<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:44:31.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6216549081959827188</id><published>2010-02-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:38:53.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my last post on this blog. Please follow me on my new blog. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindseyanthonylyman.blogspot.com/"&gt;NEW BLOG!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me, Stalk Me, Comment Me. Send me some lovin over at the new place. Lets call it my Welcome Home Gift from you. Thanks! See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6216549081959827188?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6216549081959827188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6216549081959827188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6216549081959827188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6216549081959827188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-moved.html' title='I HAVE MOVED!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-948863984683452381</id><published>2010-01-26T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:42:47.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:MeganHand;font-size:36pt;"  &gt;Lobster Meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MeganHand;"&gt;Let me begin with saying that this is three days late.  I went to a couple of stores looking for lobster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MeganHand;"&gt;I didn't find any and the only place that I knew that did have lobster was at Market Street Grill, which would have been a fortune. After much debate I decided to just get crab. Lobster/crab...same thing right? I have never cooked either, so I decided that either way it would be something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MeganHand;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;I was extremely over stimulated at the crab counter. Too many different choices, too many shoppers, and one obnoxious old lady struggling over a rack of ribs almost did me in. After getting home and calming down I realized that Crab is so easy to cook! Who knew? After boiling it for just a couple of minutes I dished up the claws along with pesto pasta with artichoke heart and capers. I also toasted some herb bread with mozzarella cheese on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MeganHand;"&gt;After we smashed the claws and scraped out the crab we decided that we are not seafood people. We ate it all, but I instantly had regret. Anthony was asking way too many unappealing questions such as "Its weird, how do they move? They have no tendons and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MeganHand;"&gt;A Minute later he mentioned how it kept falling apart and how we were going to find the poor crabbies remnants for days all over the house. It all just got to me, the nastiness of it all. The pasta wasn't a good paring with it either. Basically I ate a lot of bread. Luckily we had coconut gelato for dessert. After cleaning up Anthony came up to me and gave me a hug and said "Thanks for trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MeganHand;"&gt;It pretty much summed up the night. I tried my best....and although I feel like I accomplished something, I still feel bummed. Heres the pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n7pM5BAI/AAAAAAAABk8/jWOxAVW4yZo/s1600-h/Crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n7pM5BAI/AAAAAAAABk8/jWOxAVW4yZo/s400/Crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431244318746149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n70jdkPI/AAAAAAAABlE/_5yEJhhlssg/s1600-h/Crab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n70jdkPI/AAAAAAAABlE/_5yEJhhlssg/s400/Crab1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431244321793609970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n8b0g5lI/AAAAAAAABlM/ayxIiXcQNbg/s1600-h/Crab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n8b0g5lI/AAAAAAAABlM/ayxIiXcQNbg/s400/Crab2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431244332334114386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-948863984683452381?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/948863984683452381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=948863984683452381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/948863984683452381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/948863984683452381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/goal-week-4.html' title='Goal Week 4'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1-n7pM5BAI/AAAAAAAABk8/jWOxAVW4yZo/s72-c/Crab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4858917314514217229</id><published>2010-01-25T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:05:35.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Would He Live Without Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister'&gt;This is the question of the day. I thought about this yesterday and after some pondering I have come to the conclusion that I have reason to doubt his ability to live on his own. I am referring to Anthony of course, and no I have no intentions of letting him live on his own anytime soon. This is the event that enfolded. It is short but it left me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister'&gt;Thursday night I was feeling as if I could not make another meal. It happens every so often in a young ladies life. The question of what to make for dinner is a constant concern but on that specific night I didn't even care if we went hungry. I passed the infamous &lt;a href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-thank-you.html'&gt;Pizza hut&lt;/a&gt; on my way home from work and instantly realized that that was going to be my golden ticket for the night. I don't have any stories from that place which was a shock to me. All I saw was someone being arrested in the parking lot while waiting for my Pizza. It brought a smile to my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister'&gt;Sunday afternoon I was bunkered up in my bedroom reading a book and basically just enjoying myself. I usually make a pretty fantastic meal on Sunday afternoon but the previous days dinner blues were still lingering so I put the thought of dinner behind me and continued to read. Anthony shouted up from the stairs and said that he was going to heat him up some leftover pizza for dinner, "Would you like to join me?" I put my bookmark in my book and strolled downstairs. Here is where the question of doubt floated in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister'&gt;When walking into the kitchen I noticed two things. #1 The Pizza Hut box was still in the fridge. #2 Anthony had a Ziploc baggie with Pizza in it. "Where is that pizza from?" He gave me a weird smile and muttered some lie. I snatched up the baggie and realized that the pizza was warm. It soon occurred to me that it was from his backpack and that it had been there since Friday morning. He apparently did not eat it for lunch that day. This is disgusting! I was instantly appalled. I threw it in the garbage and then had to discuss with him why it was not okay to eat warm pizza that had been sitting out for 2 days. He was butthurt and a little upset that I had yelled at him. But in that moment I felt validated....in fact, I still feel as if I made the right decision. If yelling at him helped him to see that this is not okay, and that stunts like that could possibly make him sick, then maybe I should yell more often. He is not living in a bachelor pad, he is a grown up with a grown up career and for some reason I expect more from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister'&gt;I realize this is highly dramatic, but it makes me think. What if I go on a girls retreat for a week? Will I come home with a husband on the couch with food poisoning? I hope I can continue to instill the proper knowledge so he can eventually get through those nights without me...heaven forbid I am away for more than a night or two. Best of luck Anthony, best of luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4858917314514217229?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4858917314514217229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4858917314514217229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4858917314514217229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4858917314514217229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-long-would-he-live-without-me.html' title='How Long Would He Live Without Me?'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5285953135854194214</id><published>2010-01-20T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:25:04.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;This post is going to be gross....this is fair warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;I have something to say. It's a personal matter that I'm sure all of us have gone through....when we were under the age of 10. This should not happen when we are an adult, over the age of 25. Earlier today I came in contact with a man. He had the biggest booger in his nose and I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;#1 What is that? Is it actually the substance in question or is it a tissue shoved up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;#2 How can you not feel that? Can you breathe? Do you need medical assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;#3 Where is your wife and why has she not said anything regarding this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#76923c; font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;Let's make a pact shall we? If you ever see me with a huge substance in my nose, go ahead and let me know. Give me a wink, flick your nose, grab me a tissue, whatever gets the point across. And just to make things fair, I will do the same for you! Cuz that's the kind of person I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Just Me Again Down Here; font-size:28pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5285953135854194214?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5285953135854194214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5285953135854194214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5285953135854194214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5285953135854194214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/personal-matter.html' title='Personal Matter'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2507023221676477277</id><published>2010-01-17T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:26:10.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Let me begin by telling you a confession. I am terrified of staying at home by myself. I watch too many murder mystery shows on a regular basis and I read a lot of books, some are scary. This usually is not a problem, not a problem at all because I have a man at home. Well, my man was not home this weekend. Friday I was so tired from the week that I somehow managed to get through the night. I slept on the couch, my thought process was if someone came in the house and I was downstairs on the couch I would see them right off the bat and therefore I wouldn't be as scared as if I was upstairs and I heard them coming in. I really didn't think past that because of course they would kill me either way. I know.....dramatic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Saturday morning I got my bags packed and picked Shanna up. We decided to stay at the Inn in Logan since I had a wedding reception that I had to be to that was only a few minutes away. The reception was a bit awkward since I haven't seen this friend for years. I am glad that I went though, it was nice to see her so happy.  I have one small story to tell that happened before we went to the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-size:10pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister;"&gt;I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Yes, it brings a ton of fun stories but at times the stories are not worth the awkwardness of it all. Here is the story. Me and Shanna just parked at the Inn and were getting our bags out of the car, I mentioned (basically shouting) to Shanna that "I HAVE THE WORST GAS EVER!"  We are close you see, we do not keep any secrets from each other so I felt completely comfortable with sharing this minor detail with her. As I mentioned this I noticed that she looked shocked (really you are shocked at this? I thought) then I see from the corner of my eye another couple approaching us. They had parked right next to us. I about died! It was embarrassing and we couldn't stop laughing. I just thought I would share that. It took a lot to confess how disgusting I am. But it was a good time. We stayed in a really fantastic room. Anth had the camera so I used my phone camera and the quality is awful.  My favorite part was the hammock! The least favorite part was the bathroom...the door was basically a stall door and its awkward peeing and knowing that it echoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Love Ya Like A Sister;"&gt;  All in all it was a good trip and I am glad that I am picking Anthony up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O3OKfwv9I/AAAAAAAABjM/rpwPG04Ru7s/s1600-h/R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O3OKfwv9I/AAAAAAAABjM/rpwPG04Ru7s/s400/R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427883429875204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O3N7EL66I/AAAAAAAABjE/1yxaWU-g5Qw/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O3N7EL66I/AAAAAAAABjE/1yxaWU-g5Qw/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427883425733012386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O33QyCwLI/AAAAAAAABjU/c3Cxye2gfww/s1600-h/ME1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O33QyCwLI/AAAAAAAABjU/c3Cxye2gfww/s400/ME1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427884135937130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O4lcX1HYI/AAAAAAAABjk/_0Ib853z6uk/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O4lcX1HYI/AAAAAAAABjk/_0Ib853z6uk/s400/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427884929322392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O4kxApUII/AAAAAAAABjc/_YwJlqaPHew/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O4kxApUII/AAAAAAAABjc/_YwJlqaPHew/s400/Us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427884917682425986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2507023221676477277?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2507023221676477277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2507023221676477277' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2507023221676477277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2507023221676477277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-weekend-let-me-begin-by-telling-you.html' title='My Weekend:'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1O3OKfwv9I/AAAAAAAABjM/rpwPG04Ru7s/s72-c/R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8468830093173698255</id><published>2010-01-17T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:46:38.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Week Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:king cooL KC; font-size:22pt'&gt;Spending as little as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:king cooL KC; font-size:22pt'&gt;Hi, This is not an easy feat. I would like to start off by saying that I tried as hard as I could. Okay, so maybe not. The breakfast burrito and Starbucks (everyone knows that I get the non-coffee drinks right?) that one day was needed. I took Anthony to the airport at 530am and I was exhausted during my work shift. I did have to buy Kaylee a wedding present yesterday. And I was in Logan without food so I had to go to Iron Gate for dinner.....and then we had to grab dessert later. Lets sum this up, I DID AWFUL! I am going to do better this week. You wait and see. My goal this week is going to be interesting. I look forward to next week. I feel as if this week was unattainable and cruel. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8468830093173698255?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8468830093173698255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8468830093173698255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8468830093173698255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8468830093173698255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/goal-week-three.html' title='Goal Week Three'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8886045566911132360</id><published>2010-01-15T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:32:38.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I choose to sulk</title><content type='html'>Anthony is in California until Sunday afternoon. He is in Napa Valley visiting wineries and learning about the process of making wine for school. He has to design a winery for his final project in his studio class. I am happy that he got there safe and is having a good time learning, for learning is what he loves to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, am sulking. Recently I have thought about the relationships that I have in my life. Mostly I am thinking of a particular person that I generally was quite pleased to have in my life....Yes Jill, this blog is about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill is a friend from work, she has bright blond hair and a happy smile that is plastered across her face 99% of the time. See picture for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FJ0n9156I/AAAAAAAABh0/4tbmbqF4mDg/s1600-h/P7230240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FJ0n9156I/AAAAAAAABh0/4tbmbqF4mDg/s400/P7230240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427200194388551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she is moving to California. I am really completely bummed about this. I knew for awhile that she would eventually pick up and leave. I didn't think it would be such a big deal. But it is, I am so sad to see her go. I am going to list the reasons why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 She has the most kindest heart. She is accepting of everyone and she gives everyone at least 3-10 chances to redeem themselves. I usually write someone off after the first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 She is so fun! She is hilarious and anything with Jill involved is going to be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Jill is care free. I have never met anyone that blows like the wind like Jill. It's ok, things are going to end up just fine. She thinks this and she knows this to be true.  I wish I could be like her....even just a little bit. To have the faith she does. The faith that everything is going to work out, there are no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of things that I will miss about her. She was the one that taught me how to do a messy ponytail. It sounds dumb, but I just couldn't figure it out. She was always so willing and able to help me and Shanna out at work. She really would do anything for us and the Inn. She is a garbage disposal. She eats anything! I loved seeing what she would bring for lunch some days. She had really great stories too, better than my stories! She could find you a discount for anything.....this is no lie! I have a noodles and company coupon in my work inbox at this very moment because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, I hope you didn't find this blog to be creepy. But I really will miss you and I wish you the best of luck with everything! I hope you can find a job where you are paid well and where you are happy. I can't wait to come and visit you in California! Love ya tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNtR6BcdI/AAAAAAAABiM/Hm6sbqpzoAs/s1600-h/PA310288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNtR6BcdI/AAAAAAAABiM/Hm6sbqpzoAs/s400/PA310288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427204466254377426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNs57bfGI/AAAAAAAABiE/eQDnwrOC3AE/s1600-h/Lagoon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNs57bfGI/AAAAAAAABiE/eQDnwrOC3AE/s400/Lagoon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427204459817827426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNsVR-NZI/AAAAAAAABh8/APa0moZ8iTU/s1600-h/Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FNsVR-NZI/AAAAAAAABh8/APa0moZ8iTU/s400/Beach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427204449980265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FPXXS0S0I/AAAAAAAABiU/BPiLipbIuD4/s1600-h/n535788407_422279_876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FPXXS0S0I/AAAAAAAABiU/BPiLipbIuD4/s400/n535788407_422279_876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427206288766683970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8886045566911132360?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8886045566911132360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8886045566911132360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8886045566911132360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8886045566911132360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-i-choose-to-sulk_15.html' title='Tonight, I choose to sulk'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S1FJ0n9156I/AAAAAAAABh0/4tbmbqF4mDg/s72-c/P7230240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6150057185642828089</id><published>2010-01-11T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:43:56.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a new header....hence the reason I have no header. Give it time dear friends, give it time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6150057185642828089?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6150057185642828089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6150057185642828089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6150057185642828089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6150057185642828089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-header.html' title='New Header'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6924250148487778782</id><published>2010-01-09T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:14:49.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My goal this week was pretty simple. It was “Get to work 30 minutes early”. The first day worked out nicely. Kristi (my sister) had a flat tire so therefore I took her to work. I ended up getting to work an hour and a half early. I have had a ton to do: Organizing interviews, training, bridal show prep, and all my reports that have stacked up since I have been preoccupied with all the other things. It was nice to be able to get some extra work done due to me being early. The rest of the week went pretty smoothly and I arrived either 30 or 45 minutes early every day. It was funny to see the morning clerk’s surprised face. I am not normally early. Not late ever, just never early. &lt;br /&gt;This is a boring post, I understand. My goal was to be early and I arrived to work early. The end. I have stretched it out as much as I can. I hope next week my goal is more blog worthy and more of a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6924250148487778782?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6924250148487778782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6924250148487778782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6924250148487778782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6924250148487778782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-goal-this-week-was-pretty-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5584713844186026412</id><published>2010-01-04T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:49:12.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In regards to today,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:King Education Center; font-size:20pt'&gt;I'm not going to talk about interviews……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;Besides this little tib bit of course. &lt;span style='color:#92d050'&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;I only bring this up because it is something I said as opposed to the regular cherries that normally spout out random stuff during interviews. Let me just set this up. I am defeated my friends. To the point of collapsing and crying and sucking on my thumb and then falling asleep in utter exhaustion. Did that paint a pretty picture? I did about 18 interviews last week. We hired two perfect employees. They are everything that I hoped for. Thank you new employees, thank you. But two are not enough for me…no, no, we need a total of 4 perfect employees you see. So I went on the search again. I got a whole gaggle (a what?) of people! I did about 8 today….none of which worked out &lt;span style='color:#92d050'&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;. One of the last ones, where I was feeling low, I said something wrong, all wrong. I still am digging deep for the reason why I said this. If I could take it back I would…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks for taking the time to come on such search notice for an interview today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;"Oh it was no problem at all, thanks for meeting with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have a couple more interviews tonight and tomorrow, but I will let everyone know regardless tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#d9d9d9; font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stretch out my hand and give her a firm shake and then this is what came out of my mouth…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was nice knowing ya….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looked at me with a sadness in her eyes and said "It was nice meeting you too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please wish me luck for the 10-12 interviews that I do tomorrow, I need all the help I can get!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#92d050; font-family:Yummah Strawberriez; font-size:18pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5584713844186026412?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5584713844186026412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5584713844186026412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5584713844186026412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5584713844186026412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-regards-to-today.html' title='In regards to today,'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2441078575777171060</id><published>2010-01-02T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:46:10.