tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13473213283112097532024-02-02T15:49:39.369-07:00Jacob and EliseJacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-7840336006609584022011-02-18T19:13:00.008-07:002011-02-19T00:34:11.755-07:00InVitro in CaliforniaSo I know I am terrible at blogging, but I thought this deserved a quick post. Today I am in California lying flat on my back (yes, typing on the laptop is extremely awkward...) hoping and praying that the 2 blastocysts that were transferred into me this morning decide to implant themselves :) It's the tail end of an InVitro session we just did with Dr. Richard Marrs. He comes into Utah every other month to do a bunch of sessions with Dr. Richards, but he is based here in Los Angeles. Because they are working on a fancy new lab in Utah, they don't yet have the ability to do the ICSI procedure that Jacob and I need<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>. They told us they would by January, but they didn't... so due to the fact I'll only have good maternity insurance through April 2012, we decided to not chance waiting any longer and just come to California. So, my mother, Jacob's mother, and I drove down here last Tuesday and have been staying with Jacob's wonderful grandmother, Barbara, in San Dimas for the last 9 days. Jacob flew in and spent the weekend here, but needed to get back for classes (that Accounting Jr. Core is pretty intense... I went to an accounting social function with Jacob a couple months ago and one girl told me her husband was studying in the hospital while she was in labor... so, yeah. pretty intense :). It was great to have him here, and even when he's not, I couldn't have asked for better company than Rhonda, Betsy, Leanne, and Barbara. I'm blessed to have so many wonderful women in my life!<br />It's been a long process, filled with shots, hormones, and so many blood tests that by the end no one could find a vein through all the bruising. I also found out I should have brought some bigger pants with me because egg-retrieval makes me <span style="font-style: italic;">extremely </span>bloated... like looking like I'm 4 months along bloated. All this, and I haven't even mentioned the emotional toll it's taken (and still will take) on both of us, which just may be the worst part... that or the shots. i really hated those. In short, my hat is off to anyone else who has gone through this, because it is not a walk in the park.<br />We have some more fertilized eggs that we're waiting to see if turn into blastocysts by tomorrow so we can freeze them. I sure hope so, cause I produced 24 of those little buggers, and if only 2 take, that will be pretty depressing... and expensive. This has just under a 50% chance of working, and we should know in several weeks. So in the mean time, we'll be praying that these little blastocysts hang on, and also that we'll be able to handle the let down if they don't this time. I am fairly optimistic however, and very excited. Thanks for everyone's prayers and good vibes they've been sending our way! And also thank you to my dad and Jacob's dad who have graciously lived without their wives for 2 weeks so that I could have their support, and also for feeding and entertaining Jacob. Lastly, thank you to everyone else who's taken care of my husband while I've been gone... Papa Murphy's included :)Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-15896817210744214992010-06-06T11:40:00.014-06:002010-06-10T19:55:08.779-06:00Lots of catching up...Maybe someday I'll be better at blogging... My track record is not so hot at the moment. I do think of things and take pictures with every intention of blogging, but my blogging time is quickly eaten up with other things. *sigh* Well, I've been debating on whether or not to back up and talk about all the things that have happened in the last 9 months, or to just start fresh from where we're at. I've decided a happy medium is a quick picture post that sums up our lives since September. So, here are the highlights:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_6nNHgkCwI5q0N8vYL1MxWZcCZRgkwIqAywiQ3lUhD_bs5v38qhwz6qsD7DDjOxJAm2edi7PDIeKNJYUFT13DLZ618XLSDSdbHGrguepSsC8lrU0PCH95GU43Fx0GERoF5nmN8LgAcw/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_6nNHgkCwI5q0N8vYL1MxWZcCZRgkwIqAywiQ3lUhD_bs5v38qhwz6qsD7DDjOxJAm2edi7PDIeKNJYUFT13DLZ618XLSDSdbHGrguepSsC8lrU0PCH95GU43Fx0GERoF5nmN8LgAcw/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734985381549922" border="0" /></a>Christmas happened, and it was wonderful! I love Christmas, and Jacob loves candy, so it was a good deal for the both of us :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKElFb_hoicELoNe97K1Vxbc4tonmKBA8DSXEaHdOUUmdiZJqzvAypMsv_Qnv20OBsMjZnlzhBO5zQpcBZ5lux3P8bPiUoa-g-8G1tiVu-XibxTz7Wm1dGCNNKEX2wD7-t58NV0qIJS4/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKElFb_hoicELoNe97K1Vxbc4tonmKBA8DSXEaHdOUUmdiZJqzvAypMsv_Qnv20OBsMjZnlzhBO5zQpcBZ5lux3P8bPiUoa-g-8G1tiVu-XibxTz7Wm1dGCNNKEX2wD7-t58NV0qIJS4/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734996611106402" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A bunch of awesome people came over to our house and made gingerbread (graham cracker) houses. It was so fun and we felt so cool to have real live friends at our real live house! Thanks guys!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Owz2dwQ9EQ5Lh2PSue9BseGruoOqLCvZvbv43aWpKI0GRg2Jdl68I11sVn_TtFrd4o5CtAG7seaEKj5NBAhSmEfsQ-sEI2vKXyenG6iwZLcNsKTYK1h4Y-nuIQy7tRAt4yN_90HXZcQ/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Owz2dwQ9EQ5Lh2PSue9BseGruoOqLCvZvbv43aWpKI0GRg2Jdl68I11sVn_TtFrd4o5CtAG7seaEKj5NBAhSmEfsQ-sEI2vKXyenG6iwZLcNsKTYK1h4Y-nuIQy7tRAt4yN_90HXZcQ/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734744809061250" border="0" /></a>Ethan Called!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwc4HzhSPjlZjrjJQDPe95y5UUX7gBjMt0WCUYZvTZhoRDGuIw4WqHqHi-35qE8CkU1K-1CL8bZoLTTF6Mp4IPgZRkF35QXl9jCIUg21ST-WLwuPPx4T6eH6p-omaZEXCGHilPqwL-Hz0/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwc4HzhSPjlZjrjJQDPe95y5UUX7gBjMt0WCUYZvTZhoRDGuIw4WqHqHi-35qE8CkU1K-1CL8bZoLTTF6Mp4IPgZRkF35QXl9jCIUg21ST-WLwuPPx4T6eH6p-omaZEXCGHilPqwL-Hz0/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734730687080162" border="0" /></a>He talked to mom, and the rest of us to, but mom's the most important. (and coincidentally had the cutest picture while on the phone with him :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWh6MjotIjk5CkW112DzYN9rSUok5I4rh36_xlHNcJlX84OPsSRjKzuke-rMMO2o28VGzM_ojKwc8Za2BjH_ZjNFQg3vmoxlQrSaI2sk1RVMYNnRSWhL1j5wXhxtxZwvcaphgBvzi964/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWh6MjotIjk5CkW112DzYN9rSUok5I4rh36_xlHNcJlX84OPsSRjKzuke-rMMO2o28VGzM_ojKwc8Za2BjH_ZjNFQg3vmoxlQrSaI2sk1RVMYNnRSWhL1j5wXhxtxZwvcaphgBvzi964/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734723698848690" border="0" /></a>Ethan on speakerphone!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmR75ErZSMccF_GBUrL1xZLJyw-pbxDZuWSGmmqwxIdlwNhRQlUtJp6uWsf9r6bXfW6PBq3kVOQ5hHe8y6eKISHZfl1Eyze5LxK1NBeeEwQcDmgo4TijQOmprYVq3kACZ0WaaKaWz5-F0/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmR75ErZSMccF_GBUrL1xZLJyw-pbxDZuWSGmmqwxIdlwNhRQlUtJp6uWsf9r6bXfW6PBq3kVOQ5hHe8y6eKISHZfl1Eyze5LxK1NBeeEwQcDmgo4TijQOmprYVq3kACZ0WaaKaWz5-F0/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734714391019202" border="0" /></a>Erynn on Christmas. She is so pretty and grown up I can't even handle it. and I made her that hat.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xeV8aK6fa84ANyZZ3kqEWXh62QbsDjdKhynUC5qle1BKpJhVv_CkJCsPt07DItA0AVkUWPUqovesnLp54VPM1m9WVhYzqPLiYlfSI_SheslS7GyJuWT-picT3G6KMv1whGyi2PBmEEU/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xeV8aK6fa84ANyZZ3kqEWXh62QbsDjdKhynUC5qle1BKpJhVv_CkJCsPt07DItA0AVkUWPUqovesnLp54VPM1m9WVhYzqPLiYlfSI_SheslS7GyJuWT-picT3G6KMv1whGyi2PBmEEU/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734699534404578" border="0" /></a>I taught myself how to knit. sort of.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiJfiSqKmTGrUJAICsHDctxNgW_D4ivT-2HjsJzm34Ke1yQLMjyvtbP1SAVIsZDgyPeCkFaXr2WPvUsWSxfbXyw5nXfYI4so6Q2FOHir5XmlHR_CoOJBEBkxPQ2dZnv9fCB1ujYfrFJ8/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiJfiSqKmTGrUJAICsHDctxNgW_D4ivT-2HjsJzm34Ke1yQLMjyvtbP1SAVIsZDgyPeCkFaXr2WPvUsWSxfbXyw5nXfYI4so6Q2FOHir5XmlHR_CoOJBEBkxPQ2dZnv9fCB1ujYfrFJ8/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734137163520306" border="0" /></a>Kim came to visit from Taiwan!! Jacob will tell you he loves her more than I do, but he doesn't.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSttlemlHLqOoCJLS5c3L9bMJPo4QpMPnx6eeHekZ7PmsWXrMN3B9m_6Hyw7fbEcl4w1IMx2f5cHH8ZA165Loyq9sPPKdM0HlLc-StXED_bJCJNdSbaFf6Bettidi44oZEDF1lkVmrBho/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSttlemlHLqOoCJLS5c3L9bMJPo4QpMPnx6eeHekZ7PmsWXrMN3B9m_6Hyw7fbEcl4w1IMx2f5cHH8ZA165Loyq9sPPKdM0HlLc-StXED_bJCJNdSbaFf6Bettidi44oZEDF1lkVmrBho/s400/DSC_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734129248818978" border="0" /></a>Why is Taiwan so far away from me?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkITBczF4vNBWoOc8fsnYEfqeu9Hlyt36y9XEbcxXisuGnKNxmmckdkH3hq108GUPnIAuCRfn590nUv3oyU8Rp9NUFWtu-IB51R_3RyUZLMVbtNTO6KY53JSkCReY1dNPl5nbAfq3g8o/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkITBczF4vNBWoOc8fsnYEfqeu9Hlyt36y9XEbcxXisuGnKNxmmckdkH3hq108GUPnIAuCRfn590nUv3oyU8Rp9NUFWtu-IB51R_3RyUZLMVbtNTO6KY53JSkCReY1dNPl5nbAfq3g8o/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734121992370850" border="0" /></a>Jacob and Kim battled on the Wii. oh, and we got a Wii.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2Pj_UpfDCNt-IunU2wVK3ocuPQnPrQqfiVVrE_h8BAv051THX4st_Kfy7ZtCuVz5UpjHe3uhemOz4U5TWgOmXm0ityZIXph30Ar1_y6fVjTJvnQhS6ey7OJPAa36-JG6WAqiCUqes6E/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2Pj_UpfDCNt-IunU2wVK3ocuPQnPrQqfiVVrE_h8BAv051THX4st_Kfy7ZtCuVz5UpjHe3uhemOz4U5TWgOmXm0ityZIXph30Ar1_y6fVjTJvnQhS6ey7OJPAa36-JG6WAqiCUqes6E/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734112115478898" border="0" /></a>I made these cookies (or had extra from an Activity Days activity...) for Jacob for Valentines Day<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsFdapgFCNaOOuYZ2briVh3btt_LhKL5C9WS7iavDXQTjAenSL9KBHr6YzEemLpHFGd6ToVWk5WEZEeY5O43izjW5B4TJ7Dw0wgdgcIyTP7FSYs3eSMpFOFvq_uDvh5LbbiD-miwo6-4/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsFdapgFCNaOOuYZ2briVh3btt_LhKL5C9WS7iavDXQTjAenSL9KBHr6YzEemLpHFGd6ToVWk5WEZEeY5O43izjW5B4TJ7Dw0wgdgcIyTP7FSYs3eSMpFOFvq_uDvh5LbbiD-miwo6-4/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479734100808962466" border="0" /></a>Jacob got me these gorgeous things for Valentines Day... he's the best.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqWz5xHKvMh9wror6wQsYRAMM8eQSESM5TxcSDRyJNqBcKDaUJedY9Yo0x4muc3thTwJrpFEMG4y7NHNW2_rpYGaNBfbfD_wP7Hxu0zHDGQ32WNvauu71W5I-bJEHj3WVFyaixhrz1ek/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqWz5xHKvMh9wror6wQsYRAMM8eQSESM5TxcSDRyJNqBcKDaUJedY9Yo0x4muc3thTwJrpFEMG4y7NHNW2_rpYGaNBfbfD_wP7Hxu0zHDGQ32WNvauu71W5I-bJEHj3WVFyaixhrz1ek/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733793587581970" border="0" /></a>I had to take a bazillion pictures of trees for my Arboriculture class...<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jAKkq-LMNG0whaGH77beGz5eV1WwYE2KZLkThUPFwWalSz3L2gx6P6w0f_ETarFuDVeh-cn09tBclyaGgDSAvpk238ofRkzz1FBScn3Qq3_DUvLI3nXw-1QEXok5gZAg0eGYpyK_-AA/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jAKkq-LMNG0whaGH77beGz5eV1WwYE2KZLkThUPFwWalSz3L2gx6P6w0f_ETarFuDVeh-cn09tBclyaGgDSAvpk238ofRkzz1FBScn3Qq3_DUvLI3nXw-1QEXok5gZAg0eGYpyK_-AA/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733782648159826" border="0" /></a>Sometimes Jacob would come to campus with me and throw snowballs at lamposts while I studied the trees... And sometimes he would show off and show me how far back he could stand and still hit the pole with the snowball. But sometimes he couldn't hit the pole so he would have to keep moving closer and closer... only sometimes though :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0gLbYxqJoBs00k5YfGHJozoOxgIUEY4ygUipXhAWiL6fIrsTyhGLHPJVPH_kWph8NOgzuRW858ipKqxrFun4wrtaY21wuLo0bJL6PgmUiPIqLUiFYyICQkRSVWi8pbzgYNRCnf_vCkg/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0gLbYxqJoBs00k5YfGHJozoOxgIUEY4ygUipXhAWiL6fIrsTyhGLHPJVPH_kWph8NOgzuRW858ipKqxrFun4wrtaY21wuLo0bJL6PgmUiPIqLUiFYyICQkRSVWi8pbzgYNRCnf_vCkg/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733772394395714" border="0" /></a>And sometimes we ran into the resident campus deer!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9xJLBkmNaS5STCCpTth3egGSawmdczwj0t0DChHk7uZC3AwEherqFpk_PoQesVYGYcq0jEcinQvnR9Q1AJ0sKG3UnfyPDRli7QnU0UEqz-IF7KPq3SdTcFEqLOkyNc-OanvPHTH5-PI/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9xJLBkmNaS5STCCpTth3egGSawmdczwj0t0DChHk7uZC3AwEherqFpk_PoQesVYGYcq0jEcinQvnR9Q1AJ0sKG3UnfyPDRli7QnU0UEqz-IF7KPq3SdTcFEqLOkyNc-OanvPHTH5-PI/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733762491147618" border="0" /></a>I gave dad his first buzz cut... he was apprehensive<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4igsseJPG81F3_wi7LRmUmiOl8zfOOIWFc9nhdW83XIKxxxEWseSR1L4BkUQPS2r1c5KKRfJCrze4pgeYrFZnwX141umq3hUn9eBkbPWpV9FLBtpQHrLTA3rGmo7D3W1vvxXrAAnNC4/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4igsseJPG81F3_wi7LRmUmiOl8zfOOIWFc9nhdW83XIKxxxEWseSR1L4BkUQPS2r1c5KKRfJCrze4pgeYrFZnwX141umq3hUn9eBkbPWpV9FLBtpQHrLTA3rGmo7D3W1vvxXrAAnNC4/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733752044056098" border="0" /></a>But shouldn't have been, cause it clearly looked amazing.