Grandma and Grandpa Noble. They also made a special stop to see Aunt Deanna at work! They were too adorable. Little Hannah Bear didn't know what to think about her puppy costume. She kept pulling at the snout on top of her head! David on the other hand......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBx72226I/AAAAAAAACgY/dQqS4Qpm_zI/s1600/76192_448620140527_590340527_5876315_5431957_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBx72226I/AAAAAAAACgY/dQqS4Qpm_zI/s320/76192_448620140527_590340527_5876315_5431957_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537670280454265762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love being a little Tiger! He enjoyed dressing up and even saying TRICK-OR-TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days went way too fast. On Tuesday afternoon Stephanie wanted to go for a 4wheeler ride to fine a good spot to take Fall-family photos. We bundled up and went up the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBXjscPuI/AAAAAAAACgQ/M4zDoRhukRQ/s1600/75191_448623035527_590340527_5876388_4894866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBXjscPuI/AAAAAAAACgQ/M4zDoRhukRQ/s320/75191_448623035527_590340527_5876388_4894866_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669827291528930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only time you'll ever see us NOT looking alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBXH6LO6I/AAAAAAAACgI/iEWCZdaDq6g/s1600/148806_448622425527_590340527_5876367_6009890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBXH6LO6I/AAAAAAAACgI/iEWCZdaDq6g/s320/148806_448622425527_590340527_5876367_6009890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669819832941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afternoon Ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBW76RR-I/AAAAAAAACgA/fMkks8BEp-0/s1600/75703_448623735527_590340527_5876404_1761908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBW76RR-I/AAAAAAAACgA/fMkks8BEp-0/s320/75703_448623735527_590340527_5876404_1761908_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669816612112354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the bay in the fall. We truly reside in the most beautiful place on the earth:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBWn4DCJI/AAAAAAAACf4/EHx5DYnRQsQ/s1600/75703_448623735527_590340527_5876404_1761908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBWSr-YHI/AAAAAAAACfw/UKwM6sz1eeE/s1600/david%2Band%2Bhannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBWSr-YHI/AAAAAAAACfw/UKwM6sz1eeE/s320/david%2Band%2Bhannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669805546299506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David and Hannah in the car. After a couple short days in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt;, we continued the family vacation in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; for little Hannah's first birthday party, and a Collin Raye concert on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I campus. It was such a fun road-trip, and time well spent with family. I'm glad I was able to get a week break from work, now I'm back to reality for the next 8 weeks in preparation to save for school:)&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/6181747544100522395-7616740466847217408?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7616740466847217408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7616740466847217408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7616740466847217408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7616740466847217408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-with-my-sister-and-her-family.html' title='A week with my sister and her family:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TNnBy_cxqZI/AAAAAAAACgo/XmkpyJ0JdIg/s72-c/72245_448620405527_590340527_5876320_6612527_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1369624386139420208</id><published>2010-10-29T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:55:38.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clip from The Social Network</title><content type='html'>This week I had the opportunity to watch the new movie about Facebook. It's titled the Social Network. Not only was the screen play impeccable, but the acting was incredible. I was so intrigued the entire movie how Mark Zuckerburg and Eduardo Saverin are portrayed. I give this film 9 thumbs up for entertainment value. It is crazy to me how much has gone on between two friends who were sitting in their dorm room, on a Tuesday night, drunk...when the first little inklings to facebook came to mind...the first little idea what is now a multi-million dollar market. The internet world is booming and the phrase "Facebook me" has become very common in society. Today's younger generation struggles to communicate face to face as each individual relies on the virtual world to hold a conversation. The brains behind the facebook operation are so incredibly genius and this film takes you through the journey and history behind not only the dot-com website, but also the lives of those who created the the site.  Just thought I might share my thoughts and opinions regarding this movie! I mean after-all I am a fairly credible movie critic with 5 years experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/5PrLjaS9SRY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PrLjaS9SRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PrLjaS9SRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-1369624386139420208?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1369624386139420208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1369624386139420208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1369624386139420208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1369624386139420208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/clip-from-social-network.html' title='Clip from The Social Network'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-2353566614044266984</id><published>2010-10-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:14:22.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARYWOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5n_k5AI/AAAAAAAACfA/YBCIDCBnsBU/s1600/73615_445351662959_681512959_5477122_5829559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5n_k5AI/AAAAAAAACfA/YBCIDCBnsBU/s320/73615_445351662959_681512959_5477122_5829559_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558239073199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend some coworkers, friends and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Silverwoood&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scarywood&lt;/span&gt;). It was packed! We purchased our tickets online - which I defiantly recommend as lines to buy tickets was fifty times longer then anyone wanted to wait in the rain and cold. We lucked out on weather. It had rained all day so it was wet and cold, but stopped raining nearly an hour before we entered the park, and ceased the entire night! So fortunate. Right when we entered the park, we waited an hour in line for the train ride. It was a disappointment to me. There were a lot of older individuals and children on our car. The show they put on was similar to the rated R movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt;. Although semi-humorous it was just foul. I didn't realize that scary had to be supported by a poor choice in language and conduct. It wasn't even pg-13 appropriate, and the show/action wasn't even all that great. So I guess if one is entertained by cursing words and inappropriate body language then sure, it was GREAT! The scariest part of the train ride as an explosive they set off over the bridge, and all the guns they were shooting off.  They painted on a lot of the seats on the train too [pictured above] to scare you before even taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5QNwlyI/AAAAAAAACe4/WHeq8GwkrMc/s1600/73192_445345717959_681512959_5477002_5113519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5QNwlyI/AAAAAAAACe4/WHeq8GwkrMc/s320/73192_445345717959_681512959_5477002_5113519_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558232690235170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were really fortunate on lines! In fact, the longest line we waited in (after the train) was for food! Who would have thought. It was pretty chilly out, but we all huddled together and bundled up and we were fine:) They had another attraction called Blood Bayou, which was the ice rink all decked out as a haunted house. It is rumored that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt; Theme Park put millions of dollars into this haunted experience. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; GOOD! Creepiest thing I've been through to date by far!  It even beat the Haunted Mill in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;!  It was very well done, I was so frightened and we only waited in line for about 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5FHxUqI/AAAAAAAACew/U0gUbQOeFI8/s1600/73043_445355507959_681512959_5477216_4700548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5FHxUqI/AAAAAAAACew/U0gUbQOeFI8/s320/73043_445355507959_681512959_5477216_4700548_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558229712327330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The employee's of the park were all dressed up! This is dead Elvis, he was pretty funny. Another section of the park (which you couldn't go around) Was dead clowns. They followed you around and were insanely creepy! They had very good costumes and were pretty well trained in how to terrify someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl49ZU4iI/AAAAAAAACeo/vl76Xxi_Q5E/s1600/72998_445349367959_681512959_5477068_6578332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl49ZU4iI/AAAAAAAACeo/vl76Xxi_Q5E/s320/72998_445349367959_681512959_5477068_6578332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533558227638477346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to keep entertained while waiting in line. If I were one of the individuals who were waiting around us, I would have been thoroughly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by our conversations. We went from talking about Federal Prison to Disney movies? Who does that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslgVpeQ3I/AAAAAAAACeg/YBWAR7m5Pj8/s1600/69072_445364802959_681512959_5477467_6898206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslgVpeQ3I/AAAAAAAACeg/YBWAR7m5Pj8/s320/69072_445364802959_681512959_5477467_6898206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557804651922290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, Lexi, Brandon, Deanna, Amanda, Robby:) (Not pictured: Spencer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslf7DY58I/AAAAAAAACeY/sEHlTgQ-zPQ/s1600/67400_445357017959_681512959_5477252_1784458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslf7DY58I/AAAAAAAACeY/sEHlTgQ-zPQ/s320/67400_445357017959_681512959_5477252_1784458_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557797512865730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came up behind me and tried to scare us. Unfortunately for him, I saw him coming - and it was well lit. Leave it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lexi&lt;/span&gt; to capture a quick picture cause this was not posed or planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfhqRT-I/AAAAAAAACeQ/X4EqjWf7SA8/s1600/37199_445358387959_681512959_5477272_8305734_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfhqRT-I/AAAAAAAACeQ/X4EqjWf7SA8/s320/37199_445358387959_681512959_5477272_8305734_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557790696624098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lexi, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arod&lt;/span&gt; on the scrambler. By far my favorite ride YEAR ROUND:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfebMgkI/AAAAAAAACeI/h9DbAOL30Aw/s1600/37189_445350062959_681512959_5477083_5780352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfebMgkI/AAAAAAAACeI/h9DbAOL30Aw/s320/37189_445350062959_681512959_5477083_5780352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557789828088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line for Thunder Canyon. The story behind this haunted maze was a girl-scouts bus that was captured in the wilderness and anyone the police sent to get the children - never come back. It was great, up until I heard....the chainsaw. I'm terrified of chainsaws. I froze and fell to the ground. Robby literally picked me up and pushed me the through the ending. The chainsaw guy saw how terrified I was of him - so he chased after me. I took off running as fast as I could! Robby then turned around and pushed the guy back from chasing after me. The dude had the nerve to say "get out of the way!" to which Robby responded, "Leave her alone!" It was so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfWlDF2I/AAAAAAAACeA/KvVkorIEW1Q/s1600/33598_445360822959_681512959_5477327_721242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMslfWlDF2I/AAAAAAAACeA/KvVkorIEW1Q/s320/33598_445360822959_681512959_5477327_721242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557787721930594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then had enough time to end the night at Timber Terror. Oh my goodness, I'm so glad we left this for last. It was awesome! What they did was the turned the cars on the roller-coaster to go BACKWARDS! You have no idea where your going and all you can see is what's behind you! We waited in line for nearly an hour, then were able to get on the ride! Spencer and I were ride buddies and decided to ride in the very very front car, the one that drops first. It appeared like all the cars were going to fall on top of us as we went down the steep decline! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! MOST THRILLING THING I'VE DONE! SO INTENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I rate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Scarywood&lt;/span&gt; a +10. It was very worth our while, and worth the $25 to get in. In fact, not only do you get admission in to the park that evening but you also get a voucher for a free admission in May. Therefore you enjoy 2 trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt;, for the price of one! Not a bad deal at all:) Good clean fall fun!&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/6181747544100522395-2353566614044266984?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2353566614044266984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2353566614044266984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2353566614044266984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2353566614044266984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/scarywood.html' title='SCARYWOOD!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMsl5n_k5AI/AAAAAAAACfA/YBCIDCBnsBU/s72-c/73615_445351662959_681512959_5477122_5829559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2862839053092963316</id><published>2010-10-29T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:25:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I At 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMpzvGG7HuI/AAAAAAAACd4/oOHy5C0Stlg/s1600/1025101441-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMpzvGG7HuI/AAAAAAAACd4/oOHy5C0Stlg/s320/1025101441-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533362345108774626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO AM I YOU ASK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much has changed in my life over the past few years - it's easy to forget who I really am...So I was at work tonight, and I got into a really really intense conversation with my coworkers (Travis and Hudson) and a customer for like 45 minutes. We talked about who we are and what we value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I see it, confidence is an attractive trait. I may not be the skinniest girl, or the most athletic or beautiful - but I know who I am, and I'm confident in my own self-worth, therefore I rock it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, jealous is a very poisonous emotion. Those who are jealous tend to push the ones they love away. I feel I'm at a point in my life where I'm comfortable with myself enough to know the importance and value of trust and loyalty. I don't feel like I'm the jealous and or dishonest type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become very independent over the past couple years. It is only fair to say that growing up has really helped me appreciate not only my family and friendships I have created - but myself. It's beautiful to me to be able to say that "I love myself" therefore, becoming ready to accept the love of others. I feel a level of respect is not only expected and learned in an individual, but also earned. I continue to strive to earn the respect of my family and peers. I attempt to be a better family member and friend on a daily basis. Also, I have been taking a stand in local issues, paying attention to politics and local issues all the while trying my best to do my part as an active-community member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dyed my hair recently (picture shown above), and it turned out much darker then intended. Although this is not a real excuse, I just felt the need for change (which I do often when life/work gets stressful). My outward appearance has changed, but I am still the same ole' me:) Trying my best to consistently self improve and help others in need when possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6181747544100522395-2862839053092963316?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2862839053092963316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2862839053092963316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2862839053092963316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2862839053092963316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-am-i-at-21.html' title='Who Am I At 21'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TMpzvGG7HuI/AAAAAAAACd4/oOHy5C0Stlg/s72-c/1025101441-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-443727692812004568</id><published>2010-10-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:10:28.