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: king cooL KC; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;Week one- Learn how to make Risotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5IfyWeI/AAAAAAAABgw/llND0cIcnms/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422373415794399714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5IfyWeI/AAAAAAAABgw/llND0cIcnms/s400/1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Webster defines Risotto as rice that is sauteed briefly in butter with onions and possibly other aromatics, and then combined with stock, which is added in several additions and stirred constantly, producing a creamy texture with grains that are still al dente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;I have always wondered how hard this was. I've seen Hells Kitchen and how Chief Ramsay feels about Risotto. It seems like such a delicate dish. When I pulled this out of my vase filled with all the goals I needed to finish this year I was very intimidated. I am pleased to announce that I did finish it and yes it was edible. Here is my story regarding risotto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here;"&gt;It all started with a trip to the liquor store. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;The recipe called for dry white wine. There was a recipe with just chicken broth but I felt like if I was going to do this, and do it right, I was to use wine. The liquor store is an intimidating place. I have been in there a time or two with a friend, but never by myself and definitely not to purchase anything for myself. Upon arrival I knew in my heart that if I was going to fill 100% satisfied with this goal I was going to have to do everything on my own. I walked in filled with all the confidence in the world until all the customers and cashiers looked at me as if I was 12 years old. So what if I listened to the Glee Soundtrack cd on the way over...thats beside the point. I staggered around and finally asked the lady at the cashier. I finally purchased a $21.99 bottle of red wine for the rockin sale price of $4.99. Did you catch the flaw in that? Yes, dear Linds purchased red instead of white. I was so concerned and over stimulated I completely spaced it......red/white......who cares? Here's a picture of the drive home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj6M5mp3I/AAAAAAAABhI/fbvhUwGEQ5I/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422373434156296050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj6M5mp3I/AAAAAAAABhI/fbvhUwGEQ5I/s400/4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;After safely getting her to the grocery store to pick up a few items and getting her home I started getting all the ingredients together. Risotto has very basic ingredients which include: Rice, onions, garlic, olive oil, parmesan cheese, chicken broth, and fresh herbs (parsley, chives and basil). The first step was opening the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5WO1ORI/AAAAAAAABg4/3KX_ldz25DQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422373419481381138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5WO1ORI/AAAAAAAABg4/3KX_ldz25DQ/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;...ooopsy no cork screw. Luckily Anthony was around and could tell that I was a damsel in distress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5j9FZ3I/AAAAAAAABhA/Ooou8HiD1JI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422373423165040498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5j9FZ3I/AAAAAAAABhA/Ooou8HiD1JI/s400/3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Once I got that taken care of I worked for the next 45 minutes on stirring the rice and making sure it didn't burn. I only had to use 1/2 cup of the wine so I thought it would be nice to bring it into the girlies at work. Then the whole rule regarding open containers in a vehicle popped in my head and I decided against it. The last thing I need is for another incident like &lt;a href="http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;the last one&lt;/a&gt;. No thanks, although it is the best story ever. I can just see it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Officer: Are you aware that you cannot have an open container in your vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Me: Oh, well I was cooking risotto, and um, I didn't drink any, its for my "friends"....I'm a cook. I DON"T DRINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Officer: Please take off your seatbelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Anyways, I accomplished my first goal. I had about 20 interviews, training, 6 out of 7 days of working, a 6am-2pm shift on new years day which was a difficult tasks after little sleep. If I can accomplish something as tricky as this recipe after the week I just had, I can accomplish all the other goals. I look forward to the journey ahead and the posts that will follow. Please leave lots of comments. I love to hear what everyone thinks. If you want the recipe, let me know. Heres the final shot before I gobbled it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj6erTNmI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Uo8K2BBMej4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422373438928139874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj6erTNmI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Uo8K2BBMej4/s400/5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here;"&gt;Oh and fyi....the red wine worked fine&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Just Me Again Down Here; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;1 week down, 51 more weeks to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Pea Weenie;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2441078575777171060?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2441078575777171060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2441078575777171060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2441078575777171060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2441078575777171060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-one-learn-how-to-make-risotto.html' title=''/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S0Aj5IfyWeI/AAAAAAAABgw/llND0cIcnms/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-210873311231933473</id><published>2009-12-29T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:32:58.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new this way comes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had an idea in my head. It probably came to me while drifting off to sleep one night, or while cleaning my toes in the shower. Usually proclaiming those ideas are usually a bad idea. Most of those ideas sound ridiculous hours later, but this one has stuck around. Therefore it must be good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Years Resolutions……ridiculous right? Every year I think of one, every year I desert it after a week or two. But what if I made a new resolution every week? Anyone can stick to something for a week….and here lies the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); text-decoration: underline;font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:18pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try something new once a week for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a list ahead of time, do not alter list…..ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draw a weekly task on Sunday, finish task by Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog about task once it is finished….give proof such as a photo or great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 255);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failing is not an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some are going to take longer than a week. They just need to be finished by designated due date. Extra tasks can be done in conjunction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will start the first week of January…..only 2 days away. Please comment on your thoughts regarding this. I need a couple more weekly tasks…if you have any ideas please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Yummah Strawberriez;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-210873311231933473?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/210873311231933473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=210873311231933473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/210873311231933473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/210873311231933473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-had-idea-in-my-head.html' title='Something new this way comes....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8912477721878578817</id><published>2009-12-26T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:38:15.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:king cooL KC; font-size:14pt'&gt;It is interview season again. On Monday I have about 11 interviews (so far). I am not going to speak of these like I usually do because well it just isn't all that professional. And as all of you are aware, I am as professional as it gets just about 72% of the time.  I just have one thing to say though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:king cooL KC; font-size:14pt'&gt;If you want an interview from me and you send in your resume please be aware that you will not get an interview time slot if you spell opportunity as spelled below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Budmo Jiggler; font-size:18pt; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;APPERTUNITIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:king cooL KC; font-size:14pt'&gt;No good, no good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8912477721878578817?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8912477721878578817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8912477721878578817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8912477721878578817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8912477721878578817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-interview-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2071451966383037337</id><published>2009-12-23T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:50:47.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas....early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is my Schedule for the next 2 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;December 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7am-9 Me and Anthony opening our gifts from Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10-3 Breakfast at his moms house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4-10pm At his Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10-11pm Driving to Tremonton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;December 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In Treetown til about 8 then driving back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When I write it down it doesn't seem like such a big deal. But its hectic and every year on December 26th we are completely hungover with exhaustion. Hungover with exhaustion? I have no idea where that came from, but i'm not going to erase it....yes, that was me being spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am grateful for the family that we have. I know they all care about us dearly. I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. With all the hustle and bustle I have to constantly remind myself the reason for the season. May you all have a safe holiday season. Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;“For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. (Luke 2:11)”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SzK5zoVGHzI/AAAAAAAABf0/AzmzLA2SCko/s1600-h/l6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SzK5zoVGHzI/AAAAAAAABf0/AzmzLA2SCko/s400/l6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418597598330494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2071451966383037337?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2071451966383037337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2071451966383037337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2071451966383037337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2071451966383037337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmasearly.html' title='Merry Christmas....early'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SzK5zoVGHzI/AAAAAAAABf0/AzmzLA2SCko/s72-c/l6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2133689764148529896</id><published>2009-12-08T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:17:27.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party part 2</title><content type='html'>I just got home from our work Christmas Party. It was a blast. We didn't have a budget this year so we had a pot luck and a white elephant gift exchange. I wouldn't have had it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating lots and lots of yummy food we headed up to a room. We all sat in a circle with a present. Shanna read one of those corny left/right games. At the end we all took turns opening up our gift that we ended up with. Here are some pictures of some of the employees and their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hUuf96jI/AAAAAAAABe8/dYsuRT6Jn_Q/s1600-h/PC080695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hUuf96jI/AAAAAAAABe8/dYsuRT6Jn_Q/s400/PC080695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413081917085837874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shanna and her cute wallet. It was the best decent elephant gift of the night....lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hUH8QYuI/AAAAAAAABe0/mzMH04RKd-4/s1600-h/PC080700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hUH8QYuI/AAAAAAAABe0/mzMH04RKd-4/s400/PC080700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413081906735506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mariel-Sporting her awesome gifts. She is a riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hTMP1GaI/AAAAAAAABek/yNZE79X6K0w/s1600-h/PC080685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hTMP1GaI/AAAAAAAABek/yNZE79X6K0w/s400/PC080685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413081890711476642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone loves to get a vibrating farting man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jL00rWfI/AAAAAAAABfs/9Obzeg1GUbk/s1600-h/PC080688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jL00rWfI/AAAAAAAABfs/9Obzeg1GUbk/s400/PC080688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413083963187747314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm, she looks too happy to have received a creepy ski mask and used pez dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jJuIZDMI/AAAAAAAABfM/w-RrItsCKRg/s1600-h/PC080699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jJuIZDMI/AAAAAAAABfM/w-RrItsCKRg/s400/PC080699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413083927031647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out this gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jKp7ufqI/AAAAAAAABfc/tGPmr3tkU9k/s1600-h/PC080701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8jKp7ufqI/AAAAAAAABfc/tGPmr3tkU9k/s400/PC080701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413083943084654242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love us! Thanks to everyone that came. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday is the end of the semester! YAY one more to go. Saturday is Anthony's 26th birthday. Sunday my parents are coming over to my house to celebrate Anthony's birthday. Plus me and Anthony are going to attempt to make a turkey that day. Monday is book club. I am the host. Tuesday is Anthony's birthday party at his Dads......wow! Crazy days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2133689764148529896?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2133689764148529896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2133689764148529896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2133689764148529896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2133689764148529896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-part-2.html' title='Party part 2'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8hUuf96jI/AAAAAAAABe8/dYsuRT6Jn_Q/s72-c/PC080695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8226449195915829579</id><published>2009-12-08T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:52:11.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party part 1</title><content type='html'>I have been a busy busy girl. December is always a busy month for me (like every other person right?). Between the open house and work parties, Anthony's birthday prep, Finals week, family events its just exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I got the privilege to go to my step mom in laws family party. If I lost anyone I will give you a better description-Anthony's Step mom's side. Did that help? How about Debbies Family? Ok, let me tell you about that family. I love them. I love Debbie. She is so sweet. I love her emails that she sends to me, I know that she thinks about me and Anthony (tony to her) often and I am so grateful to have her in my life. With that being said let me explain the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, everyone go ahead and start clapping and cheering for me. I went all alone! Anthony had school and I felt that I was grown up enough to go at it alone. Debbie and Anthony's dad was with me of course. But don't you get how big of a deal that is? I am still in shock! Debbie's family have always welcomed me in the past, I thought....they definiately won't shun me this time hahaha. You remember the &lt;a href="http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html"&gt;bathroom situation&lt;/a&gt; right? Well I feel like I can do anything with that family now. We are tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we ate lots of good food, then we had a ornament exchange. They do this every year. Its so fun! I love the ornament that I come home with every time. This year I ended up with a happy go lucky Santa. I wuv him. I put him at the top of the tree right next to the star...Yes he is that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8bKVpmHVI/AAAAAAAABdw/uVNMaOJQRRI/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8bKVpmHVI/AAAAAAAABdw/uVNMaOJQRRI/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413075141546876242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After ornament exchange SANTA arrived! The kids were overjoyed and it was super cute. I moved a little closer to Santa (who may or may not have been a relative...shhh don't tell the lil kids). I wanted a closer look because the kids faces were priceless. One by one the kids went up and told Santa what they wanted and then received some gummy bears. We were getting ready to wrap things up when I heard someone say "Lindsey hasn't seen Santa!".....I about died!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Its fine really! Santa doesn't need to see me!" I then heard a dare thrown out...."DO IT FOR YOUR BLOG!". BAHAHAHAHA how could I resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to sit on Santa's lap. I remember telling Santa that I hope I don't break his leg. Then he was asking me questions (too many questions) I look ahead and there are cameras everywhere. My face is heating up. "I'm always a good girl! No, I don't want anything!!!". I then got up and sat in the furthest seat and tried to catch my breath. It was intense. And so hilarious to me as soon as the party ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8c8mQdLYI/AAAAAAAABeE/My1b3dOaJ50/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8c8mQdLYI/AAAAAAAABeE/My1b3dOaJ50/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413077104509922690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice how red my face is.  hahahhaha i was such a mess! I bet I was one of those kids at the mall that crys for their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8c8ab1igI/AAAAAAAABd8/gLBAt6-rydU/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8c8ab1igI/AAAAAAAABd8/gLBAt6-rydU/s400/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413077101336431106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will attend again folks! Don't you worry, once again you have not frightened or rattled me to the core yet! Thanks for the food, the company, and thanks to Santa for the free gummy bears. Sorry I wasn't too friendly on your lap, I was too close to a mental meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S After the party Anthony met up with Me, Leonard and Debbie and we all went to Temple square together. It was nice, we haven't been for a couple of years. Here's a pic or two, they aren't great. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d5dAG_iI/AAAAAAAABec/-VrBdPvk6n8/s1600-h/PC050674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d5dAG_iI/AAAAAAAABec/-VrBdPvk6n8/s400/PC050674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413078149997461026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d5HngWpI/AAAAAAAABeU/Q0BwaKqwtoc/s1600-h/PC050673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d5HngWpI/AAAAAAAABeU/Q0BwaKqwtoc/s400/PC050673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413078144257120914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d4W46xUI/AAAAAAAABeM/bqjXPAMR6oQ/s1600-h/PC050667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8d4W46xUI/AAAAAAAABeM/bqjXPAMR6oQ/s400/PC050667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413078131176817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8226449195915829579?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8226449195915829579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8226449195915829579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8226449195915829579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8226449195915829579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-part-1.html' title='Party part 1'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sx8bKVpmHVI/AAAAAAAABdw/uVNMaOJQRRI/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2344069138048934381</id><published>2009-11-29T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:49:07.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooops, My Bad!</title><content type='html'>I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. Most don't need to be pointed out, you move on, you forget about them, you get stronger and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; smarter from them. I bring this up because unfortunately I made, yet again, another mistake. This one is worth sharing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and the husband went to Costco. As soon as we arrived back home we left all the stuff on the counters and left for his Dads house to devour some of their Turkey Day leftovers. We also watched a movie and then came promptly home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and looked around and realized how big of a mess the kitchen was. I promptly put all the groceries away. There was a huge box of cheerios on the counter. I HATE anything on the counters. Our kitchen is so frustrating. We have no pantry....at all. Therefore we cram as much in the cupboards as we can. There is a furnace closet in the kitchen that Anthony managed to get a small skinny shelf in to help with the grocery madness. With that being said, on the top shelf is where this story begins. I decided that since the box of cheerios were so big that I would take the 2 single bags out. You know, space management. I specifically.....SPECIFICALLY remember telling myself that I better not turn the lightbulb on in the closet because the cheerio bag was close nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours past....................I finished the kitchen, the dishes and even managed to bake some bread. I felt satisfied with the work I had accomplished and turned off the kitchen light. I was on my way to join Anthony on the couch to see if Star Wars (eeeek!) was ever going to end. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a light.....oh my dear! I run over to the closet, open the door and all I smell is smoke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I found.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNk9_L-FI/AAAAAAAABcs/k4Rsfw_Hu_4/s1600/PB290665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNk9_L-FI/AAAAAAAABcs/k4Rsfw_Hu_4/s400/PB290665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409612137423960146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNlQIUxZI/AAAAAAAABc0/-DUSAJIsvXU/s1600/PB290663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNlQIUxZI/AAAAAAAABc0/-DUSAJIsvXU/s400/PB290663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409612142294123922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNlzM-mFI/AAAAAAAABc8/sUnSgDHeU3c/s1600/PB290664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNlzM-mFI/AAAAAAAABc8/sUnSgDHeU3c/s400/PB290664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409612151708883026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOOOPPPPSY! MY BAD!! Here is what I learned today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I learned that I am no good at putting things away.  I don't even eat cereal! He is going to put his crap away from now on. I know that means that it will sit on the counter all week, but I am bitter and am done. I am not a slave! Put your own crap AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;#2 I learned that I need a new house. A house that was built after the 70's and therefore has a pantry in it. This was bound to happen eventually! Luckily I caught it (I'm quite the hero) before it burnt the house down (me being dramatic).&lt;br /&gt;#3 I learned that lightbulb + burnt plastic + burnt Cheerios =horrid smell. So much for the banana bread scent, its now gone and overpowered by a horrid stench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson learned. Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2344069138048934381?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2344069138048934381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2344069138048934381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2344069138048934381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2344069138048934381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/ooooops-my-bad.html' title='Ooooops, My Bad!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxLNk9_L-FI/AAAAAAAABcs/k4Rsfw_Hu_4/s72-c/PB290665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4403140507124768151</id><published>2009-11-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:25:43.