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeQ8u9d1ASdLvYU4nD4cq2_iJYdcyICct0IxXk4RidHgy6y9uGdJhv3yUBCb3xThSYXI_FTNVM0GdfJcJq34gltdwoRBfhYnQIwfo81zz72FPt252GceUtjr5Z0HVn-7kzv6GuAbkaEY/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeQ8u9d1ASdLvYU4nD4cq2_iJYdcyICct0IxXk4RidHgy6y9uGdJhv3yUBCb3xThSYXI_FTNVM0GdfJcJq34gltdwoRBfhYnQIwfo81zz72FPt252GceUtjr5Z0HVn-7kzv6GuAbkaEY/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733210251265586" border="0" /></a>Jessie and Andrew came to stay with us twice! Once right before Christmas, and then again in March! We had fun, and wish them well in Louisiana where there are many more trees for Andrew to climb! :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINoWISPyQR8seoOqBmd16RSgnIjx9IFjw2njJDTYnId1AAmDVtUB1S7f_YU6RcFMwaT5eAErBjeNdnoikYvjOzMiXrP-qp5p6lXloik56Ep4K5YEtF27fEVe2eJaTU5IuQ0RbEh_ja9A/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINoWISPyQR8seoOqBmd16RSgnIjx9IFjw2njJDTYnId1AAmDVtUB1S7f_YU6RcFMwaT5eAErBjeNdnoikYvjOzMiXrP-qp5p6lXloik56Ep4K5YEtF27fEVe2eJaTU5IuQ0RbEh_ja9A/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733203788712850" border="0" /></a>Jacob had a birthday!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgm6qkB6M4rcbfqeGUE8JtC03bTpn02lX3H4pN0w7f5cuHg0JTobfgUq2_K-NL7I9LfS-SQ6WEbpTjCkj-RqReM-yU0xDL7y-AimUajWrFY1KG2ViTvASOHbhmO3aqH5jQY7bGc7d9o0/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgm6qkB6M4rcbfqeGUE8JtC03bTpn02lX3H4pN0w7f5cuHg0JTobfgUq2_K-NL7I9LfS-SQ6WEbpTjCkj-RqReM-yU0xDL7y-AimUajWrFY1KG2ViTvASOHbhmO3aqH5jQY7bGc7d9o0/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733194467603458" border="0" /></a>He's getting old.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVu1o4oWk5rHEztXNVIJhntdWDA9anB2liw39HS5u0AhFGjTb2BteZd3EqtAkKm_WcJzM7ZQkbPZ-y-JlcaR-bdC7FmGK2Q3ztMPevyVd8noTor0dMJIVzyzE95hSysyKDCP2hyZG06k/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVu1o4oWk5rHEztXNVIJhntdWDA9anB2liw39HS5u0AhFGjTb2BteZd3EqtAkKm_WcJzM7ZQkbPZ-y-JlcaR-bdC7FmGK2Q3ztMPevyVd8noTor0dMJIVzyzE95hSysyKDCP2hyZG06k/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733176974152690" border="0" /></a>It was a big fat party after the mission reunion! Congrats to Jon and Jamie who are getting married next week!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7dfnw_-VnBjR8kIG-bPJB7lk2vVV_T2U4gH_-A5pMVgi5AWnNLo3qXVRC5Pwg3N79LdlzGHQOlyIn-oyWFCJVJiqkRrT0qQ4w5t1a8TonZoJeUmQkue2GtYVWTbaH6FQ36-W5g7Wmv0/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7dfnw_-VnBjR8kIG-bPJB7lk2vVV_T2U4gH_-A5pMVgi5AWnNLo3qXVRC5Pwg3N79LdlzGHQOlyIn-oyWFCJVJiqkRrT0qQ4w5t1a8TonZoJeUmQkue2GtYVWTbaH6FQ36-W5g7Wmv0/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479733162754634994" border="0" /></a>My little sister went to prom. My little sister who is still supposed to be 7 years old (don't remind me that she graduated last month...). I'd like to say I made her beautiful, but my parents did that... I did do her hair and makeup though! She and her boyfriend put gold leaf in their hair so they were super glitzy and matchy matchy :)<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEf0-W7HApw8PdREtX3xYGtk0R-hiPeBrIt1ZMvLAoi-Lgd8QAXR2_vd0bl0Pdp0s5ap98vT9gpHWw8_xtwEg_qa3F9o44H6gnLkqP7wXS_X-35J59NlVVAGY5bUtwK9QimTlRlECjMDc/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEf0-W7HApw8PdREtX3xYGtk0R-hiPeBrIt1ZMvLAoi-Lgd8QAXR2_vd0bl0Pdp0s5ap98vT9gpHWw8_xtwEg_qa3F9o44H6gnLkqP7wXS_X-35J59NlVVAGY5bUtwK9QimTlRlECjMDc/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479732540648990514" border="0" /></a>I made bread. Bread from the wonderful book The Bread Bakers Apprentice that my mom got me for my birthday! (oh yeah, I had a birthday too... but I'm the one who takes pictures around these parts, and I didn't take any of myself celebrating getting older. sorry.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pN-iG_anBeWMMgmu-GuOM6UslfrI_Gv4LTRTxOQ7uc7z9bkUCimX6KzOFfxRHz0pU8dOppWq5P8QlTvKyoavpnWTivNyrEIH1wlpRxnRDkZc88ABkH2tXS-vXmOHg74lqTBmInIhWnU/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pN-iG_anBeWMMgmu-GuOM6UslfrI_Gv4LTRTxOQ7uc7z9bkUCimX6KzOFfxRHz0pU8dOppWq5P8QlTvKyoavpnWTivNyrEIH1wlpRxnRDkZc88ABkH2tXS-vXmOHg74lqTBmInIhWnU/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481323827714615426" border="0" /></a><br />And guess what I used to make that bread? Flour I ground myself in my brand new Wheat Grinder Jacob bought me for my birthday! I didn't have a picture of it (if you look closely, you can see the Wonder Mill box in the background...) but this is Jacob "helping" me with the wheat. Apparently its a lot harder than it looks to touch the bottom of a 5o lb pail of wheat. But my husband can do it. Can yours?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47oVPpqd_ZnqoxtMuw_CjafZFnb5PyZtv73V1fhKZwPKvaZLZO6k_HGIB7QYPE8SsWw1M4meRNJU0nuyNDm28_z7htQa6cczryAeeRGoAiaHwE8vJr-CUpeAbyYaRvHLVV0dUR5KM6pM/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47oVPpqd_ZnqoxtMuw_CjafZFnb5PyZtv73V1fhKZwPKvaZLZO6k_HGIB7QYPE8SsWw1M4meRNJU0nuyNDm28_z7htQa6cczryAeeRGoAiaHwE8vJr-CUpeAbyYaRvHLVV0dUR5KM6pM/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479732533703719234" border="0" /></a>We planted our garden, and it's growing! This is quite exciting because it was the coldest May in something like 57 years... it SNOWED after Mother's day! Jacob is also slowly re-mulching the whole area, and it just keeps looking better and better! Jacob is really good about yard work and garden things... I think I would be better about it, but I just hate mosquitos so so much. I seriously went outside last week for 2 minutes and got 3 mosquito bites. AT NOON. My blood must be the tastiest blood ever.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkJ_jf5c2G-UedF22670Ngs4za6oPBGpWmwaOpHxRj69kSoyjV37hc_XBkR1vDK2KkOmrL0O6XJbNp0xYlfS3FlYzx4TKlvy-qA-7Gb6VtLgmVclzbjIcj7VpFZFUBDvfu40jWMQA6h0/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkJ_jf5c2G-UedF22670Ngs4za6oPBGpWmwaOpHxRj69kSoyjV37hc_XBkR1vDK2KkOmrL0O6XJbNp0xYlfS3FlYzx4TKlvy-qA-7Gb6VtLgmVclzbjIcj7VpFZFUBDvfu40jWMQA6h0/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479732522638171378" border="0" /></a>The first fruits of our garden!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-ZHrPvljbpNfL7dm5rkLHNKCUlIrJcgxewF0RUAz9V9YPiCCKsBwhg9stTi9-peO7Zm4m0UQ0XC9Eaq7hNu1IuGxQDyaIOAKWU4zw7Uc5n493iaTaLhsJhfuAQy-CGjVNHBo8QXIFoQ/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-ZHrPvljbpNfL7dm5rkLHNKCUlIrJcgxewF0RUAz9V9YPiCCKsBwhg9stTi9-peO7Zm4m0UQ0XC9Eaq7hNu1IuGxQDyaIOAKWU4zw7Uc5n493iaTaLhsJhfuAQy-CGjVNHBo8QXIFoQ/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479732510426458674" border="0" /></a>My mock-orange is blooming! It's my favorite thing in the back yard. ...or the front yard really.<br />You can come smell it and then you'll understand why.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepCrxJXS3nhJmK-2a10QJPnI3AgsXOlZmgtBHbWlgGK6eTA3kDghSEybJIVKs_17KU7NDJYYZwwHKMBsCcy1-drzdmo3W8bnlYn2-rfUmI92mVl22leywXY1sxNwpxnD-jF5Td84T8mA/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepCrxJXS3nhJmK-2a10QJPnI3AgsXOlZmgtBHbWlgGK6eTA3kDghSEybJIVKs_17KU7NDJYYZwwHKMBsCcy1-drzdmo3W8bnlYn2-rfUmI92mVl22leywXY1sxNwpxnD-jF5Td84T8mA/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479732495829064434" border="0" /></a>We bought a peach tree and guess what! It ALREADY has teeny peaches on it! We were expecting to have to wait a few years, but our tree loved us so much it decided to give us peaches this year anyway :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />A bunch of other stuff happened, we had an amazing anniversary trip to Salt Lake, we did lots of school work, lots of regular work, and we had lots of good times with friends and family.<br /><br />I hope you enjoyed our catch-up picture post. Maybe I'll post again soon. :)<br /></div><br /></div>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-63176463090531733242009-09-12T14:10:00.021-06:002009-09-21T16:29:20.532-06:00Our Summer VacationI have a bunch of pictures so I'll get right down to business. We went to California last month. We were planning on going to visit Jacob's grandparents right before school started again since early this spring, but sadly his grandfather passed away the weekend before we were going to leave. So we ended up leaving a few days early to make it down there in time for the funeral. It was a wonderful service, and it was good to spend time with family. I'll explain a little more as we go. So, without further ado, here are some pictures:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPTUsN6S9jYN5b8JGGP8Q97svvnkfiu8STXPM4rll6WFs32TfYvX5eKM5R61zGU_pnxj0odkMFGhOe4jNQsHuCQBhdsv883jfQyl0RmciePDw04oyr8NZ42jMz9vwrSXKE6cWnjH9_cs/s1600-h/DSC_0578.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPTUsN6S9jYN5b8JGGP8Q97svvnkfiu8STXPM4rll6WFs32TfYvX5eKM5R61zGU_pnxj0odkMFGhOe4jNQsHuCQBhdsv883jfQyl0RmciePDw04oyr8NZ42jMz9vwrSXKE6cWnjH9_cs/s400/DSC_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380687255200072322" border="0" /></a>Jacob was happy to be out of the car and in our hotel room. (if you look in the mirror in the bottom left, you can kind of tell he was dancing...)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwja-4NAa3EDj6FxFp9GCv5rX33BJ62sT1x7X4sdAp1ABeWCtenET7BK7GxUFcA5bZ-rSwNwwc02XioXYGdP9_CA_YLxOu6_PYCijUz_S3x8wnqPd6NfZ1z92CQQjwHjRBN86I01kk80/s1600-h/DSC_0599.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwja-4NAa3EDj6FxFp9GCv5rX33BJ62sT1x7X4sdAp1ABeWCtenET7BK7GxUFcA5bZ-rSwNwwc02XioXYGdP9_CA_YLxOu6_PYCijUz_S3x8wnqPd6NfZ1z92CQQjwHjRBN86I01kk80/s400/DSC_0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380687244358405506" border="0" /></a>These were some beautiful flowers we kept in our room for the funeral the next morning.<br /><br /><br /><br />After the funeral, most of the cousins went to the park down the street.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CcytkSMo1VYHrva-MyJyaUwigtB4-tXG73kBcRvEJ2FkyyVyjXyT8XzvTiDcx0IbVafAlThyphenhyphen6zf5y-FklkYBBClVRxytnvpODgdsabXv1vh889ytbWqunGMgnHMVU4vI72hANzdWVCE/s1600-h/DSC_0622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CcytkSMo1VYHrva-MyJyaUwigtB4-tXG73kBcRvEJ2FkyyVyjXyT8XzvTiDcx0IbVafAlThyphenhyphen6zf5y-FklkYBBClVRxytnvpODgdsabXv1vh889ytbWqunGMgnHMVU4vI72hANzdWVCE/s400/DSC_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686469591022306" border="0" /></a>We didn't see any mountain lions, but there was a miniature zoo in the park that we did go explore.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzoFT8nqNMDS5c1j16JRuUS2ACYRgtf5-xwqG-1PM1_gory6_awhi3jlBt2Ijfq7cgcT9onQocPwV05o4Eg4PfMFhtdDHO2Wu0vIsCP_Q7VGxAjl8K7SviVS1scveih2Y937ATHIxTlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzoFT8nqNMDS5c1j16JRuUS2ACYRgtf5-xwqG-1PM1_gory6_awhi3jlBt2Ijfq7cgcT9onQocPwV05o4Eg4PfMFhtdDHO2Wu0vIsCP_Q7VGxAjl8K7SviVS1scveih2Y937ATHIxTlQ/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686457449636850" border="0" /></a>Jacob and Adrian were cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTuIUOXG6HWEFlDK5pwelQbLfhH9yYTnPJeZc8iYTuZ2S9T2kxdfOWWKG_ymFqJmKgRGXzF91sZMJ9mAzeBHAQxu1gcaZH6c9tPZIkbpNwtjLZBXZQ2aoSdpKCpqevh7lR9vXI6iecsKg/s1600-h/DSC_0630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTuIUOXG6HWEFlDK5pwelQbLfhH9yYTnPJeZc8iYTuZ2S9T2kxdfOWWKG_ymFqJmKgRGXzF91sZMJ9mAzeBHAQxu1gcaZH6c9tPZIkbpNwtjLZBXZQ2aoSdpKCpqevh7lR9vXI6iecsKg/s400/DSC_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686450957555746" border="0" /></a>Jacob, Brian, and Adam played frisbee and then...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTx0H5XAwfTEp8oA0p6QymImWus6Y-hCbp-eTJy-gsg3Vdh624bbjqFOlVyZkItw1x43rZ7GuNWEC-PpvPJAzzEkT7Jf_Thsg3DSgyg6YPjGdJFFEAE0b5OXteKQ2L62OHrfDamS5BTTg/s1600-h/DSC_0634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTx0H5XAwfTEp8oA0p6QymImWus6Y-hCbp-eTJy-gsg3Vdh624bbjqFOlVyZkItw1x43rZ7GuNWEC-PpvPJAzzEkT7Jf_Thsg3DSgyg6YPjGdJFFEAE0b5OXteKQ2L62OHrfDamS5BTTg/s400/DSC_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686435728082722" border="0" /></a>Everyone played duck-duck-goose!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nxWTsteJnO0inBkG7z_nHrByd_W1mtP4stn47QLE1jGakCtwnUdc0OIggLRiyHsBlVxyjhV5HczzudPuSJ9ukNXRTTAcVx9-d6VIvvbgCM5dxneWvkjtytYSRygT2IsKGl07jSlVt6k/s1600-h/DSC_0636.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nxWTsteJnO0inBkG7z_nHrByd_W1mtP4stn47QLE1jGakCtwnUdc0OIggLRiyHsBlVxyjhV5HczzudPuSJ9ukNXRTTAcVx9-d6VIvvbgCM5dxneWvkjtytYSRygT2IsKGl07jSlVt6k/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686430247265650" border="0" /></a>Adrian's shoes were not cooperating when it was time to leave, so Jacob helped.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjIxRUER__b4rYGP-bBm5qiSCDbyHHhibitQWo2KDx2wSYPpWesixd87XN2og_yhtAybjUVY020rPmbuFv2h8PngznhFPhecGp_v8PHacvcNo0JUUFCx7zE2Z2HG4tb7m4nWxMkog9uw/s1600-h/DSC_0702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjIxRUER__b4rYGP-bBm5qiSCDbyHHhibitQWo2KDx2wSYPpWesixd87XN2og_yhtAybjUVY020rPmbuFv2h8PngznhFPhecGp_v8PHacvcNo0JUUFCx7zE2Z2HG4tb7m4nWxMkog9uw/s400/DSC_0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686099551489746" border="0" /></a>This was at Herschel's burial. We almost didn't get to go to the grave site because it was considered a 'construction zone', but they eventually arranged things so we could go. Jacob also had the opportunity to dedicate the grave, which was really great.