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ability to change is a measurable trait</title><content type='html'>So much has been going on lately here in the little town of Sandpoint, ID. Especially in my life. I feel like I have been on a roller-coaster. Only it hasn't been a fun one where I throw my hands in the air and carelessly scream. It's more like one those roller-coasters that makes you sick. Where you hit your head so hard on the head rest that you get one of those headaches that knocks you out for days. This particular ride makes your stomach churn and you count down the seconds/minutes/hours/days/weeks till it's over. This roller-coaster has been challenging, and to put it lightly (without saying too much) pretty much a complete and utterly miserable catastrophe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; let' s just title my roller-coaster:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The reality of my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true account of what I have been dealing with, without disclosing too much information. Really it's frustration more than anything! I started working in the theater industry about  5 years ago. I am coming up on my 5 year anniversary this Halloween! Wow time flies by so fast. OK, so here we go - I will break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owners of the company introduced changes in my work facility by a swift and rapid change in management. I was to remain the assistant manager, but the way the schedule was to be done would change my daily duties drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of managing shifts and taking on responsibilities that you would commonly see in management positions in other businesses, I was now a glorified box office associate. I went from the top, twelve steps backwards to the bottom. All the while attempting to slowly train the new manager in the new facility. Being that this theater is run different then the other theaters this individual has worked at, I was valuable and a key asset... for like 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Early October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes had effected all my coworkers. But my attitude has been that life isn't always fair, and we deal with whatever is thrown at us. I started to dread going to work. Not because of who I was working with or for, but my job was unrewarding. It is like being given a bowl of candy as a kid, and told you can only sit and look at it. You can't even ask questions regarding the candy and why you cannot partake of it! This is my job in a nut-shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get robbed. No idea who did it or where the money is now, but it is irritating that you can't trust anyone! I am still working with someone who is dishonest. I cannot fathom why any of the other 4 who it could potentially be, would do such a thing. I think due to my religious background I always see the light in each individual I come in contact with. I never want to think that I can't trust my friends and/or coworkers. The total dollar amount is somewhere around the mid 12,000 and the investigation is still on-going. Last night the investigating officer came in and asked me if I would verbally agree to a polygraph. They need an agreement from each of the 5 who had safe combination's and keys to move forward in the case. Although, she did say some of us may not be tested...but we all have to agree in order for the prosecutors office to order the polygraphs. ugh, why does stuff like this even happen? Can't everyone just be trustworthy in all their endeavors. I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Present time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is a horrible, miserable, no good, very bad time. I never get excited to go in, and I usually can't wait to clock off. I feel like I'm 16 again with all the drama that goes on downstairs, when I have become accustomed to working upstairs. My position has become a confusing game of telephone and I'm always tired and stressed out. I'm beside myself. I go back to school in January and I can hold on that long but I can't say that it's a pleasant experience. In fact, I have never been so disrespected and belittled in a managerial setting in my life. Without saying too much, all I can say is . . . wow:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a much lighter note, I get to see my sister in a couple weeks! I can't wait...it's a much needed break away from reality. I know in life you won't always like your coworkers or get along with your boss - but really...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6181747544100522395-443727692812004568?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/443727692812004568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=443727692812004568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/443727692812004568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/443727692812004568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/ability-to-change-is-measurable-trait.html' title='the ability to change is a measurable trait'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-853161240723051572</id><published>2010-10-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:05:25.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason I love Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There is nothing like a day in down-town Sandpoint, ID carving pumpkins in the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Yokes early Monday morning to pick out some pumpkins from the Yokes pumpkin patch! We then went to the park to begin carving. It was so much fun to be outdoors and enjoy the crisp fall air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL32Iy4DdMI/AAAAAAAACdY/A41AK59dgE8/s1600/73663_442692777959_681512959_5434863_714334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL32Iy4DdMI/AAAAAAAACdY/A41AK59dgE8/s320/73663_442692777959_681512959_5434863_714334_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529846548437103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Apparently carving pumpkins brings out the intensity in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL32It9XG6I/AAAAAAAACdQ/9p9UwgdUjv8/s1600/72776_442692322959_681512959_5434854_1906719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL32It9XG6I/AAAAAAAACdQ/9p9UwgdUjv8/s320/72776_442692322959_681512959_5434854_1906719_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529846547117185954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The group, Amanda Rodriguez, Robby Holt, Brandon Orr, Tabitha Long, Deanna Noble and Alex Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31oDb6xeI/AAAAAAAACdI/c2ucVpkjqtg/s1600/33610_442696647959_681512959_5434926_2932617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31oDb6xeI/AAAAAAAACdI/c2ucVpkjqtg/s320/33610_442696647959_681512959_5434926_2932617_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845985946813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poking holes in my pumpin where i'm going to cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31n01O4YI/AAAAAAAACdA/-GEPXo8O9bM/s1600/69422_442700582959_681512959_5434973_7406620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31n01O4YI/AAAAAAAACdA/-GEPXo8O9bM/s320/69422_442700582959_681512959_5434973_7406620_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845982026457474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me with my masterpiece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31nm--69I/AAAAAAAACc4/Z-3arZK5ROQ/s1600/73004_442699177959_681512959_5434949_3073819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31nm--69I/AAAAAAAACc4/Z-3arZK5ROQ/s320/73004_442699177959_681512959_5434949_3073819_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845978309258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31nZBHBPI/AAAAAAAACcw/waXTiUiPg5s/s1600/72402_442695207959_681512959_5434917_4165713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31nZBHBPI/AAAAAAAACcw/waXTiUiPg5s/s320/72402_442695207959_681512959_5434917_4165713_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845974560081138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying not to make a mistake:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31mxeDGcI/AAAAAAAACco/k9XUzXPXr4U/s1600/71871_442698882959_681512959_5434946_6755794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31mxeDGcI/AAAAAAAACco/k9XUzXPXr4U/s320/71871_442698882959_681512959_5434946_6755794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845963944040898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31E8fbS9I/AAAAAAAACcg/AppR69k9TJA/s1600/69145_442700317959_681512959_5434968_7227411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31E8fbS9I/AAAAAAAACcg/AppR69k9TJA/s320/69145_442700317959_681512959_5434968_7227411_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845382787058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a ghost, coming out of a headstone, with a creepy tree and moon on the right. In case you couldn't tell:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31ErbbUyI/AAAAAAAACcY/xNv4wblewko/s1600/66920_442696772959_681512959_5434927_5966116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31ErbbUyI/AAAAAAAACcY/xNv4wblewko/s320/66920_442696772959_681512959_5434927_5966116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845378206880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The mess in the garbage can in the park from 6 pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31EJ97m3I/AAAAAAAACcQ/ClKEgWp39tQ/s1600/66064_442708142959_681512959_5435197_6520855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31EJ97m3I/AAAAAAAACcQ/ClKEgWp39tQ/s320/66064_442708142959_681512959_5435197_6520855_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845369224797042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think we could be in some fall magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31EHsPumI/AAAAAAAACcI/iNXH2Xvt-D8/s1600/33588_442700427959_681512959_5434971_4466494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31EHsPumI/AAAAAAAACcI/iNXH2Xvt-D8/s320/33588_442700427959_681512959_5434971_4466494_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845368613747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OH FALL HOW .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31DgNijUI/AAAAAAAACcA/cyrsCSsimkU/s1600/40902_442702107959_681512959_5435003_7134946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL31DgNijUI/AAAAAAAACcA/cyrsCSsimkU/s320/40902_442702107959_681512959_5435003_7134946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529845358015974722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was an absolutely gorgeous day. After finishing our pumpkins we walked around the park and took some silly pictures:) Then we decided we were hungry we so we walked to Alex's parents restaurant (Mr. Sub) and ate some sandwiches! It was so much fun to walk around on such a beautiful day. I couldn't ask for better friends and a more exciting adventure. When we went to drop off everyone at their cars at the theater we all had to go to the bathroom. Following a potty break we went to leave and Tabitha started having a seizure. Brandon, Arod and I held Tabitha's head and hand and helped her through it. I called her father who was headed to town to pick her up. When he arrived, we helped her to the car, got her stuff out of her car, and sad farewell! It was really hard for all of us to watch Tabitha be in so much pain and struggle, I felt horrible. Today Tabitha is feeling much better and resting! We love you Tabitha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the theater I went to Grandma and Grandpas to help them with a problem with their phone line! After talking with them a bit they wanted to see my pumpkin. I brought it in from my truck to show them, and they were delighted. I decided (since i had the battery candles with me) to leave it on their porch for the neighborhood to enjoy. Grandma was so excited! It looks so adorable all lit up, and needless to say, Grandma and Grandpa are ready for TRICK-OR-TREATERS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-853161240723051572?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/853161240723051572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=853161240723051572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/853161240723051572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/853161240723051572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-reason-i-love-fall.html' title='One Reason I love Fall'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TL32Iy4DdMI/AAAAAAAACdY/A41AK59dgE8/s72-c/73663_442692777959_681512959_5434863_714334_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8010197903751911538</id><published>2010-10-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:53:19.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Rod's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's October again! Which means it Amanda Rodriguez ( a coworker of mine) will celebrate her birthday! Last year the girls from work went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spokane&lt;/span&gt; to have dinner and go dancing...this year we decided to do a little more low key. Amanda's sister was in town and got a hotel room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDA&lt;/span&gt;. We left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; directly after work on Saturday, and headed towards a night on the town:) We stopped to go shopping before going to our hotel room:) After checking in, we got ready for dinner, and headed to Olive Garden. Probably the most entertaining meal I have ever sat through, I have never ate so much pasta in my whole life!  After olive garden we got ice cream at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Safeway&lt;/span&gt;, and went to the hotel room. I died Amanda and her sisters hair, and we talked away the night. I think we finally went to sleep around 4 am. We woke up around 9:45 and went to Denny's for breakfast. It was such a fun girls weekend and I'm so glad I get to spend every birthday with Amanda:) She's a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYII-OTHqI/AAAAAAAACb4/5ymx_WRveF4/s1600/62179_1190112730935_1771878749_373518_1557234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYII-OTHqI/AAAAAAAACb4/5ymx_WRveF4/s320/62179_1190112730935_1771878749_373518_1557234_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614542878809762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend checkoff sheet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYIIqzW35I/AAAAAAAACbw/qnM3C7IYqMc/s1600/63356_1190495340500_1771878749_374379_3075660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYIIqzW35I/AAAAAAAACbw/qnM3C7IYqMc/s320/63356_1190495340500_1771878749_374379_3075660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614537665535890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-rod and I getting ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYIIUGjK1I/AAAAAAAACbo/JBeniGHWsv8/s1600/62437_1190225013742_1771878749_373799_2193791_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYIIUGjK1I/AAAAAAAACbo/JBeniGHWsv8/s320/62437_1190225013742_1771878749_373799_2193791_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614531572018002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeover I gave Tabitha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHxAjQC6I/AAAAAAAACbQ/r4oZ9EYEGUQ/s1600/40910_1190735546505_1771878749_374882_4192923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHxAjQC6I/AAAAAAAACbQ/r4oZ9EYEGUQ/s320/40910_1190735546505_1771878749_374882_4192923_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614131186699170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHw_0xxzI/AAAAAAAACbI/tPKckdDoBc8/s1600/33649_1190594342975_1771878749_374617_4520485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHw_0xxzI/AAAAAAAACbI/tPKckdDoBc8/s320/33649_1190594342975_1771878749_374617_4520485_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614130991777586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHwjaB44I/AAAAAAAACbA/RcbRY9z5IYA/s1600/36079_1190595222997_1771878749_374619_7631187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYHwjaB44I/AAAAAAAACbA/RcbRY9z5IYA/s320/36079_1190595222997_1771878749_374619_7631187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527614123363394434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stop at the mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun with my coworkers:)&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/6181747544100522395-8010197903751911538?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8010197903751911538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8010197903751911538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8010197903751911538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8010197903751911538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/rods-birthday.html' title='A-Rod&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYII-OTHqI/AAAAAAAACb4/5ymx_WRveF4/s72-c/62179_1190112730935_1771878749_373518_1557234_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8588164869231166609</id><published>2010-10-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:54:03.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the Alaska Reunion 2010, in Post Falls Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Raby flew into Spokane Friday evening, and I drove down to Kaynie's apartment right after work. That evening we went to dinner at Red Robin and came home to talk about our lives and get all caught up. Kaynie and I naturally stayed up real late talking about school, work, guys the works. In the morning we woke up and picked up Nicole Attridge from her apartment in Spokane and headed to the airport to wait for the arrival of Kiara! After lunch at dicks, we went up Southhill to Mainto park. It was a beautiful day - not to hot not too cold!  