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This year me and Anthony were with my parents in Tremonton for Thanksgiving. We headed down on Wednesday night after I finished up at work. By time we got to Tremonton we were all pretty exhausted. I was upstairs talking with my parents about nothing in particular and decided to head downstairs and see what Anthony was doing. He was slumped over in the lazy boy sound asleep. Thanksgiving morning came and we helped get everything prepared. Each "kid" was assigned a specific item to bring to dinner. Josh &amp;amp; Varinia brought vegetables, Kristi brought a really yummy pretzel, cream cheese cranberry dish (it was so good!) and I made a salad. It had pomegranates, mozzarella, red onion, walnuts, apples and spinach in it. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad made a whole smorgasbord of food. They both are really great cooks. After dinner we watched a couple of movies and then went up to the nursing home to visit my grandpa. It was nice to be with family. I love them all and am glad that the weather was good so that we all got there safely. We didn't take any good pictures. But here some horrid ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWrC-fATI/AAAAAAAABb8/d_ZTD1QYKdM/s1600/PB260632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWrC-fATI/AAAAAAAABb8/d_ZTD1QYKdM/s400/PB260632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408988818749456690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony-looking pretty hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWsjudH9I/AAAAAAAABcU/oEKFdQFPCeE/s1600/PB260645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWsjudH9I/AAAAAAAABcU/oEKFdQFPCeE/s400/PB260645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408988844720463826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCX79n8_YI/AAAAAAAABcc/AsFjPdeikwY/s1600/PB260636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCX79n8_YI/AAAAAAAABcc/AsFjPdeikwY/s400/PB260636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408990208882179458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many people does it take to carve a turkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWsHKFqCI/AAAAAAAABcM/ubMpdr6FDII/s1600/PB260639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWsHKFqCI/AAAAAAAABcM/ubMpdr6FDII/s400/PB260639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408988837051738146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY finally time to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the first time in many many years I decided to stay home from Black Friday Shopping. It was a decision that I did not make quickly or easily. I told myself that I would be done with my Christmas shopping by December 1st. I doubt I will be completely done, but I am close. Therefore I decided that I didn't need to go because I would just end up getting things that I didn't need. I did get my Christmas cards ordered today though and I can't wait to get those out of the way. I am hoping that I can get all the stressful stuff out of the way so that I can really truly enjoy the holiday season this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, me and Anthony decided to get out of the house today and we went out to dinner. After dinner we discussed that Goooder (turtle) was low on food. So being the great parents we are, we went to petsmart to pick up some food. In the past we have bought him some fish for company. We decided that since he has been so good lately we would get him some more. We got 7 lil guppy fish (only $0.13 each). I carefully carried them in the car and made sure they were safe. As soon as I got home I poured them into his tank. "Look how cute and happy they are", I said to myself. All of a sudden Goooder started freaking out! He started eating them! He chased them around and around. I was screaming and tapping on the tank. It is an hour since I put those innocent fish in the tank, they are now all in his tummy....I have guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I can't believe it's over. This year is going by way too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4403140507124768151?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4403140507124768151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4403140507124768151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4403140507124768151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4403140507124768151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SxCWrC-fATI/AAAAAAAABb8/d_ZTD1QYKdM/s72-c/PB260632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3289180969444793989</id><published>2009-11-23T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:09:03.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you-Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;This is a shout out to the Pizza Hut that entertained me profusely as I was waiting for my cheap dinner. As I walked in I instantly knew that I was going to end up with a great blog. I ordered my pizza without an incident. I sat down on the uncomfortable benches and looked across the way at the lovely couple. The chick was a mess. Let me try my best to explain her. ***I am in no way judging her, we all have these days where we don't want to look our best, but I just want you (the reader) to feel as if you are there...that's all. *** She was wearing purple crocs, yellow pajama pants with colored rainbows, and an oversized hoodie. Her hair was curly. It looked like my curly hair from back in my highschool years. You know the look. The "look" appears as if you used a brush to frizz it up and then shoved it in a beanie so the top is flat and the bottom flares out. Her man was wearing skinny jeans and a pacman shirt.  I was decked out in my work attire and felt very overly dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;I tuned into their conversation and this is what I was privileged to hear. The conversation is choppy. I had to text my friend Shanna during some of it because I couldn't believe it. Therefore I only got bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: My parents live really south of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Mr Pacman: Oh really? Where do they live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: They live up in Logan. It's really South of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;***Does anyone spot the flaw in this?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Mr. Pacman: Isn't that north?........yeah I think that is north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: You are so dumb, no silly it is south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: Can I tell you something? Its personal but I normally tell this to people on 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; dates. So here goes. I have a tattoo on my Ace*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Mr. Pacman: Wow, You do? Wow! That's really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: yep, it's a nose. I have a nose tattoo on my ace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Mr. Pacman: holy cow that is really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: Don't ask why (she then winks)...***EEEEW I didn't want to know either***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Rainbow Bright: O shoot! I just realized that we got a large pizza and I usually eat 4 to 5 pieces of pizza and that usually doesn't fill me up so we better get an order of breadsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Mr. Pacman: I would do anything for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;After this cherry of a conversation they began to talk about their future house (apparently this young man wasn't turned off by the grotesque tattoo conversation). She has 60, 000 in debt so they probably won't get a nice house for awhile. But their children (wow this relationship is moving fast) will make lots of money and will eventually donate a house to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;After they finally got their pizza they left. And I was then there all alone with my thoughts of the future mutants they were going to create one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Suddenly I hear an employee in the back say "I once had to deliver to the biggest witch! If I wasn't so nice and medicated I would have shot her in the face." The manager started yelling at him and said "If you say something like that with a customer at the front again you are gone." I started to laugh because it all was just hilarious to me by now. He came up to the front and looked at me and said "you didn't hear anything did you? "Oh no! I heard nothing at all, I said. "See boss, she didn't even hear." The manager looked at me and apologized and I said something to the affect of "there is one in every job." He stopped in his tracks and shouted, "if my boss wasn't here I would flip you off, right here and now! But because she is standing here, I am going to forgive you and call you my brotha!" I thanked him, grabbed my hot pizza and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Just Me Again Down Here;font-size:20pt;"  &gt;Who knew that a short trip to a local pizza shop would bring such joy? The west side is a treat. In my day to day conversations I mention my town in a negative tone many times. I sometimes feel bad. I don't tonight. I have been proven right time and time again about how ghetto my town is. I never ever had so many great stories in Midvale. That may be because we lived in an old geezer condo community. None the less, this place is a new adventure every day. Sorry this was so long, I just felt like it was too good to not pass along. I hope everyone else had as good a night as I. Thanks Again Pizza Hut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-3289180969444793989?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/3289180969444793989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=3289180969444793989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3289180969444793989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3289180969444793989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you-Thank you'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8197296494838942965</id><published>2009-11-20T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:36:49.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Up Pancakes (because I earned it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;I decided I would make me a special breakfast. I worked at the Gateway last night. For work I had a table during the new moon premier. It was insane and I didn't get in bed until 1:00. So many screaming women…too too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;For Breakfast I made pop up pancakes. Its not healthy….at all. I am going to enjoy myself until the Monday after Thanksgiving and then I am going to start being healthy (again). This would have been soooo yummy with fresh strawberries and bananas. Of course I didn't have any though. Therefore I had to get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;I used chocolate. I mixed peanut butter, vanilla, almond extract, chocolate chips, and a tsp of butter to help it mix better. Its highly caloric, and highly indulgent. Shame shame! Go ahead, try it, love it, lick it off your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;Please take note: I did not eat all of these. I ate 3, Then i had a glass of orange juice. I really don't want to be judged too heavily for this. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;Pop up Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;1/4 cup melted butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;2 tbl sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;dash salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Mix until smooth and pour in muffin pan (fill halfway) Preheat oven at 400*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:I suck at golf;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Syrup, powdered sugar, fresh fruit, you name it….cover these bad boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbfU8tvQAI/AAAAAAAABbk/F9llFEjlSJc/s1600/Popup+pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbfU8tvQAI/AAAAAAAABbk/F9llFEjlSJc/s400/Popup+pancakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406253953693204482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8197296494838942965?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8197296494838942965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8197296494838942965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8197296494838942965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8197296494838942965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-decided-i-would-make-me-special.html' title='Pop Up Pancakes (because I earned it)'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbfU8tvQAI/AAAAAAAABbk/F9llFEjlSJc/s72-c/Popup+pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-262107688027423813</id><published>2009-11-17T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:09:26.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not worthy of a post “title”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming'&gt;So I feel as if I am pretty optimistic in life. I usually censor my posts so that people think that I am keeping things together in an orderly fashion. This is not one of those posts. I am beaten down today. Have you ever had one of those days at work where one thing after another tumbles down and you just want to lay on the ground and literally kick and scream and pout like a 2 year old? I hate, HATE when people say "well at least you have a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:I suck at golf'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming'&gt;. No! That is a cop out, I have a job because I am a really, really, REALLY hard worker (at times haha) and you cannot say that to me when I am having a bad day. Let me have my moment, let me be upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of this is going to make sense, that's not the point of this. The point is for me to rant and rave and then go to bed in a peaceful manner knowing that I have said what I have wanted too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today really wasn't any different than any other day I guess. It just seems like I am losing control of everything. I am not going to explain anything because #1 you won't care #2 it's nobody's business and #3 this post would go on way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With this being said I came home and made a fantastic meal. I can always tell when the day has gone by incredibly bad because I hunker into the kitchen. I made chicken meat balls and homemade sauce with some noodles. That's a fancy way of saying...I made spaghetti for dinner. I then called anth. He won't be home for a couple of hours. So I got upset. I then put the fancy spaghetti aside and these are the events that enfolded. Oh and before I continue, let me just add that I didn't do the dishes. I have no remorse/regret regarding this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I opened the fridge and popped me open a dr. pepper. These are reserved for Anthony and Anthony alone, mostly because a Dr. Pepper usually isn't a diet item. I then grabbed a cup and on my way to grab ice I grabbed a brownie. O no she didn't!!! Yes I DID! And it was just as good as the brownie I had for breakfast this morning!!! I AM OUT OF CONTROL! Just like I said. I carried these two items to the couch and turned on (here comes the third offense) 18 kids and counting. Sigh...as if I needed one more thing to be pissy about. I hate this family, but I love to hate them. I hate that there are couples out there that can't have children. But here these shmucks are poppin one out every 10 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming'&gt;My sugar is way too high. I can feel the palpitations as I type. I just want tomorrow to go swell. I want to walk into work and feel like I am appreciated. Is that too much to ask? I want a raise! A big one! I want a bouquet of flowers with a card that says "Lindsey is an asset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:I suck at golf'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming'&gt;. I want a cake that says "#1 employee. Do you think I'm going too far? You get the point though right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh......Ok. I am feeling better. I am now going to take a couple of minutes to practice some breathing techniques. Then I will chew up some nasty chalky tums and call it a night. Thanks for letting me rant. I will be back to my chipper mood tomorrow. If not, look forward to another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:ah the monster is comming; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-262107688027423813?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/262107688027423813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=262107688027423813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/262107688027423813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/262107688027423813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-feel-as-if-i-am-pretty-optimistic.html' title='Not worthy of a post “title”'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5380006747735071876</id><published>2009-11-14T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:55:24.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbhflBQWWI/AAAAAAAABbs/W21AVYhG66k/s1600/Soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbhflBQWWI/AAAAAAAABbs/W21AVYhG66k/s400/Soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406256335334431074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 0);font-family:ah the monster is comming;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;It is windy.&lt;br /&gt;It is cold.&lt;br /&gt;I see more snow than I can behold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ah the monster is comming;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt;I stay indoors&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out.&lt;br /&gt;I need something to do, no doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 0);"&gt;I made this soup.&lt;br /&gt;I love the spice.&lt;br /&gt;I love it more than your fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 10);"&gt;I stole this soup.&lt;br /&gt;From someone so dear.&lt;br /&gt;I stole it while she turned her rear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 192, 0);"&gt;This story's true.&lt;br /&gt;I tell no lie.&lt;br /&gt;This soup is great, even with rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(227, 108, 10);font-family:ah the monster is comming;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;Love, Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5380006747735071876?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5380006747735071876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5380006747735071876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5380006747735071876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5380006747735071876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/stolen-soup_14.html' title='Stolen Soup'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SwbhflBQWWI/AAAAAAAABbs/W21AVYhG66k/s72-c/Soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-9066920471243910003</id><published>2009-11-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:20:48.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Me and Anth went on a tiny date Saturday night. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.discoveramerica.com/ca/utah/living-planet-aquarium.html"&gt;aquarium&lt;/a&gt; in Sandy. I remember when we went to the aquarium when it was just tiny, back when it was at the Gateway. I believe we were just dating at the time, oh how time passes. Here's some pictures. They didn't turn out the best...bad lighting ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoePt6_3SI/AAAAAAAABZk/Lf4xqtaNJiY/s1600-h/resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoePt6_3SI/AAAAAAAABZk/Lf4xqtaNJiY/s400/resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402663958358252834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Color on this one turned out really weird. This is Anth and the cute lil froggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQCPnYDI/AAAAAAAABZs/dytZt2geiKk/s1600-h/Resize2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQCPnYDI/AAAAAAAABZs/dytZt2geiKk/s400/Resize2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402663963813437490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite guy. I took lots and lots of pics of him. This is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQbzyvaI/AAAAAAAABZ0/H8aPrgTd8W0/s1600-h/Resize3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQbzyvaI/AAAAAAAABZ0/H8aPrgTd8W0/s400/Resize3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402663970676063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this tank. I wish I had one at home this fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoegWFJAtI/AAAAAAAABaM/fcid8TnSY1I/s1600-h/Resize6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoegWFJAtI/AAAAAAAABaM/fcid8TnSY1I/s400/Resize6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402664244016120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeRISqywI/AAAAAAAABaE/04kw_UshZD4/s1600-h/Resize5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeRISqywI/AAAAAAAABaE/04kw_UshZD4/s400/Resize5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402663982616726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQ-TsHRI/AAAAAAAABZ8/tGtzsAgnrNM/s1600-h/Resize4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoeQ-TsHRI/AAAAAAAABZ8/tGtzsAgnrNM/s400/Resize4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402663979936652562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anth has been so busy with school it was nice to get away with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-9066920471243910003?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/9066920471243910003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=9066920471243910003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/9066920471243910003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/9066920471243910003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/aquarium.html' title='Aquarium'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvoePt6_3SI/AAAAAAAABZk/Lf4xqtaNJiY/s72-c/resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1933409740269082862</id><published>2009-11-08T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:13:55.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New.....Recipe &amp; Card</title><content type='html'>I have not made a card in months. I get in these cycles where I can only focus on one thing whole heartedly. It started with scrapbooking which moved to cardmaking, then knitting, then sewing, then cooking. Its all so exhausting to think of all the time, money and effort I have put into each hobby.  I have so much scrapbooking supplies sitting upstairs unused. I decided I would wade through all of it and make a card for Anthony's mom for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Svekil-afAI/AAAAAAAABZU/YWceJkUfZjQ/s1600-h/card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Svekil-afAI/AAAAAAAABZU/YWceJkUfZjQ/s400/card1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967192270601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me about 10 minutes. On the inside it says "We hope your birthday was a Hoot". Get it.....there;s an owl on the card...ahem....After I finished it I realized how much I have missed making cards for people. I am hoping that I can get back into the groove of things and start back up. Here's to ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also here's some cookies I made. I got the recipe from this &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/pumpkin-chocolate-chip-cookies-iii/Detail.aspx"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. They are divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvekiTUr7uI/AAAAAAAABZM/VvfyDSohL3A/s1600-h/cookies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvekiTUr7uI/AAAAAAAABZM/VvfyDSohL3A/s400/cookies1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967187263745762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's a picture of me eating one. They are so good! Promise. I look tired, but inside I'm screaming with joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sveki0bfSKI/AAAAAAAABZc/X0z57_M75ww/s1600-h/Pumpkin+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sveki0bfSKI/AAAAAAAABZc/X0z57_M75ww/s400/Pumpkin+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967196150646946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1933409740269082862?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1933409740269082862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1933409740269082862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1933409740269082862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1933409740269082862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/newrecipe-card.html' title='New.....Recipe &amp; Card'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Svekil-afAI/AAAAAAAABZU/YWceJkUfZjQ/s72-c/card1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2219996904457268917</id><published>2009-11-06T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:04:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1vkr5ENI/AAAAAAAABYI/LayG-a-xT-o/s1600-h/tumblr_kqtmtach4t1qa2g5oo1_r1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1vkr5ENI/AAAAAAAABYI/LayG-a-xT-o/s400/tumblr_kqtmtach4t1qa2g5oo1_r1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401141682030317778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1vSEaZZI/AAAAAAAABYA/CrPgsUoL3rQ/s1600-h/2396004794_c72ebf6449_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1vSEaZZI/AAAAAAAABYA/CrPgsUoL3rQ/s400/2396004794_c72ebf6449_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401141677032891794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1b-O2A9I/AAAAAAAABXw/RAH-ptpHkgw/s1600-h/tumblr_kqrn50yXwa1qzu1fjo1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1b-O2A9I/AAAAAAAABXw/RAH-ptpHkgw/s400/tumblr_kqrn50yXwa1qzu1fjo1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401141345290421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1bjhtl2I/AAAAAAAABXo/_IcJ_an8Oio/s1600-h/1704875109_9b414964f5_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1bjhtl2I/AAAAAAAABXo/_IcJ_an8Oio/s400/1704875109_9b414964f5_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401141338121803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing what a book can do to oneself. I can be in the most fowl mood. I will stomp up the stairs like a spoiled child, open a book and within a half hour I have almost forgotten what I am so upset about. I have hardly turned the computer or T.V on within the last little while due to all the good books I have found lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks these are the books I have read and would recommend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invisible Wall: A Love Story That Broke Barriers By Harry Bernstein&lt;br /&gt;In The Woods By Tana French&lt;br /&gt;Blindness By &lt;span class="ptBrand"&gt;Jose Saramago (very twisted!