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here is a common contrast in our lives:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5p7Meml-afYvasp-D-6Q_2YBoiq7YdyaezZiYxcAOEQK_j16DR8LJCD-G1TRkG7_lFohHKCOuivq9gP5af9nGwW8Qx80Jj7DOnoseR2iB9TXOeU9xKE4qvg0mc5G797No3ara8Z-ynyg/s1600-h/DSC_0682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5p7Meml-afYvasp-D-6Q_2YBoiq7YdyaezZiYxcAOEQK_j16DR8LJCD-G1TRkG7_lFohHKCOuivq9gP5af9nGwW8Qx80Jj7DOnoseR2iB9TXOeU9xKE4qvg0mc5G797No3ara8Z-ynyg/s400/DSC_0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686087916809378" border="0" /></a>My frozen yogurt<br /><br />vs.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5bwWpKQSEbX6HLAwwpgK5TzeOybkbnTe6rOfViBG2ly0ETTUJjQvLcwrpQY2YHdXQ0EFqJ2FfSODuqJ-mTCoTe1bK5aD47nwCqCNASOtYyrsrhyLrhfsfhWIQ-I10HZYqrP174bqpes/s1600-h/DSC_0683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5bwWpKQSEbX6HLAwwpgK5TzeOybkbnTe6rOfViBG2ly0ETTUJjQvLcwrpQY2YHdXQ0EFqJ2FfSODuqJ-mTCoTe1bK5aD47nwCqCNASOtYyrsrhyLrhfsfhWIQ-I10HZYqrP174bqpes/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686081306830226" border="0" /></a>Jacob's frozen yogurt.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_V8AnRb4QqKvkET8mmSTj8tRk6y4XHLgL43qELz0wApd2SBZKne2PmU0kw0yLp_6lopf9ZmEn1MQzcUDvJVEl9nvetaels4NOOvAM81yvzxfrgNDS2GSu34K-utuktqrBwBtNRygFyA/s1600-h/DSC_0685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_V8AnRb4QqKvkET8mmSTj8tRk6y4XHLgL43qELz0wApd2SBZKne2PmU0kw0yLp_6lopf9ZmEn1MQzcUDvJVEl9nvetaels4NOOvAM81yvzxfrgNDS2GSu34K-utuktqrBwBtNRygFyA/s400/DSC_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380685500380496418" border="0" /></a>Hooray! I love Penzeys. I also love my husband for taking me clear out there and not complaining no matter how long we spent there :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTD8gqghMln6sbzkthaR44vdOAdTUlf7EkAp5AMBKi2FiW5nWtXk_-a4Itc4qloxK5itjOx0AnJGvQv3Z9Rms4NlU_ulk03f5C0arjCOr-pBk6hfKZ3W7O3OS-NKXBH6wlB6I6oeX9yeI/s1600-h/DSC_0690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTD8gqghMln6sbzkthaR44vdOAdTUlf7EkAp5AMBKi2FiW5nWtXk_-a4Itc4qloxK5itjOx0AnJGvQv3Z9Rms4NlU_ulk03f5C0arjCOr-pBk6hfKZ3W7O3OS-NKXBH6wlB6I6oeX9yeI/s400/DSC_0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380685493064576466" border="0" /></a>My monkey in an awesome tree just outside Penzeys.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We went to the beach with Brian and Katie</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHROSO7_SUWER0mSIbUxPWkTPR_egPAEEGpDZP5hQCrApI1xWAYHiZJXumSex2Sx1qAVxFYO8NQBMv64G-yIr3V1PkKTd5ruB07-2gQJCpoi4u_HuXND33Krdiq9Hskaag6ezvU_0E72I/s1600-h/DSC_0659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHROSO7_SUWER0mSIbUxPWkTPR_egPAEEGpDZP5hQCrApI1xWAYHiZJXumSex2Sx1qAVxFYO8NQBMv64G-yIr3V1PkKTd5ruB07-2gQJCpoi4u_HuXND33Krdiq9Hskaag6ezvU_0E72I/s400/DSC_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380693571002534578" border="0" /></a>Who were very cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEZv8XbctWA5pw2Ssr3Ak460iSmNWwMoIKDCm9Hc3edzOubR-8_R57wXZz1Xw7UtNwk351caUKoDfVGyOkEoCGmQMESBDgx9RpWn1JGhqRlDImeMBAsJ_2AcGLH9UfFFsfOagNFJ3ZbsU/s1600-h/DSC_0639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEZv8XbctWA5pw2Ssr3Ak460iSmNWwMoIKDCm9Hc3edzOubR-8_R57wXZz1Xw7UtNwk351caUKoDfVGyOkEoCGmQMESBDgx9RpWn1JGhqRlDImeMBAsJ_2AcGLH9UfFFsfOagNFJ3ZbsU/s400/DSC_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380685482193703058" border="0" /></a>We found this flower on the way to the beach from our car that we had to park 3 miles away. I couldn't believe it wasn't plastic.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARg60xFPFAvWre9rA82X_lMx0Lbq_FveeP4LVnO04go3fYlMMP04YPZOV6O2s4apm3XpLgY7KsX1b7NwmLSkGooWbSHo72tgBXlMp_uRzp01YVTLeM5raqvvyrG0AKBf92UUdA3L-HKc/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARg60xFPFAvWre9rA82X_lMx0Lbq_FveeP4LVnO04go3fYlMMP04YPZOV6O2s4apm3XpLgY7KsX1b7NwmLSkGooWbSHo72tgBXlMp_uRzp01YVTLeM5raqvvyrG0AKBf92UUdA3L-HKc/s400/DSC_0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684757456537186" border="0" /></a>Jacob built a sand castle.<br /><br />...and threw Finding Nemo fruit snacks at the seagulls.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphEi_sanoWQbuYZupgejp1kgVCaE2IkikmhjOcYk0UXj5hD5tNz3PydTzRU7KUrG4WNo1pEzdXXR4zdUe3FRZZL9Pc4MFC0hr51HR-jz0echWwjtp3dB-wSaM1jncysU4bndC3bGWgkg/s1600-h/DSC_0669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphEi_sanoWQbuYZupgejp1kgVCaE2IkikmhjOcYk0UXj5hD5tNz3PydTzRU7KUrG4WNo1pEzdXXR4zdUe3FRZZL9Pc4MFC0hr51HR-jz0echWwjtp3dB-wSaM1jncysU4bndC3bGWgkg/s400/DSC_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684751315714194" border="0" /></a>...and took pictures of me.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLMZhzWnHY-Ig6oHyofUd6Xy0bDblBmJMjrvdO7g-Xcs3kiI9nxW_UtbigCms_UXUSzPCGyfLHGg0LB-4TBHsQap5Y3Mhh1hOyzkaJwZqUdv3NuIUwp3Zf73wXhHCRXBtsijXz17efBc/s1600-h/DSC_0675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLMZhzWnHY-Ig6oHyofUd6Xy0bDblBmJMjrvdO7g-Xcs3kiI9nxW_UtbigCms_UXUSzPCGyfLHGg0LB-4TBHsQap5Y3Mhh1hOyzkaJwZqUdv3NuIUwp3Zf73wXhHCRXBtsijXz17efBc/s400/DSC_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686061571200706" border="0" /></a>Brian taught us how to catch sand crabs which was awesome. If you look closely, they're the little white bug-like things in Jacob's hand.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9roljZqMcXBU7PdRBN0u_ycyelcDFjmYnC8-O8LxpRXkvrTzKNcRPOQ2FVo6esSne87F5L61gSfCkOYehN4uF_AkMmpZHaJHebkiMf5dcEpk5usHRFYPpnUcfxdWa9676kftvI9M21zI/s1600-h/DSC_0680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9roljZqMcXBU7PdRBN0u_ycyelcDFjmYnC8-O8LxpRXkvrTzKNcRPOQ2FVo6esSne87F5L61gSfCkOYehN4uF_AkMmpZHaJHebkiMf5dcEpk5usHRFYPpnUcfxdWa9676kftvI9M21zI/s400/DSC_0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380695085301729810" border="0" /></a>Jacob picked me this flower, and since it was too huge to put in my hair, we ended up using it as an "air freshener" in the car.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2tVSf9ZGjgm5Lhht5WrLRT96QuqYdwp_3V89nVxR25b-tnljRcp78gUZ3Ovcfi3ObC86MC_4Cf2xynR0of5i4gXIJm1RJD9tHhVzEOW1hTrMuN-KjovFMpyv2byOj59_ZB5awrfE9Bzw/s1600-h/DSC_0714.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2tVSf9ZGjgm5Lhht5WrLRT96QuqYdwp_3V89nVxR25b-tnljRcp78gUZ3Ovcfi3ObC86MC_4Cf2xynR0of5i4gXIJm1RJD9tHhVzEOW1hTrMuN-KjovFMpyv2byOj59_ZB5awrfE9Bzw/s400/DSC_0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684736449199474" border="0" /></a>Hollywood Walk of Fame.<br /><br />It couldn't keep our interest for too terribly long, but it was cool.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsuE6QwP07Pbt_j6xV9r_faGzhyphenhyphenATlo6Z2pQTQmHFfCBVawTfUGld_FcoesA-bLQt1RfxbewAGTWsqpzQOyZgOnQR9W__pCKtVvnn24nRQQ4RkyHy8XEgkcKqPHxCGYWf2SXgEAIJiZE/s1600-h/DSC_0713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsuE6QwP07Pbt_j6xV9r_faGzhyphenhyphenATlo6Z2pQTQmHFfCBVawTfUGld_FcoesA-bLQt1RfxbewAGTWsqpzQOyZgOnQR9W__pCKtVvnn24nRQQ4RkyHy8XEgkcKqPHxCGYWf2SXgEAIJiZE/s400/DSC_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684727701420994" border="0" /></a>I mostly took this picture for Ethan.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_Hx-qjnsVLHO9WMBxDfx2j-2yx4dx2ub3r0NXlWb_DL_lkI926AlyxNfZf_3HZAkRpiX51IrPFzS0uTwVadvDVxVFFsh-eZB2Lug7GBRfXqpP2Z_oXu5mTSinwtQYtahUkb85ueA4_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_Hx-qjnsVLHO9WMBxDfx2j-2yx4dx2ub3r0NXlWb_DL_lkI926AlyxNfZf_3HZAkRpiX51IrPFzS0uTwVadvDVxVFFsh-eZB2Lug7GBRfXqpP2Z_oXu5mTSinwtQYtahUkb85ueA4_Q/s400/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684719376060162" border="0" /></a>I mostly took this picture because... um, what the heck?<br />If you can't read it, I highly recommend enlarging it so you can.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7bU9r61r2EfXPMrsa_7edNxYq6FLNziyuQTudnH2ex40B2PuG0j3wd8hXdPZRL-juHanQa7L8ICzT0J5H8cfEZEpwU4FnafkDdslwDLDypP8jG1KejoCJeDpuYcwy00d44IP-0xRqZk/s1600-h/DSC_0725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7bU9r61r2EfXPMrsa_7edNxYq6FLNziyuQTudnH2ex40B2PuG0j3wd8hXdPZRL-juHanQa7L8ICzT0J5H8cfEZEpwU4FnafkDdslwDLDypP8jG1KejoCJeDpuYcwy00d44IP-0xRqZk/s400/DSC_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684098789130706" border="0" /></a>We went to the farmers market and The Grove outdoor shopping center across the street. Both were right up my alley.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4MnK8YqNfk8oxBeNGzK_Bs5bVQA7IGX0K6DMJX8VOjQmoGuzzsfQz6vQeIuYaleE4Yj2If1HoFwWpGmos5N3SC-qS5uzdutOyy3KJExG5UtuQ0x9Zr-lR6opCBVeHa1ZHYD2UPja7_E/s1600-h/DSC_0724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4MnK8YqNfk8oxBeNGzK_Bs5bVQA7IGX0K6DMJX8VOjQmoGuzzsfQz6vQeIuYaleE4Yj2If1HoFwWpGmos5N3SC-qS5uzdutOyy3KJExG5UtuQ0x9Zr-lR6opCBVeHa1ZHYD2UPja7_E/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684093101891330" border="0" /></a>This was right outside a toy store at the farmers market.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjM-EVbbWTsq3CVL9XBVUHlBk1GxvewmiKVetlvRjmsolCeXLelgqTlD4051_kBXoIzHZV0lzeip_qFGhwG0mzJwoZtgyg0x35ChrwdgsH0Pb82GYzgj8cLDVBhe2gck45WrYolCwxsfw/s1600-h/DSC_0731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjM-EVbbWTsq3CVL9XBVUHlBk1GxvewmiKVetlvRjmsolCeXLelgqTlD4051_kBXoIzHZV0lzeip_qFGhwG0mzJwoZtgyg0x35ChrwdgsH0Pb82GYzgj8cLDVBhe2gck45WrYolCwxsfw/s400/DSC_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684084766471938" border="0" /></a>We went to the Santa Monica Pier and ate at Bubba Gumps. De-licous. Jacob even stopped eating his sandwich halfway through dinner (which means I had just started eating...) to save some of his food till I caught up, because it was the "best chicken sandwich" he'd ever eaten :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixl2QBnatx5zNwzWQ4bzEOsBdwWicCyUcwoMYILJN1dBxg7-j8qImLMxXcrjZdJntkoNObagN1z4Ik84ffH2NQbUTBzg2cAzibAsBGFIwu-ZnAuGldpPwi_58qN6wOH2rC-gghLiq_FLM/s1600-h/DSC_0740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixl2QBnatx5zNwzWQ4bzEOsBdwWicCyUcwoMYILJN1dBxg7-j8qImLMxXcrjZdJntkoNObagN1z4Ik84ffH2NQbUTBzg2cAzibAsBGFIwu-ZnAuGldpPwi_58qN6wOH2rC-gghLiq_FLM/s400/DSC_0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684076393827410" border="0" /></a>While we waited for it to be dinner time, we had a guy on the pier draw our caricature which was funny. We played skee-ball at the arcade, watched a swimsuit model get a bunch of shots taken in the freezing water (funnier than you'd expect), dodged seagulls, and had a great time.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnQz_dyHr32LZ6PdHl1GjxuOcSr6x5A_HJPliDVIX-9MJrAZGIxtoeHzGn9LqxjgtQbnG8DN3SFwTaPV-Ydoa-0vmzefEXxtdpwZSNNBlCAucAV6oBlyIZjUxufCRyWIrpNLnfUrcd_A/s1600-h/DSC_0737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnQz_dyHr32LZ6PdHl1GjxuOcSr6x5A_HJPliDVIX-9MJrAZGIxtoeHzGn9LqxjgtQbnG8DN3SFwTaPV-Ydoa-0vmzefEXxtdpwZSNNBlCAucAV6oBlyIZjUxufCRyWIrpNLnfUrcd_A/s400/DSC_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380684067758998898" border="0" /></a>A big seagull swooped down and snatched the churro right out of this lady's hand about a minute after we took this picture. She was pretty freaked out, and it was hilarious :)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUREustQZOMntwvvV4R8byIJgOUNhnOlpFt1W3ozHw_djr5qyPV86PGLTugepXucYSxr9ucE-_vOEDT4IY04SgXeOZI8_yPM7qZyGksUqfwR0QSQyxu18iUpNBUJDG2OoEkJt0nu05h1k/s1600-h/DSC_0752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUREustQZOMntwvvV4R8byIJgOUNhnOlpFt1W3ozHw_djr5qyPV86PGLTugepXucYSxr9ucE-_vOEDT4IY04SgXeOZI8_yPM7qZyGksUqfwR0QSQyxu18iUpNBUJDG2OoEkJt0nu05h1k/s400/DSC_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683630890858242" border="0" /></a>Jacob had the camera on the day we went to the zoo. This is me in line.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-03chnxZ3JbqL9rXcGNPTQlhBGY0YlLAstHRhbVD2C0ggQcqoYSKkLSf7KPjfe9SfeWEwXexAklHbfhJyc-BIERs4H2oRi6Ch-ns36jfRMr-TYsPhwqdwqtgbumsfpWgQlyHFft5r0M/s1600-h/DSC_0767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-03chnxZ3JbqL9rXcGNPTQlhBGY0YlLAstHRhbVD2C0ggQcqoYSKkLSf7KPjfe9SfeWEwXexAklHbfhJyc-BIERs4H2oRi6Ch-ns36jfRMr-TYsPhwqdwqtgbumsfpWgQlyHFft5r0M/s400/DSC_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683626160223890" border="0" /></a>This is me being happy because I have a huge bag of kettle corn :)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-odEPZ63qZLS8KX25BLvvndF916e6tYgvVfPC8r0VIi7Sbb7vzqBqWaoutcyVAd6JRfiRAe_5zsoO62IlJCYlNQfvVK9O2UMWmXWgP4UiH6O4W5ucY3QQefo5DQYenl1Adt7RmmrAymA/s1600-h/DSC_0761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-odEPZ63qZLS8KX25BLvvndF916e6tYgvVfPC8r0VIi7Sbb7vzqBqWaoutcyVAd6JRfiRAe_5zsoO62IlJCYlNQfvVK9O2UMWmXWgP4UiH6O4W5ucY3QQefo5DQYenl1Adt7RmmrAymA/s400/DSC_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683616165084066" border="0" /></a>Pretty.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZjl4_MehhyphenhypheneiLFETLlWl_GTx616IM_72weiZ0cuomsMgIosB09YhNTPZ3rQ36xYY5R6RDgOFzgNliym6JfCkUkQ8C1_cH7QMysl9mn3OydENo9AYRoaeJ6E8zEnzjF40QPtx7MwIYo0/s1600-h/DSC_0825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZjl4_MehhyphenhypheneiLFETLlWl_GTx616IM_72weiZ0cuomsMgIosB09YhNTPZ3rQ36xYY5R6RDgOFzgNliym6JfCkUkQ8C1_cH7QMysl9mn3OydENo9AYRoaeJ6E8zEnzjF40QPtx7MwIYo0/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683604390807490" border="0" /></a>The giraffes were hungry.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDyuYQXLL02JtJPWpeB2FbtdZzkA_-P7If2RUKd9ZEnHUsJIn9KIQxLW4qf9c-bMpS-0z58bded34C7ww0m46iznPdS0TPGC3jmcA0IMfXMdKUZD8AP9d9tcXowBbchker10S-TmuZCk/s1600-h/DSC_0831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDyuYQXLL02JtJPWpeB2FbtdZzkA_-P7If2RUKd9ZEnHUsJIn9KIQxLW4qf9c-bMpS-0z58bded34C7ww0m46iznPdS0TPGC3jmcA0IMfXMdKUZD8AP9d9tcXowBbchker10S-TmuZCk/s400/DSC_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683592522440386" border="0" /></a>...and a little desperate.<br />This one was the baby, and was very cute.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0ex4fpl9yQY3irviqU_CVBjsAgRvk1gxuHZssdDEHXeSgEtzuFrG_JlzFx6kFB5Fvm4S9SX2S-oOLfd99uYQMxwNKbMIInsA5g9jqyesq73wwI0KBBYtsKeiEmdAM5bVv5MSqJQ4tsw/s1600-h/DSC_0804.