We took the opportunity to make sure and get a bunch of pictures of us all together. We were able to drive around the south hill and look at the beautiful homes, and dream of the day that we are in a position to own such a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to riverfront park to relax and walk around! We took the time to also be children and ride the marry-go-round! Such a fun day with a fun group of girls:) Later that night Chris and Carson Mills arrived with Carissa from Okanogan! We ordered pizza and just laid low at the apartment playing games and goofing around:)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCNPeXNCI/AAAAAAAACa4/xWIRHMguzG0/s1600/62707_437632292255_617552255_5804643_8224032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCAwDcuII/AAAAAAAACaw/Cw8vWvSCQQs/s1600/62707_437632272255_617552255_5804639_7204123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCAwDcuII/AAAAAAAACaw/Cw8vWvSCQQs/s320/62707_437632272255_617552255_5804639_7204123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607804566485122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at pictures of the day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCAfaktSI/AAAAAAAACao/Ym3BLQn8B9k/s1600/62092_437623347255_617552255_5804507_4116377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCAfaktSI/AAAAAAAACao/Ym3BLQn8B9k/s320/62092_437623347255_617552255_5804507_4116377_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607800100074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls day out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_vjxkcI/AAAAAAAACag/KajorI1L96Y/s1600/62065_437627042255_617552255_5804539_7116075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_vjxkcI/AAAAAAAACag/KajorI1L96Y/s320/62065_437627042255_617552255_5804539_7116075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607787253764546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_fR-3VI/AAAAAAAACaY/_V6-8Pb-P1E/s1600/62065_437627027255_617552255_5804536_6443302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_fR-3VI/AAAAAAAACaY/_V6-8Pb-P1E/s320/62065_437627027255_617552255_5804536_6443302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607782884171090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelling the flowers:) (rose garden manito park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_Han5SI/AAAAAAAACaQ/gzXTXbpGnRA/s1600/60963_437627897255_617552255_5804558_249397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYB_Han5SI/AAAAAAAACaQ/gzXTXbpGnRA/s320/60963_437627897255_617552255_5804558_249397_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607776477963554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Marry-Go-Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBlh_BnyI/AAAAAAAACaI/mweofg9vxaI/s1600/60807_437626827255_617552255_5804534_1291720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBlh_BnyI/AAAAAAAACaI/mweofg9vxaI/s320/60807_437626827255_617552255_5804534_1291720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607336933367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Garden:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBk4YNTgI/AAAAAAAACZ4/dxp-zgix9Hc/s1600/60380_437631872255_617552255_5804634_4160480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBk4YNTgI/AAAAAAAACZ4/dxp-zgix9Hc/s320/60380_437631872255_617552255_5804634_4160480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607325764701698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicks for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBkhJ3_BI/AAAAAAAACZw/i8GpLzgFsDk/s1600/60368_437628317255_617552255_5804576_5501223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBkhJ3_BI/AAAAAAAACZw/i8GpLzgFsDk/s320/60368_437628317255_617552255_5804576_5501223_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607319530568722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the Bell Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBkZNsnsI/AAAAAAAACZo/7sIhtIFIs3k/s1600/60368_437628292255_617552255_5804571_1030524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYBkZNsnsI/AAAAAAAACZo/7sIhtIFIs3k/s320/60368_437628292255_617552255_5804571_1030524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527607317399117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAVBBah0I/AAAAAAAACYQ/jR9cHIuO4qo/s1600/60368_437628287255_617552255_5804570_7064113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAVBBah0I/AAAAAAAACYQ/jR9cHIuO4qo/s320/60368_437628287255_617552255_5804570_7064113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605953695483714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;largest wagon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAUlQkGcI/AAAAAAAACYI/02fJxw9m8pQ/s1600/60345_437627452255_617552255_5804552_1643989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAUlQkGcI/AAAAAAAACYI/02fJxw9m8pQ/s320/60345_437627452255_617552255_5804552_1643989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605946242832834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spokane Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAUB0J0MI/AAAAAAAACYA/fuxFmOMHp-o/s1600/60345_437627437255_617552255_5804549_3550480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAUB0J0MI/AAAAAAAACYA/fuxFmOMHp-o/s320/60345_437627437255_617552255_5804549_3550480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605936728428738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAT4YvYUI/AAAAAAAACX4/gAQjW6AVfAk/s1600/60345_437627407255_617552255_5804543_7218532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAT4YvYUI/AAAAAAAACX4/gAQjW6AVfAk/s320/60345_437627407255_617552255_5804543_7218532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605934197530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYATlaNaAI/AAAAAAAACXw/BdgVPJN-I0I/s1600/60109_437629832255_617552255_5804583_5901908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYATlaNaAI/AAAAAAAACXw/BdgVPJN-I0I/s320/60109_437629832255_617552255_5804583_5901908_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605929103419394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we woke up and all got ready for church, I was so tired,  as we had to rotate 6 people through the bathroom and I volunteered to  be ONE of the first to rotate in...Being up late, and getting up early -  takes a toll on me! After church we all dressed up in our matching Post Falls tee-shirts and walked to the park just down the road from Kaynie's apartment. We were able to play on the toys and walk around the falls! I actually lost my phone (which late was stolen) at the park...So frustrating! Chris and Kiara walked all over the park multiple times in attempt to help me find it...we never did:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAALnpHII/AAAAAAAACXo/VgcgIxBvd2w/s1600/62313_437622967255_617552255_5804500_3578427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYAALnpHII/AAAAAAAACXo/VgcgIxBvd2w/s320/62313_437622967255_617552255_5804500_3578427_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605595762924674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Left to Right) Joy Raby, Deanna Noble, Kaynie Nelson, Carson Mills, Chris Mills, Kiara Parkinson, Carissa Mahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX__9MibtI/AAAAAAAACXg/NyjBAYmkUko/s1600/reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX__9MibtI/AAAAAAAACXg/NyjBAYmkUko/s320/reunion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605591891144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX__DvzIgI/AAAAAAAACXY/ve8ncCxd18A/s1600/60109_437629862255_617552255_5804589_2049796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX__DvzIgI/AAAAAAAACXY/ve8ncCxd18A/s320/60109_437629862255_617552255_5804589_2049796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605576469783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the toys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_9vM3ZBI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4iKXMwnRYGg/s1600/60380_437631852255_617552255_5804630_14132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_9vM3ZBI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4iKXMwnRYGg/s320/60380_437631852255_617552255_5804630_14132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605553774683154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaynie and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_9cozlGI/AAAAAAAACXI/SUnqJcTZEh8/s1600/60380_437631857255_617552255_5804631_3026392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_9cozlGI/AAAAAAAACXI/SUnqJcTZEh8/s320/60380_437631857255_617552255_5804631_3026392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605548791600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiara and I:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_ieJSyMI/AAAAAAAACXA/ptJTnF2b1e8/s1600/60438_437632872255_617552255_5804658_7722836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_ieJSyMI/AAAAAAAACXA/ptJTnF2b1e8/s320/60438_437632872255_617552255_5804658_7722836_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605085339830466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure to get my Sunday nap after church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_iUgqC0I/AAAAAAAACW4/S0k9FOakxXw/s1600/62237_437632657255_617552255_5804655_4142897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_iUgqC0I/AAAAAAAACW4/S0k9FOakxXw/s320/62237_437632657255_617552255_5804655_4142897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605082753469250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson being a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_hwsSf8I/AAAAAAAACWw/tU1Qmex_J24/s1600/62237_437632627255_617552255_5804649_5729438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLX_hwsSf8I/AAAAAAAACWw/tU1Qmex_J24/s320/62237_437632627255_617552255_5804649_5729438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605073138581442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all dressed up in our Sunday-best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun weekend! Every time I get together with my friends I met up in Alaska in 2008, I always come away with the feeling that I NEED TO GET BACK UP THERE! I am always so uplifted and happy:) They truly bring out my true colors and I love each and everyone of them. I'm glad I was able to go down there for the weekend to spend some much needed time away from work:)&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/6181747544100522395-8588164869231166609?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8588164869231166609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8588164869231166609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8588164869231166609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8588164869231166609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/10/alaska-reunion-2010.html' title='Alaska Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TLYCAwDcuII/AAAAAAAACaw/Cw8vWvSCQQs/s72-c/62707_437632272255_617552255_5804639_7204123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7802774980140513801</id><published>2010-09-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:19:17.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TI0lUHNH5SI/AAAAAAAACWo/3Jwn71M0V1A/s1600/Photo094_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TI0lUHNH5SI/AAAAAAAACWo/3Jwn71M0V1A/s320/Photo094_e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516106146060428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to go to church alone. I despise sitting all by myself while families are gathered around in the pews surrounding me. When mom and dad are out of town, this is the case. Everyone always questions, "where are your mom and dad today?" Although this is a very good talking point, it gets so annoying to answer the same questions every time.  I really like the Westmond ward, there is always something so amazing every Sunday. This week it was our ward choir! I know what your thinking, a good LDS ward choir? GET OUT! haha, they were awesome. I had goose-bumps and tears in my eyes. They sang amazing grace, and it was stunning. They opened the song with a small girl singing half the first verse, then the men came in and joined her. She too was teared up. It was the most touching thing I've ever witnessed from a Ward choir. Usually most don't expect much from a few individuals who meet once a week prior to church to throw something together that will fill some time in sacrament and hopefully add to the spirit of the meeting. I cannot even tell you how awesome it was. The theme for sacrament was "protecting our families from the advisory" I took so much from the talks. I find it fascinating that with all the knowledge we have, how anyone can deny the spirit of the Lord in our meetings on Sundays. The quote that stuck out most was from a high councilmen who said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"through trial and hardships come opportunity. Never close yourself off from positive prevention, and rely on the spirit more in decisions. Start to have prevention, not reaction."&lt;/span&gt; It really touched my heart, and hit me pretty hard. I have been trying so hard to rely more on the spirit in making my choices and decisions. Recently I have been presented with a great missionary opportunity, and I have dropped to my knee's multiple times a day for guidance and strength in my endeavors to bring happiness to this individuals life.  I often look at my friends who don't have the gospel, and feel sorry for them. I always think, "man if only you had the gospel of Jesus Christ in your life, you'd be so much happier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to have attended church this morning. Following the 9 year memorial of September 11th, it really just brought a calming peace and love to my heart. May the Lord continue to watch over those individuals who were and are currently dealing with the struggles of that fateful day:( I'm so happy to have a strong family to which I'm sealed to for time and eternity, and the fresh outlook on my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-7802774980140513801?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7802774980140513801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7802774980140513801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7802774980140513801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7802774980140513801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/09/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TI0lUHNH5SI/AAAAAAAACWo/3Jwn71M0V1A/s72-c/Photo094_e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-5998906043885445038</id><published>2010-09-09T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:54:26.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Grandma and Grandpa Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIyFyvBGs_I/AAAAAAAACWg/SvesbHjkbf4/s1600/Photo078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIyFyvBGs_I/AAAAAAAACWg/SvesbHjkbf4/s320/Photo078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515930750283068402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week mom and dad went to Chicago, Illinois to help my brother Matt relocate. It has been a busy week running the theater, keeping the house clean, taking care of things that need done, and also taking care of grandma and grandpa. I've gotten a little piece of what my dad deals with on a weekly basis. Tuesday I took grandma to an eye apt at 7:30 am. Wednesday was grandpa's rehab session at 8:30 am, and then a grocery shopping trip mid week. It's been fun spending time with them...A severe struggle to get up in the early morning to run to town. Friday Grandma called and said that Grandpa didn't want to go to rehab so they would see me Monday to take them down to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt;  I show up and leave grandma and grandpa's house...grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; so sad and breaks down into tears. It's probably the hardest thing for me to see so much sadness in my grandfathers eyes. Being one of the youngest grandchildren, it's so tough to see. I'm grateful for the time I have had the past few years to really get close to Grandma and Grandpa Noble, and count my blessings that I have been able to be right here all along the way:) Sure has been a ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-5998906043885445038?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5998906043885445038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5998906043885445038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5998906043885445038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5998906043885445038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/09/help-grandma-and-grandpa-noble.html' title='Helping Grandma and Grandpa Noble'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIyFyvBGs_I/AAAAAAAACWg/SvesbHjkbf4/s72-c/Photo078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-2267723529381353195</id><published>2010-09-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:04:02.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful week</title><content type='html'>This week has been truly eventful in so many different ways. I started the week with lots of work. In fact, today (Sunday) is my first day off in 15 days:) It feels so good to have a break - especially on Sunday! Work has been crazy busy with training 4 new individuals who all pretty much started at the same exact times. I have been pretty stressed but the new additions have been super fun to spend time with and get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I set up an appointment downtown to take Grandma Noble to have her hair trimmed and permed. It was so cute watching her chat with her stylist Kellie. It was like they are best friends they way they talked. Then Grandma fell asleep in the chair - it was adorable:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl6U-WkTI/AAAAAAAACWY/LeWwN_rwRXw/s1600/DSCN1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl6U-WkTI/AAAAAAAACWY/LeWwN_rwRXw/s320/DSCN1919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513503159057027378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Noble getting her perm! She said her hair has not been this long since she was in High School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl5ygnNtI/AAAAAAAACWQ/De2jcfD7Fak/s1600/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl5ygnNtI/AAAAAAAACWQ/De2jcfD7Fak/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513503149805483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Noble enjoying a shampoo:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl5SG3y4I/AAAAAAAACWI/gwfm6VM6KT4/s1600/DSCN1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl5SG3y4I/AAAAAAAACWI/gwfm6VM6KT4/s320/DSCN1917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513503141107583874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPjAYASGQI/AAAAAAAACWA/PqOt-JpHDNw/s1600/DSCN1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPjAYASGQI/AAAAAAAACWA/PqOt-JpHDNw/s320/DSCN1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513499964414761218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The September air has become a little more chilly lately. The views have been gorgeous. I always have said that Fall is the prettiest season, which is why it's my favorite seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_4rb5gI/AAAAAAAACV4/jp8sO_ZL5h4/s1600/DSCN1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_4rb5gI/AAAAAAAACV4/jp8sO_ZL5h4/s320/DSCN1915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513499956005824002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_kchP7I/AAAAAAAACVw/-8tj8rks9VA/s1600/DSCN1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_kchP7I/AAAAAAAACVw/-8tj8rks9VA/s320/DSCN1914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513499950574550962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_dyu8TI/AAAAAAAACVo/j4tOL7AeGbE/s1600/DSCN1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi_dyu8TI/AAAAAAAACVo/j4tOL7AeGbE/s320/DSCN1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513499948788674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall also contains the best sunsets. This truly capped off a great week. Every time I see a sunset, I'm reminded Christ loves me. It's the natural beauties of the Earth that help me appreciate the small and simple things:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi-1szyLI/AAAAAAAACVg/t0El1YGx2v0/s1600/DSCN1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPi-1szyLI/AAAAAAAACVg/t0El1YGx2v0/s320/DSCN1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513499938026408114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-2267723529381353195?