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next  on the list (starting it tonight) is "Have A Little Faith: A True Story By Mitch Albom''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any recommendations for what I should read after that? I know there's some avid readers out there..... I'm hoping to read a couple more before the hustle and bustle of the holidays take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2219996904457268917?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2219996904457268917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2219996904457268917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2219996904457268917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2219996904457268917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-have-been-reading.html' title='What I have been reading...'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SvS1vkr5ENI/AAAAAAAABYI/LayG-a-xT-o/s72-c/tumblr_kqtmtach4t1qa2g5oo1_r1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1246651098765339802</id><published>2009-11-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:12:20.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Every year at work we hold a costume contest. I take this very seriously. Last year I won best over all I believe. This year I was determined to bring home the gold for a second year. I made my costume out of paperboard and fluff and it actually came together. I was a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed in our staff this year. The only people that showed up for the contest was me and Shanna and the employee that was working the desk....hmmmm, lame. There were about 6 housekeepers that came and participated. I blame the lack of interest in 2 things. #1 Halloween was held on a Saturday. #2 Jill was out of town. Jill is like our mascot. If she is into things then everyone else will be. I don't want to solely blame Jill, but at this time I feel as if I want to be bitter towards her. She's in California. After taking the ballets I won Most Unique. I got a cute pumpkin with candy and a Target Gift Card. So Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the contest me and Shanna worked the desk for the night. We decided to give all the other employees a break and let them enjoy their holiday off......you know......for employee moral. My costume was kind of a pain. I couldn't bend in it, nor could I sit down. So after complaining for about 6 hours on my feet I took it off and put a robe on...and voila, lame bedtime costume came into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best Halloween I have had, but if I had to be stuck at work I'm glad Shanna was the one to get stuck with me. Hope everyone else had a fun Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some really corny work pictures. We love to make them as corny as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-GcNzB_I/AAAAAAAABWA/Yq56U1gdpkA/s1600-h/PA310541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-GcNzB_I/AAAAAAAABWA/Yq56U1gdpkA/s400/PA310541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180546149648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanna was a smurfette. It was really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-FBMHevI/AAAAAAAABVg/1hGgrFS1pkI/s1600-h/PA310537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-FBMHevI/AAAAAAAABVg/1hGgrFS1pkI/s400/PA310537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180521714973426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ashlee, I think she was a 80's chick. Not 100% sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-GGlHspI/AAAAAAAABV4/T6BX8Fr2ZBA/s1600-h/PA310540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-GGlHspI/AAAAAAAABV4/T6BX8Fr2ZBA/s400/PA310540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180540341891730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeepers and Shanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-FrU-RXI/AAAAAAAABVw/URgWAOFq_Q4/s1600-h/PA310539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-FrU-RXI/AAAAAAAABVw/URgWAOFq_Q4/s400/PA310539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180533026407794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and housekeepers. I don't think anyone knew we were taking a picture...besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PLcYeaI/AAAAAAAABWI/iD8m0KCHkXE/s1600-h/PA310542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PLcYeaI/AAAAAAAABWI/iD8m0KCHkXE/s400/PA310542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181795777870242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ana. I love her. She won too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PtD5xnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/RGCUAES1hmA/s1600-h/PA310543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PtD5xnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/RGCUAES1hmA/s400/PA310543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181804802000498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PzjHVEI/AAAAAAAABWY/NzkGrEW2FLU/s1600-h/PA300533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_PzjHVEI/AAAAAAAABWY/NzkGrEW2FLU/s400/PA300533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181806543524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these for everyone. They are suppose to look like eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_QcPavdI/AAAAAAAABWg/WTQdhSzg4i0/s1600-h/PA310548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_QcPavdI/AAAAAAAABWg/WTQdhSzg4i0/s400/PA310548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181817466764754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_Q2jkQpI/AAAAAAAABWo/DCn-23xZmIw/s1600-h/PA310549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2_Q2jkQpI/AAAAAAAABWo/DCn-23xZmIw/s400/PA310549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181824530596498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3AbU0ieRI/AAAAAAAABW4/GDv2wBehVFg/s1600-h/PA310552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3AbU0ieRI/AAAAAAAABW4/GDv2wBehVFg/s400/PA310552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399183103965165842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to get grumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Aa6fw0FI/AAAAAAAABWw/s-O3_JCC7go/s1600-h/PA310551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Aa6fw0FI/AAAAAAAABWw/s-O3_JCC7go/s400/PA310551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399183096898703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sugar buzz wearing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Ab96CElI/AAAAAAAABXA/Ly4_PwEDU0E/s1600-h/PA310553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Ab96CElI/AAAAAAAABXA/Ly4_PwEDU0E/s400/PA310553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399183114994061906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Smurf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3AcEdSEqI/AAAAAAAABXI/pMsYIuoD8mE/s1600-h/PA310554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3AcEdSEqI/AAAAAAAABXI/pMsYIuoD8mE/s400/PA310554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399183116752523938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH best pic of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Ack68HrI/AAAAAAAABXQ/PhUxSaymbeU/s1600-h/PA310555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su3Ack68HrI/AAAAAAAABXQ/PhUxSaymbeU/s400/PA310555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399183125466848946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smurf ready to go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1246651098765339802?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1246651098765339802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1246651098765339802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1246651098765339802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1246651098765339802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Su2-GcNzB_I/AAAAAAAABWA/Yq56U1gdpkA/s72-c/PA310541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4995021505565741549</id><published>2009-10-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:48:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints about dinner</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more frustrating to me than having dinner not turn out exactly the way I have meticulously planned it in my head. It doesn't happen a ton because I know what I am capable of doing. If it is too difficult then I put it aside for another time. I expect perfection when it comes to a meal. I had specific plans for dinner tonight. It consisted of a simple meal, all I wanted was breakfast for dinner. On the menu was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*Pumpkin Apple Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Orange Slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;*Sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*Hollowed out baked potatoes filled with scrambled eggs &amp;amp; bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all simple things to make. I got the muffins made earlier in the day knowing that they would be the messiest and most time consuming. They turned out beautifully. I couldn't be more happy with the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juice was just a frozen concentrate. I cut up slices of oranges and put a slice on the rim of each of our glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sausage, again, not to hard to cook right? Yeah for some reason I didn't cook them all the way. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....its okay, take a breath. It happens to everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the potatoes in oven for about an hour. After an hour they still weren't done. "Its okay, Anthony won't be home for another 20 minutes. Just put them back in, its fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not done. I start getting agitated. Anthony is home sitting patiently on the couch while I am in the kitchen banging dishes around and mumbling angry words under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; in the garbage, dished up the scrambled eggs on a dish and yelled..."Dinner is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; done, it sucks but come and eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad when all you want to do is impress someone. I just wanted to blow him away with the beautifully decorated table. The sausage was red in the middle, the eggs were cold and when he asked if the muffins were hot I about punched him. Oh well, I'm over it. I know in my heart I had the best intentions. I took some lame pictures.......go ahead and look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;patheticness&lt;/span&gt; of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe1G6mlGI/AAAAAAAABVI/DjbcNjNuL3U/s1600-h/PA260523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe1G6mlGI/AAAAAAAABVI/DjbcNjNuL3U/s400/PA260523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397105469932606562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was clearly too much bacon. It was suppose to be sprinkled on top of the eggs in the potato. The food looked sad on that big plate....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;booo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe2Ovn4aI/AAAAAAAABVY/v1sZfRcqLvg/s1600-h/PA260524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe2Ovn4aI/AAAAAAAABVY/v1sZfRcqLvg/s400/PA260524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397105489213907362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe1lPTCVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XkF22OkIWAM/s1600-h/PA260522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe1lPTCVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XkF22OkIWAM/s400/PA260522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397105478072469842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4995021505565741549?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4995021505565741549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4995021505565741549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4995021505565741549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4995021505565741549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/complaints-about-dinner.html' title='Complaints about dinner'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SuZe1G6mlGI/AAAAAAAABVI/DjbcNjNuL3U/s72-c/PA260523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5890281500563146928</id><published>2009-10-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:25:07.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Creation</title><content type='html'>The regional manager at my work is having a birthday on Friday....er maybe on Thursday. At this moment in time I cannot remember, since you don't know her it doesn't really matter. Shanna is really close with her so she wanted to get her something special. We decided we should make her a cupcake bouquet. She came over after we got done with work and got started on it. We wanted it to be more of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fallish&lt;/span&gt; one. I love the pot that she picked out. It is so cute! We are going to drive up to Logan tomorrow morning to drop it off to her. I'm pretty sure she is going to love it. We are both really proud of it! Now, all we need to worry about is getting it there in one piece. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7hb3DzI/AAAAAAAABUo/NC2nC4bnz2U/s1600-h/Bethers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7hb3DzI/AAAAAAAABUo/NC2nC4bnz2U/s400/Bethers-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259500107599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the cupcakes on is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7DvcxtI/AAAAAAAABUY/lJ9y8JPII0s/s1600-h/Bethers3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7DvcxtI/AAAAAAAABUY/lJ9y8JPII0s/s400/Bethers3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259492136699602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the flower we got for the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7ZVJTJI/AAAAAAAABUg/sYw7N-gyNSk/s1600-h/Bethers1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7ZVJTJI/AAAAAAAABUg/sYw7N-gyNSk/s400/Bethers1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259497931951250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to take some pictures with us in them. But after some discussion we came to a conclusion that we looked like trash and didn't think it would be beneficial to let the world to see us that way. This is were I take the chance to say.....your welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time! Thanks Shanna! Sorry again for the messy house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5890281500563146928?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5890281500563146928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5890281500563146928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5890281500563146928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5890281500563146928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-creation.html' title='Happy Birthday Creation'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/St_P7hb3DzI/AAAAAAAABUo/NC2nC4bnz2U/s72-c/Bethers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2642824188370410799</id><published>2009-10-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:44:46.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Its Sunday. Which means lazy afternoons. Sitting in pjs, pondering the week you left and the week laid ahead. It also means that I am constantly looking for something to do. Being bored and tired of watching season 1 of Lost with Anthony, I decided I would make some more cookies. Apparently Anthony doesn't like toffee bits. He is absolutely crazy, I am aware of this. I pulled out a regular cookie recipe, all the while thinking about how perfect they would be with toffee bits in them. After they baked up, I had a bite and they weren't as good as I thought they could be. I felt as if they needed a pick me up so this is what I did with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StunQZ-K4gI/AAAAAAAABUE/aB135T5QPoY/s1600-h/Cookiesyum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StunQZ-K4gI/AAAAAAAABUE/aB135T5QPoY/s400/Cookiesyum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394088878997692930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StunROT22rI/AAAAAAAABUM/liWY7bb3d7Y/s1600-h/Cookieyum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StunROT22rI/AAAAAAAABUM/liWY7bb3d7Y/s400/Cookieyum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394088893047298738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if a regular cookie needed more sugar right? I added SUGAR FREE ice cream. I am pretty sure that the chocolate and sprinkles might have just a tad bit of sugar in them. Theres no denying that they taste pretty good though. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2642824188370410799?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2642824188370410799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2642824188370410799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2642824188370410799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2642824188370410799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-cream-sandwich.html' title='Ice Cream Sandwich'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StunQZ-K4gI/AAAAAAAABUE/aB135T5QPoY/s72-c/Cookiesyum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6084751207753608334</id><published>2009-10-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:54:45.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting the Cord</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Grey's Anatomy. I normally watch it on Thursday nights but it has been a long and crazy week so I just barely got around to it. I AM DONE! I am not going to watch it anymore. I have been strong and stayed a fan through other horrible event such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burke Leaving&lt;/span&gt;-this rocked my world, especially since it made Christina so happy&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addison Leaving&lt;/span&gt;-Hello! Addison was McDreamys wife! She was a vital character to the show, how dare you take her away and make a sub par spin off with her!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Calli Becoming A Lesbian-I have nothing against lesbians, but she was so great with men, especially McSteamy&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izzie cutting the LVAD Wire&lt;/span&gt;- This bugged me, but having to watch her sleep on the floor (after she killed the love of her life) for 3 to 4 episode was even harder.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izzie getting Cancer&lt;/span&gt;-As if she hasn't been through enough emotion BS she now had to get cancer. She almost died (of course, it wouldn't be a drama if she hadn't). Alex became a better man because of her, so the cancer was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Dying&lt;/span&gt;- I knew that this was coming (eventually). Access Hollywood had confirmed it, but I just wasn't ready to part with him. He was my favorite character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things were hard to deal with. But tonight was the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzie was fired! Fired!!! She is off the show. We will never ever get to see her kill anyone again! She will never make loads and loads of cupcakes and be too emotional involved with her patience. (she was my least favorite character, but she was needed!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When George left the show there were rumors of Izzie leaving too. But when she lived through the cancer I thought for sure she was here for good. But now she is gone! She left Alex which means he will be all mopey for a couple of episodes and I just can't do it anymore. It has turned into ER. They brought a whole new crew of doctors and I am leaving while I can keep my McDreamy and Merideth Memories pushed in the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Greys Anatomy! I have just deleted you off of my dvr....its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I apologize to all of you who have no idea what I am talking about. I really REALLY needed to vent out my feelings though. (Shanna, I hope you can get through this by any means you need to. I am telling you right now that I am going to need a muffin tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6084751207753608334?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6084751207753608334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6084751207753608334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6084751207753608334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6084751207753608334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/cutting-cord.html' title='Cutting the Cord'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-625396872509351937</id><published>2009-10-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:28:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving punkins</title><content type='html'>After work today I had a huge desire to carve pumpkins. Lucky lucky lucky for me, Anthony was all over it. There is a cute little pumpkin corner by my house. It is loaded with the ugly and misfit pumpkins. I fell in love with an ugly one. Anthony got a boring one....so typical. Also, the stars and moon were perfectly aligned and I somehow managed to convince him that it would be in our best interest to buy a little hay stack to put our punkins on. After being forced to clean up all the hay in his mini we started carvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We somehow managed to misplace our carving tools so therefore we had to use kitchen knifes....SURPRISE!!! I only cut myself once! No big deal though, it was worth the pain. Below are the finished projects. Mine is the ugly one. Its amazing to me, every year I finish yet again another crappy carving job and I say to myself: Next years will be better. Welp.....2010 will be different, for sure. The haystack looks good tho eh? O and Anthony's turned out great, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKfMLQD3I/AAAAAAAABTc/wZrrL_oukoA/s1600-h/PA170495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKfMLQD3I/AAAAAAAABTc/wZrrL_oukoA/s400/PA170495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775772178583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKeI7vrYI/AAAAAAAABTM/54jHGdUEF20/s1600-h/PA170498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKeI7vrYI/AAAAAAAABTM/54jHGdUEF20/s400/PA170498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775754128371074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Anthonys is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKenzZmuI/AAAAAAAABTU/QqlggAlL1hI/s1600-h/PA170499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKenzZmuI/AAAAAAAABTU/QqlggAlL1hI/s400/PA170499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775762414869218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the ugliest pumpkin u have ever seen? I wuv him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKf-X6EuI/AAAAAAAABTk/Yyo34uf6r0Y/s1600-h/PA170502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKf-X6EuI/AAAAAAAABTk/Yyo34uf6r0Y/s400/PA170502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775785653441250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKgm0EteI/AAAAAAAABTs/IX4lIsjnfV0/s1600-h/PA170504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKgm0EteI/AAAAAAAABTs/IX4lIsjnfV0/s400/PA170504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775796508997090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-625396872509351937?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/625396872509351937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=625396872509351937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/625396872509351937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/625396872509351937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/carving-punkins.html' title='Carving punkins'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqKfMLQD3I/AAAAAAAABTc/wZrrL_oukoA/s72-c/PA170495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6537415297343846557</id><published>2009-10-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:22:28.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Tour</title><content type='html'>I love Fall! I love the weather, the colors, the leaves, Halloween, EVERYTHING FALL! I decided that since Anthony had all week off, we should really take advantage of this special time of the year. I made a reservation about 2 weeks ago for a ghost tour. This involved us in a big tour bus wandering our way around Salt Lake. A cute lil lady with a microphone talked about all the paranormal activities in about 20 different destination spots downtown. My favorite was the cemetery. We all got out and took lots of pictures. Of course all the pictures I took had ORBS in them! My favorite person on the bus was this really serious ghost fanatic that brought his huge fancy camera. He took tons and tons. I'm pretty sure he got lots of orb shots too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really hard time believing some of the stuff she said, but regardless we had a really good time. If anyone is interested let me know. It was a nice lil date with Anthony, muchly needed. Enjoy the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFUGOvNYI/AAAAAAAABSc/4IJrp2NZu2U/s1600-h/Orb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFUGOvNYI/AAAAAAAABSc/4IJrp2NZu2U/s400/Orb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770084045895042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't see it? Go ahead, click on the photo. It's there, it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFU_Z1FfI/AAAAAAAABSk/aWWU53zJ4qk/s1600-h/PA160482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFU_Z1FfI/AAAAAAAABSk/aWWU53zJ4qk/s400/PA160482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770099393238514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFVjTVIDI/AAAAAAAABSs/FCMH4D-5abY/s1600-h/PA160485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFVjTVIDI/AAAAAAAABSs/FCMH4D-5abY/s400/PA160485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770109029654578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuvs him! Yes, Yes, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFWDYpaCI/AAAAAAAABS0/zpIIhWWcax8/s1600-h/PA160489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFWDYpaCI/AAAAAAAABS0/zpIIhWWcax8/s400/PA160489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770117641889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqF8dt14UI/AAAAAAAABTE/iCQzL_LiKaU/s1600-h/PA160487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqF8dt14UI/AAAAAAAABTE/iCQzL_LiKaU/s400/PA160487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770777545138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are orbs EVERY where in this one. I should send it to some ghost hunters society, make lots of moneys and buy my own tour bus to take all the sad smucks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFW4nWx3I/AAAAAAAABS8/Xz5BgFYDSNY/s1600-h/PA160494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFW4nWx3I/AAAAAAAABS8/Xz5BgFYDSNY/s400/PA160494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393770131930662770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE.BUT...it appears to me that Anthony may still be on the fence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6537415297343846557?