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0ex4fpl9yQY3irviqU_CVBjsAgRvk1gxuHZssdDEHXeSgEtzuFrG_JlzFx6kFB5Fvm4S9SX2S-oOLfd99uYQMxwNKbMIInsA5g9jqyesq73wwI0KBBYtsKeiEmdAM5bVv5MSqJQ4tsw/s400/DSC_0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683179183158386" border="0" /></a>The gorillas were cool too. Jacob took some good pictures, no? yes.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZgsz_qpONvJArMFK4vppF-V6zkPcsIFKOEFgwcgJAi5svhMDRN6Midy73EwjcVqcG4V-xODsesXmKarUroMOjPhOPUPo_EufzvS76GLeQIQ0yhq28BB_zR74apwwvv0k6QehBdJPICk/s1600-h/DSC_0770.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZgsz_qpONvJArMFK4vppF-V6zkPcsIFKOEFgwcgJAi5svhMDRN6Midy73EwjcVqcG4V-xODsesXmKarUroMOjPhOPUPo_EufzvS76GLeQIQ0yhq28BB_zR74apwwvv0k6QehBdJPICk/s400/DSC_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683168034484610" border="0" /></a>I've always loved flamingos. Just not in my lawn.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our last day in California, we didn't feel like doing much.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPmziSI3tS8uuKHQmRlfNqu6wLtDePgsmvNU5GhilQ7sZwICg1rA4LiFhqaS8i-CzwCJ53afpVysfvoHVntloajwJYVKxJU3ei7hRtmBrRk_wg9vhxCjGBv3bDJ5S67Blht-4qGBVaaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPmziSI3tS8uuKHQmRlfNqu6wLtDePgsmvNU5GhilQ7sZwICg1rA4LiFhqaS8i-CzwCJ53afpVysfvoHVntloajwJYVKxJU3ei7hRtmBrRk_wg9vhxCjGBv3bDJ5S67Blht-4qGBVaaQ/s400/DSC_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683161741405506" border="0" /></a>We went to the park down the street again and jacob hiked around a bit while I read in the shade for a while. It was very nice.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then we hung out at Jacob's grandma's for the rest of the day.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwXPVdOrl50FOqpXbwd_6_EPd2spVzyqL5k8V09sZGZ28lmJOpumNyEMFGQtUlaepEqJtx14wl1nfRYDUDdZ5BZbUAS1DXcq2RZzkUtqtI2nGHQZQ2fO_y5Z0B2O-1oBKY0hkyADR_wM/s1600-h/DSC_0975.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwXPVdOrl50FOqpXbwd_6_EPd2spVzyqL5k8V09sZGZ28lmJOpumNyEMFGQtUlaepEqJtx14wl1nfRYDUDdZ5BZbUAS1DXcq2RZzkUtqtI2nGHQZQ2fO_y5Z0B2O-1oBKY0hkyADR_wM/s400/DSC_0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683145948093666" border="0" /></a>These lizards were all over the place!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIE9WXNsor4tw4IQnDOiG9fFJJ0OjqZZyajuM9VMzd-Jri5WASHaIhqsLtYwTZWSwp8OKBzSz-QNslr3SWkLmLtCZ2la_VYB923vFAeiDYzLua6Zk3lOiIhmgq1u9uLXWgfoazOllHYw0/s1600-h/DSC_0746.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIE9WXNsor4tw4IQnDOiG9fFJJ0OjqZZyajuM9VMzd-Jri5WASHaIhqsLtYwTZWSwp8OKBzSz-QNslr3SWkLmLtCZ2la_VYB923vFAeiDYzLua6Zk3lOiIhmgq1u9uLXWgfoazOllHYw0/s400/DSC_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683137701767234" border="0" /></a>Tangelos waiting to ripen.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMydySLpg0nzwiG_94JP7k56l625nOV-AtprTfuYxXxnTVj0QusFjuIJcIFrtWlG34wf0mWdHCcnOC_0pU40zgwDyOU6r-kKmqZodwvPdbvZieGtiVgMHBZNgKGwE-P1ViHGo82UVSyk/s1600-h/DSC_0955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMydySLpg0nzwiG_94JP7k56l625nOV-AtprTfuYxXxnTVj0QusFjuIJcIFrtWlG34wf0mWdHCcnOC_0pU40zgwDyOU6r-kKmqZodwvPdbvZieGtiVgMHBZNgKGwE-P1ViHGo82UVSyk/s400/DSC_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682629204786354" border="0" /></a>There are no words to describe how happy this tree made me.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidR0c8qR-4Gl3nrcBBufaxACth3s1__G_SzpZsl7UqUyNMWdmgMQlKjI9hSmNceLxZX-dyyNIW4Kn3qVXbhFja7xVtf8gIXDg0I5LdjolLgKCUqNq6Y_-O4CHoRacUzu-vDEzudYwGEFE/s1600-h/DSC_0960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidR0c8qR-4Gl3nrcBBufaxACth3s1__G_SzpZsl7UqUyNMWdmgMQlKjI9hSmNceLxZX-dyyNIW4Kn3qVXbhFja7xVtf8gIXDg0I5LdjolLgKCUqNq6Y_-O4CHoRacUzu-vDEzudYwGEFE/s400/DSC_0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682617262261730" border="0" /></a>Her backyard. We swam a couple of times, which was fun. We laughed a lot. I think swimming makes us giggly.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7quDT-HouV7w4uhXyAeJBCQLLnEvTwInsqp6eav5hqmIWzBSW_pwsrI4trvCC2WO4hh34MnjvO1LEe7O8Jp9-_IpzSJziq3trJQPq57rIdA-w4b-08ACYMBFs-1t98kCMlRf-sYCVwh0/s1600-h/DSC_0964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7quDT-HouV7w4uhXyAeJBCQLLnEvTwInsqp6eav5hqmIWzBSW_pwsrI4trvCC2WO4hh34MnjvO1LEe7O8Jp9-_IpzSJziq3trJQPq57rIdA-w4b-08ACYMBFs-1t98kCMlRf-sYCVwh0/s400/DSC_0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682612148675106" border="0" /></a>Jacob picked some of the harder to reach Tangelos.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNUpm-LIxf3Wpwpn2xx9lN_rOhBIWLJz5qFF8Tf78OqS51oV1WcfHNjIdXc9cjRp1Rx8_cy2izjBjMmSQfM2tgs1MhOy27CYcSlvtf2A1a4hms_PM1Hvnse0D0FUbezo_vKtHhnS1KK4/s1600-h/DSC_0968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNUpm-LIxf3Wpwpn2xx9lN_rOhBIWLJz5qFF8Tf78OqS51oV1WcfHNjIdXc9cjRp1Rx8_cy2izjBjMmSQfM2tgs1MhOy27CYcSlvtf2A1a4hms_PM1Hvnse0D0FUbezo_vKtHhnS1KK4/s400/DSC_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682602001780130" border="0" /></a>Walking back from the tree along the wall.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_waHEhBdzRTz-QmOZeU7W44lxrAuh7vBprLPySvsJMeK4ER6uwuGdx07Ko_QbrLteI_i_gDA8wzDRUpN7stUcpykVQeLfG-EvLArA8f_6QXHHxOl2AgagmCB0HVDz90hvn-5YeX1EBU/s1600-h/DSC_0958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_waHEhBdzRTz-QmOZeU7W44lxrAuh7vBprLPySvsJMeK4ER6uwuGdx07Ko_QbrLteI_i_gDA8wzDRUpN7stUcpykVQeLfG-EvLArA8f_6QXHHxOl2AgagmCB0HVDz90hvn-5YeX1EBU/s400/DSC_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682593951283170" border="0" /></a>Mission accomplished.<br /><br /><br /><br />On our way back to Utah, we stopped in Vegas for a couple of days. We decided to do this because Green Day (Jacob's favorite) was playing there. Actually, they were playing in Salt Lake the day we left, and in California while we were there, but it would have been a long drive and we'd have gotten back at like, 3 in the morning, so we decided Vegas was our best bet. Besides, neither of us had actually stayed there before. So, turns out I'm not the biggest fan ever of Las Vegas... at least the Strip part. Maybe it was sensory overload, and maybe I was just really homesick, but I couldn't really see the appeal... Don't get me wrong, there's some really cool stuff there. For example, we did go visit the Coca-Cola store and M&M World, both of which were fascinating. We had some cheap all you can eat pizza which was delicious, and spent a good hour and a half driving down 6 blocks of the strip admiring the lights (and the traffic). I can say that the Green Day concert was the most awesome concert I've ever been to though. We both enjoyed it immensly :) We had a great time in Vegas, even though we cut it a little shorter than planned, and we didn't get to visit with family there like we wanted. Another nice part was that driving home from Vegas seemed like nothing compared to driving straight from Utah to California :)<br /><br />Hope your summer was as awesome as ours was!<br /></div>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-76743880795762916492009-08-05T21:05:00.015-06:002009-08-05T21:56:02.775-06:00Do you not realize I have had diarhea since Easters?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmCYlW4elfnyoaresK1r9UYc6aQLKISUpiHyDrkRtoMgKyGW-uvqucXuhbs8X01d9ffQywbwO-_6vuEqgGHFC3_ISQ6AErmLgJjDla4EQ3GvXPIf1mV3UQsExHTv1J08c6nKW3-cCwdc/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmCYlW4elfnyoaresK1r9UYc6aQLKISUpiHyDrkRtoMgKyGW-uvqucXuhbs8X01d9ffQywbwO-_6vuEqgGHFC3_ISQ6AErmLgJjDla4EQ3GvXPIf1mV3UQsExHTv1J08c6nKW3-cCwdc/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691268307140818" border="0" /></a><br />The diarhea's aren't exactly why we haven't blogged since Easter, but it's a good excuse from an even better movie, so we'll take it. We've done a lot since Easter evening. My ankle is at about 85% I think, still hoping for a little more movement, but I can't complain (especially since I didn't go to physical therapy nearly as often<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENc-kutgSNJbaVVRP6hKVKpMsHBh8pMk1SQbAZ-xAlU7tLWmQIYDzy9USDr5Q8jRRESizAdYeoLNkiSAu5h3airoiawE8ORL-_Kt2CNg544CACujMZKdyH8rRJZa-v-GInnHB8JtSQdI/s1600-h/home.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENc-kutgSNJbaVVRP6hKVKpMsHBh8pMk1SQbAZ-xAlU7tLWmQIYDzy9USDr5Q8jRRESizAdYeoLNkiSAu5h3airoiawE8ORL-_Kt2CNg544CACujMZKdyH8rRJZa-v-GInnHB8JtSQdI/s320/home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366683610490958898" border="0" /></a> as prescribed).<br />Of course as most of you know, we bought a wonderful home in Harbor Park. We've been here for a couple months and quickly realized that everyone's prophecies about home ownership were all too true. I believe 5 different types of plumbing have been required so far: Sink leakage, toilet not flushingage, spinklerage, installing new gas lineage, and a little bit of dishwasher malfunctionage. Fun stuff, but I do feel good abo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGQgv9mYuZX_meV1TVTOjOBkxUQBEUT5xplQyImHYyS6u8rNYjz46jmklCN3aaw2wDP7ncIocjmBuimuJUflokS3SsRovq1xMOCv1DlC5tDw9r2REJBZx8NYWuRSWProzVfnk27QCIzs/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGQgv9mYuZX_meV1TVTOjOBkxUQBEUT5xplQyImHYyS6u8rNYjz46jmklCN3aaw2wDP7ncIocjmBuimuJUflokS3SsRovq1xMOCv1DlC5tDw9r2REJBZx8NYWuRSWProzVfnk27QCIzs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366686379932160402" border="0" /></a>ut knowing how to fix/install more things! Also, as you can see, I didn't exactly want a sandbox right below our deck (see Jacob childhood section on finding Indian clay), so I had fun covering it with pavers in my spare time. So far, the best perk about having a 1/3 of an acre lot is the big garden space, no matter how much morning glory (bindweed for some of the Williams' folks reading) there is. Elise and I have had a lot of fun with our plants, and have even got a surprise yellow squash, mystery melon (honeydew?), and another zucchini that we didn't plant. (each picture is just one day's worth) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV0S24IeUoD-myt8AthJHjvXZh5fGIWXn4uHKl87oVHtUrKscC3cjsscfpYQJeTrX9A6zsC87nAZwdvFmt3CDOG0ZAQ1H6gQg8Je_sbKeRM4ii6YWlohZrHaL0Xi1W_NRt5IGyP1Kld24/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV0S24IeUoD-myt8AthJHjvXZh5fGIWXn4uHKl87oVHtUrKscC3cjsscfpYQJeTrX9A6zsC87nAZwdvFmt3CDOG0ZAQ1H6gQg8Je_sbKeRM4ii6YWlohZrHaL0Xi1W_NRt5IGyP1Kld24/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366685794723953154" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsl1RWcERCz3EX71jZFuVJnCydV1xVF78rpMnzjd5g-wYbme6_838J3dmq_5xjWVWNJTbAA85L4XYnzh7RN6iXZjuxmB9OwjeNL5w81LYKsT_4WBQnvs591lXRBixUMRmHh7KQHxLCMg/s1600-h/DSC_0545.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsl1RWcERCz3EX71jZFuVJnCydV1xVF78rpMnzjd5g-wYbme6_838J3dmq_5xjWVWNJTbAA85L4XYnzh7RN6iXZjuxmB9OwjeNL5w81LYKsT_4WBQnvs591lXRBixUMRmHh7KQHxLCMg/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366685864148774146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUFvFESfUOZsRtabisMAd0FmUL_vkJJFChPo7PKbjDajrH9DUEzptfMlnOuArU__GfY79otX02f6fH74MhRQSGB3r8pV2i1g48ya2fp1uwAUiZpSZ-Xl5PV9rUmL0KgWlMqlsa93BUg4/s1600-h/DSC_0404.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUFvFESfUOZsRtabisMAd0FmUL_vkJJFChPo7PKbjDajrH9DUEzptfMlnOuArU__GfY79otX02f6fH74MhRQSGB3r8pV2i1g48ya2fp1uwAUiZpSZ-Xl5PV9rUmL0KgWlMqlsa93BUg4/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366685706752635458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfh8BCoXb3L6OgX05l8dpuiPWhpginb0KXKiekhPSHZZhhldqftFeJOFMt2LeRL8HNyBoYReKDqKt4oUCjqwWCn8Czxr4IYm1j38VYwWuIIodLLAErEFAvFUPMe2wL4-EnrInmjvanq4/s1600-h/DSC_0550.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfh8BCoXb3L6OgX05l8dpuiPWhpginb0KXKiekhPSHZZhhldqftFeJOFMt2LeRL8HNyBoYReKDqKt4oUCjqwWCn8Czxr4IYm1j38VYwWuIIodLLAErEFAvFUPMe2wL4-EnrInmjvanq4/s320/DSC_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366685936476239730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I realize some of you may have noticed that one of the previous pictures is not from our garden... I had to give Ethan (Elise's little brother) a shout out because he is officially in the MTC headed to Fresno, California. He is really doing well and is the District Leader over his MTC District. I realize this is a boring blog for a very eventful 2 months, but Elise is packing for Kung Fu camp and left the uncreative one to do the writing. Although I'll have you know that she didn't think you could resize pictures on this thing and this blog would not have been possible without being able to do so! We will try and blog more often about smaller things in greater detail in the future so you all can blog stalk us, but for now this will have to do.<br /><br />P.S. I killed King Kong and his brother in the same week with my bare hand in our basement, take that world!Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-54780141743962956822009-04-12T09:07:00.017-06:002009-04-12T11:09:13.309-06:00Easter<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >This probably will have nothing to do with Easter aside from the fact that it IS Easter today... It may have nothing to to with much of anything for that matter. I will start off, however, with some general updates.