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/2267723529381353195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=2267723529381353195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2267723529381353195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/2267723529381353195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/09/beautiful-week.html' title='A beautiful week'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TIPl6U-WkTI/AAAAAAAACWY/LeWwN_rwRXw/s72-c/DSCN1919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1825042815628963453</id><published>2010-09-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:19:32.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance dance dance:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case anyone was wondering what a typical Young Single Adult dance consists of, I thought I would share the experience with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH60aKw8ZiI/AAAAAAAACVQ/980CRO-NMlg/s1600/DSCN1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH60aKw8ZiI/AAAAAAAACVQ/980CRO-NMlg/s320/DSCN1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512041355607303714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Rick dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6x6SAGjiI/AAAAAAAACVI/s64Cvji3quY/s1600/DSCN1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6x6SAGjiI/AAAAAAAACVI/s64Cvji3quY/s320/DSCN1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512038608770862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Taylor dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6xjprdTMI/AAAAAAAACVA/kyLXWAR3i1g/s1600/DSCN1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6xjprdTMI/AAAAAAAACVA/kyLXWAR3i1g/s320/DSCN1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512038219989732546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rick and Taylor dancing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6xFBUbc5I/AAAAAAAACU4/toEDoRYdI2s/s1600/DSCN1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH6xFBUbc5I/AAAAAAAACU4/toEDoRYdI2s/s320/DSCN1913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512037693759648658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my, we have so much fun:)&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/6181747544100522395-1825042815628963453?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1825042815628963453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1825042815628963453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1825042815628963453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1825042815628963453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/09/dance-dance-dance.html' title='dance dance dance:)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TH60aKw8ZiI/AAAAAAAACVQ/980CRO-NMlg/s72-c/DSCN1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8021871306969780753</id><published>2010-08-28T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:21:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear ___________________ :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A compilation of random letters I constructed regarding things currently on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Brigham Young University Idaho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to take all the time you need to mail me my track assignment. I do not mind one bit that I have a goal and so far I have no clue when I am going to school - at least I know I'm going for sure! The acceptance letter (for the third time) came in a timely manner, but It doesn't bother me whatsoever that I have yet to receive any kind of information! If you feel the need to get around to it sooner or later, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you consider being normal for a day? Please just one day is all I ask. I miss the simplicity of the business! Back to school time is always really hectic - I just wish something would go right. Is it normal that you continue to stress me out? i cannot wait for you to go back to normal schedule and rid our lives of everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;matinees&lt;/span&gt;! I love the job, and everything that comes with it - but sometimes a girl needs a break! 14 days in a row - you have got to be kidding me. Please make it a pleasant and speedy 2 weeks:) Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mail Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it is no creepy whatsoever that I stare out the window every morning awaiting your arrival. It's not abnormal at all that I sleep with the mail box keys under my pillow so that I'm the first one to check for new letters in the morning...I do feel it's 100% necessary I run as fast as I can up the drive way to open up the mail box the very minute you close it. I do have one request though - Will you find my letter from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I? Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Weatherman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please forecast a few more nice days? I feel like I didn't even get to enjoy summer this year. I only got to sleep under the stars twice, go on one dinner boat cruise, one quick family boat cruise, fishing once and swimming three times. I need a few more nice days. So when you get a chance, can you throw in a good day for me! Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please, pretty please, help me find General Conference Tickets? Our stake is pretty much out - and I am planning a Young Single Adult trip to UT for it. I am hoping to get as many individuals as possible into the conference center as many of them have not ever been inside! Please oh please help. Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stress out over things that are far beyond your control. Let's go on a cruise! Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Best Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be a real best friend? I feel like lately your more like an acquaintance more than anything. Everything is all about you, and there seems to be no more give and take in our friendship. Growing up and growing apart is a sad fact of life, but does it always have to happen so soon when I'm not quite ready? Will you hear me out, like I always have done for you? Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring my track assignment from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I. I think you'll be here before it is! Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Deanna's Heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that everything happens for a reason. You are a daughter of God who loves you and continually is reaching out to you. Continue to find patience in all that you do. Sometimes the things you want, cannot be. Sometimes the things you need, you do not want. Learn the difference and start listening to the mind. Sometimes it seems they are at war with one another, but always know through trials, come strength. You will always be strong. I will make sure of it. Listen and follow the spirit, and go easy on the boys. Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEANNA S. NOBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-8021871306969780753?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8021871306969780753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8021871306969780753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8021871306969780753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8021871306969780753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear.html' title='Dear ___________________ :'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-7088707466777718613</id><published>2010-08-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:12:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We like things that go, "boom . . . boom . . . boom "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being the youngest of 6 children, I've always looked up to my brothers. I used to want to be just like them. Whether it was sitting and watching as they spray paint the bottom of their stand-up jet-ski hot pink, or while they played duck hunt on the original Nintendo - I always wanted to be by their side. I've noticed as we got older, nothings changed. At Bearlake, UT a couple years ago, snowmobiling intimidated me...I watched my brother hill-climb, and side-hill and all those cool sledding terms I know nothing about . . . I understood that if they could do it, so could I. They convinced me to do things I would have never done if they weren't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all my brothers were home this past weekend, they decided to go shooting and invited me to come along. I was so excited! I love learning new things, and spending time outdoors with my brothers! We always have so much fun! Andrew spent a lot of time showing me how to shoot and reload his guns! It was real entertaining. By the end of the night - I had successfully shot a few clay pigeons! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shooting, we ended the evening with a blast from Tannerite. My brother Matt brought up some from UT when he came home! Apparently it's legal, and not flammable? I don't really understand it all, but all I can attest is that it goes "BOOM" and a huge flash happens and a big plume of smoke follows. It demolishes anything within it's path (being a pallet we had it on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished off the night with a good old family fire and s'mores!  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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGzRzCeXZiI/AAAAAAAACTY/DNdnsrI1YXs/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507007119135041058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGzSrl2fj1I/AAAAAAAACUg/4xmbiQDWiZU/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGzSrl2fj1I/AAAAAAAACUg/4xmbiQDWiZU/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507008090704154450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carton with Tannerite.&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/6181747544100522395-7088707466777718613?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7088707466777718613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7088707466777718613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7088707466777718613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7088707466777718613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-like-things-that-go-boom-boom-boom.html' title='We like things that go, &quot;boom . . . boom . . . boom &quot;'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGzUX3yfctI/AAAAAAAACUw/-i85kdcbo-A/s72-c/IMG_0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8915953505015278381</id><published>2010-08-17T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:29:41.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Hiatt's Bachelorette (kind of) party/gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiatt&lt;/span&gt; is getting married this weekend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that Sam is here at home, she didn't have anyone to throw her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party! A couple local girls and I talked about how if she were at school, her friends and/or roommates would have thrown her a party - but they aren't here right now. We decided we would work it out with her sisters and family to kidnap her and have a girls night out:) We agreed we should keep it fairly short as Shane (her fiance) is in town, &amp;amp; we didn't want to keep her away from him long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I called her Aunt to find out what Sam's plans were out at the farm this week. Between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xann&lt;/span&gt; and her sister Erin we determined that today (Tuesday) would be best on the family for us to pick her up. Katey had cross country so she wasn't going to be able to participate in the festivities. Erin was going to try and get off work early to come be with us too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I called Erin to let her know where we'd be for her to meet up with us when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;get's&lt;/span&gt; off. She relayed the following excuses (in this order) why she wasn't going to be able to attend her sisters small gathering!&lt;br /&gt;1. "Sam would probably prefer to spend time with you and the girls!&lt;br /&gt;2. "my mom is pretty stressed, and could probably use some help with things tonight"&lt;br /&gt;3. "What it really is, is I wanted to help Troy with the cabins this evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make Erin come, nor was I going to be able to convince her. She had every excuse in the book. If she didn't want to go, she didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kidnapped Sam (who had literally just woken up from a nap) at 3:30 pm. She had no idea where we were taking her, and repeatedly asked "Where are we going?" She was all confused when we got in the car and headed out of town. We drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; and straight to the Nail salon. Sam choose to get a "full set" of acrylic nails with a french manicure tip:) They looked so adorable. While Samantha was getting her nails done, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyli&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doni&lt;/span&gt; Tompkins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt; - all from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bonners&lt;/span&gt; Ferry - and I waited on the couch. We asked her to tell us the proposal story and also had the opportunity to hear in depth details about her wedding, plans for the reception and honeymoon. It was fun girlie time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rKh80qI/AAAAAAAACS4/xNbJoev5gk0/s1600/DSCN1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rKh80qI/AAAAAAAACS4/xNbJoev5gk0/s320/DSCN1892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627652347024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4qdiDKHI/AAAAAAAACSw/_ezVdrzEMM0/s1600/DSCN1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4qdiDKHI/AAAAAAAACSw/_ezVdrzEMM0/s320/DSCN1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627640267843698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rRgTooI/AAAAAAAACTA/yDHWjoFQJMU/s1600/DSCN1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rRgTooI/AAAAAAAACTA/yDHWjoFQJMU/s320/DSCN1894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627654219178626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha wanted to keep them short and practical as she has a lot of setting up to do within the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4sJ0PQUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/mfmoaD5_GlM/s1600/DSCN1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4sJ0PQUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/mfmoaD5_GlM/s320/DSCN1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627669335163202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later we told Sam we were going to take her to dinner. We wanted the evening to be all about things she wanted, so we gave her a choice of restaurants. She decided she wanted Mexican - so we drove to Jalapenos. After eating - while Sam was in the bathroom - we told the waitress it was Sam's birthday. They soon came out with a dessert and a sombrero! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, I think the server could see that it wasn't actually her birthday. They didn't say anything though, lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rzYub7I/AAAAAAAACTI/lL87h9eaET4/s1600/DSCN1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rzYub7I/AAAAAAAACTI/lL87h9eaET4/s320/DSCN1895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627663314186162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kyli&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Doni&lt;/span&gt; Tompkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4sJ0PQUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/mfmoaD5_GlM/s1600/DSCN1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4sJ0PQUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/mfmoaD5_GlM/s320/DSCN1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506627669335163202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha in her sombrero, and her dessert with candles in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was such a fun evening, and I hope Samantha had fun:) I wish her the best in her marriage and the journey her and Shane are about the begin together! I'm so excited for her, and look up to her in so many different ways! Thanks Samantha for a Girls Night Out!&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/6181747544100522395-8915953505015278381?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8915953505015278381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8915953505015278381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8915953505015278381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8915953505015278381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/sam-hiatts-bachelorette-kind-of.html' title='Sam Hiatt&apos;s Bachelorette (kind of) party/gathering'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGt4rKh80qI/AAAAAAAACS4/xNbJoev5gk0/s72-c/DSCN1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6612123573661539370</id><published>2010-08-17T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:59:34.