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6537415297343846557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6537415297343846557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6537415297343846557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6537415297343846557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost-tour.html' title='Ghost Tour'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StqFUGOvNYI/AAAAAAAABSc/4IJrp2NZu2U/s72-c/Orb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8309729207675704989</id><published>2009-10-12T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:28:13.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mess</title><content type='html'>Check out the photo below. This started my grumpy mood. It lasted the entire day. I was on the way to the bank with the boss, like we do almost every day. I decided earlier before I left for work that I would choose healthy foods. I made me up a breakfast shake. Its basically chocolate milk but has no sugar and lots of vitamins. I was happy with my selection. I put it in the freezer and by time the bank ran came around it was nice and icy, just the way I like it. On the way back to work I went for another delicious sip and the car jerked forward (I only blame Shanna a lil bit) and it spilled all over me. It was funny for about 45 seconds until I realized that my shirt was covered, my face was sticky and my bra felt wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a huge oversize shirt found in the office the rest of the day. People on the phone were rude. I had way too much work to do. And basically I hate everything about today. Hopefully the stain will come out, I am not expecting a miracle though. It feels like it should be the middle of the week because on Saturday I worked 13 hours and on Sunday I worked 7....not the weekend of my dreams. Anyways, I'm done complaining. Sorry you had to endure through this. Misery likes company though right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StO61RcmYkI/AAAAAAAABSM/mCaBlve_y2I/s1600-h/Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StO61RcmYkI/AAAAAAAABSM/mCaBlve_y2I/s400/Shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858603271807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is me, during that 45 seconds of humor. Clearly it was at the very end of the 45 seconds because I am not looking all that impressed. I look like a truck hit me....and it was only about an hour after I got to work......its a Monday, don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StO7SvvhPbI/AAAAAAAABSU/j49zmx86fH8/s1600-h/Milkmess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StO7SvvhPbI/AAAAAAAABSU/j49zmx86fH8/s400/Milkmess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859109620432306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8309729207675704989?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8309729207675704989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8309729207675704989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8309729207675704989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8309729207675704989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-mess.html' title='Monday Mess'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/StO61RcmYkI/AAAAAAAABSM/mCaBlve_y2I/s72-c/Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1611225309809339311</id><published>2009-10-06T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:10:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUiSMYo-I/AAAAAAAABR8/SRDaYMw_zzw/s1600-h/DPP_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUiSMYo-I/AAAAAAAABR8/SRDaYMw_zzw/s400/DPP_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389705433287533538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUh5KYzoI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZzHkbzWFv7c/s1600-h/DPP_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUh5KYzoI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZzHkbzWFv7c/s400/DPP_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389705426568269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUhLXFqVI/AAAAAAAABRs/3_oWG2HIMg8/s1600-h/DPP_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUhLXFqVI/AAAAAAAABRs/3_oWG2HIMg8/s400/DPP_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389705414273509714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got together with the rest of the fam to take some pictures. Here's a small amount of the pics we got. I will post some more later. I think they turned out pretty cute. Me and Anthony are going to get some pictures with just the two of us next week. We are going to do some urban shots! Can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1611225309809339311?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1611225309809339311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1611225309809339311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1611225309809339311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1611225309809339311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SswUiSMYo-I/AAAAAAAABR8/SRDaYMw_zzw/s72-c/DPP_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6219813676244234475</id><published>2009-10-06T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:39:12.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Toffee Chocolate Chip Cookies From Heaven</title><content type='html'>I am going to give you a recipe. Cherish it dearly, for it is the best cookie recipe in the whole world....okay maybe just Taylorsville. I'll just let you decide on that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.1/4 C Flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp Baking Soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C Butter&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C Sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of a bag of Toffee bits&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a bag of Chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Combine Flour, Salt, Soda, Toffee, and Chips. In another bowl stir softened butter, sugar, vanilla and eggs together. Slowly add dry ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Spoon dough on cookie sheet and cook for 15-20 minutes or until edges are golden brown and delicious looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on taking these to work. Most importantly I am sending some to the husbands work. I love fooling Anthonys coworkers into thinking that I am domestic. These cookies will work every  time. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsvsYNrq9WI/AAAAAAAABRE/nwzsHpSqjUU/s1600-h/Cookie+yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsvsYNrq9WI/AAAAAAAABRE/nwzsHpSqjUU/s400/Cookie+yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389661279812777314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6219813676244234475?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6219813676244234475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6219813676244234475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6219813676244234475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6219813676244234475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-toffee-chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='Double Toffee Chocolate Chip Cookies From Heaven'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsvsYNrq9WI/AAAAAAAABRE/nwzsHpSqjUU/s72-c/Cookie+yum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-797951686142790595</id><published>2009-10-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:53:26.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIEF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This stupid spider stole half a bottle of hairspray from me. But don't worry, I got my revenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;                      R.I.P little Bugger!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsqwwXHXidI/AAAAAAAABQ8/TjvHS073MsU/s1600-h/Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsqwwXHXidI/AAAAAAAABQ8/TjvHS073MsU/s400/Spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389314248987347410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-797951686142790595?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/797951686142790595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=797951686142790595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/797951686142790595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/797951686142790595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/thief.html' title='THIEF!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SsqwwXHXidI/AAAAAAAABQ8/TjvHS073MsU/s72-c/Spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8588329619664653377</id><published>2009-10-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:38:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Avon Respresentative</title><content type='html'>Me and Anthony are anti social the second we drive into our neighborhood. We like to keep to ourselves. I don't know how we have gotten into this crutch. I am very chipper and outgoing at work and when I'm out and about doing regular things.  But when I get home I like to be left alone....period. If you come over unannounced you won't be invited in. This is true. Whenever the doorbell rings and we don't know whom it is, we put the t.v/radio/other activities on mute and sit in silence. This is horrible, I get it. But in my defense, I have seen far too many 48 hour mysteries episodes and I just can't fathom opening the door at night now. Even during the day, if Anthony isn't home, I won't do it. Do you remember the episode of the lady that answered the door to find a lovely bunch of flower, then was shot down? Yeah......I can't handle the simple pleasure of opening the door now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.............on to the real point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago me and the man decided we would take a little trip to Costco. As we were getting our shoeies on and searching for the keys, purse, phone...the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were standing right by the door and basically had the hand on the doorknob we decided against our better judgment to open it. There stood our neighbor....you've been blessed enough to meet him before, if not, please take a look at his &lt;a href="http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-man-across-street.html"&gt;opening act&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the following conversation played out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: Hello, I am your new Avon Lady (he said lady, I kid you not) representing our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: (in awe) Ooooookay&lt;br /&gt;Doorman: Would you like a pamphlet with the new fall line?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: Uhhhh no thank you, I don't think we are interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindsey Pops out from behind the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: Of course I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I snatch up the booklet and then the doorman stands there for a second and then begins his script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doorman: I will come around every Wednesday to check on your order and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blaaaaaah blah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We say goodbye and I stare at Anthony. Did that just happen? Did he really say he was the new Avon Lady? Then, as if I wasn't laughing hard enough Anthony says this cherry of a line.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anthony: Can you believe that? Our Avon lady has two first names!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his last name is a first name in Anthonys book and that was what stunned him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday rolls around and that is the mans late night for school. The doorbell rang around 7:30. It was dark out. I just so happened to be singing (at the top of my lungs) "Don't stop believin" by Journey. The blinds were open a little and I clearly was home. I stopped midtune and ran up on the stares. The doorbell rang again. I started texting Shanna and Anthony and letting them know that a double doorbeller was at my home and that I needed them to know that if I died, they would need to check the fingerprints on the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the moment died down I realized "SHOOT it was probably just my new avon representative! I hope he comes back next Wednesday, during the day, or this relationship is just not going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8588329619664653377?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8588329619664653377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8588329619664653377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8588329619664653377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8588329619664653377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-avon-respresentative.html' title='My New Avon Respresentative'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4839263513544749383</id><published>2009-09-29T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:01:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It hit me pretty hard this morning. I have no idea how immature I had become. This is how I came to realize this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before breakfast I grabbed my bottle of vitamins. Good for me right? Well, I didn't swallow them, because they are not in pill form. They are gummy oranges! After chewing my 2 oranges I went to the fridge to grab orange juice. It was going to go so well with my eggs and toast. I reached in the cupboard to grab the cup for my orange juice. As I poured my juice I studied the cup.....my favorite cup....This cup is pink, with chicks and birdies and flowers all over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; After putting the cup down I realized that i'm going to need to have children soon. Why, you might ask? Here is my answer... When I am helping my children grow up, in turn I will too. Here's to even the prospect of that happening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4839263513544749383?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4839263513544749383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4839263513544749383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4839263513544749383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4839263513544749383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession.html' title='Confession:'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6494930715561474789</id><published>2009-09-24T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:08:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sru1W38OxcI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZJwGLsGpzLs/s1600-h/Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sru1W38OxcI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZJwGLsGpzLs/s400/Hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097184029885890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair is Blond! I told my hair lady that I wanted it lighter. WOW! It's light. Its as fried as a funnel cake but I really like the color. YAY for change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6494930715561474789?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6494930715561474789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6494930715561474789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6494930715561474789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6494930715561474789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sru1W38OxcI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZJwGLsGpzLs/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2002235867961299266</id><published>2009-09-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:02:29.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Butte Garden</title><content type='html'>From September 10th to September 20th my attention has been turned to the State Fair. My work did a booth there. It was long and tiresome, lets just say that I am happy to have it behind me. Saturday after I left the fair I told Anthony that we would be spending the rest of the night together. I did not give him any other choice in the matter. Being tired of work and school he was easily convinced. You see, I'm fairly fun to hang around (or so I think) and I usually have good ideas of where to play at. I decided that we would go to Red Butte Garden for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony has been to the garden a couple of times for school. I had never been. This place is absolutely adorable! I cannot believe that it has taken me so long. I could have spent all night there. As soon as I arrived I realized that I had forgotten my memory card at home so therefore I was only able to take a couple of pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking along the path Anthony stopped and spotted a snake. It was massive (I may be dramatic). It was slithering into a storm drain. Anthony decided that he could get me to touch the nasty thing with a measly $2. That can't even buy me a meal at Cafe Rio! I told him that I would touch him with $20. He laughed and we continued on the trail. I am hoping to get some family photos there within the next week or two. We'll see if that happens though. Its tough to get the whole fam together. After the garden we went out for dinner then went home and watched a movie together. It was a really great night. Here's the pics I took, enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg81W4BsDI/AAAAAAAABO0/anDcP4yXEu0/s1600-h/Red5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg81W4BsDI/AAAAAAAABO0/anDcP4yXEu0/s400/Red5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120241892732978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg80-QyxMI/AAAAAAAABOs/OuVovmMn00E/s1600-h/Red6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg80-QyxMI/AAAAAAAABOs/OuVovmMn00E/s400/Red6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120235285726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg80LKXROI/AAAAAAAABOk/UEPfD1ZU0Os/s1600-h/Red7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg80LKXROI/AAAAAAAABOk/UEPfD1ZU0Os/s400/Red7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120221568550114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg8zn2J0TI/AAAAAAAABOc/uhf8Pj-p83o/s1600-h/Red8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg8zn2J0TI/AAAAAAAABOc/uhf8Pj-p83o/s400/Red8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120212088541490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg8yy1ovvI/AAAAAAAABOU/CUJMZ6szFt8/s1600-h/Red9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg8yy1ovvI/AAAAAAAABOU/CUJMZ6szFt8/s400/Red9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120197859294962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9cT21vqI/AAAAAAAABPU/yf9qrJ-u3Xg/s1600-h/Red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9cT21vqI/AAAAAAAABPU/yf9qrJ-u3Xg/s400/Red1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120911097347746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9bpp7pXI/AAAAAAAABPM/nqeM-xahebg/s1600-h/Red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9bpp7pXI/AAAAAAAABPM/nqeM-xahebg/s400/Red2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120899768919410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9bAszJfI/AAAAAAAABPE/jrwfqAkH058/s1600-h/Red3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9bAszJfI/AAAAAAAABPE/jrwfqAkH058/s400/Red3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120888775091698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9au_4PWI/AAAAAAAABO8/2qsi7uitG3c/s1600-h/Red4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg9au_4PWI/AAAAAAAABO8/2qsi7uitG3c/s400/Red4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120884023278946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2002235867961299266?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2002235867961299266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2002235867961299266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2002235867961299266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2002235867961299266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-butte-garden.html' title='Red Butte Garden'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Srg81W4BsDI/AAAAAAAABO0/anDcP4yXEu0/s72-c/Red5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8990498090732885133</id><published>2009-09-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:04:56.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fav</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to watching the first episodes of Glee. It is my new favorite show ever. I love musicals. I tried uploading my favorite scene but youtube was struggling. Therefore I have added the whole episode from hulu.com. If you haven't seen the pilot I suggest you take the time, I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/93370/glee-pilot---directors-cut"&gt;Watch Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sq8SRRrsHbI/AAAAAAAABOM/cAEyfCmzM7E/s1600-h/102excelleshowmanceglee_sc01_8657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sq8SRRrsHbI/AAAAAAAABOM/cAEyfCmzM7E/s400/102excelleshowmanceglee_sc01_8657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381540167744757170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8990498090732885133?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8990498090732885133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8990498090732885133' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8990498090732885133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8990498090732885133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-fav.html' title='New Fav'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sq8SRRrsHbI/AAAAAAAABOM/cAEyfCmzM7E/s72-c/102excelleshowmanceglee_sc01_8657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5030833880329646070</id><published>2009-09-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:59:12.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slit girl...not to be confused as slut girl</title><content type='html'>First of all, I feel as if I am a pretty patient person. Ask anyone.... besides my husband, family members, friends and co workers. With that being said, I feel as if one can only take so many rug burn butt rubs on ones jeans from an unknown male before loosing their patience.....am I making any sense? Then lets start at the beginning shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban Concert. I got to go. Unfortunately for some unapparent reason, even to me, I was not in the best of moods. Sometimes I get that way, it happens to the best of us. Why I had to get that way on Keith Urban night, well I know not. As soon as I settled into my seat I realized that things weren't going to go my way, nor was my mood going to improve as I had hoped it would. Next to me was a nasty (emphasis on nasty) lovey dovey young couple, probably in there late teens. They were teasing each other, sucking on each others necks and jabbing each other. I was then jabbed numerous times. Did I ask to be included in their game? No...no I did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: There is nothing wrong with being in love, please refer back to this sentence when/if I become too filled with rage later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little big town opened for Keith. I don't really know any of their songs so I basically just sat there staring into the abyss, wondering why I had to look past the neck suckers to see the stage. Why oh why do things like this seems to happen to me? I noticed half way through that my too big pants were half way down my butt. As I go to adjust I somehow managed to cross that seat divider and brush her leg.... This was not her leg, it was her thigh. She wore a very short skirt. Then as if it weren't short enough there were slits on both sides. I managed to touch between these mentioned slits. I was horrified when I touched her. Like touching a hot stove...I jumped back. Things went downhill from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith came out. Slit girl switched places with her man candy (probably because I was inappropriately brushing her). The lights dimmed down and we all stood up. They then begin making out. I must be getting old, but it was nasty to me. Also they began grinding, dirty dancing or what have you. This would be fine in the comforts of your own home, or a club, or anywhere other than a foot from me. Numerous times during the concert his butt rubbed up against my thigh. Was he getting back at me for copping a field with his woman? I have no idea. But I was getting angry. They inched closer and closer. Also did I mention that it was sweltering hot? I was sweating beads...I don't even sweat at the gym. The smell of hundreds of sweaty people started to get the better of me. My head started to pound, the strobe lights got more and more intense. The heat and smell also affected a young boy 4 or 5 seats down from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor boy got up numerous times. It wasn't that big of a bothersome because my brain was more focused on my neighbor and his butt giving me rug burns. The last time this boy got up he was holding his mouth and looking not 100%. I looked down and when he lifted his foot there were barf footprints. As he passed me I instantly picked up my purse and it sat on my lap for the last 20 minutes. Soon after my rug burn friend sneezed on my arm. He was being a gentlemen and was sneezing away from his woman. A gentleman for one but a inconsiderate schmuck for another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't handle another moment. My sister luckily left early and I hitched a ride with her. I was sweaty, possibly covered in swine flu snot and barf. It was not a glamorous feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith was good though. I got some pictures of him, but this post wasn't about him. It was a bout a slit girl, her inconsiderate schmuck, and a barf boy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to smoothly end this novel. But I want you to know though that I took a bath. It didn't wash away the rage I felt, but it did help the gruesomeness of it all. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5030833880329646070?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5030833880329646070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5030833880329646070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5030833880329646070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5030833880329646070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-novel.html' title='slit girl...not to be confused as slut girl'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-7657850280328896816</id><published>2009-09-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:04:53.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campout-Tonys Grove</title><content type='html'>Me and Anthony just returned from a lil campout with my side of the family. The weather was perfect. Meaning I was able to wear a sweater pretty much the entire time. All of you are very much aware that I do not like the heat! The lake was beautiful, the flowers and bumble bees were fun to admire and the company was even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about camping is the food and the fireplace conversations. This year we discussed how The Duggars were yet again pregnant (their 19th), and some new holiday traditions. I will discuss the different traditions we might try out when the time comes. After Josh, Varinia, Jaden, and Kristi left we decided to play some games. I would like to boast that me and Anthony kicked Mom and Dads trash at horseshoes. Unfortunately we got spanked when it came to Catch Phrase though. I always thought I was very good at that game. We played for over an hour and the parents won 7 times and we won 1. It was very sad, and my mood drastically declined (until I was fed afterwards). All in all it was a very relaxing trip. Thanks again Mom and Dad for the great time! 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Grove'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SqWCXu5dJfI/AAAAAAAABOA/jrYezUkEWwE/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3012329904161578403</id><published>2009-09-02T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:19:06.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin good.....Feeling real good!</title><content type='html'>I am content because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I have the next 5 days off!&lt;br /&gt;#2 My legs are tan&lt;br /&gt;#3 My legs don't look like big foot anymore (I went waxing today again)&lt;br /&gt;#4 The house is remotely clean&lt;br /&gt;#5 I know what I am making Anthony for dinner&lt;br /&gt;#6 I am seeing my family this weekend&lt;br /&gt;#7 I worked more than 80 hours on this upcoming paycheck...Anth will be proud&lt;br /&gt;#8 My car is in the shop finally getting the bumper replaced&lt;br /&gt;#9 Because I have no car, I do not have to run any wifely errands&lt;br /&gt;#10 My toenails are freshly painted&lt;br /&gt;#11 I honestly cannot think of anything to witch about&lt;br /&gt;#12 My house smells like melon due to a strongly scented candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to no work, clean house and total peace and quiet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-3012329904161578403?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/3012329904161578403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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I decided that I should do something with them. Here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Place millions of samples on the husbands side of the bed&lt;br /&gt;#2 Watch him getting ready for bed as normal, trying hard not to giggle&lt;br /&gt;#3 Watch him climb into bed&lt;br /&gt;#4 Watch as he tosses and turns&lt;br /&gt;#5 LOL when he asks what all the little bumps are in his bed&lt;br /&gt;#6 Roll over and enjoy the rest of the night while he:&lt;br /&gt;    A: yells and lectures at me for being so immature&lt;br /&gt;    B: giggles to himself and proceeds to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;    C: hold on for dear life to the sheet because he is attempting to pull me out of bed so he doesn't have to clean up the samples on his own. &lt;br /&gt;    D: doesn't even realize that the mattress is flawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that he will go for "B" but I don't know. I'm hoping he comes home in a happy go lucky mood. He has been at Cabelas so I know that definitely will help with his mood. He should be arriving home soon. I am going to update on this tomorrow. What is your vote? What do you think he will do? Let me know if you have any fun pranks you have pulled on your spouse/significant other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SAMPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SphupqZqK_I/AAAAAAAABKw/Oc2GeIxw-4A/s1600-h/0828091643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SphupqZqK_I/AAAAAAAABKw/Oc2GeIxw-4A/s400/0828091643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375167817302289394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS QUITE THE PROCESS-I had to make sure that they didn't over lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sphu474IOOI/AAAAAAAABK4/DfbY8rMuPVc/s1600-h/0828091652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sphu474IOOI/AAAAAAAABK4/DfbY8rMuPVc/s400/0828091652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375168079691528418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL!!! The bedroom is boring. I really want to paint the walls but the bed is so heavy and hard to take apart that I doubt we will paint the room before we move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SphvAf25nAI/AAAAAAAABLA/DVuCeZ_BJwo/s1600-h/0828091716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SphvAf25nAI/AAAAAAAABLA/DVuCeZ_BJwo/s400/0828091716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375168209609137154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;So turns out whenever I want to pull a prank or anything less than perfect I should do it right after he comes home from Cabelas. He was in the best mood! As he crawled in bed he didn't even notice all the tiny bumps. I had a couple that floated on over to my side, and I definitely noticed. After about 5 minutes he finally said "Uh Linds, did you buy a new mattress pad?" I started giggling and explained everything. We laughed ourselves to sleep and I felt really good about it. They are still on the mattress. I wonder if he will take them off the bed before we sleep again. Anyways, it will be totally annoying to clean them up but it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5092592382894718833?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5092592382894718833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5092592382894718833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5092592382894718833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5092592382894718833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-lil-prank-if-you-could-even-call.html' title='Just a lil prank-if you could even call it a prank'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SphupqZqK_I/AAAAAAAABKw/Oc2GeIxw-4A/s72-c/0828091643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2767503975956309023</id><published>2009-08-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:16:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shanna!!!</title><content type='html'>Shanna had a BirThdAy toDaY! We decided that since her husband had to work and because Anthony is schooling it from now on that we would take another trip up to Bear Lake. We once again stayed at the Inn. Shanna was up there due to work, so I met her later last night. We had such a great time! I told Shanna that before we left the lake I had to make a castle. Turns out we are both horrible at castle making. We are experts at making a moat though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While soaking up the rays we discussed how lucky we have been. Once again, the water was warm and this time there were only 5 other vehicles. We go on the Idaho side, so we can pull the car right up to the beach. Since the beach is so big it feels like we have the place to ourselves. Another thing we discussed was how sad we were that we were missing our third wheel, Jill. She is in a better place though....much better! She will be arriving back from Florida in a couple of days and I cannot wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm rambling. It was a perfect day though! We ended it with a yummy milkshake. You can't leave Bear Lake without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanna, I hope you had a most wonderful birthday! Thanks for being such a great friend. You are a great listener and always have great advice. Thanks for always laughing at my stupid jokes. We always have the bestest of times!!! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdK0uuK7gI/AAAAAAAABKo/U-vUegPcA4w/s1600-h/Aug3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdK0uuK7gI/AAAAAAAABKo/U-vUegPcA4w/s400/Aug3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846950045314562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdK0FHIfTI/AAAAAAAABKg/4Vqs18dW0ao/s1600-h/Aug12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdK0FHIfTI/AAAAAAAABKg/4Vqs18dW0ao/s400/Aug12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846938875723058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdKgOYFYdI/AAAAAAAABKY/6G2ZheQsf8E/s1600-h/Aug11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJyGYlqjI/AAAAAAAABJo/9Lfuk-iggCc/s400/Aug5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845805346007602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJxcQFdWI/AAAAAAAABJg/UIHB9e7-K04/s1600-h/Aug4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJxcQFdWI/AAAAAAAABJg/UIHB9e7-K04/s400/Aug4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845794036053346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJwtCx2gI/AAAAAAAABJY/gz6fgwA92cw/s1600-h/Aug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJwtCx2gI/AAAAAAAABJY/gz6fgwA92cw/s400/Aug2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845781363776002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJwG02XJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/OI67lx1Y4nM/s1600-h/Aug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdJwG02XJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/OI67lx1Y4nM/s400/Aug1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374845771104803986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2767503975956309023?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2767503975956309023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2767503975956309023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2767503975956309023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2767503975956309023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-shanna.html' title='Happy Birthday Shanna!!!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SpdK0uuK7gI/AAAAAAAABKo/U-vUegPcA4w/s72-c/Aug3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3457851038782139778</id><published>2009-08-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:49:48.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count down begins.........</title><content type='html'>So Anthony starts school tomorrow. I will never have to have this thought again. He graduates in the Spring and I cannot believe how far he has come. I am going to list the impending negativeness (is that a word?) of what the next 8 months will be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bedtime at 10:00 sharp&lt;/span&gt;. Once the school year starts it means that staying up late and watching trash on t.v is OVER. Here is the reason I complain of this. Anthony can get in bed and within 2 minutes (this is no exaggeration!) he is asleep. I, on the other hand, stare at the wall for hours. I know that the simple solution would be to stay up while he sleeps, but I hate that. I think it is important to go to bed together. I had another solution that I used when we were first married but after Anthony noticed that we were purchasing Nyquil way too often we had to end that abruptly. Hi, my name is Lindsey and I have been sober for 3 and a 1/2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The models&lt;/span&gt;...the models, models models. No, I am not talking about underwear models (this wouldn't have made the list if that were the case). I am talking about cardboard models. Anthony is so amazing! You should come over and see all of the detail and hard work he puts into his projects. But my gosh, we have NO MORE ROOM! During the school months there will be an increase of cardboard, wood, glass, odd random tools, etc, etc. I love you Anthony, but we have got to take back control of that back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feeling as if we are roommates.&lt;/span&gt; This one is the hardest for me. It seems as if we come and go as we please. I wake up alone, and go to bed alone. It is extremely lonely at times. And at least once or twice every month I have an emotional meltdown. Boo Hoo for Lindsey right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturdays are out of the question. &lt;/span&gt;If he isn't working on homework he is at work. He works to: &lt;br /&gt;A: Pay the Bills&lt;br /&gt;B: Put food on the table&lt;br /&gt;C: Pay for Lindsey's numerous starbucks relapses&lt;br /&gt;D: All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to Anthony (and me) in this last 8 months. We are going to make it, I just know it. ooooooo gotta go, I have 45 minutes before my 10:00 bedtime, better start winding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you answered (D) you are the winner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from one addiction to another. I'm not proud but at least Starbucks taste better than Nyquil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-3457851038782139778?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/3457851038782139778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=3457851038782139778' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3457851038782139778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3457851038782139778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/count-down-begins.html' title='The Count down begins.........'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-380684188679798525</id><published>2009-08-21T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:13:20.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/So9rpgQnxDI/AAAAAAAABJI/T6jZjQrUENk/s1600-h/P8210300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/So9rpgQnxDI/AAAAAAAABJI/T6jZjQrUENk/s400/P8210300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631241254749234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the urge to bake. I found this fantastic recipe and got a grocery list put together. After dinner me and Anth ran to the store and I gathered all my supplies. As soon as I arrived I turned the oven on and suddenly realized......O Dear...forgot the eggs. I then sulked and yelled for the next 20 minutes. Flash forward to today........Got me some eggs! This recipe is from a website....what that website is...well I can't tell you at this moment because we had to reformat this computer because it basically had given up on life. Anyways.....let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after me and Anthony got married we went on a trip with my family to the Oregon Coast. All of the "Kids" were in this ugly huge rental van and we were all pretty much passed out. We all try our darn hardest to pass out on the road so we can all manage each other when we actually get to our destination. As we were driving I was awoken to Mom and Dad discussing if they should pull over and visit the fruit stand they saw approaching on the side of the road. The ugly van pulled over and the sleeping children all rolled out. What I saw I will never forget. The berries were huge! Blackberries, Marionberries, blueberries, raspberries, etc, etc. They were huge!!! Do you get that? Do I need to say it again! Big, luscious, juicy, finger staining GOOODNESS! We left that stand with less souvenir money then before and I will forever appreciate that state for not only its beauty but for its gorgeous berries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with the bars I made today? Well, Costco had beautiful Blackberries yesterday and all I could think about is that family trip. I plan on meeting my parents tomorrow after work and sharing these bars with them. The memories they bring will forever leave a smile on my face. They taste pretty darn good too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the website, its from joythebaker.com. Heres the &lt;a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2009/06/blackberry-pie-bars/"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-380684188679798525?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/380684188679798525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=380684188679798525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/380684188679798525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/380684188679798525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/blackberry-bar.html' title='Blackberry Bar'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/So9rpgQnxDI/AAAAAAAABJI/T6jZjQrUENk/s72-c/P8210300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5847133494350767012</id><published>2009-08-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:52:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moloka'i</title><content type='html'>Friday me and the girls met up to discuss our latest book. "Moloka'i" by Alan Brennert. Moloka'i was probably the most depressing book I have ever read. This story is about a young girl named Rachel who is diagnosed with Leprosy. She soon was shipped to Kalaupapa (leper Colony)where she is isolated from her family and watches as many of her close friends suffer and eventually die from the disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a in depth look at the disease and how society treated those suffering. It was very well written and is a good balance of story and facts. Although it was very depressing, it is one that I would recommend to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alicia for opening your home to us and for being such a great host. This months book is called "The Good Guy" by Dean Koontz. The book seems pretty intense, which will be a nice change. Also, I get to be the host this month which is the best part. I plan on making something yummy to munch on. If anyone is interested in joining please let me know. We are looking for at least one or two more members, so please don't be shy. I plan on getting the book read fairly early (unlike last month). If you would like to borrow it from me, I would be more than happy too. Thanks and happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5847133494350767012?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5847133494350767012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5847133494350767012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5847133494350767012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5847133494350767012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/molokai.html' title='Moloka&apos;i'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1970471840951880659</id><published>2009-08-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:19:46.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to blog about....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I've almost gone a whole week without posting anything. I just literally have nothing to post about. There hasn't been any drama at work. I haven't really gone anywhere. Whats even more of a miracle is that I have no embarrassing stories to tell. I know....unheard of! I'm going to blame the lack of stories on the fact that I have had to do the morning shifts. The morning shifts are brutal! I am not a morning person....AT ALL! I have to be up at 5am and the shift is from 6-2. By time I get home I'm a complete zombie and I basically just sit at home. The last couple of nights I have gone to bed by 10. On Thursday I only made it to 9. Wow. I feel like an old woman. Today was my last morning shift for awhile. So I'm hoping that my regular embarrassing lifestyle will continue on as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday my work is having a pot luck. I'm hoping I have lots to discuss after that. Lots of weird unknown pot luck food to dissect and lots of hilarious conversations to sustain me for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also book club is on Friday. We have pushed the date back numerous times, so It will be nice to finally discuss the book (That I just barely finished today). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a boring post...I fully understand that. Thanks for reading though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mariel, If you are reading this, I suggest you leave me a comment, don't stalk &amp; ditch! THANKS! MISS YA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1970471840951880659?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1970471840951880659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1970471840951880659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1970471840951880659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1970471840951880659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing to blog about....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5434689747355316430</id><published>2009-08-03T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:01:19.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his version VS my version</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got sucked into a reality show called "The next food network star". Lucky for me the finale was last night and I started the whole marathon at the very beginning. I was so inspired by these characters whose dreams were to have their own cooking show. I crawled in bed and as I drifted to sleep I dreamed of all the fantastic meals they had prepared and how I wished to be like them. I woke up with a fantastic recipe that I just knew I had to create for dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an appetizer called B.L.A.S.T Balls which included a tomato cut in 4th and then had lettuce, bacon and slices of avocados laid in it. The idea was amazing, his presentation....was not. I knew in my heart that I could make it better. Here is my version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SneNb7-Fh1I/AAAAAAAABHA/7ILATOryxwc/s1600-h/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SneNb7-Fh1I/AAAAAAAABHA/7ILATOryxwc/s400/salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365912992129320786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey's Exploding Tomato Salad&lt;br /&gt;(serving size 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small hass avocados&lt;br /&gt;4 small (on the vine) tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;1 chicken breast (pound til chicken is thin)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can jumbo olives&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh spinach&lt;br /&gt;6 slices of turkey bacon (cook and crumble)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tbs Monterey Steak Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;dash of garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tbs lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Newmans own light balsamic vinaigrette &lt;br /&gt;4 skewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sprinkle steak seasoning on chicken and cook in skillet (6 minutes per side).&lt;br /&gt;*While chicken is cooking mash up avocados and add bacon, garlic powder, lemon juice. Add a bit of salt and pepper to taste. &lt;br /&gt;*Cut top of tomatoes and scoop out all seeds and innards. &lt;br /&gt;*Place avocado mix in tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;*After chicken is cooked thoroughly slice in thin slices&lt;br /&gt;*Plate up a heaping cup of spinach and drizzle vinaigrette &lt;br /&gt;*grab skewers and randomly add filled tomatoes, olives, chicken&lt;br /&gt;*Place over salad&lt;br /&gt;*Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most beautiful meal I have ever made. The colors are vibrate and it was very healthy. The avocados mixed with the bacon and tomatoes is such a great flavor. It was so easy. I am truly proud! I hope everyone tries it! The next time I have anyone over I will definitely whip this recipe out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5434689747355316430?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5434689747355316430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5434689747355316430' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5434689747355316430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5434689747355316430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-version-vs-my-version.html' title='his version VS my version'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SneNb7-Fh1I/AAAAAAAABHA/7ILATOryxwc/s72-c/salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4685325307854794773</id><published>2009-07-27T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:09:01.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>Bear Lake was beautiful! Me, Jill and Shanna spent the day there on Thursday. We spent the night up at the Anniversary Inn Wednesday night and around 1 we headed to the lake. After spending many hours splashing and soaking up the sun, we were just too exhausted to make it back to Salt lake so we all bunked up at the Inn again on Thursday night. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really don't have any funny stories besides driving away from the beach with the trunk hanging open (luckily none of our stuff came out)....o and besides driving all the way from Bear Lake to Logan with the emergency break on (luckily it wasn't my car and it seems to be doing fine)---insert appropriate apology to Shanna :)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that the lake was extremely cold, which caused some anxiety on the way there. Fortunately for us the Lake was on our side, it was so warm!!! I cannot be happier with our trip. I will be returning soon! Here is a portion of the pics that I took. You can find more on my facebook page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5Ph1L0A2I/AAAAAAAABGw/nw2YwhqpEmg/s1600-h/Beach12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5Ph1L0A2I/AAAAAAAABGw/nw2YwhqpEmg/s400/Beach12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311648875742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5PheDX06I/AAAAAAAABGo/-LXlDFvdc00/s1600-h/Beach11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5PheDX06I/AAAAAAAABGo/-LXlDFvdc00/s400/Beach11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311642666324898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5PhMPxtVI/AAAAAAAABGg/llDsmQCG21I/s1600-h/Beach10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5PhMPxtVI/AAAAAAAABGg/llDsmQCG21I/s400/Beach10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311637886514514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5Pgpk5UTI/AAAAAAAABGY/dpEgHPV2I5I/s1600-h/Beach9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5Pgpk5UTI/AAAAAAAABGY/dpEgHPV2I5I/s400/Beach9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311628579852594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OUdWei1I/AAAAAAAABGQ/85xNhcmXiSg/s1600-h/Beach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OUdWei1I/AAAAAAAABGQ/85xNhcmXiSg/s400/Beach8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363310319628094290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OT2UCxFI/AAAAAAAABGI/i67DitAA68g/s1600-h/Beach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OT2UCxFI/AAAAAAAABGI/i67DitAA68g/s400/Beach7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363310309148902482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OTdgJR2I/AAAAAAAABGA/43vcsw5KMjY/s1600-h/Beach6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OTdgJR2I/AAAAAAAABGA/43vcsw5KMjY/s400/Beach6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363310302488774498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OSwru77I/AAAAAAAABF4/3h5nb-6D5bU/s1600-h/Beach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5OSwru77I/AAAAAAAABF4/3h5nb-6D5bU/s400/Beach4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363310290457784242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5NJe1xbII/AAAAAAAABFw/eMmHRylHQjU/s1600-h/Beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5NJe1xbII/AAAAAAAABFw/eMmHRylHQjU/s400/Beach3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363309031537601666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5NJE5usAI/AAAAAAAABFo/S87iU-5DMsk/s1600-h/Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5NJE5usAI/AAAAAAAABFo/S87iU-5DMsk/s400/Beach2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363309024574877698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5MhEOKv_I/AAAAAAAABFg/WqSYpEcPTuQ/s1600-h/Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5MhEOKv_I/AAAAAAAABFg/WqSYpEcPTuQ/s400/Beach1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363308337197400050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5LJB_ndXI/AAAAAAAABFY/_GdY8dF1-nA/s1600-h/Beach5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5LJB_ndXI/AAAAAAAABFY/_GdY8dF1-nA/s400/Beach5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363306824771007858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4685325307854794773?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4685325307854794773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4685325307854794773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4685325307854794773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4685325307854794773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/bear-lake.html' title='Bear Lake'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sm5Ph1L0A2I/AAAAAAAABGw/nw2YwhqpEmg/s72-c/Beach12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8034241507888271031</id><published>2009-07-19T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:12:52.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Friday morning we headed out on the open road for Anthony's Step Moms family reunion. We didn't think we were going to be able to go due to work, but it all came together at the last moment. I want to take this moment to apologize (again) and to give a confession that happened during the reunion. I will apologize in letter form.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear __________(Insert Secret Person),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologize again for walking in on you without a shirt. Although I feel as if it is 95% your fault, I still feel a small amount of guilt. I woke from my slumbers and had to use the restroom....and stat! I walked through the house and found an open door (please let me emphasize OPEN) and what did I find....YOU, without a shirt. Its okay, I understand, everyone was over getting breakfast, and we are all family. But I felt like you could at least have closed the door. Anyways, I'm sorry I startled you, and I'm sorry that I ran out of the house the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the confession. Remember when I was walking FROM breakfast, and you were walking TO breakfast?You were approaching me, we were the only ones around. You got closer, and then you almost started to talk to me.  Well remember I grabbed my phone from my pocket and started to talk to my mom? Well, I want to be honest with you. There was no one on the phone. Its all a LIE! I really needed to avoid the awkwardness of discussing the shirt situation. So there it is, out in the open. I'm SORRY! I hope that we can get over this hurdle and that we can forget about it. I really hope that in reunions to come we can act as if it never happened. Thanks so much for your consideration in this matter. Love ya! Love Linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all of that aside, we had a great time. It is such a great family. During every activity and meal I got a better understanding of who they are and how much love they have for each other. Thanks every one for the fantastic meals and the friendly smiles. We look forward to reunions to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8034241507888271031?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8034241507888271031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8034241507888271031' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8034241507888271031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8034241507888271031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6620684812314160363</id><published>2009-07-13T18:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:00:29.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Menu.....</title><content type='html'>I go to Chili's periodically. My favorite thing on their menu is the quesidilla explosion salad. Although it is a salad, it doesn't mean it is healthy. It is packed to the brim with calories, around 850. Because my daily allowance is only 1000 calories, I have had to say goodbye to that lovely salad. As of lately I have found a new item to enjoy. The chicken fajita pita has half the calories at a slimming 380. Because I love it so much I decided to recreate it at home, and I actually enjoy my sauce more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipes is a serving size of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Flat Pita Bread&lt;br /&gt;1 Red Bell Pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 Green Bell Pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 Yellow Onion&lt;br /&gt;2 Chicken Breast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tbs Extra Virgin Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. Sour Cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. Mild Salsa&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tbs. Taco Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop peppers and onion into small slices. Heat in skillet. Meanwhile slice up thin pieces of chicken and throw in skillet. Add salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chicken is cooking stir sour cream, salsa and seasoning together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before chicken is thoroughly cooked, set the oven to broil.  rub oil over pita and place in oven for about 5 minutes, or until corners are golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chicken and vegetables on pita and spoon a tbs of sauce over chicken and Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlvgqQMss2I/AAAAAAAABDc/StVhZjrhYso/s1600-h/P7130214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlvgqQMss2I/AAAAAAAABDc/StVhZjrhYso/s400/P7130214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358123198194692962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It tastes better than this picture makes it look***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6620684812314160363?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6620684812314160363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6620684812314160363' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6620684812314160363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6620684812314160363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-menu.html' title='On the Menu.....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlvgqQMss2I/AAAAAAAABDc/StVhZjrhYso/s72-c/P7130214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8906327199679452892</id><published>2009-07-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:16:15.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shannabrough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanna&lt;/a&gt; has a really spunky and entertaining step daughter named Ivy. She is here from Florida for 3 weeks. She decided to take her to lagoon. Shanna is a ride wimp, therefore she invited me to go so that Ivy would have someone to ride with. We then decided that it would be a better idea if &lt;a href="http://jillyoung4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; came too so that if I couldn't handle all the excitement, then Jill would be there to pick up the pieces. We had so much fun! We started off with Lagoon-a-beach. Lots of floating down the lazy river went on...the only story I have from the beach is this small moment......It started at the top of a tube slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe this ride. Firstly, you walk up about a million stairs...no biggie, my big butt needs it. After getting to the top with my huge tube you (and about 10 other peeps) try your darn hardest to get on the tube in the water. There's a lot of legs and wailing going on. Then the tube slide "supervisor" pushes you down the slide. You go around one small little curve and then you slow down to another lil pool around where you wait to be pushed down by  another "supervisor"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I understand that this may not make any sense. It does in my head though...so instead of trying to explain in more detail I choose to just move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after the first turn there was a witch supervisor that blocked the next curve of the slide. This was our conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Please keep in mind that I am vulnerable on a tube***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch:&lt;/span&gt; You have to take your shirt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch: &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Because I CAN'T (I am starting to panic, if I felt comfortable enough with my body, don't you think I would be wearing a small bikini instead of the long board shorts and shirt???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch:&lt;/span&gt; Well is it a swim shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; YES! (this was a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch:&lt;/span&gt; No its not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well I will absolutely not take my shirt off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch:&lt;/span&gt; Well you are not allowed to go down then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; FINE! (where did she think I was going to go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slide Witch:&lt;/span&gt; Fine I will let you down, but you cannot get back on again, you shirt will get snagged on the slide and I will get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;She then pushes me down the slide. And I continued to think...&lt;br /&gt;How would my shirt get snagged on the slide...I'm on a tube. After discussing with Jill and Shanna we decided she is just a power hungry 16 year old. I guess kudos for her for following the rules. I went on other slides before her and nobody else had had a problem with my attire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that I was a lil bugged and we all were a water logged. We then spent the next 5 hours riding every ride in lagoon (all the ride worthy rides I mean). Here's some pics. Enjoy. Sorry I ranted about the slide witch for so long. She bugged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and ps. I have a really wicked sun burn on my nose and forehead...its a sight to see (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0i7WNdkI/AAAAAAAABC0/P12Vebb4s2A/s1600-h/Lagoon8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0i7WNdkI/AAAAAAAABC0/P12Vebb4s2A/s320/Lagoon8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357019162664072770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the "beach" to open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0jKqI6rI/AAAAAAAABC8/cWkgeDz9rDg/s1600-h/Lagoon9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0jKqI6rI/AAAAAAAABC8/cWkgeDz9rDg/s320/Lagoon9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357019166774192818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0XgyGb3I/AAAAAAAABB8/4fWJvYwm9EY/s1600-h/Lagoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0XgyGb3I/AAAAAAAABB8/4fWJvYwm9EY/s320/Lagoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357018966554734450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0X3flAqI/AAAAAAAABCE/07QQEmJdhcE/s1600-h/Lagoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0X3flAqI/AAAAAAAABCE/07QQEmJdhcE/s320/Lagoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357018972651061922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see us?...yeah I don't either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0irvURZI/AAAAAAAABCs/_J-65FmuVPs/s1600-h/Lagoon7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0irvURZI/AAAAAAAABCs/_J-65FmuVPs/s320/Lagoon7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357019158474409362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha this one is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0iSkPgGI/AAAAAAAABCk/gew0YgFSQlg/s1600-h/Lagoon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0iSkPgGI/AAAAAAAABCk/gew0YgFSQlg/s320/Lagoon6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357019151717072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0YBA10wI/AAAAAAAABCM/wXDNqjZuazI/s1600-h/Lagoon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0YBA10wI/AAAAAAAABCM/wXDNqjZuazI/s320/Lagoon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357018975206494978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0YXo7YyI/AAAAAAAABCU/Ic-wIoEGozY/s1600-h/Lagoon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0YXo7YyI/AAAAAAAABCU/Ic-wIoEGozY/s320/Lagoon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357018981280211746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1o5lQriI/AAAAAAAABDE/AhH_-U0lpLc/s1600-h/Lagoon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1o5lQriI/AAAAAAAABDE/AhH_-U0lpLc/s320/Lagoon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357020364781170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1pPYg6LI/AAAAAAAABDM/jzo5DRAMILo/s1600-h/Lagoon10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1pPYg6LI/AAAAAAAABDM/jzo5DRAMILo/s320/Lagoon10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357020370633287858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1pdr86LI/AAAAAAAABDU/IhYBBqdErtM/s1600-h/Lagoon11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf1pdr86LI/AAAAAAAABDU/IhYBBqdErtM/s320/Lagoon11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357020374472911026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8906327199679452892?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8906327199679452892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8906327199679452892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8906327199679452892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8906327199679452892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Slf0i7WNdkI/AAAAAAAABC0/P12Vebb4s2A/s72-c/Lagoon8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-7017549122574264540</id><published>2009-07-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:33:21.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUEBERRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFg6xwdSOI/AAAAAAAABA4/v4RCxzmNcbY/s1600-h/P7050196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFg6xwdSOI/AAAAAAAABA4/v4RCxzmNcbY/s320/P7050196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167994825492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love lazy summer Sundays! After sitting around most of the day I decided to get off my butt and do something. I remember I had a million and 1 blueberries in the fridge that I needed to give some lovin to. Therefore I made these 3 yummy recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Blueberry-Lemon-Bread-2/Detail.aspx"&gt;Lemon Blueberry Bread&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Blueberry-Orange-Bread/Detail.aspx"&gt;Blueberry Orange Bread&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/jamsjellies/r/bln594.htm"&gt;Blueberry Jam&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/jamsjellies/r/bln594.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house smells amazing! And the blueberries are so yummy and such a beautiful color. I got 2 huge packs at Costco. Go get some while they are still in season. Ive been eating them for breakfast with a granola and yogurt...yum yum. Anyways, that was my Sunday. I have no complaints. The kitchen is now clean and the dishes are washing in the dishwasher. I'm now going to sit down with a big slice of some blueberry orange bread and enjoy the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I still have a huge bowl left of blueberries, if you have any delicious recipes, let me know. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFdmk0_SII/AAAAAAAABAA/d11AbwWVQUs/s1600-h/P7050192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFdmk0_SII/AAAAAAAABAA/d11AbwWVQUs/s320/P7050192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355164349222570114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFgtupOH-I/AAAAAAAABAw/LYt2sMW_aek/s1600-h/P7050195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFgtupOH-I/AAAAAAAABAw/LYt2sMW_aek/s320/P7050195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167770651533282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFhYxA_7TI/AAAAAAAABBI/02uaWNr7w-E/s1600-h/P7050207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFh2ofct5I/AAAAAAAABBY/ZrL936Y7K40/s320/P7050213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169023130384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFiNrwpSYI/AAAAAAAABBg/0siB9bRCFIg/s1600-h/P7050212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFiNrwpSYI/AAAAAAAABBg/0siB9bRCFIg/s320/P7050212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169419144808834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFiN6--2rI/AAAAAAAABBo/hFqN33SJpFM/s1600-h/P7050199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFiN6--2rI/AAAAAAAABBo/hFqN33SJpFM/s320/P7050199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355169423231474354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-7017549122574264540?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/7017549122574264540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=7017549122574264540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7017549122574264540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7017549122574264540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/blueberries.html' title='BLUEBERRIES'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlFg6xwdSOI/AAAAAAAABA4/v4RCxzmNcbY/s72-c/P7050196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3943984964997357468</id><published>2009-07-05T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:41:29.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Me and Anthony had a busy/fun filled weekend....Did the title give it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Friday we headed down to Tremonton for the night. We played water balloon volleyball, ate dads yummy dutch oven potatoes and bbq chicken. We attempted to light some fireworks, but soon after it started to get really windy....its ALWAYS windy in Tremonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Anthony and my dad got up at 5am and went fishing. Of course me and My mom slept in (: We then went to the store and picked up some supplies and I made some really cute cupcakes from my new cupcake book (thanks again Debbie). I also made a cheese ball for Shannas 4th of July bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 we finally made it to Shannas where we indulged in lots and lots of yummy food and fun company. Afterwards me and Anthony decided to stay at the inn since it was so slow due to the holiday. We stayed in Romeo'e Retreat. Kristi and Matt met up with us and we all went up on the top of the parking structure and watched all the fireworks. You could see all of downtown. It was so much fun! All in all it was a really great weekend. I hope everyone had a safe and fun weekend too! Heres a couple of pics from my moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9hANWNkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/u5F8J6_XEwo/s1600-h/P7030185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9hANWNkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/u5F8J6_XEwo/s320/P7030185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058700377011778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom squishing my face...I wuv her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9g_pvHiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/43wtOrE3yPE/s1600-h/P7030184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9g_pvHiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/43wtOrE3yPE/s320/P7030184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058700227649058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi getting squirted lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-z-7BrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tdzLJaABkbc/s1600-h/P7030182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-z-7BrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tdzLJaABkbc/s320/P7030182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058112979732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put Matt in charge of filling the water balloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-Xi1f_I/AAAAAAAAA-A/J_7KIN5yZ0o/s1600-h/P7030179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-Xi1f_I/AAAAAAAAA-A/J_7KIN5yZ0o/s320/P7030179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058105345736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the action shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-F80mTI/AAAAAAAAA94/A-cJg985CNg/s1600-h/P7030177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD8-F80mTI/AAAAAAAAA94/A-cJg985CNg/s320/P7030177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058100622891314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.V.P's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD89g2ZjqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Flnr0olQPho/s1600-h/P7030170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD89g2ZjqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Flnr0olQPho/s320/P7030170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058090663841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi and her bf Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD87wTkJdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pDH-W8w2T3g/s1600-h/P7030171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD87wTkJdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/pDH-W8w2T3g/s320/P7030171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058060452963794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi, Me and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9hVY2JzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U6wagZBomlY/s1600-h/P7030190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9hVY2JzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U6wagZBomlY/s320/P7030190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058706062386994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhasuted from our game lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlEBulpETLI/AAAAAAAAA-o/e6vgXEIHhM4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlEBulpETLI/AAAAAAAAA-o/e6vgXEIHhM4/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355063331810200754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My corn cupcakes LOL....get it....they look like ears of corn LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-3943984964997357468?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/3943984964997357468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=3943984964997357468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3943984964997357468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3943984964997357468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SlD9hANWNkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/u5F8J6_XEwo/s72-c/P7030185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-477450117392288327</id><published>2009-06-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:38:21.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man across the street......