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CKN9y1Yi4SZ3_GV3UUvAdLcIRv1Sxq74Wjcjt00eDYGKMl-k7nQ9G7a9midEpbMgIk44CGPlZkF_YW5yrwBMQ0y28NYZqWgA3ZPercqyysT9geNvs2zuPZExiUuINSeYy75b7s_e-SY/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CKN9y1Yi4SZ3_GV3UUvAdLcIRv1Sxq74Wjcjt00eDYGKMl-k7nQ9G7a9midEpbMgIk44CGPlZkF_YW5yrwBMQ0y28NYZqWgA3ZPercqyysT9geNvs2zuPZExiUuINSeYy75b7s_e-SY/s320/DSC00357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323829774816238578" border="0" /></a><br />Jacob and his ankle are doing better each day. Some days a little </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >too </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >much better for my liking... The days like yesterday when he decides to jump on my parents' trampoline on one foot for example. Or the days like yesterday when he decides to skip </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >all</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" > my parents' front steps when we he's hopping down them to leave. Or the days like yesterday when he asks if I think he can touch the rim of the basketball hoop jumping off of one leg and then does it no matter what I say... Luckily for us he's been pretty skilled and agile on one foot.<br />The swelling is finally down so much that it almost looks like a regular foot most of the time.<br /><br />Though it's feeling much better, Jacob still enjoys grossing people out by showing them where the screws are poking out of the inside of his ankle. They're not through the skin, but they're still pretty disgusting for some folks. Having grown up in the house I did, and especially having the mother that I do... It's a little harder to gross me out than a couple screws on an ankle. So luckily for you (and since half of you readers grew up in the same house I did, with the same mother I did) I'm posting a photo! So thanks mom for thinking gross things are fascinating (and usually worth discussing at the dinner table), and thanks to my younger siblings and cats for the endless supply of disgusting things to desensitize me (shout out to Erynn for barfing in my hands while I was babysitting! you're the best). You've all made me who I am today.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig27g8cO7vhdpyYOaNxnPG1ebb8SXK5HRjsPkY9W9lLrERD3VEesJWUEBbBjQAqCDfyFyv6PWnogs3jPhf0PmqzmGy1h-WDQir4kZy4tPFfrk3D7rOG05DqgwMltawGJVXSF8YmhGUIL8/s1600-h/Jacob's+ankle+edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig27g8cO7vhdpyYOaNxnPG1ebb8SXK5HRjsPkY9W9lLrERD3VEesJWUEBbBjQAqCDfyFyv6PWnogs3jPhf0PmqzmGy1h-WDQir4kZy4tPFfrk3D7rOG05DqgwMltawGJVXSF8YmhGUIL8/s400/Jacob's+ankle+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834766702966866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />See? Not that gross. The other side, however, with the big gaping hole they sliced in him to put the screws in, IS a little gross for most tastes. So I won't post a picture of that one. You're welcome.<br /><br /><br /><br />I wanted to post the video we took of Jacob's birthday, but our computer and our video camera have been fighting for the past little while, so till I can convince them to play nicely, looks like I'm out of luck. For now I'll suffice it to say that we ate lots of cake, Jacob got lots of wonderful gifts and well-wishes, and we had lots of fun with family and friends. Thanks to everyone who made it great!<br /><br />Two more exciting things happened! One, half of the Bush family came over to my apartment and played Scum with us on Friday night! It was great fun for us, and I thank them for hanging out with us and making us feel more awesome, and also for not complaining about the icky store bought cookie dough cookies. Two, I found my shoebox of pictures from Europe! I've been looking for it forever! Jacob and I went to see if we could find some college textbooks that I need again for this Spring semester (hooray for finally going back to school!), and as we were rummaging through a billion boxes of my random stuff in the storage locker, ta-dah! My beautiful Nike shoebox full of European memories. *happy sigh* I'm not sure how thrilled Jacob is going to be about going through all of them... but that's too bad for him :)<br /><br /><br />James owns a Zelda shirt. Jacob loves James' Zelda shirt. James tried to give Jacob his Zelda shirt once. Jacob is 1/2 the size of James. Jacob felt bad about taking such an awesome shirt from James. James kept his Zelda shirt. James came over last weekend. James had a new awesome shirt. James' new shirt was Ghostbusters. James had been to WalMart. James had another shirt too! James' other shirt was another Zelda shirt. James other Zelda shirt was for Jacob. Jacob was happy. James and Jacob wore their awesome shirts to see Monsters vs. Aliens in 3-D. James and Jacob looked good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxK-XpOP6kCJ2ue1D0JA18bWnfcX69y-Iwjv9Vcda-7jYJwBuf-4qT05JF8dVamaApZC4OTstqvW4xWcb5dFMcLsiSk7CgFhFWQxyTuPd5IHFp-9goHbxq1aEpAqMcljERuDniqW9irQ/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxK-XpOP6kCJ2ue1D0JA18bWnfcX69y-Iwjv9Vcda-7jYJwBuf-4qT05JF8dVamaApZC4OTstqvW4xWcb5dFMcLsiSk7CgFhFWQxyTuPd5IHFp-9goHbxq1aEpAqMcljERuDniqW9irQ/s400/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840478438259474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9K6ZUh9PlKvqnHBWQwPy5mCTKkkm8_i2JKsduce4VXpwZrBu2KkfGc0dRt6OujcgJEdxqGVC-x0RSTstWhQKAMnmVjH479eThTH1H3k1Q6RuZk14_6rQHs3bZSI3xbcY1E86yu05ozE/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9K6ZUh9PlKvqnHBWQwPy5mCTKkkm8_i2JKsduce4VXpwZrBu2KkfGc0dRt6OujcgJEdxqGVC-x0RSTstWhQKAMnmVjH479eThTH1H3k1Q6RuZk14_6rQHs3bZSI3xbcY1E86yu05ozE/s400/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840484140221746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI81Ds3gNVr0ucWuj7Ugs7GC4TSyn6EmA5wT8fbO2RdzFzZiGODJFiUhNHdBLnnzQltz2knlv6ZbZTC0zIjrX9X7kgHdbRyho5A0dCR5t_UhcCxfa2YPLFLXqyYRfoke6DnUNCX1irFrk/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI81Ds3gNVr0ucWuj7Ugs7GC4TSyn6EmA5wT8fbO2RdzFzZiGODJFiUhNHdBLnnzQltz2knlv6ZbZTC0zIjrX9X7kgHdbRyho5A0dCR5t_UhcCxfa2YPLFLXqyYRfoke6DnUNCX1irFrk/s400/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840489732456626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Oh, and I went too....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaaXrqdqbRpqZ5bs2BejiB0Xhfuuk-gqeg5FtLFoheTO6CHl-UcgJd80BH1Cg4PFsH4GJm-XhUraMhS9KJAgdv3Pc8xRaCuminjGS-O1Ndtpp8QhtA-MrvbY5TsKMyg0m9a1SQppOaH8/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaaXrqdqbRpqZ5bs2BejiB0Xhfuuk-gqeg5FtLFoheTO6CHl-UcgJd80BH1Cg4PFsH4GJm-XhUraMhS9KJAgdv3Pc8xRaCuminjGS-O1Ndtpp8QhtA-MrvbY5TsKMyg0m9a1SQppOaH8/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323841890105953826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Obviously Jacob thinks it's pretty funny to poke me so I make weird faces while we're trying to take awesome pictures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, 3-D glasses are pretty cool. You can tell how exciting our lives are by 2 things. One, how often I post and the awesome content I deem worthy enough to blog about, and two, the fact that 3-D glasses made the cut.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaq3cF2J5RRX7RYQ9uamyDkTXjXJ2JX7TnE7v1GsnTIUMWMEj6EE8a7rK3AYw0shnms6ldjnu8NxfUPLGx8bXugMTbXYW-mmhag7YFR1NwdlMem2xAcDdcCE5Crd2d9m3FQPsLQ260px0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaq3cF2J5RRX7RYQ9uamyDkTXjXJ2JX7TnE7v1GsnTIUMWMEj6EE8a7rK3AYw0shnms6ldjnu8NxfUPLGx8bXugMTbXYW-mmhag7YFR1NwdlMem2xAcDdcCE5Crd2d9m3FQPsLQ260px0/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842032839187602" border="0" /></a><br />But hey, it's not every day you find two people who look so good in them, right?<br /><br />Happy Easter ya'll!</span>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-60624157963997482512009-03-01T10:29:00.005-07:002009-03-01T12:35:46.940-07:00Jacob's Amazing AnkleWell, since I was feeling like we had a serious 3 month long void of blogworthy things going on in our life, Jacob decided to help me out this last week! He's so sweet.<br /><br />Now, I can only tell you what happened from my perspective, so I'll go wake Jacob up in a few and let him add his thoughts when I'm done.<br /><br />Last Thursday, I got a call from one of our wonderful home teachers reminding me to let Jacob know that the ward basketball game was at 9 that night. When he got home, we decided that I'd drop him off, run to the grocery store and pick up the few things we needed, and then be back to pick him up around 10. Perfect. Well, as I was at the grocery store, searching for the salad I had a coupon for, I got a call from a number I didn't know. When I answered I heard:<br /><br />"Hi." (it was my husband.)<br />"Hi. What's up?" (a little confused since it was only 9:40)<br />"um, wanna come to the hospital?"<br /><br />So needless to say, I decided the salad wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>important, and I went to check out immediately. Ethan was kind enough to come to the ER and pick up my frozen stuffs and put them in the freezer while I attended to whatever the heck had happened to Jacob (honorable mention to Lacey, who was also willing to help me with my freezer dillema- thanks!). When I got to the ER, the attendant told me Jacob was in x-ray and to sit and wait. The two wives of fellow stake basketball players that had driven him to the hospital were waiting to tell me what happened. They said they were both kind of distracted when it happened, one reading, but when they heard a scream, they looked up and there was a big dogpile on top of Jacob. Right as they finished their story, and I finished thanking them, the attendant informed me that Jacob was not, in fact, in x-ray, but in room 18, which he proceeded to take me to (after saying, "oh, you're the wife of the guy in the wheelchair bleeding all over the place and screaming?" which he added after seeing my wide terrified eyes, "...just kidding" thanks dude.) Then I saw Jacob. Just sitting there in the hospital bed and smiling at me. Not bleeding. Not screaming. Just smiling. My heart rate started slowing a bit.<br /><br />I learned that his ankle had been landed on by a guy trying to block his shot, when he yelled, the ref called a foul, and everyone came and gathered around him really fast (the dogpile), and that everyone was grossed out cause his bone was sticking out all funny (I didn't want to move the ice pack to see at that time... though I did see it later. and the rumors were true.) I also learned one more way in which Jacob is incredible. He was cool as a clam the whole time. Just chatting and making jokes with the doctor and nurses. I'm fairly sure I would not be that calm and collected if I was in that much pain. Anyway, our awesome home teachers showed up after the game was over, chatted for a while, and gave Jacob a blessing. On a side note, we have the best home teachers in the galaxy.<br /><br />When the x-rays came back, it didn't look like there were any broken bones, which was great news. Not so great, but inevitable and fairly obvious news was that his ankle was dislocated. However, Jacob was able to breathe a sigh of relief when the doctor told us he would be "put under" while they popped his ankle back into place.<br /><br />When the time came for the relocating of the ankle, a big machine was wheeled in, everyone put on lead vests, and they started giving Jacob the anesthesia. It was a quick working drug that was only going to put him under for a few minutes, and he'd be able to breathe on his own, etc. The doctor started asking him funny questions:<br /><br />"What's your wife's name?"<br />"Elise"<br />"What's your other wife's name?"<br />"...Veronica"<br /><br />"Is this like the time you were drunk and stoned"<br />"It's better"<br /><br />etc.<br /><br />Now that he was "under" they started pulling on his foot. He started moaning and tensed up his leg so much that they couldn't do it, so they kept giving him more and more drugs till his breathing was so shallow that they didn't dare give him any more. Needless to say, this was not the most pleasant thing in the world to watch. The worst, however came next. When they had hit max capacity on his anesthesia, they started pulling and twisting and yanking, strategically I'm sure, on his leg and foot. Jacob, started moaning, of course, and kept saying "honey, stop! ow ow ow, honey, stop!" (which is the most sad thing ever) till *<span style="font-weight: bold;">POP</span>* ... yeah, it was that loud. And they quick wrapped him up, and he quick started waking up. Waking up was the best and funniest part. They asked him more questions<br /><br />"What's your wife's name?"<br />"Elise"<br />"What's your other wife's name?"<br />"Britney Spears... blah blah blah annulment" (the blah blah blahs were because he was slurring.)<br /><br />"Is this like when you were drunk and stoned?"<br />"It's ...different"<br /><br />When he was first waking up, he told the doctor someone was pulling on his leg, and it was his wife. And could he please make her leave the room before he told him about it? So the doctor stepped in front of me and said "you can tell me now." but apparently Jacob didn't have much to say about it. And he was a motormouth, and a slurry, loopy, incoherant motormouth at that. But a very <span style="font-weight: bold;">happy</span>, slurry, loopy, incoherant motormouth, and that was the important part. He professed his love for the nurse who put him to sleep. It was over, and it was wonderful.<br /><br />They took another x-ray to make sure that any breaks hadn't showed up in the relocation process, and he looked good. We were discharged with prescriptions, and instructions to make a follow up appointment to see if Jacob will need surgery for torn ligaments or not. The whole process took 2 hrs 45 min, which is pretty good I think. We're now awaiting Tuesday when we find out what kind of shape his ligaments and tendons are in. Woo hoo! We're keeping our fingers crossed that they're just stretched and sore. And now, I'm going to go make banana bread, and get ready for church. But I'll leave you with some awesome pictures of Jacob's ankle! *cheer*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwip8mTT_CRUgdkLfJ_yraS9pgVygglJYQsSWJYs-sxcs3tpumcYkYcSFbsY8KrHXhyr6x2VYe_OjXCo9hNJ3sygRr3NcpOWazHvjPqkZeZPx18U5RT2aqsKtrVQaz4WyVFrRBkb5RuxU/s1600-h/x-ray+before.