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with my BFF</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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts3hgu7dI/AAAAAAAACSQ/dLh2pU8IEEM/s1600/DSCN1888+-+Copy+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts3hgu7dI/AAAAAAAACSQ/dLh2pU8IEEM/s320/DSCN1888+-+Copy+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506614670534831570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the opportunity to see Taylor on a recent visit in Libby. We had such a fun day getting caught up and just chatting about our lives. We never run out of things to talk about! It's so weird to have those friends that you don't have to see everyday, but when you do see them . . . you could spend hours and hours just talking about the most pointless things - yet, have a completely wonderful time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the friendships I have created, and been able to keep over the past little while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; has really introduced me to the most beautiful individuals (including Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had laughed so hard in my life before I met Taylor and Rick at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; Family home evening. Since, I have found them to the best friends I could ever ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts5MM3N9I/AAAAAAAACSo/WmvzqTpHCBM/s1600/DSCN1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts5MM3N9I/AAAAAAAACSo/WmvzqTpHCBM/s320/DSCN1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506614699174082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts4nbf0tI/AAAAAAAACSg/i667IPL3qsY/s1600/DSCN1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts4nbf0tI/AAAAAAAACSg/i667IPL3qsY/s320/DSCN1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506614689303352018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts4aS_3mI/AAAAAAAACSY/jYTZyAYhizw/s1600/DSCN1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts4aS_3mI/AAAAAAAACSY/jYTZyAYhizw/s320/DSCN1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506614685778042466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts3GcPV9I/AAAAAAAACSI/Mi5rZnUd_fw/s1600/DSCN1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts3GcPV9I/AAAAAAAACSI/Mi5rZnUd_fw/s320/DSCN1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506614663268227026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-6612123573661539370?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6612123573661539370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6612123573661539370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6612123573661539370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6612123573661539370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/visit-with-my-bff.html' title='A visit with my BFF'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGts3hgu7dI/AAAAAAAACSQ/dLh2pU8IEEM/s72-c/DSCN1888+-+Copy+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-7212974453076183023</id><published>2010-08-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:42:21.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-Trip to Cabelas</title><content type='html'>Every year we make it a point to go to Cabelas in Post Falls! This is probably David's favorite store:) He loves playing all the games, looking at the animals  ( 2 or 3 times) viewing the fish aquarium, holding all the toy guns. He is such a boy:) I even had the opportunity to help he and Cache play an interactive target shooting game! I had fun with my nephews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjU3yLTnI/AAAAAAAACSA/ZLjxEehOy0g/s1600/DSCN1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjU3yLTnI/AAAAAAAACSA/ZLjxEehOy0g/s320/DSCN1866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506604179613503090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjURvV7rI/AAAAAAAACR4/YHAv4XrOfDw/s1600/DSCN1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjURvV7rI/AAAAAAAACR4/YHAv4XrOfDw/s320/DSCN1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506604169401069234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjTiGkNmI/AAAAAAAACRw/z05LrDSEBY8/s1600/DSCN1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjTiGkNmI/AAAAAAAACRw/z05LrDSEBY8/s320/DSCN1867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506604156613572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell how thrilled mom is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjTRd3gYI/AAAAAAAACRo/g0aj4khja8Q/s1600/DSCN1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjTRd3gYI/AAAAAAAACRo/g0aj4khja8Q/s320/DSCN1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506604152147902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjSsAmNNI/AAAAAAAACRg/7TL_HGNd8rg/s1600/DSCN1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjSsAmNNI/AAAAAAAACRg/7TL_HGNd8rg/s320/DSCN1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506604142093022418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at David, he's real serious about his shooting!&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/6181747544100522395-7212974453076183023?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/7212974453076183023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=7212974453076183023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7212974453076183023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/7212974453076183023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-trip-to-cabelas.html' title='Day-Trip to Cabelas'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtjU3yLTnI/AAAAAAAACSA/ZLjxEehOy0g/s72-c/DSCN1866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-5800883866186882554</id><published>2010-08-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:21:54.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverwood Pt 2. (water park)</title><content type='html'>We finally realized after the train ride that the water park closed in an hour! We had to hurry and strip the kids into their swim suits so they could play awhile. It was so much fun for me to carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; play area while his mom and dad enjoyed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lesly&lt;/span&gt; float around the lazy river:) He didn't like the water that would dump on his head, so I had to stand over him and take on all the water myself to protect him as he played:) He was a little terrified of the water slides, but I didn't give him much choice and sat him on my lap - and down we went! He loved it when we got to the bottom, but that was soon forgotten by the time we arrived at the top of the slide again! Hannah also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loveddddd&lt;/span&gt; the water! Stephanie's kids sure are water babies! I didn't see much of Cache and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt; as they were with Jen and Curt when we first got to the water park, and later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt; sat in his stroller while Grandpa played with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the kids were so wonderful the whole day, with not too much fussing! Given how long of a day it was, the lines, and the hot sun - they were very well mannered. I suppose it did help that Grandma bought the little ones soft ice cream half way through the day! Thanks Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteV4XV_xI/AAAAAAAACRY/0Bu4Of44IbQ/s1600/IMG_4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteV4XV_xI/AAAAAAAACRY/0Bu4Of44IbQ/s320/IMG_4169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506598699391123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteVot7VnI/AAAAAAAACRQ/etK68jjt3ok/s1600/IMG_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteVot7VnI/AAAAAAAACRQ/etK68jjt3ok/s320/IMG_4184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506598695190877810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteVL8ZHxI/AAAAAAAACRI/frpZ5QTyWc4/s1600/IMG_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtdjpYrEtI/AAAAAAAACQQ/mLT9aD5o52c/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506597836376707794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-5800883866186882554?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5800883866186882554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5800883866186882554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5800883866186882554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5800883866186882554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/silverwood-pt-2-water-park.html' title='Silverwood Pt 2. (water park)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGteV4XV_xI/AAAAAAAACRY/0Bu4Of44IbQ/s72-c/IMG_4169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-938229696833078096</id><published>2010-08-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:06:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverwood</title><content type='html'>I posted these backwards. I meant to post them from the beginning of the day, to the end. Instead of going through the frustration of rotating them all, I'll just leave it for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Curt and Jen (Cache and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt;) Stephanie and Andrew (David and Hannah) Mom and Dad, and I all took a trip down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt; for a day while the family was home. The boys were awesome together, and had so much fun riding the rides. Grandpa and Grandma rode quite a few with them - as they weren't tall enough for ALL the rides! Little David and Cache will be so fun to take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt; in the future! They aren't fearless, but they do sure know how to have some fun:) By the end of the day the kids were so tired! They all crashed in the car on the ride home! It was such a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;*In another post I will share photos from the Water park:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtayPozhPI/AAAAAAAACQA/XntXLgLmJaw/s1600/IMG_4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtayPozhPI/AAAAAAAACQA/XntXLgLmJaw/s320/IMG_4175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506594788628202738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtayiGTvbI/AAAAAAAACQI/gWuleX0lC7I/s1600/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtayiGTvbI/AAAAAAAACQI/gWuleX0lC7I/s320/IMG_4176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506594793583787442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tired boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXroCIvmI/AAAAAAAACP4/-aIEQ5A9hKs/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXroCIvmI/AAAAAAAACP4/-aIEQ5A9hKs/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506591376382934626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carousel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXrHndXkI/AAAAAAAACPw/YQ7xaXrUcr8/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXrHndXkI/AAAAAAAACPw/YQ7xaXrUcr8/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506591367681105474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Train Ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW3KtxnAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/kDMXE2xkcFQ/s1600/IMG_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW3KtxnAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/kDMXE2xkcFQ/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590475159706626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXqNUpdZI/AAAAAAAACPg/LNgChJHyH5A/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXqNUpdZI/AAAAAAAACPg/LNgChJHyH5A/s320/IMG_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506591352032949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2KyAUJI/AAAAAAAACPA/2kJuW53hZfM/s1600/IMG_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2KyAUJI/AAAAAAAACPA/2kJuW53hZfM/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590457997578386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW1rkgubI/AAAAAAAACO4/yyQt_bDYcHc/s1600/IMG_4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW1rkgubI/AAAAAAAACO4/yyQt_bDYcHc/s320/IMG_4115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590449619483058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW1Q0fB7I/AAAAAAAACOw/rs2L6G8s6Hc/s1600/IMG_4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW1Q0fB7I/AAAAAAAACOw/rs2L6G8s6Hc/s320/IMG_4111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590442438723506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids Rides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2lx2SJI/AAAAAAAACPI/BOc5ysVK8J4/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2lx2SJI/AAAAAAAACPI/BOc5ysVK8J4/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590465244678290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2lx2SJI/AAAAAAAACPI/BOc5ysVK8J4/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtW2lx2SJI/AAAAAAAACPI/BOc5ysVK8J4/s320/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506590465244678290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt; "hot mess" of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXpctYPoI/AAAAAAAACPY/6Gv-cyKlY-g/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtXpctYPoI/AAAAAAAACPY/6Gv-cyKlY-g/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506591338983341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Log Ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVvGTu5iI/AAAAAAAACOo/XF2CpzKv8F8/s1600/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVvGTu5iI/AAAAAAAACOo/XF2CpzKv8F8/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506589237026154018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVu5KAAsI/AAAAAAAACOg/R1sGgs8cdpY/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVu5KAAsI/AAAAAAAACOg/R1sGgs8cdpY/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506589233495671490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tired baby girl takes a nap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVuiemzgI/AAAAAAAACOY/qk-sTSLxs2w/s1600/IMG_4086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVuiemzgI/AAAAAAAACOY/qk-sTSLxs2w/s320/IMG_4086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506589227408084482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVuSMsRVI/AAAAAAAACOQ/y_njEsmeV4s/s1600/IMG_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVuSMsRVI/AAAAAAAACOQ/y_njEsmeV4s/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506589223037977938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma having fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGtVt3ZukbI/AAAAAAAACOI/llXBUD19UjY/s1600/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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This year it was kind of convenient cause we only overlapped for about 2 days. Jeremy and Morgan arrived a week before everyone else (pretty much). Then Curt and Jen, Stephanie and Andrew, and Matt were here the second week. Adam and Brandi came up on the weekends as much as schooling allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the opportunity to play on the lake, tan, go shooting, Silverwood, and even squeezed in a couple 4 wheeler rides:) It was so eventful! I was able to have MOST of the second week of, but with mom being away from the theater too - and being short on managers - I had to work a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpyn-_iLI/AAAAAAAACOA/vzNtkS-2CaM/s1600/IMG_4021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpyn-_iLI/AAAAAAAACOA/vzNtkS-2CaM/s320/IMG_4021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344650442934450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super fun to have Cache and David play together. They'd chase and play and yell each others names, it was adorable! They had so much fun together and they are both getting to the age where they can actively communicate and play with one another. Growing up mom used to call it rough-housing, which they learned IMMEDIATELY in a wrestling match (more like rolling around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpydmXkxI/AAAAAAAACN4/gpcpl-emADE/s1600/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpydmXkxI/AAAAAAAACN4/gpcpl-emADE/s320/IMG_3981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344647655297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt swimming with his sons' Cache and Casen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpMov8ygI/AAAAAAAACNw/GwSr0VmEstE/s1600/IMG_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpMov8ygI/AAAAAAAACNw/GwSr0VmEstE/s320/IMG_3964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343997813246466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David learning to wake board:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbodU4qlnI/AAAAAAAACNo/VBMRfm7NlzM/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbodU4qlnI/AAAAAAAACNo/VBMRfm7NlzM/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343185027241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt at helping him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocxChGdI/AAAAAAAACNg/kLVRcdPYDWk/s1600/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocxChGdI/AAAAAAAACNg/kLVRcdPYDWk/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343175404886482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's first soda! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbockh0iHI/AAAAAAAACNY/9BWvtAOLOfE/s1600/IMG_3944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbockh0iHI/AAAAAAAACNY/9BWvtAOLOfE/s320/IMG_3944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343172046522482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to put up the bounce house for just a couple short days. I took the opportunity to play with David for just a little bit to keep the busy guy occupied. Man that thing can wear people out. Either that or I'm getting old - maybe it's a combination of both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocYPvCAI/AAAAAAAACNQ/fLHIYG_LIIo/s1600/IMG_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocYPvCAI/AAAAAAAACNQ/fLHIYG_LIIo/s320/IMG_3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343168749438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing David around, oh he had so much fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocKSGuMI/AAAAAAAACNI/yQy-yp0o1I0/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbocKSGuMI/AAAAAAAACNI/yQy-yp0o1I0/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505343165001283778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building sand castles with the boys. It was so precious, Cache came up to me and asked me to help him build a castle, so I went over, and the anytime I'd get a decent one going, the boys would dig at it, or pour water over it. So finally I gave up and made a turtle instead. Satisfied with my own creation I walked away, only to soon after here complaints from both boys how they "needed my help to build a castle". What I had built was not sufficient enough for the young ones! The following day they asked Grandpa for some help also. It was a hit! Only there wasn't enough time or energy in the day to make a sand castle sufficient enough to satisfy their desires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmG_go9OI/AAAAAAAACNA/OfhdTLlKQVk/s1600/DSC_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmG_go9OI/AAAAAAAACNA/OfhdTLlKQVk/s320/DSC_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505340602308949218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day on the beach:) Mom, dad, Maggie (and her cousin Jessie) and I swimming:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmGerDfAI/AAAAAAAACM4/S3y2W_JYpKk/s1600/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmGerDfAI/AAAAAAAACM4/S3y2W_JYpKk/s320/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505340593494260738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and I - taking tubing to a whole new level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmF9bdJHI/AAAAAAAACMw/U6vn67hfeaI/s1600/DSC_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmF9bdJHI/AAAAAAAACMw/U6vn67hfeaI/s320/DSC_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505340584570463346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking it down a notch for my niece Maggie. Although she is growing to be super cautious and get's real nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmFQkfzLI/AAAAAAAACMo/CvMCUPJFv-8/s1600/DSC_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbmFQkfzLI/AAAAAAAACMo/CvMCUPJFv-8/s320/DSC_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505340572528790706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiFV71ekI/AAAAAAAACMg/uVjt3-PAVyM/s1600/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiFV71ekI/AAAAAAAACMg/uVjt3-PAVyM/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505336175922346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we took some family photos. It's not too often we're able to get together in the same place at once - we we make an attempt to snap a few candid shots for memories of our times together. Above is my sister-in-law Morgan holding our nephew Casen (Curt and Jen's son). Little Casen could probably pass as Morgan's little one too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiFL3yJjI/AAAAAAAACMY/N9CheUEV-Hs/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiFL3yJjI/AAAAAAAACMY/N9CheUEV-Hs/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505336173220996658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie and I hanging out on Grandpa's boat awaiting family pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiEkKMnGI/AAAAAAAACMQ/zbmf2h6UA_Q/s1600/DSC_0133+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiEkKMnGI/AAAAAAAACMQ/zbmf2h6UA_Q/s320/DSC_0133+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505336162560810082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an opportunity to also get photos with Grandpa and Grandma Noble. They have come out to the house in the past on the pontoon boat, but due to grandpa's health, we were unable to do it that way this year:) So we took the party to them VERY briefly as company is very much overwhelming to Grandpa at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiEdwQySI/AAAAAAAACMI/aeebGZ6Gp5s/s1600/DSC_0107+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiEdwQySI/AAAAAAAACMI/aeebGZ6Gp5s/s320/DSC_0107+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505336160841419042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiD8v-3LI/AAAAAAAACMA/P7Ubeo1qxAA/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbiD8v-3LI/AAAAAAAACMA/P7Ubeo1qxAA/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505336151981874354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always entertaining getting together with my siblings! We have so much fun, and I love them to death. I couldn't ask for a more loving and supportive family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbkvPtclI/AAAAAAAACL4/vv8SoLFR9BY/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbkvPtclI/AAAAAAAACL4/vv8SoLFR9BY/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505329018711142994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cache's words "my parents" and siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbkbtC8WI/AAAAAAAACLw/WqHD2g65Kzs/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbkbtC8WI/AAAAAAAACLw/WqHD2g65Kzs/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505329013465477474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with the 7 Frank and Trina Noble family grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbj-tg5EI/AAAAAAAACLo/5_FMdenD4GA/s1600/CSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbj-tg5EI/AAAAAAAACLo/5_FMdenD4GA/s320/CSC_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505329005682811970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me holding the newest edition to the family, Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbjmsHQ5I/AAAAAAAACLg/mIt-_vymabM/s1600/CSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbjmsHQ5I/AAAAAAAACLg/mIt-_vymabM/s320/CSC_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505328999234487186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole happy bunch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's all folks, it's been fun! What an eventful summer here at the cabin. Now that family has all come and gone, and visitors taper off, we notice the nights getting cooler, and darker much quicker. The summer days don't feel as warm, and the summer fun is put on pause till we meet again next year! It'll be so fun to see the growth in the children over the next year! They'll be playing like mad next summer, and how very exciting that is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbjLLQPiI/AAAAAAAACLY/WcxIKsWjnK0/s1600/CSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbbjLLQPiI/AAAAAAAACLY/WcxIKsWjnK0/s320/CSC_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505328991848906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad for the most beautiful family! You're the best!&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/6181747544100522395-5661265434987985075?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5661265434987985075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5661265434987985075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5661265434987985075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5661265434987985075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/08/noble-family-reunion-2010.html' title='Noble Family Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TGbpyn-_iLI/AAAAAAAACOA/vzNtkS-2CaM/s72-c/IMG_4021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1796118774227901729</id><published>2010-07-26T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:13:11.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All year long, we wait for sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This summer has been super crazy. I haven't been out on the water once prior to this weekend! It's part of growing up I guess, work work work - all day long! So tonight, Dad allowed some of my friend and I to go out in the boat. It was so much fun to go tubing. There was 7 of us Total :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Rob&lt;br /&gt;Marquee (visitor from Alaska, too bad we can't keep her!)&lt;br /&gt;Catherine and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun just laughing, and messing around. Getting hurt, going fast, and swimming:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE52L7oM8HI/AAAAAAAACLQ/BOEa96wtd4k/s1600/DSCN1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE52L7oM8HI/AAAAAAAACLQ/BOEa96wtd4k/s320/DSCN1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498462142422904946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me yelling at Rob for his 2 minutes of horrible driving. Not that he's a bad boat driver, just not for pulling my dad's tube's:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE52K3DPWiI/AAAAAAAACLI/lkkXll-ZYEs/s1600/DSCN1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE52K3DPWiI/AAAAAAAACLI/lkkXll-ZYEs/s320/DSCN1829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498462124014262818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried one more time, but it didn't last long. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51KVkcaBI/AAAAAAAACLA/-7jhERTrFZw/s1600/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51KVkcaBI/AAAAAAAACLA/-7jhERTrFZw/s320/DSCN1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498461015515097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me driving the boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51Ju1vvwI/AAAAAAAACK4/6i5tN6oot6A/s1600/DSCN1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51Ju1vvwI/AAAAAAAACK4/6i5tN6oot6A/s320/DSCN1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498461005118684930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jacob and Marquee. Marquee is visiting from Alaska! Her grandparents are from Sandpoint, ID so she spends some of her summer's here! It was refreshing to have another new face around for awhile! &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Align Right" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Right" class="gl_align_right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51JIBM2nI/AAAAAAAACKw/ddQZvFyoAPE/s1600/DSCN1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE51JIBM2nI/AAAAAAAACKw/ddQZvFyoAPE/s320/DSCN1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498460994697747058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim enjoying the fun times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5trJ3I75I/AAAAAAAACKo/4XdwUg1iH-A/s1600/DSCN1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5trJ3I75I/AAAAAAAACKo/4XdwUg1iH-A/s320/DSCN1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498452783214948242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew enjoying the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5tq-oXv2I/AAAAAAAACKg/QarXX8Ax2s0/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5tq-oXv2I/AAAAAAAACKg/QarXX8Ax2s0/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498452780200214370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sporting the summer boating shades! Morgan got these glasses for me for my 21st birthday a few weeks ago:) They've been quite the hot commodity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5tqX0NytI/AAAAAAAACKY/MTr0esfeSn0/s1600/DSCN1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE5tqX0NytI/AAAAAAAACKY/MTr0esfeSn0/s320/DSCN1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498452769780910802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just before 9pm, I dropped everyone off at the beach and headed towards home. The sunset was gorgeous in the mirror so I attempted to capture it with my camera! A great evening spent with good friends. I couldn't be more lucky in the friends I have now:)&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/6181747544100522395-1796118774227901729?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1796118774227901729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1796118774227901729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1796118774227901729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1796118774227901729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-year-long-we-wait-for-sun.html' title='All year long, we wait for sun.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TE52L7oM8HI/AAAAAAAACLQ/BOEa96wtd4k/s72-c/DSCN1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-463570010747743007</id><published>2010-07-22T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:23:18.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the architects and builders of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEf45PYNxVI/AAAAAAAACKE/KuquapjtbEk/s1600/heberfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEf45PYNxVI/AAAAAAAACKE/KuquapjtbEk/s320/heberfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496635532493309266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"All the knowledge in the world would not amount to anything unless we  put that knowledge into actual practice. We are the architects and  builders of our lives, and if we fail to put our knowledge into actual  practice and do the duties that devolve upon us we are making a failure  of life."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;President Heber J. Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blessings truly do come in all shapes and sizes. I have been stressed out about saving enough money to go to school. It is really hard to find jobs in &lt;/span&gt;Rexburg&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, Idaho for students attending &lt;/span&gt;BYU&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; - Idaho. I moved back in with my parents as of the first of July to save as much money as I can in preparation to return to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A few months ago it hit me like a load of bricks while pondering the scriptures. I was studying the 3rd book of Nephi, Chapter 9. It is where the Lord tells the people that he will no longer accept offerings and sacrifices. The only sacrifices to which he will receive is a broken heart and contrite spirit. I thought to myself, Perfect people don't need to be perfected. The Lord is here to help us in our time of need. To lend a shoulder to cry on in a time of need. To help us when we're weak, to pick us up off the floor when we're down. Through a broken heart and contrite spirit, Christ can enter our lives. I started crying to myself, everyone has their fair share of hardships, but what does this mean to me at this point in my life. What do I have to offer? I have a job, I have all the time in the world, but there is one thing I am missing right now. A key area that even my Patriarchal blessing talks about. I need to finish my education. I have been very undecided and back and forth the past few years about what I'm going to study, why I want to study that, and where I can apply it. After returning to BYUI last spring, I changed my major to Child Development with an undeclared minor. I could not have enjoyed the classes more. I gained a greater appreciate for child rearing, and family hardships. Knowing I needed to return to school wasn't the problem, it's not like I have NOT wanted to go to school the past year...but responsibilities and circumstances kept me here in Sandpoint. Something was keeping me here, for some reason I still do not know. Maybe it was a lesson to learn, maybe it was to lend a hand, maybe to save money...I have yet to discover why I was supposed to wait this long - but I am going back. I have set a goal - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINISH MY BACHELORS BEFORE I'M 25,&lt;/span&gt; and this will be done. I'm the type of individual that when I have an idea, and I apply myself as much as I physically, emotionally and spiritually can, I will achieve in some way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I have resubmitted my application to BYUI to begin classes in the Winter 2011 (January) semester. I hope to hear back from the school within the next couple weeks. But this is all a side note to the real blessing at hand. So yes, returning to school is quite expensive, and where in the world would I come up with enough money to go back. In the past I have not qualified for grants by the FAFSA at all, but I applied anyway. We shall hear more information as soon as I am accepted and assigned a track at the university.  But this particular blessing comes quite unexpected but very appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Being that I have never qualified for any grants from the FAFSA, I applied last spring to a program called the Heber J. Grant Scholarship Program. They take individuals who have suffered a hardship, or ones with extenuating circumstances, and financially help them through school on a need basis. I was awarded 2 semesters (a years) worth of scholarship. My award was half tuition ($850). Because it was to be applied the next semester - which would have been fall 2009 - I never actually used any of the money allotted. After withdrawing from school I thought the opportunity had dissipated. In talking with my sister, I determined it might be wise to reapply for this particular program, and contacted the office. Surprised, the lady looked up my information and informed me that the money has been set aside for me to use whenever I return to school. Oh what a blessing. I thought I was going to have a wait a semester AGAIN to get the reward, but I don't. I am so happy that things are coming together quite nicely. I have a couple girls I want to live with and have been in contact with, and financially everything is seeming so possible at this point. I am so grateful for the many blessings that have come to me the past few months. The lessons learned, and the support given. I couldn't have been blessed with a better family or more inspirational friends. Everyone has been real encouraging of me to do what I feel is best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can only hope BYUI accepts me to start in January. It would be a real long wait to be readmitted in April! Anyways, with good news comes by way of a hopeful attitude. I can't wait to see what this next chapter in my book of life has in store:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, food for thought on the matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"We have all drunk from wells we did not dig, and warmed ourselves by  fires we did not build."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-463570010747743007?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/463570010747743007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=463570010747743007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/463570010747743007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/463570010747743007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-are-architects-and-builders-of-our.html' title='We are the architects and builders of our lives'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEf45PYNxVI/AAAAAAAACKE/KuquapjtbEk/s72-c/heberfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-1639882069553165253</id><published>2010-07-21T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:36:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Boys and Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVokmhQ8I/AAAAAAAACJs/NOCD-qwtbPQ/s1600/DSCN1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVokmhQ8I/AAAAAAAACJs/NOCD-qwtbPQ/s320/DSCN1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596763225703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO NORTH IDAHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was visiting last week, so I got a few friends together to go shooting. We went up the hill behind the cabin. Matt had a pallet in the back of his truck so we screwed some targets onto it! It was so much fun! Daniel and Matthew Bouse came along, with Kim, myself and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVoG-GF8I/AAAAAAAACJk/w2aMBxMDBUQ/s1600/DSCN1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVoG-GF8I/AAAAAAAACJk/w2aMBxMDBUQ/s320/DSCN1803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596755271522242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Barbee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVnvfXRVI/AAAAAAAACJc/6fxvIsAz8O8/s1600/DSCN1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVnvfXRVI/AAAAAAAACJc/6fxvIsAz8O8/s320/DSCN1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596748968609106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVnN-YNSI/AAAAAAAACJU/q5wz_lWrZDg/s1600/DSCN1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVnN-YNSI/AAAAAAAACJU/q5wz_lWrZDg/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596739971888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Daniel and Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVmsfcE5I/AAAAAAAACJM/crX1ZE8LEKQ/s1600/DSCN1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVmsfcE5I/AAAAAAAACJM/crX1ZE8LEKQ/s320/DSCN1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496596730983748498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS87zwAbI/AAAAAAAACJE/dQlVWha2XA8/s1600/DSCN1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS87zwAbI/AAAAAAAACJE/dQlVWha2XA8/s320/DSCN1774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496593814517711282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS8do5GmI/AAAAAAAACI8/aq_qQhvyvnI/s1600/DSCN1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS8do5GmI/AAAAAAAACI8/aq_qQhvyvnI/s320/DSCN1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496593806419106402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS75y3trI/AAAAAAAACI0/OCaLoTayY6s/s1600/DSCN1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS75y3trI/AAAAAAAACI0/OCaLoTayY6s/s320/DSCN1784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496593796797281970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS7WTIv3I/AAAAAAAACIs/jRlrQSdmmCE/s1600/DSCN1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS7WTIv3I/AAAAAAAACIs/jRlrQSdmmCE/s320/DSCN1778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496593787268939634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Bouse and his hand-gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS6r1CqjI/AAAAAAAACIk/7LRVHuvsLdA/s1600/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfS6r1CqjI/AAAAAAAACIk/7LRVHuvsLdA/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496593775868422706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Matt for a fun time:) It was kind of fun to get out in the country and enjoy the nice weather shooting:)&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/6181747544100522395-1639882069553165253?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/1639882069553165253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=1639882069553165253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1639882069553165253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/1639882069553165253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/country-boys-and-girls.html' title='Country Boys and Girls'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TEfVokmhQ8I/AAAAAAAACJs/NOCD-qwtbPQ/s72-c/DSCN1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6710911371150284809</id><published>2010-07-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:11:46.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony of the Book of Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This really touched my heart, so I thought I would share it. Enjoy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CkKblIMfmjI/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkKblIMfmjI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkKblIMfmjI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-6710911371150284809?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6710911371150284809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6710911371150284809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6710911371150284809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6710911371150284809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/05/testimony-of-book-of-mormon.html' title='Testimony of the Book of Mormon'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-4446102261066895197</id><published>2010-07-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:17:24.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like It's 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I woke up June 28th at approximately 10am to Jeremy with a trey of my favorite breakfast. Being that my oldest brother Jeremy was visiting with his in laws, I was sharing a room with his immediate family. I was sleeping on the top bunk. I went to sit up to take the breakfast in bed, and realized that the ceiling in the pink room (Victorian room) is too low to sit up in bed. I got up for the day and partook of my all time favorite breakfast - biscuits and gravy! It was the best, and it was the thought that really counts!  After eating we went on a short little boat ride. My birthday cruise is what dad refered to it as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491648987838219410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZBqI87BJI/AAAAAAAACGk/JwsJvSGXjAI/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Boyd and I on the Birthday cruise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649001566966258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZBq8GHEfI/AAAAAAAACGs/eJilPUDXX4A/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; being I was moving this particular weekend, I didn't have much time to spare that afternoon. I went right into my apartment following the short boat ride. I packed all afternoon trying to not be distracted by my phone BLOWING up with calls and texts wishing me a happy 21st! Around 3 pm I headed back to mom and dad's to shower as I was told to be ready by 5 pm to be picked up by Rob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he arrived he blindfolded me, and made me walk all the way up the driveway without vision, then drove around bottle bay and all the way out to the surprise destination! Good thing we talked the whole way and I didn't get car sick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649010060655154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZBrbvKejI/AAAAAAAACG0/NuUkWcQwE9g/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before leaving the house, Morgan and Jackie insisted that I take the picture with beer (used for beer butt chicken or whatever) being that I just turned 21!  haha. I'm blindfolded mind you, so I wasn't sure what I was handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649014048557202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZBrql9CJI/AAAAAAAACG8/MWfh6jkRIb0/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I headed out the door to my surprise party!&lt;br /&gt; We drove out to Brittney and Minta Kramers house where I took off my blindfold to be surprised by about 20 of my greatest friends! They made a home made slip and slide in their back yard, and were preparing to BBQ for dinner!  After the slip and slid we played volleyball, then water balloon volleyball, then we put the soapy tarp under the volleyball net and played slip and slide volleyball. After the games we ate a great dinner and visited in the grass. When it started to get dark we picked up the lawn, and headed inside for some games. It was so much fun and I'm so grateful for all the many wonderful friends who made my 21st birthday the best it could be:) I loved every minute of my party and am thankful to my family for also making arrangements for me to celebrate with them later in the week on one of my nights off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Thursday I had my final walk through at my apartment with my complex manager. Everything went great! I hurried home to celebrate my 21st birthday with my parents, and family. I requested Chicken enchilada's for dinner, and my mom's famous Apple Cake! MmmMmm good:) Everything was so delicious, I'm so grateful for the best mother in the world!  We even had enough enchilada's for a couple days of left overs! LOVE IT! The apple pudding cake is always a hit. I have never made it myself - but I know that mom always does it best!  We also had enough cake for leftovers the following day. My mom knows us all too well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653302212312786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZFlRP3PtI/AAAAAAAACH0/17aprV3jKs0/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" /&gt;Preparing to light the Candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653289904450322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZFkjZcKxI/AAAAAAAACHs/mlAa_RFQ3bc/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom for the best birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653975471171506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZGMdVSJ7I/AAAAAAAACH8/cPAvfQNv0p4/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" /&gt;Jackson (Morgan's Nephew) and Maggie help me blow out the torch candle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653284242245250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZFkOTdxoI/AAAAAAAACHk/L4PBLbvwmI0/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" /&gt; The torch candle wouldn't light so I held the lighter and blew it's flame out. It's all the same right:) At least I got a birthday wish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653985040405842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZGNA-xFVI/AAAAAAAACIE/tp3nbP4-9To/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" /&gt;I couldn't be more satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491656112438993778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZII2KHY3I/AAAAAAAACIM/hfIauDnhLTI/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and dad have gotten me pearls for my birthday almost every year since I was 12. This year they had Andrew pick some out at Farr's in Idaho Falls and mail them up. They are absolutely gorgeous, and I have worn them to work almost every day since! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491656123399780738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZIJe_XuYI/AAAAAAAACIU/b4VapuomGIU/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" /&gt;I have the most wonderful mother in the world! I'm so grateful for all she does for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491656129492119138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZIJ1r5bmI/AAAAAAAACIc/92Mj4AtrETo/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" /&gt;Thanks Dad for all the many blessings, advice and wonderful support you have given me the past year. I have grown and learned to appreciate my parents more and more on a daily basis. I truly do love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6181747544100522395-4446102261066895197?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/4446102261066895197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=4446102261066895197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4446102261066895197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/4446102261066895197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-like-its-1989.html' title='Party Like It&apos;s 1989'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDZBqI87BJI/AAAAAAAACGk/JwsJvSGXjAI/s72-c/IMG_0498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-330477566243676215</id><published>2010-07-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:04:02.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A place we like to call home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6OwYtW9I/AAAAAAAACGc/shHMT__nrqo/s1600/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491640820806015954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6OwYtW9I/AAAAAAAACGc/shHMT__nrqo/s320/7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho. The most beautiful place on the earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weeks ago my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaynie&lt;/span&gt; (which I met up in Alaska the summer of 2008) came up from Post Falls to visit for the weekend. That Saturday just so happened to be free chairlift day at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt; ski resort. A few of us went up the mountain to explore and have a fun filled afternoon together. It was a gorgeous day. Not the most clear but still warm and sunny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6Ohk2xiI/AAAAAAAACGU/Tnu5fTZsQBA/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491640816830432802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6Ohk2xiI/AAAAAAAACGU/Tnu5fTZsQBA/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took every opportunity to stop and take some photographs with one another. Before hiking around we asked a couple to take our picture and this is what he came up with. It seriously looks like we're standing in front of a backdrop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6OJM2c4I/AAAAAAAACGM/idlOdksrkwM/s1600/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491640810287297410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6OJM2c4I/AAAAAAAACGM/idlOdksrkwM/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Barbee and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638462775497378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY4FgCbEqI/AAAAAAAACF8/CPy8wFJO8Sc/s320/4.bmp" /&gt; Matthew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bouse&lt;/span&gt; and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638459548058818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY4FUA8RMI/AAAAAAAACF0/i12jQcSkgDM/s320/3.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob Robinson and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638451427837490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY4E1w7hjI/AAAAAAAACFs/2VPsqVnL5Qw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaynie&lt;/span&gt; Nelson and I. (This is also the day I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my new hip sunglasses from Morgan! They were my birthday present, and they are AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638445213553730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY4EenVFEI/AAAAAAAACFk/3OIlJJ5jLtY/s320/2.jpg" /&gt; Attempting to get a jumping picture. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491638474637804626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY4GMOnhFI/AAAAAAAACGE/BBlOouYYm6E/s320/6.bmp" /&gt; After walking around, taking pictures, sword fighting and picking flowers, we headed back down the mountain! We saw a deer on the way down, and I was able to quickly turn and get a photo. The gentlemen who rode on our lift with us was telling us that they transplanted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caribou&lt;/span&gt; on the mountain last year, and have also had problems with bears more recently. Wish we could have seen one of them - would have taken me back a couple years to my time spent in Alaska. Oh how I miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6181747544100522395-330477566243676215?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/330477566243676215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=330477566243676215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/330477566243676215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/330477566243676215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/place-we-like-to-call-home.html' title='A place we like to call home'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY6OwYtW9I/AAAAAAAACGc/shHMT__nrqo/s72-c/7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6984449559458504173</id><published>2010-07-08T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:37:16.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY2n7_9o0I/AAAAAAAACFc/kfHBrKHS1uk/s1600/Image-Dating-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491636855373669186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY2n7_9o0I/AAAAAAAACFc/kfHBrKHS1uk/s320/Image-Dating-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I was asked - Why is it important to date? Well... I gave real careful thought to this question. Out of bitterness to a routine broken heart, I would have probably responded out loud very quickly - well, it's not. Then you never get hurt:) But I've pondered this question a great deal the passed few weeks. I mean, it is very important for young single adults to date...not "date" or be "dated" but to go on dates. It's opportunities such as dates to get to know individuals on a more personal level and seek to find qualities you may or may not want in a future companion. It is important, I feel, to actively seek to find those compatible persons whom seek to find you also. This in no way means that anyone should be in any real hurry or rush to get married. There is no timeline to dating, nor is their any real pressing thing that should push couples or individuals to make rash decisions they themselves are not ready for. It's not a race - for anyone! But regardless of the end result, ladies and gentlemen should be dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that dating has changed significantly in the last few years. When my older siblings were in school, dating was different then steady dating. The term "dating" has become a loose term - and a more crucial term - for what we more commonly call a Relationship. When one asks, "Are they dating?" What they really mean to say is, "Are they officially together and off the market for anyone else to even consider asking on a date?" It's so true! Back in the day, I remember observing many fun group dates that my brothers and sister hosted. Whether it be sending a date on a scavanger hunt to find dinner, to having dinner in the middle of a median on a busy street, to burying dinner, to feeding your date, to making your own pizza's and pizza boxes, to dressing up and acting like superheros, to creating candyland . . . everything was so fun and creative. Giving individuals the opportunity to be themselves, have fun, laugh with friends, all the while spend time with someone they would like to get to know! To be asked on a date, and to accept a date was a big deal..and now it's so lazy. Either guys are intimidated girls will take an invite the wrong way (which in some cases holds much truth) or they just don't feel the need, there is seriously a lack of motivation to GO ON DATES in North Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, our institute teacher shed light on the issue and asked us how we felt about dating...why we do it, and why we don't. It was enlightening to hear others veiw points which ranged from - to save from getting hurt, to not lead on someone else, to steer away from any misconception of feelings, to avoid rejection, to avoiding conflict. All legitmate concerns, and I had never really thought that someone else might somehow have the same irrational fears about "dating" as I do. It seems that I can probably count on ONE hand how many "not serious" dates I've been on. I have been in relationships where we go on dates, but I haven't gone on fun dates very often...