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwip8mTT_CRUgdkLfJ_yraS9pgVygglJYQsSWJYs-sxcs3tpumcYkYcSFbsY8KrHXhyr6x2VYe_OjXCo9hNJ3sygRr3NcpOWazHvjPqkZeZPx18U5RT2aqsKtrVQaz4WyVFrRBkb5RuxU/s400/x-ray+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289350786269730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The first x-ray. You can see the tibia is not exactly where it's supposed to be...<br /><br />especially when compared with:<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEWaZpXE8ikcmVRDp0ibCkPKqvnbaCpWSTWrPfh0Z3IgEC01KMtzBQLslsNIvnP3lT3sFJFJZ6JSwLkh-_VciJ2ZfVlxuNF26PumXdlQA_RauxeNLZU-JCAS6jgoAKSnsTZIso8TWnwo/s1600-h/x-ray+after.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEWaZpXE8ikcmVRDp0ibCkPKqvnbaCpWSTWrPfh0Z3IgEC01KMtzBQLslsNIvnP3lT3sFJFJZ6JSwLkh-_VciJ2ZfVlxuNF26PumXdlQA_RauxeNLZU-JCAS6jgoAKSnsTZIso8TWnwo/s400/x-ray+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289360342086290" border="0" /></a><br />The Second x-ray. Post relocation. The tibia is much happier now.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Tf9mqPwGSW6_sCAWfvKTVp-cuWWjdbkqGoDvjwtOQFcE_0XLjTu1XnWqMZ-HfE1jKM5wXqV2mTVhURqf0VTIXZG7zCpw8LaYa1TLOzMx3QjyAP1hkXiWf1CSNFeT72r2KchRVQJSE_8/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Tf9mqPwGSW6_sCAWfvKTVp-cuWWjdbkqGoDvjwtOQFcE_0XLjTu1XnWqMZ-HfE1jKM5wXqV2mTVhURqf0VTIXZG7zCpw8LaYa1TLOzMx3QjyAP1hkXiWf1CSNFeT72r2KchRVQJSE_8/s400/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289391793560594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is a little peek of the bruising on his heel and ankle 2 days after.<br /></div>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-65705235380520113802008-11-22T12:45:00.007-07:002008-11-22T13:30:42.540-07:00Very Important Updates<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Here are some recent (and not so recent) goings-on of the Jacob Bell Family.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">First</span> and foremost, we're on our last roll of toilet paper that we haven't had to purchase ourselves (thanks to Melissa for the huge pack of Charmin at my bridal shower :) 6 months without buying a roll of our own is not too shabby. I'd say we were great tp conservationalists here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5GKOx6ysQ6uSTWjCrd0dWygUa4ojFqZVdmAkXc7yB6podyKJXkVnJ__RvGjyBVHSqOGPkXZ5tks4V3X2mmSbnuVHkMp47dKx1NMUD6RZ4BFiJiqI0C6GeD5XkZL-vFjBBjrRLLqdqu4/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5GKOx6ysQ6uSTWjCrd0dWygUa4ojFqZVdmAkXc7yB6podyKJXkVnJ__RvGjyBVHSqOGPkXZ5tks4V3X2mmSbnuVHkMp47dKx1NMUD6RZ4BFiJiqI0C6GeD5XkZL-vFjBBjrRLLqdqu4/s400/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271572225726370274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Second</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, we found a praying mantis on our window one day after work! We think it was not very happy with the cold weather because, after we rushed to take a picture or two before it left, it didn't move for several hours. So Jacob took it out to the neighbor's garden so it had a better possibility of finding some food.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvL4LY8V5dtA8FKBIRFpZ6Zbxg0yOKqWgfso5dzglzX64b51YTdz6Qq2Toax6fQrNBGhwFPU6WpfmGEX9u04A4G55122N5GCDspz4sOloWGyqwoMXXDBeHO-0aDeAXFck9SFk53gkYMU/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvL4LY8V5dtA8FKBIRFpZ6Zbxg0yOKqWgfso5dzglzX64b51YTdz6Qq2Toax6fQrNBGhwFPU6WpfmGEX9u04A4G55122N5GCDspz4sOloWGyqwoMXXDBeHO-0aDeAXFck9SFk53gkYMU/s400/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271574030008237378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >Third</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, we went on a hike while it was still summer and we found a huge beaver dam! and water skeeters. and some butterflies. and far too many pesky bees buzzing around the mud for my liking. However, the dam was cool enough by itself for a return trip next summer.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtx3Q3Xh_t1_kDU2m2dHa5kFnpF_Q9jXj9FL729NkIINyiuT_9yGS3XH-LDnSyVwz6SY0PqJb1EpgsaLjtOoH4DELpCPaq0cCincihNlFb_TUoX7_qPQ9zck84IvcPbeU9dJjhfqAkY0/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtx3Q3Xh_t1_kDU2m2dHa5kFnpF_Q9jXj9FL729NkIINyiuT_9yGS3XH-LDnSyVwz6SY0PqJb1EpgsaLjtOoH4DELpCPaq0cCincihNlFb_TUoX7_qPQ9zck84IvcPbeU9dJjhfqAkY0/s400/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271577484875809394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4PGARbj16p5ui3M3C_N37L7oKUdTanVTL_cbf0dq1e-GN6XeIGjVw_dKVnNHiDaYBhW5g4_yhzej-jePIoF443qsopvAS2wX2IlOuyVKRd1bdyUMQNXrZY9fIACyuzzChdvD6tl3GxQ/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4PGARbj16p5ui3M3C_N37L7oKUdTanVTL_cbf0dq1e-GN6XeIGjVw_dKVnNHiDaYBhW5g4_yhzej-jePIoF443qsopvAS2wX2IlOuyVKRd1bdyUMQNXrZY9fIACyuzzChdvD6tl3GxQ/s400/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271577495172808738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh131x5nQJuRfCsNqsGjYSGGPU5sMYssIV5Xl6p9X7YHXyPsMDjhCr9dxOyW8VhOnf3ircGz7A4RFPwo7mlcq96TWqnrVngOXMCNs5eJr2fIHbY02xk7s8huNJ2FzvgYCCRW-ooluZ7SyM/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh131x5nQJuRfCsNqsGjYSGGPU5sMYssIV5Xl6p9X7YHXyPsMDjhCr9dxOyW8VhOnf3ircGz7A4RFPwo7mlcq96TWqnrVngOXMCNs5eJr2fIHbY02xk7s8huNJ2FzvgYCCRW-ooluZ7SyM/s400/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271577493517915170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugclWum_ZvbX7K9vO0YeD-0tIcXaiaJgLdeltk3kuTOltNyJQEQFxw20vs0FaoFaV19NEybgMA4lAYIaYegbe9pkQq-C1prRhPgvCJ75lnV34MGHvb6KRCLr2-9lzcfrV1TwzhRqDfng/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugclWum_ZvbX7K9vO0YeD-0tIcXaiaJgLdeltk3kuTOltNyJQEQFxw20vs0FaoFaV19NEybgMA4lAYIaYegbe9pkQq-C1prRhPgvCJ75lnV34MGHvb6KRCLr2-9lzcfrV1TwzhRqDfng/s400/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271577477122264402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Fourth</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, We finished our curtains... a while ago. We like them.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKtXMyySmKQ-uesZ26IuWF6HZiAe6bz7Z-k2pz6HlO9LUJOkYXzjvwn658Plw0yMSkUzycGeZUW2neAzcu1tipP90mb_21fRMl01Ccc6rJQ0WF1onFL4xDE35Fols6mj-JDxbhXQ9Vh8/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKtXMyySmKQ-uesZ26IuWF6HZiAe6bz7Z-k2pz6HlO9LUJOkYXzjvwn658Plw0yMSkUzycGeZUW2neAzcu1tipP90mb_21fRMl01Ccc6rJQ0WF1onFL4xDE35Fols6mj-JDxbhXQ9Vh8/s400/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271577469331940194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Fifth</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, I made a french silk pie for Jacob's mission reunion, and it was delicious. So delicious in fact, that it was gone in the first 5 minutes they served it. Luckily, the people there like Jacob and so they saved us a slice :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhT_GHlV2QmvO1cqWkRnoC3TyC7jMwjvyZzLTtWXmW7YHc151C1ZCwNk3uelJr8sUl_ycdxQJrkVbENer58uhaPpC5xv96iQlG27tr7PYfZ_o1rAq-hK5NIQjMtCyre3dXqSf2BZqVrw/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhT_GHlV2QmvO1cqWkRnoC3TyC7jMwjvyZzLTtWXmW7YHc151C1ZCwNk3uelJr8sUl_ycdxQJrkVbENer58uhaPpC5xv96iQlG27tr7PYfZ_o1rAq-hK5NIQjMtCyre3dXqSf2BZqVrw/s400/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271574025708808546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Sixth</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, my sister is an amoeba.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZi1lyOozoHqp7cQCgWxwjwgI4lIlHlPeXqTPq5W70zvS6NgYe_wcq9Uxw5Qy2smWvgSN0BtXT7n1tluIPJo8xSK3IpREXirY0NojEZ1Qxwl9P-wBE9d-XShZz_wID5qR7TjAxl_o3z0/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZi1lyOozoHqp7cQCgWxwjwgI4lIlHlPeXqTPq5W70zvS6NgYe_wcq9Uxw5Qy2smWvgSN0BtXT7n1tluIPJo8xSK3IpREXirY0NojEZ1Qxwl9P-wBE9d-XShZz_wID5qR7TjAxl_o3z0/s400/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271574038520375538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Seventh</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, I have a really cute husband.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzlxZjEv128VWRBYNrigsIfKktnn99qedSxd25GCpXe9cJRvPLfDzVTC8gmP5D30M9RpmslbUEjtdwKkoP_8TfkCN0hZr0N92360yqmP-Bjnm72tdohKmPdDkdCifL93_uVkx714SLuk/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzlxZjEv128VWRBYNrigsIfKktnn99qedSxd25GCpXe9cJRvPLfDzVTC8gmP5D30M9RpmslbUEjtdwKkoP_8TfkCN0hZr0N92360yqmP-Bjnm72tdohKmPdDkdCifL93_uVkx714SLuk/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271574043602655602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh, and p.s. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">GO BYU!</span></span><br /></div>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-47367506829640784412008-10-05T16:17:00.008-06:002008-10-05T17:28:07.426-06:00Box #1Jacob and I had an incredible experience this last week. Jacob is very good about getting the mail when he gets home from work every day (I would forget for weeks on end... so I'm very happy to have him around). Last Sunday, we didn't have work and so Jacob remembered to check the mail as we were leaving to go on a walk. There wasn't any mail in our mailbox, but there was a single key on a keyring. A bit puzzled, we examined it. The key chain read:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVaM-cZRaoso8LE76Ng9g3eSqzKNMhGN_8MKtPFkTWcwYo5HDqcUxFYEW7YFU3f5CfkJBRSHWA4ohiELkBSK0wYE2vvo956lVOBfmuDlp9ELSJr8r4Fzjy1GN2BoSKBXJSpPOuaY6s5I/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVaM-cZRaoso8LE76Ng9g3eSqzKNMhGN_8MKtPFkTWcwYo5HDqcUxFYEW7YFU3f5CfkJBRSHWA4ohiELkBSK0wYE2vvo956lVOBfmuDlp9ELSJr8r4Fzjy1GN2BoSKBXJSpPOuaY6s5I/s400/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253802179466112882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />"Property of the U.S. Postal Service<br />Locker Number 1<br />If found Drop in Any Mail Box"<br />Then had our address written on the bottom<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On the Opposite Side it read:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkxUMTVqjDdsZDqKo_XgRHsvuvCg9czoEugM_fOkGSY7kdMzEpDVMRo5kEXTEyOaqT2ASGjQDb6IOUOStrmqxlwOUOCr1u4rrykxCOK-KoU5kQ3KhhGoTOtshFznASAa-Dk9zwe5IVJQ/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkxUMTVqjDdsZDqKo_XgRHsvuvCg9czoEugM_fOkGSY7kdMzEpDVMRo5kEXTEyOaqT2ASGjQDb6IOUOStrmqxlwOUOCr1u4rrykxCOK-KoU5kQ3KhhGoTOtshFznASAa-Dk9zwe5IVJQ/s400/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253802627663984242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />DIRECTIONS<br />Your mail is larger than will fit in this box. Insert key in same numbered locker and turn to left. Open door and remove all articles.<br />KEY WILL BE RETAINED IN THE LOCK<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Naturally, Jacob and I were excited because this meant that the last of the things we'd ordered online in the last month had arrived! Of <span style="font-style: italic;">course </span>it was too big to fit in our tiny mailbox, so the mailman must have put it in locker number 1 at the post office! All we had to do was run to the post office, and pick it up, right? wrong.<br /><br />First of all, it was Sunday, so that meant that no one was at the post office to talk to. We realized this before we left, but figured the front of the post office where all the lockers are would still be open, and how hard could it be to find box #1 and open it up? So off we went to the nearest location, key in hand. When we arrived, to our dismay, there was already a key in box #1. That key's tag said something like ours said, then said to collect the mail in box 2P... so we looked for 2P for a while to no avail. We decided that maybe this wasn't our post office after all, even though it was only 4 blocks away. We checked in their phone book of post offices which proved to be little help since it listed nonsensical numbers for the post office locations and our zip code wasn't even listed... A little discouraged, we decided to run home and look it up online.<br /><br />Turns out we were right, and it wasn't our post office after all! The only other post office I could think of was the one in East Bay, but the address we had seemed to be somewhere between us and East Bay... I was very interested to find this new mystery post office. We had a new address, and set out once again, key in hand. The new address seemed fairly easy to find... but after we hit a certain point in our journey south, it became apparent that the post office was on the other side of the railroad tracks. Luckily Provo is set up in a way that you can't actually cross the railroad tracks except in maybe 3 locations, the nearest one being University Ave. However, seeing as how we were "so close" to the address and we'd have to backtrack a long way to get there, we decided to press on eastward and surely there'd be another place to cross. Of course, being Provo, there wasn't. We wound our way through lots of tiny back streets that neither of us had been on, and eventually hit State Street and finally ended up in East Bay, kind of glad that we took the scenic route. Thinking it would be a good idea to check the address of the East Bay location, we started looking at street signs. It became quite clear that East Bay wasnt' as far south as I had originally thought. We pulled in the parking lot, and lo and behold, we were in the right place! wahoo!<br /><br />We quickly went inside to retrieve our mail. Only, too bad for us, cause that post office only had letters on their lockers and there wasn't a locker #1 in that whole entire place! We tried locker A, L, I, heck, we even tried locker 2P. that post office was a dud I tell you. After several confused and exhasperated conversations, Jacob turned to look at me very slowly with a certain look in his eye. I recognized it instantly as the "oh my word, we are such idiots" look. In that very instant, I knew <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly </span>why we were such idiots. And we both began to laugh hysterically.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliUI9GpjrwpEroUshGXSlIIwxBcoor3zVENa3k7r_CSuiEu76KH9NUKNL_2NmCfUE4SbR5Y9zJPqM7Z36T1GjjcPSQGWXdO9rmcChmY-fGzXKytENgUfCiwwRdANKwf_gtHB6tpK8T4c/s1600-h/Locker+%231.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliUI9GpjrwpEroUshGXSlIIwxBcoor3zVENa3k7r_CSuiEu76KH9NUKNL_2NmCfUE4SbR5Y9zJPqM7Z36T1GjjcPSQGWXdO9rmcChmY-fGzXKytENgUfCiwwRdANKwf_gtHB6tpK8T4c/s400/Locker+%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812047316876946" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, 12 inches away from our very own mailbox, were two large lockers: 1 and 2. It explained why OUR address was written on the key instead of the post office's, it explained why we'd get such a simple number like '1' for our locker, and it explained why our key chain looked just a little different from all the others at the post offices (which were the biggest questions we couldn't find satisfactory answers for). So, after we took our key on the biggest adventure of it's life, we returned it safely home to locker number one, and took our package inside.Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-3430514960947173942008-09-13T18:29:00.003-06:002008-09-13T19:09:03.478-06:00Lagoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDx2K8dEBUeQSuoKu6HY6fUJnJKfyDIPDyKhFw4QXWVdJwjpD6XjgqeEmbhYjOHLYk-UUSPrGcNqRvYe-6ol0saGrqlEKcSLWTrV3OyBW9MwRDXJFwTUOCwfgzhaWJ2h6guxPtNFyITVM/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDx2K8dEBUeQSuoKu6HY6fUJnJKfyDIPDyKhFw4QXWVdJwjpD6XjgqeEmbhYjOHLYk-UUSPrGcNqRvYe-6ol0saGrqlEKcSLWTrV3OyBW9MwRDXJFwTUOCwfgzhaWJ2h6guxPtNFyITVM/s400/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245671665182749442" border="0" /></a><br />Today, Jacob skipped out on the BYU football game against UCLA (in which we crushed them, 59-0) to go to Lagoon with Sage, Skyler, and me. We had a lot of fun! We went on lots of rides, played lots of games, and spent lots of money on food and parking :) Jacob was such a good sport when I was steering like a maniac on the flying aces and kindly informed me that we were going to die. Luckily for us, I calmed down, the ride ended, and we're still here. It was a lot of fun to spend some time with Sage and Skyler, whom we haven't seen since their wedding in July! We all went on the newest ride, Wicked, which was fun. We were all screaming our heads off... but not Jacob. He didn't make a sound. Intense concentration, perhaps? We also waited in the longest line ever and went on Rattlesnake Rapids. It was hot enough that getting soaked was pretty nice, and Jacob found his voice again! He and Skyler used their wonderful voices to make sure Sage and I remembered how funny they are. Turns out, saying anything loud enough is quite hilarious. Our friend James was kind enough to keep us updated via text message of the BYU score, which was most helpful. Before we left, Jacob decided to "win me stuff" and he turned out to have quite a knack for it! First, at the fast-pitch booth, he pitched a 65 mph ball, and then a 71 mph ball, reaching the total of 2 'big prizes' able to be won per person, per day (the baseball hats). Next, he knocked a bunch of metal milk jugs off a big stool and got me a little white monkey. He came back and did it again to trade in the monkey for a big black monkey. Finally, he beat a bunch of other guys at a water shooting game and won <span style="font-style: italic;">another </span>monkey (the purple one. he thinks it's ugly, but I like it :) He also was awesome at darts, but their prizes were not as awesome and he gave them to a little kid. About this time, we were pretty tired, so we decided to head out. We left just in time to catch the after game show on the radio! so Jacob listened to that on the way home while I slept :) What a great husband I've got! and what a great day!Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-4511425659907921562008-07-29T18:28:00.003-06:002008-07-29T19:39:17.619-06:00Just our Luck....This past week, and especially few days, Elise and I have had some awkward luck fall our way. The following are real stories, and are not meant to frighten anyone of the real world, but just in case a small child is present, please read these first and summarize the stories in a nicer way.<br /><br />It all start last week at the mall. We decided to return a particular Victoria's Secret outfit that Elise received at her bridal shower, and it was easiest if I just went to the mall straight after work one day to do the deed. So there I was, walking through the mall, not knowing where Victoria's Secret was, with a lovely pink bag in my hand. When I got there and returned the outfit, I thought it would be nice to get some nice smelling soap for the Mrs., so I did, and so of course I walked out of Victoria's Secret with yet another pink bag in my hand. I almost escaped the mall, but right when I almost got to the exit, someone I recognized in a shirt and tie walked by, it was President Monson!! Well, not quite, but it was my MTC teacher, who might as well have been in my books. We talked for a few, and to my surprise, he remembered me quite well. However, at some point his curiosity took over and he asked, looking at my bag, if I was engaged. As quickly as I could I lifted my hand and showed him my wedding ring. NEVER in my life was I more glad to tell someone that I was indeed married (and also that I remembered my ring). Not only that, but I was able to tell him truthfully that I snagged the best one out there.<br /><br />Well...if that wasn't awkward enough, Saturday night decided to bring the awkward to us...literally. There we were, minding our own business and getting ready for bed at 11 o'clock, and we both thought we heard some sort of water running in the bathroom. We didn't mind it for a minute, but I eventually went and decided to check out what it was, and as I turned on the light in the bathroom, we were delighted to see that lemonade was pouring from <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNdnHvTr1nrAe_pL-9dgy4lS_Ie4iB1dWZ4rBohj-C86GvheBbwANHtjB7kfBz6SH-VJogGux0RAOfXk9iC6QylRuskU_tkfwoG2Ngd-s9X9aBgJ3CICrAA-RzoChEu4IMWf9tHkhRQg/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNdnHvTr1nrAe_pL-9dgy4lS_Ie4iB1dWZ4rBohj-C86GvheBbwANHtjB7kfBz6SH-VJogGux0RAOfXk9iC6QylRuskU_tkfwoG2Ngd-s9X9aBgJ3CICrAA-RzoChEu4IMWf9tHkhRQg/s400/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228614966153886690" border="0" /></a>our bathroom light. Before we could thank our neighbors upstairs for this wonderful delight, Elise got a glass and soon discovered that it wasn't lemonade at all! We soon had what seemed to be a couple toilet bowls full of nappy water all on and over everything in our bathroom, bleh! To say the least, we had some acrobatic 'going to the bathroom' experiences that shortly followed. Elise was kind enough to laugh hysterically and still capture one of these amazing moments on my camera (see picture at right). After much debating we went upstairs to make sure that our neighborino's knew what had happened. Luckily she did, and was very nice about it. In fact, the same thing had happened to her about a year ago. Her toilet bowl and tank overflowed, and she had to scoop tons and tons of it into the bathtub. Elise wanted to yell at her and tell her to come clean up our bathroom, and she was going to, but I, being selfish, didn't want to babysit her brand new baby. So long story short, we cleaned up the bathroom the next morning (we know it was the sabbath, but c'mon, wouldn't you do the same). The landlord also came on Sunday and fixed the problem. Next time, maybe we'll ask him to fix the huge hole that the water came through...but that's for another blog.<br /><br />The next morning....after we cleaned up our nappy lemonade water...Betsy called us up and invited us over to church to hear Erynn speak that afternoon. What a delight! We were excited to not have to go to church till 1...er...hear Erynn speak, and we decided to stop by the William's a good 30 minutes early to give them some jam and say hello. However, we were Doomed. Not only did Elise take about 6 and a half hours doing her hair that morning, but we had some minor obstacles as well. So we went outside to elise's car, and she realized that she had put the jam in my car the night before (we originally were going to bring it the night before). But of course it was a hot Sunday morning, so by the time I got to the jam, the seal had broken and half of it lay there in my car on the floor. Luckily, the jam had hardened for some reason, so I just picked up the hard stuff on the floor and layed it outside. When we went inside to get new jam and to put the rest of the jam that was still good from the car mishap in the fridge, Elise noticed that I had tried to burn the house down with a candle. We had put a candle on a candle warmer, and much to our surprise, it had cracked and melted all over our counters etc... Good thing wax is easy to clean up...NOT. After about 15 minutes or so getting all that cleaned up, an earthquake of all things shook our house violently...ok ok that's a little extreme, but it felt like it. So we finally made it to church and heard Erynn's wonderful talk, YAY!<br /><br />Or...not yay quite yet... On our way home from church, we talked about our 3 misfortunes of the last 24 hours, and figured because Betsy always told Elise that bad things always come in 3's, that we were done for at least a couple days. But no, when we were leaving to go to the Bell's for dinner and to finish up some laundry, we so cleverly decided we could probably start the cars with no keys. Then we realized not only could we not start the cars, but we couldn't get back into our lovely home with no keys either. So there we were, stranded far far away on what seemed to be a very distant planet, with no hope for the future. We decided to use our lemonade friend's phone upstairs to call the landlord and of course with our luck he didn't answer either of his phones that he has listed. So we did the next best thing and called my mom to come pick us up.....and she left. Our fine neighbor then offered a Safeway card to try and break in with. Because I had already tried this obstacle on our other neighbor's door about a month ago, I didn't exactly have much hope. But much to my surprise, about 8 seconds later we were inside our apartment again calling my mom, with a slim hope that for some reason she hadn't left quite yet. Rats, she already had. So there we were, with keys in hand, ready to go, but couldn't. So she pulls up a few minutes later and sees us sitting on Elise's car with her keys around my neck. I told her we'd just follow her home and sorry for making her come all this way. But, alas, it was worth it, as we had a lovely roast and veggies for dinner, and we were able to clean our lemonade towels and bath mats :). We thought we were really home free then, but when we got home the most dreadful thing of all was awaiting us, WE LEFT THE COOLER ON! At least 35 cents on our gas bill, oy. I turned the cooler off and had a wonderful evening with my wonderful wife. The End.Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-67306544968728257912008-07-19T17:44:00.010-06:002008-07-19T18:50:33.739-06:00Williams family reunion and other updates<div style="text-align: center;">So, it turns out it's a lot harder to find time to update this than we thought, but we figure 'better late than never,' eh? <span style="font-weight: bold;">And </span>I have some pictures, so I think we'll let them do most of the talking :) Last weekend we went to Castle Dale for the Williams Family Reunion. We had a lot of fun going out on the desert and showing Jacob around a little. We also had fun spending some time with our family :) We didn't get to see everything we wanted to, but we decided we'd try again a little later in the season when it isn't so blastedly hot outside.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTBrCRphjTjqwkjO7_OKpfc-pDf-6kUpAb9wVPoX_HGXH6vFglpcloErewuV7cjzX5413IXtPqq7IYmxV-_uy1g54ySdtCbhg19375-iXP0uXr0HThdkBRT5MeKx4QziykcaArGd31Vo/s1600-h/P1030289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTBrCRphjTjqwkjO7_OKpfc-pDf-6kUpAb9wVPoX_HGXH6vFglpcloErewuV7cjzX5413IXtPqq7IYmxV-_uy1g54ySdtCbhg19375-iXP0uXr0HThdkBRT5MeKx4QziykcaArGd31Vo/s400/P1030289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224889447695208546" border="0" /></a> Some of the gang at the reunion<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2_sfrednl6KYU05Q-qTG5IjBlIC_Tp0oBGPyyU-Ht4lYsH-ByiVlFt2suC7k5mIQhFW3Aeggsv_fIiFB87zki-YLgOHItbDb5vcatKJWvo07S3YmKG0W9sRnHtNR9212IPcd_CFECCU/s1600-h/P1030291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2_sfrednl6KYU05Q-qTG5IjBlIC_Tp0oBGPyyU-Ht4lYsH-ByiVlFt2suC7k5mIQhFW3Aeggsv_fIiFB87zki-YLgOHItbDb5vcatKJWvo07S3YmKG0W9sRnHtNR9212IPcd_CFECCU/s400/P1030291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224889454625303874" border="0" /></a>Some more of the gang<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnZ7lw0DxDUHn5Q817a6W4mekxOU1ujrwZEl9B_Za0ARw1gNODNhCQB6104liktyx9y7f5ortYCRgBHrf5-3VyIH8pTNc7inoWfjfxJxIzjhomuQz5J4lAzl6-g1p65EOSseEh75yVFs/s1600-h/P1030296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnZ7lw0DxDUHn5Q817a6W4mekxOU1ujrwZEl9B_Za0ARw1gNODNhCQB6104liktyx9y7f5ortYCRgBHrf5-3VyIH8pTNc7inoWfjfxJxIzjhomuQz5J4lAzl6-g1p65EOSseEh75yVFs/s400/P1030296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224889461370695794" border="0" /></a>Uncle Richard reading his quiz to see how much of a "Williams" you are.