(i'm not complaining, i don't really regret this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's the deal. Following that institute a plan was formulated to create a date. The following is an accurate account of the evening (to the best my memory serves):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittney Kramer - Rob Robinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minta Kramer - Josh Wiltse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deanna Noble - Anthony Trunnell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Kim Barbee - Matthew Bouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agenda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet at 6pm at Kim's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive Deanna's Father's truck out to her parents place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Load up the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner and Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; back to town for a wally walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did just as the agenda says. We met at 6 and drove out to Mom and Dad's. Once there we changed into swimsuits, gathered last minute items, and took off in the pontoon boat! We ate directly in the middle of Lake Pend Orielle across from Hope, Kootenai, Bottle Bay and Sandpoint. It was a beautiful night. Dad prepared 4 male foil dinners, and 4 female foil dinners and packed them in a cooler. We ate dinner then went swimming (I know real safe. Anthony pointed out that we should probably wait at least a half hour before getting in the water for safety percautions) but we we did say a prayer so all is well. After jumping in the FREEZING cold water (mind you, this was the first nice day in a while, a long while) we quickly got back out. Only swam for probably a total of 15 minutes. We got out, changed into dry clothes, and played games:) After awhile around dusk time - we headed back to the dock to warm up by a fire with s'mores. We talked and played a game that the YSA like to now call "the hot seat" which consists of talking about yourself, then allowing everyone to ask questions where anything goes! This really helped all 8 of us get to know one another on a more personal level. We put the fire out around 11:45 and headed back to town to Walmart where we purchased a card (and twizzlers for Anthony) and said our goodbye's for the evening. We shared many laughs which to this day offer us many inside jokes, and a great memory for us all. It was fun to actually go on a date, rather then the usual YSA "hangout"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I was asked on a date to go hiking, but I had to postpone as my work schedule is currently chaotic due to lack of managers at the movie theater. But soon I'll have the new supervisor trained and ready for business and I'll be able to have a social life once more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is already another group date in the works, and will update about that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491629603619584818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwB1HDuzI/AAAAAAAACEU/knwZxdFEAQw/s320/date.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The foil dinners dad made for us packed up in a cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491630326746592946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwr69-NrI/AAAAAAAACEs/_zw_a0S7qKw/s320/date+3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anthony's towel really said "brave the wave" but Brave was more fitting for how cold the water was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491630336146550930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwsd_GMJI/AAAAAAAACE0/FwKsxNTKbLk/s320/date+4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oreo game my family stole from minute to win it. the object is to wiggle the oreo from your forehead to your mouth without touching it. haha harder then it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491631477640675794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYxu6YgQdI/AAAAAAAACFU/DRTcvt4GHHA/s320/date+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brittney cleaning oreo's off her sister Minta's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491629617148117218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwCnggwOI/AAAAAAAACEk/rC4j08tkCbY/s320/date+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls, Minta, Kim, Deanna, and Brittney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491629611311796386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwCRxBkKI/AAAAAAAACEc/PJByvq9Yw-c/s320/date+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys, Josh, Matthew, Rob, Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491631460196810882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYxt5ZkAII/AAAAAAAACFE/TgsLTvkPGpM/s320/date+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony and I joking around. (He takes out the trash) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491630340896727314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYwsvroIRI/AAAAAAAACE8/0HHDR-u5so4/s320/date+6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491631469079746546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYxuafa1_I/AAAAAAAACFM/qHRBZrtW9ow/s320/date+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Minta and I playing on the airplane and mom and dads during our fire:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-6984449559458504173?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6984449559458504173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6984449559458504173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6984449559458504173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6984449559458504173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/date.html' title='The Date'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDY2n7_9o0I/AAAAAAAACFc/kfHBrKHS1uk/s72-c/Image-Dating-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-6396799109703766361</id><published>2010-07-08T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:04:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You never know what to expect on Sunday (and sometime Monday) evenings. It could be a simple lesson with some snacks, a plentiful filling meal, or maybe some random fun laughs that create a memory...regardless the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandpoint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; has perfected the art of Family Home Evenings:) A few weeks ago the scheduled activity was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonners&lt;/span&gt; Ferry, ID. We were to gather at their meetinghouse for a short lesson, and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; in teams for a Scavenger hunt. The lesson was awesome, and a great motivator to those either contemplating or preparing for missions. Ashly Gross talked about her time serving down South, and the wonderful experiences she had! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491627733459635474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYuU-OLjRI/AAAAAAAACEM/c504bx1nHts/s320/fhe+3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(acting like Disney &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;. With the pirates hats I think we were going for Pirates of the Caribbean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we were placed in some teams. Naturally, I was with ALL BOYS. This always happens to me, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not complaining really...I love it:) We drove Delilah (Rob's car) around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonners&lt;/span&gt; looking for a few things... I remember a few categories: A street sign with a female name, street sign with a male name, act out Disney characters, a statue of an animal, a street sign of a state, standing in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; body of water, an optical illusion, and a couple more I can't recall. My team included none other then Commodore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Robosa&lt;/span&gt; himself at the helm of the vessel (he thinks he's a pirate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;) Anthony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trunnell&lt;/span&gt;, Matthew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bouse&lt;/span&gt;, and Cody Miller. Oh what fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491626168316303826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYs53m7mdI/AAAAAAAACEE/EHk5Esf0Vkg/s320/fhe+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is our Optical Illusion.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491625829393964850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYsmJBjHzI/AAAAAAAACD0/aUbAkA5LzBE/s320/fhe+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;(Rob and Matthew standing in a natural body of water.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491625825848105890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYsl70Jm6I/AAAAAAAACDs/pqNKUHAVTLo/s320/fhe.jpg" /&gt; (Sign with a state name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following the dangerous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; around older folks driving much too slow for the win, we found out we actually placed second. Well much to THAT teams DISMAY, their picture of "A street sign with a state" was in fact a large city, not a state. Sorry folks, Denver never was a state! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; so we WIN! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then celebrated by treating ourselves to ice cream and french fries at the only fast food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonners&lt;/span&gt;, ZIPS! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, what fun times, with fun people. Never a dull moment!&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/6181747544100522395-6396799109703766361?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/6396799109703766361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=6396799109703766361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6396799109703766361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/6396799109703766361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-home-evening-adventures.html' title='Family Home Evening Adventures'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TDYuU-OLjRI/AAAAAAAACEM/c504bx1nHts/s72-c/fhe+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-8453984758896643996</id><published>2010-06-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:27:50.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esmée Denters - Outta Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This past week has been great:) So much to be grateful for! I am not lieing when I say that love songs no longer make me sick, pictures of the past few months no longer make me sad, and it is FINALLY the last thing on my mind (if it's even on my mind at all) Coming to terms and growing up to realize that I'm not a princess, and life isn't a fairytale has really been a good thing for me! There's beauty in the plan, and I'm confident in saying - It's in the past, and I'm done done done playing little boys games!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was able to sign a form saying that I'm willing to move out whenever they find a renter for my apartment. The exciting thing in this is NOT to have roommates (aka: Mom and Dad) but to save save save the next few months for school. I really hope to not have to have a job while attending school in Rexburg! Being more goal oriented has truly helped me see what I want so clearly, and go for it! So moving out - or back into Mom and Dads actually - is the first step for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Also this week I was able to find some personal growth and answers to things I have been concerned about, questioning, felt uneasy about, and what not. Things are falling into place like a puzzle, and it feels good. I also had the opportunity (in my rare but spare time) to write 8, yes count them, 8 missionaries! How awesome it felt to be able to sit down and just put some things down on paper. I will have those in the mail tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, I have faith that my "someday" will come. I pray that it's not anytime in the near future as I have a lot of cruises I could go on with Dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So things to look forward to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Hanging out with Rick Curtiss, and Bob tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Taking Arielle to the Dive downtown with YSA for her 20th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Camp out on Lake Coeur D'Alene this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. David Archuleta next weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Jeremy and Morgan visiting in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. My birthday in 18 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. crush crush crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Rexburg asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. Did I mention my 21st Birthday in 18 days!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/R6A1HpWgXdw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6A1HpWgXdw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6A1HpWgXdw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-8453984758896643996?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/8453984758896643996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=8453984758896643996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8453984758896643996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/8453984758896643996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/06/esmee-denters-outta-here.html' title='Esmée Denters - Outta Here'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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-6181747544100522395.post-5158489565991568628</id><published>2010-06-08T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:53:58.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;(20 days and counting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Dad was in Seattle for a few days so Mom and I took a day trip to Coeur D'Alene (just the two of us). It was a fun girls day! We got to go shopping, then to dinner and then capped off the night with a movie before meeting up with dad who was flying home that evening. While shopping mom decided it'd be a perfect time to look at luggage. It is Graduation season therefore most all luggage is on SALE! We looked a couple different places before finding these:) It came in Three sizes, but I told mom that I would probably only need the carry on the middle size:) I'm so happy with the purchase! Thanks Mom and Dad for the wonderful birthday gift - and making my traveling that much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Where to cruise to next? ha ha. Yeah right, I have got to save up for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TA7I4AWuntI/AAAAAAAACDU/Xoal4IoHXok/s1600/DSCN1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TA7I4AWuntI/AAAAAAAACDU/Xoal4IoHXok/s320/DSCN1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480538661050031826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love love love them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TA7I3nrrWaI/AAAAAAAACDM/d0itGIXVcUQ/s1600/DSCN1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TA7I3nrrWaI/AAAAAAAACDM/d0itGIXVcUQ/s320/DSCN1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480538654427011490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6181747544100522395-5158489565991568628?l=deanna1507.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/feeds/5158489565991568628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6181747544100522395&amp;postID=5158489565991568628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5158489565991568628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181747544100522395/posts/default/5158489565991568628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna1507.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350087931191215991</uri><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/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TA7I4AWuntI/AAAAAAAACDU/Xoal4IoHXok/s72-c/DSCN1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181747544100522395.post-854240002394801837</id><published>2010-06-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:21:32.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TAqvy86VjPI/AAAAAAAACC8/6ePW5VlEpV8/s1600/new+hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KFt-zKNFdgg/TAqvy86VjPI/AAAAAAAACC8/6ePW5VlEpV8/s320/new+hair+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479385186528759026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided the other day that I should get my hair done. If most of you don't know, I'm very protective over my hair. I don't let anyone I don't trust touch it! It takes a lot for me to go to a salon and allow them to trim it or anything. I've only put color (more like highlights) in my hair once. The only thing that got me to do that - was someone told me I wouldn't do it, so I did it just to prove them wrong!  I will never chop my hair off again, but I was looking for some sort of change. I drove to the salon and sat for like 15 minutes. I couldn't get myself to go inside. I knew I wanted a trim but I also wanted : Layers, red and blonde highlights, bangs. I wasn't sure what I should do, if I should just get th