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXiEUIkRX2GuLfA25YaeqTmsb4NsZpLz_LCCS1mEkyfjoWlSaOonAgFtBoRBqJcOTo4ZQ7H6bEny3HlXtUNPovwgEIk23rcDqfgiJqRyEQbqGTOm5ZIB5uO5qPVVAHkTzn4XbGrftgJQ/s1600-h/P1030300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXiEUIkRX2GuLfA25YaeqTmsb4NsZpLz_LCCS1mEkyfjoWlSaOonAgFtBoRBqJcOTo4ZQ7H6bEny3HlXtUNPovwgEIk23rcDqfgiJqRyEQbqGTOm5ZIB5uO5qPVVAHkTzn4XbGrftgJQ/s400/P1030300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887454502360386" border="0" /></a>Jake and Lacey. Just being in love :)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKwjbPNV7A9wka7uUfr8k-4qaLENd5_z_soFTatfGZp_MXmdgnXmZs7MmEmfXPl1vG3r5Lg04bQxTAXjdWALi3pg-UlWVD3_S4IWdfz0gs4SsDXRJEDzE-4hZqja8BmBU7GTXEpYjmSg/s1600-h/P1030201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKwjbPNV7A9wka7uUfr8k-4qaLENd5_z_soFTatfGZp_MXmdgnXmZs7MmEmfXPl1vG3r5Lg04bQxTAXjdWALi3pg-UlWVD3_S4IWdfz0gs4SsDXRJEDzE-4hZqja8BmBU7GTXEpYjmSg/s400/P1030201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887460562431506" border="0" /></a>Trying to wake up in the morning<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7V3SUjpQ2S-nDgHgmIbmZpr-8sLsqkYjTceFtq_vaEkfa7NK5IRvkASjBdYC11v4sAiB70pBi88bBElsZZws1z4YaFg4h9ZLzCfQC8QFM7JMqDrHunbiq0_hxf8n3UiZf6LH54zEEZd4/s1600-h/P1030200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7V3SUjpQ2S-nDgHgmIbmZpr-8sLsqkYjTceFtq_vaEkfa7NK5IRvkASjBdYC11v4sAiB70pBi88bBElsZZws1z4YaFg4h9ZLzCfQC8QFM7JMqDrHunbiq0_hxf8n3UiZf6LH54zEEZd4/s400/P1030200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887470008820898" border="0" /></a>Jacob found a new pillow<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYVlz1vIfaEyPo4UEAyzUFlCjgL11Ql1PI2unRmjDKXf_MDNF6JaXximAHIdaSQr4s3Ps7QNk8J0YtFZA-zcxgfkRKI-RFx1pxC4DOr_iZrFnzdTUXOl4lBq_SyVNMF2kUIOlTalkuKc/s1600-h/P1030305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYVlz1vIfaEyPo4UEAyzUFlCjgL11Ql1PI2unRmjDKXf_MDNF6JaXximAHIdaSQr4s3Ps7QNk8J0YtFZA-zcxgfkRKI-RFx1pxC4DOr_iZrFnzdTUXOl4lBq_SyVNMF2kUIOlTalkuKc/s400/P1030305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887479996465250" border="0" /></a>Becca and Kimberlyn thought Jacob was a lot of fun!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mq0X6pNqVqCcXA_DVJvw_3smwyZhLsQ0KTyw2FiN2yJlX5KOgThUBTb-gL3UovdCIyZzQq2J4Aa45SlGcy3S7K0Vpzxj08yEiKB6VJ2l8UTWVbDOI0JCFwE2X5R0MHmotabzKh5-uOU/s1600-h/P1030306.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZpday4o3hWRTCAkp6h9o3gyk-1z0CMom81yY9vrOVH3BFx-kPHzzPKTXVkXf7_3nzJo2nEu9iNIz8xGB1bz3xdp-ChJn9XAoavU4H6iMIvvmuM7bvldNViOD27kNlVDhxUvzxmb95MM/s400/P1030239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224885864220529586" border="0" /></a>Trying to turn my car around...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdttaQwLfcWbw_hoHdBaXhr8KcRALAFMj47vQSKbK5XT28_tSnmMFv_qF_sLg1TMo3kcfBj3lvJI7Vt05aqTHwX-97jQwgQgVc7ncKj5FaMV5nliUsXy-VX5FAHILhyLvloOwKnUD-4e0/s1600-h/P1030222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdttaQwLfcWbw_hoHdBaXhr8KcRALAFMj47vQSKbK5XT28_tSnmMFv_qF_sLg1TMo3kcfBj3lvJI7Vt05aqTHwX-97jQwgQgVc7ncKj5FaMV5nliUsXy-VX5FAHILhyLvloOwKnUD-4e0/s400/P1030222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224885865547599522" border="0" /></a>Jacob throwing rocks at my family... namely Ethan.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSmEyaq-eBSdADG3WEDpjit9VmzwBDMnuIYTOzQ7ymOR-zS9s-nZ2GpAKIZgjGJr5ulr9R-SOwzO3tu-Yip2M1z2r08JBYvpJO4VchtHvIjnVkEIKntWgMgT3gHPze_xtZa-c8qPxrD8/s1600-h/P1030252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzPc00xG6xz2Tp3VmU8PENre5TuwSH3AEsmJksq2N-OSFDnfRigwx5gCkhrs6iPQLq3LWpFrIYseLbGc54pn0h9Y5ENO4PcEJPHx6x5W3UjpOoxEImAta1dRlg66zCT_ZvmepxOly8EY/s400/P1030247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883254602934482" border="0" /></a>Lacey and I found this little cave at pancake rocks a long time ago. I was glad to see I still fit inside! and Jacob too.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KZ7YEruCUhtaRET3el68G0HGywtrSIh3AzLx_fRuZTXH1btlLq3ocEeYtJG_WZ817GJzEBb8GQog56CFNlePFgLPclGLPOsvvbQQF92Qbi6BMZD2iBIBQHioj3EaN9KMWmaFfaAMhIU/s1600-h/P1030251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KZ7YEruCUhtaRET3el68G0HGywtrSIh3AzLx_fRuZTXH1btlLq3ocEeYtJG_WZ817GJzEBb8GQog56CFNlePFgLPclGLPOsvvbQQF92Qbi6BMZD2iBIBQHioj3EaN9KMWmaFfaAMhIU/s400/P1030251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883263071841074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCqq4ziTDY3Jo6EwC039ZhZ7fjHRhvqTQc1Hp7ebwH_rGTYk4SLLsBakP2REoCtJz1fwtxV__Io5zlKt_kHD9HuXt1QywkRAdN_-4Limdu587nRpN6kkfXdqJxbQIo0Trt_FpC6cno60/s1600-h/P1030346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCqq4ziTDY3Jo6EwC039ZhZ7fjHRhvqTQc1Hp7ebwH_rGTYk4SLLsBakP2REoCtJz1fwtxV__Io5zlKt_kHD9HuXt1QywkRAdN_-4Limdu587nRpN6kkfXdqJxbQIo0Trt_FpC6cno60/s400/P1030346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883267320441010" border="0" /></a>Jacob decided to scare me to death and climb down the wedge...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGkfssQQHvAkgVP1OsPHuPU7K6vRqNTzeucFz7JafPikkndF0-YP8kjEbRYZhGRkqO4kUk99bTz051NLgpbYO7I-jxTlQ0Nduvkf3rjC38h5ZPNoSNISALmBAyOUOtvdC9pK0obzo5E4/s1600-h/P1030357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGkfssQQHvAkgVP1OsPHuPU7K6vRqNTzeucFz7JafPikkndF0-YP8kjEbRYZhGRkqO4kUk99bTz051NLgpbYO7I-jxTlQ0Nduvkf3rjC38h5ZPNoSNISALmBAyOUOtvdC9pK0obzo5E4/s400/P1030357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883276416190594" border="0" /></a>He finally made it! I wish I was brave and acrobatic enough to have gone down there too :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's in the very center of the photo in a white shirt.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b9uQxQlCMcbO5yKxmDXWiqEMoMh7zaifDrt2OzyeIFRhCr6ZiKMrMbpj555M2GzOkyPmUvuV-6Ama5WuJpBAE8h1wsJVwTb3QSy-dF0S4lGxsDThh8lAMJ_g8ixxRq3uE_Fwxbu3vOM/s1600-h/P1030363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b9uQxQlCMcbO5yKxmDXWiqEMoMh7zaifDrt2OzyeIFRhCr6ZiKMrMbpj555M2GzOkyPmUvuV-6Ama5WuJpBAE8h1wsJVwTb3QSy-dF0S4lGxsDThh8lAMJ_g8ixxRq3uE_Fwxbu3vOM/s400/P1030363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883286197743074" border="0" /></a>Back Safe! :)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNur0qnkMwoa8b7LUBzbj9midSy2tN_uhgCNSINNMwOeXwSC1al08SPvTydH9bPbvgWG6s-UfC9B6tI9BD0_DbcxpWJZKDqZWjOXW61PGnYWAZJgb6_ywQt7bpQhPj_h2X9aZYKBown0/s1600-h/P1030345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNur0qnkMwoa8b7LUBzbj9midSy2tN_uhgCNSINNMwOeXwSC1al08SPvTydH9bPbvgWG6s-UfC9B6tI9BD0_DbcxpWJZKDqZWjOXW61PGnYWAZJgb6_ywQt7bpQhPj_h2X9aZYKBown0/s400/P1030345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881870346687170" border="0" /></a>Some of the scenery at the Wedge. It's beautiful.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObSUr40ycdhg-_6TsdS-_koKD-UQnZGeO0oS4AYPwGB-cQGxeCN3wvDRWVmCPJOzK9JCV44LVdVCR40_SE1LR8i5DM4A3x38ESWhrFf4B3hMFZ981eLpNa1g_3Y2htWI0Hz_vwKcr7zQ/s1600-h/P1030337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObSUr40ycdhg-_6TsdS-_koKD-UQnZGeO0oS4AYPwGB-cQGxeCN3wvDRWVmCPJOzK9JCV44LVdVCR40_SE1LR8i5DM4A3x38ESWhrFf4B3hMFZ981eLpNa1g_3Y2htWI0Hz_vwKcr7zQ/s400/P1030337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881874861514338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUkNx6kD39lpZDqhO_Sv1H00u3dMSOYVnTAsn3MYmAyd-8Dhsvi756xQgC3ML3jkJXENblhUTLHA58t9H-ielinY_eZGgbjGdg7_PpgrwMzoOqaWWKMnqPm8Pkxq43MGl5hAOjY3-u5k/s1600-h/P1030347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUkNx6kD39lpZDqhO_Sv1H00u3dMSOYVnTAsn3MYmAyd-8Dhsvi756xQgC3ML3jkJXENblhUTLHA58t9H-ielinY_eZGgbjGdg7_PpgrwMzoOqaWWKMnqPm8Pkxq43MGl5hAOjY3-u5k/s400/P1030347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881879991783314" border="0" /></a>Erynn and I enjoying the view and waiting for Jacob to climb back up.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYCbQ4fd2OkdNBViFuQrEK-1YjdcQS8lN2dsds3j-VbokwbOZ9q1ULRHCGnC4LrJEreVeaBekODmM4ic8RaxIfnClEDGLM9M-JtdJuv3cdrxbdDfrC3IpcVBpPwFUe62hpFuKfUl0Iy4/s1600-h/P1030316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYCbQ4fd2OkdNBViFuQrEK-1YjdcQS8lN2dsds3j-VbokwbOZ9q1ULRHCGnC4LrJEreVeaBekODmM4ic8RaxIfnClEDGLM9M-JtdJuv3cdrxbdDfrC3IpcVBpPwFUe62hpFuKfUl0Iy4/s400/P1030316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881891048624482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yDjvy5NgzhdlA0czMOp1DJrWNjyDRTBPXCXFJdWFulPHMdkrWkTR3RXkqdnVvP60dHCX5uF0-5eqKWtrJww_pgmVEFfPO-2cQkX8b_QFfAuLmjVD0WWgB6LjQkgJZmblBY7n9IT8EqE/s1600-h/P1030332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yDjvy5NgzhdlA0czMOp1DJrWNjyDRTBPXCXFJdWFulPHMdkrWkTR3RXkqdnVvP60dHCX5uF0-5eqKWtrJww_pgmVEFfPO-2cQkX8b_QFfAuLmjVD0WWgB6LjQkgJZmblBY7n9IT8EqE/s400/P1030332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881895250048578" border="0" /></a>Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-55580192987465089132008-06-17T13:18:00.002-06:002008-06-17T13:42:12.585-06:00Elise's lucky dayMy wrist has been bothering me for several months, and I've kept thinking that if I take it easy and don't use it much, it'll get better... and it will until I make the mistake of, say, moving the coffee table, or wrestling with Jacob. Then I'm back to square one. Well, last night at kung fu, I did something wrong and it started hurting worse than usual. My sifu took a look at it and said it was inflamed and needed to be rubbed out. He asked me before he started "This is going to hurt. Do you want something to squeeze or bite on to?" I said no. Lets just say that I'm pretty sure my fingernails are still embedded in the arm of the couch I was sitting on and my arm now looks like a ripe plum. Needless to say, despite feeling better in some ways, my arm is pretty useless today. <br />When I got to work this morning, I was walking to clock in, and this crazy bird came out of the blue and swooped at my head, chirping like it was trying to attack me. It tried to peck my head off 3 times on the way to clock in and twice on the way back to the office. I found out later (though I figured this was the case as soon as it started) that it has a nest in one of the trees in our retail center which is, consequently, right along a major pathway.<br />After my bird attacks, I was asked if I could stay till 6:30 and fill in for Robyn in the retail center (who is sick all week apparently). That will be a little over a 10 hour work day for me. The best part is that I think they want me to do it all week. That means I get to be out in 90 degree weather watering plants with a gimpy arm and being attacked by a killer bird all afternoon. AND I don't get to see Jacob (or eat) till 7 :( <br /><br />wish me luck!Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1347321328311209753.post-70181079830331376822008-06-15T09:05:00.005-06:002008-06-15T12:49:34.383-06:00Week two in our apartmentWell, this has been a crazy, but fantastic weekend; and as such, we decided it would be a great time to start our blog. <br /><br />It started out with Jacob's interviews. Friday morning he had an interview with Parentlink for a support technician position that's opening up in 3 weeks. He would be getting a $2 raise, and their building is located 3 blocks from our apartment, so we'd be saving a ton on gas (he's going to American Fork every day right now). The interview went well, and this sounded like a dream come true. However, later that day, Jacob was offered a sales position at the company he is currently with, RFP Depot. He'd get a raise and make commission on what he sells. As he figured it, this would be far worth the drive every day. So he decided to stay with the company that has treated him well for the past 5 months. <br />On a different note, we're pretty much all moved in now. On Saturday morning, our house looked like a house...except the living room, which was much too bare. So on our way over to Jacob's house to get our laundry done, we saw a yard sale with a leather couch set that looked pretty promising. After 2 times just driving by, we decided to stop. We eventually bought the couch set for 50 dollars. With thanks to Steve and Richard Williams, the couches got into our new place, dirty as they were. So off we were, determined to find some couch covers that would turn our average apartment into our dream home. Our first shot at it was Bed Bath and Beyond. We picked some out and headed back home. After we gave our two new couches a much needed washing, we tried our new covers. Suddenly, our living room had 2 very saggy, baggy creatures in it that slightly resembled our new couches....long story short, we returned those right away. Next stop, our neighborhood Wal-Mart. After about 10 minutes of trying to find the things, we actually found some that we thought just might work. Ta-da! With the pillows we got from BBB and our wonderful green couch covers we got from Wally World, our living room transformed our apartment into our beautiful home. Now...if we can just get a taker for our blue love seat that is crammed in the corner...Jacob and Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06455214890339038268noreply@blogger.com0