</title><content type='html'>I looked out the window and what did I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well definitely not popcorn popping on the apricot tree. No! Instead I saw this. Please keep in mind that this is not the first time I have had the unfortunate opportunity to view this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkrHcq62kyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_Fx6PQg-W1M/s1600-h/P6300168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkrHcq62kyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_Fx6PQg-W1M/s400/P6300168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310402454655778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the quality of the photo....I had to sneak behind the curtains, and in between the blinds to get this shot....Also the flash went off, which put me in a panic attack........What if his just as hot partner saw the flash from my house....O boy! ** Do you see the light in his window...ahahah yep thats me lol***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to shout to the world that this is WRONG!!! Let this be a warning...and a reminder, PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOUR NEIGHBORS! Be weary of your cracks at all times! This shouldn't be too much to ask....Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Linds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-477450117392288327?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/477450117392288327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=477450117392288327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/477450117392288327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/477450117392288327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-man-across-street.html' title='To the man across the street......'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkrHcq62kyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/_Fx6PQg-W1M/s72-c/P6300168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8631355848394477339</id><published>2009-06-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:18:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Treat</title><content type='html'>I recently bought "The Biggest Loser Cookbook". It has proven to be a great buy. Tonight I made two delicious recipes from the book. For dinner we started off with a healthy spinach salad, with only almonds and frozen peas. Then the entree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Skljjht-OQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ENDIGm8VEcM/s1600-h/P6290167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Skljjht-OQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ENDIGm8VEcM/s320/P6290167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352919094104307970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Top Photo from Cookbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sklk2tr6McI/AAAAAAAAA8w/1q16pMGgfbI/s1600-h/P6290158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sklk2tr6McI/AAAAAAAAA8w/1q16pMGgfbI/s320/P6290158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352920523246023106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there isn't a pic of the sauce, we ate it too quickly to get a pic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sklk2e9TvlI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uRXcs7OiSxY/s1600-h/P6290156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sklk2e9TvlI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uRXcs7OiSxY/s320/P6290156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352920519292468818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These pics look horrible, but I wanted the world to know that I really did make it (:*&lt;br /&gt;YUM! It was so good. I made chicken meatballs and homemade tomato sauce. The chicken took the longest time I had to cut up all the chicken by hand. I then mixed it with egg whites, basil, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; breadcrumbs, garlic powder, and onions. I couldn't tell you how much of each item I used, I kind of just threw it all in. Then I toasted the bread with some fake butter spray and sprinkle some more basil and mozzarella on it. After the bread was all toasted, I smothered the chicken and bread with my home made sauce. The sauce was really yummy and it was really easy. Basically it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; chunks(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; style), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; paste, basil, garlic, onions. It turned out amazing! I even pulled out the candles and cloth napkins for dinner tonight. Then came dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmCXpgYYI/AAAAAAAAA84/kfHZcongsVo/s1600-h/P6290165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmCXpgYYI/AAAAAAAAA84/kfHZcongsVo/s320/P6290165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352921823000420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super easy and so divine!!! (pic from cookbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, scrape out all the innards of a fresh lemon. Freeze it for 3 hours or more. Then right before you eat, blend fresh blackberries, vanilla yogurt, a tiny sprinkle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sm&lt;/span&gt; dash of lemon juice. Then shovel into lemon and enjoy. I put a couple of beautiful berries on top of ours as a garnish. Then I was so excited to eat it and forgot to take a pic of it. The color is beautiful against the yellow. I am going to make this for a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July party we are attending! I can't wait to make it again, its so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmDWhMi7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/29RADrheVEc/s1600-h/P6290161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmDWhMi7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/29RADrheVEc/s320/P6290161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352921839877000114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmDCKwqVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/F_LKU9Azol8/s1600-h/P6290163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmDCKwqVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/F_LKU9Azol8/s320/P6290163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352921834414188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmC2lVqHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KruPRStKxUs/s1600-h/P6290159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SklmC2lVqHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KruPRStKxUs/s320/P6290159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352921831304439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the "real" recipes for either of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt; items let me know. The lemon dessert was only about 200 calories, the chicken sandwich was about 400. Not bad for a whole meal, plus dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8631355848394477339?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8631355848394477339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8631355848394477339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8631355848394477339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8631355848394477339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-favorite-treat.html' title='New Favorite Treat'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Skljjht-OQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ENDIGm8VEcM/s72-c/P6290167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1131638949778163770</id><published>2009-06-27T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:50:44.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Cottonwood Canyon Hike</title><content type='html'>Anthony &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hiking. I, on the other hand........well I don't love it, per se, but I endure it. He decided to take me up Big Cottonwood Canyon this morning up the Mineral Flats Trail. It was beautiful! The temperature was perfect! I thought it was going to be a stroll in the park. He would never take me on a hike that was strenuous....or so I thought. After about 10 minutes I quickly discovered that this was not going to be so easy. It was all up hill. Up hill meaning mountain.  I was heaving, and clutching my lungs as if I was going to faint at any moment. He on the other hand was oblivious to any physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up about 3 miles. We were almost to the top (we had about 1/2 a mile) when I finally collapsed(not literally, I just stomped my feet and started pouting) and said "I can't do this anymore". He was a little bummed, but I felt as if I has gone as far as I possibly could. There wasn't much terrain that was level.....just all up (definitely hard on the moral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed back we did find a Geo Cache Site. It is totally dorky but in my own defense I think of it as treasure hunting. We finally found a orange little tube that had all the people that had visited the site. We added our names and put it back. There was another site that was supposedly a big green ammo box, that was going to have something exciting in it.....alas...after searching for 45 minutes we finally decided to abort and head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was fun though, we discussed that I'm not really a hiker, just a happy person that enjoys "nature walks". He is so set in getting to the destination, I am content with enjoying everything around me. We saw a couple of waterfalls and lots of bugs. I wanted to thanks Leonard again for the hydration pack and walking stick....those came in handy!!! We decided that we would come back and finish the hike in about a month. Hopefully by then I can do the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is probably really long but when we got back my feet, thighs, arms, butt...etc...etc were killing me. I took my shoes off and there was a huge chunk of skin off my foot and lots of blisters. Of course Anth didn't have any blisters......I have no idea how that was possible. I took lots of nasty pics of it and sent it to my mom with a cute lil message that said "IM ALIVE" I really am going to need another pedicure. Anyways, we had a good time together. 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She has started doing a date night every week. This is not new, lots of happy couple do this. I decided that me and Anthony really needed to start this. We both are so busy and at times it seems like we are just room mates. I discussed with him and he decided it would be beneficial. We set some rules. We would go every Thursday, I know today is Wednesday, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooops&lt;/span&gt;, I made plans for tomorrow already(Shanna &amp;amp; Jill, I'm so excited for the Arts festival tomorrow!). Also, the other rule is that out of the 4 weeks of the month, only two of the weeks can be an event where we spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was our first night. I got to choose what we did. I decided since it was such a beautiful day, we would go miniature golfing. It was so fun!!!! I totally was pummeled by Anthony's wicked skills, which is weird, because I some how managed to get two hole in ones!!! After we golfed we went to 7-11 for a much needed hydration break. I was going to be good and just get a water but then I noticed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt; that was sugar free!!! It was if the heavens had opened up just for me!!! Crystal light and less than 4 calories per ounce. I got a huge one! I added it up and it was about 130 calories...I got about half way through and got sick. I still am super full and all i want to do is barf it up. So I bet I only had about 65-70 calories worth. Which was a great treat...besides wanting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;purge&lt;/span&gt; of course. All in all it was a great night, and we discussed how great of an idea it was. I wonder where he will take me next week?!?! Enjoy the pics from my phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7I6qb7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gKVOdiiHog8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7I6qb7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gKVOdiiHog8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125096786980786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! we love us some mini golf!! Yes, I know my hair is cut, that is for another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7bf4u4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/4ECIIet1Mbw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7bf4u4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/4ECIIet1Mbw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125101774945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7KWzh9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7q7L4fdUci4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7KWzh9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7q7L4fdUci4/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125097173452754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second hole in one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD6zp1v6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/4nmKs310mGg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD6zp1v6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/4nmKs310mGg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125091079274402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;..action shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD6qD6wdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3gwuMshRjKc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD6qD6wdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3gwuMshRjKc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125088504299986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anth&lt;/span&gt; and a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkIox5EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ACrVnv8pkVU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkIox5EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ACrVnv8pkVU/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125801086608450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anth&lt;/span&gt;, happy to be away from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkTqIFHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9DJDPx0pG90/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkTqIFHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9DJDPx0pG90/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125804045046898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first hole in one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkpKiiXI/AAAAAAAAA54/k9hhyrNe90M/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMEkpKiiXI/AAAAAAAAA54/k9hhyrNe90M/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351125809818143090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sugar free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt;...right before I wanted to purge it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2118896803314033848?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2118896803314033848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2118896803314033848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2118896803314033848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2118896803314033848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-together.html' title='Better Together'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SkMD7I6qb7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/gKVOdiiHog8/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8382618567916574303</id><published>2009-06-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:07:10.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching The Big Announcement episode of The Jon and Kate plus Eight Show. I am beside myself with so many different emotions. I literally fell apart and cried while listening to Jon and Kate discuss their future. It is so upsetting to me to watch this precious family fall apart. Everyone is getting a divorce. I watch family members and friends as they deal with the same issues time and time again. I have thought in my head numerous times in the past year or two, "If Jon and Kate can make it, ANYONE can!" Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is hard, gosh is it hard! I have learned so many different strategies during the last couple of years. Its a battle between give and take. Also, working at your marriage is something that you can't ever put on the shelf.....not for a minute. I feel like I have lost a tiny bit of faith in marriage after watching what Jon and Kate has gone through. This is ridiculous I know....I don't personally know these people, I will probably never meet or even see them. But I feel for them, I sympathize and wish that things would have turned out differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Anthony, and I'm glad that we continue to strive to be better for each other, that we have been married in the Temple so that we can be together forever. I realize how emotional I may sound, and how bizarre this post may be, but for some reason, it hit close to home for me. I hope that everyone is doing well, and that their homes are a place of happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;-Linds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8382618567916574303?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8382618567916574303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8382618567916574303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8382618567916574303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8382618567916574303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5050898783319342181</id><published>2009-06-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:07:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A recommendation and a big THANKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sjq3_IPoDnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ejJx0PXb600/s1600-h/51isr1qeA3L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sjq3_IPoDnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ejJx0PXb600/s400/51isr1qeA3L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348789802628550258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such an adorable book! If you love making creative cupcakes, I recommend getting it!!! I got it from Debbie (Anthony's adorable step mom) for my birthday. We had the whole clan over for dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give a shout out to everyone for coming and for making my birthday a special one! Thanks, Leonard, Debbie, Mike, Erin, Cameron &amp;amp; Stacie, Grandma Pat, Tyrel and Haven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely spoiled! I got some hiking stuff, perfume, a super cute hat, bracelets, blow dryer, gift cards, and some really cute cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I can't forget Anths mom and Step dad for getting me some really cute cushions for my patio chairs. And Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Hammond for the Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Kristi, Josh, Varinia and Jaden. Thanks so much for driving all the way down here on Saturday. I love the many things you got for me. Kristi...The table runner looks adorable in the kitchen, also I love the earring! Mom and Dad, Thanks for the perfume, and movie. I have used both of them numerous times already lol. Josh and Varinia and Jaden, Thanks for the Gift Card, I can't wait to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I got completely spoiled! I'm so glad I got to see everyone tho! It was so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5050898783319342181?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5050898783319342181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5050898783319342181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5050898783319342181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5050898783319342181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/recommendation-and-big-thanks.html' title='A recommendation and a big THANKS!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sjq3_IPoDnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ejJx0PXb600/s72-c/51isr1qeA3L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2415064303370317241</id><published>2009-06-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:02:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love today!</title><content type='html'>Today has been amazing! Nothing has happened, and I love it! I had a really crazy weekend which included 2 bday parties, lots of hours at work, and lots of rushing around. I will post pics from birthday parties tomorrow....after my last one lol. Birthdays are crazy when you have 3 families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....today consisted of me waking up at 10 (I know! So disgustingly lazy!). I decided I would color my hair. So after about 2 hours of coloring and only getting a couple of spots on the bathroom rug, my pj pants, and counter, I finally accomplished it. My hair is now a burgundy color. It looks nice. Not too drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SjgjUN-EpRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rf5Y6IGWnjY/s1600-h/P6160104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SjgjUN-EpRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rf5Y6IGWnjY/s400/P6160104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348063387756832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kind of hard to tell, it is red tho)&lt;br /&gt;After I cleaned up my mess, I decided to go to the store and pick up dinner supplies for the party tomorrow. I had a good time, no rush. I got home put all the groceries away and then realized I hadn't eaten all day. I then made me a delicious cheese, canadian bacon, and salsa omelet for a total of only 190 calories. I took my delicious lunch outside on the patio. It was such a magical moment to sit outside without the rain and sweaty sun. I read a couple chapters of a recent book and just enjoyed my life. It was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SjgkALAnmdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/BYRNGrrPz0o/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SjgkALAnmdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/BYRNGrrPz0o/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348064142876449234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now enjoying some mango while watching "He's just not that into you" for the second time this week. It is my current favorite flick. So funny, I recomment it 100%.  To some it may sound like a totally lame day, but I have loved it! The house is clean, I haven't had one call from work, and I am back in my pjs. Awww yes....this is bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2415064303370317241?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2415064303370317241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2415064303370317241' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2415064303370317241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2415064303370317241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-today.html' title='I love today!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SjgjUN-EpRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rf5Y6IGWnjY/s72-c/P6160104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2831930372568649067</id><published>2009-06-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:59:45.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I am 3 days into this diet. It seems kind of silly to be doing an update already but I feel as if I have made so much progress already. Sunday night I put together a menu for the whole week. Then I calculated all the calories I would be consuming each day. It was amazing to me to see how every little thing adds up so quickly. Who knew that sunflower seeds were so caloric? I have to shout to the world of a couple of accomplishments I have made in the last 3 days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Yesterday I went with Shanna to pick up treats for our monthly front desk meeting. We went to Cummings to get a couple dozen chocolate covered strawberries. You can now purchase them at the inn so we wanted the employees to try them out. While at Cummings they asked us which free sample we wanted.......I didn't get one!!! Was it on my menu for the day? No! So therefore I skipped it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Did I eat 1, 2 or 3 chocolate covered strawberries during the meeting? NO!!!! GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LINDS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Did I scarf down the Cafe Rio Nachos that Jill freely offered....NO! (that one was hard tho!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 When the big time boss came from Logan today for a visit and offered more Strawberries, did I gobble them up? NO! HURRAY FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LINDS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This diet ("life style change") is my Everest. It feels like I am at the summit. I just need to keep climbing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; this sounds so corny!!!) I am going to make it I can just tell! I am ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share two simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; recipes that I have tried. I recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Beans and Avocado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Avocado-Cut in half and pit (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dur&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;1 can black beans (I only used half)&lt;br /&gt;some fresh garlic&lt;br /&gt;chopped up red and green peppers&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly stir the last 6 items. Place them in the avocado and enjoy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 250 cal !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just made this ahead for my lunch tomorrow. I plan on an apple and string cheese with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheat Fake Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 wheat tortilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup pizza sauce (I used a little less)&lt;br /&gt;5 slices of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt; bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broil in oven until cheese is melted&lt;br /&gt;fold over in half&lt;br /&gt;Only 320 Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ate this for dinner with fresh corn on the cob and a cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soy milk&lt;/span&gt;.....some may say that eating a 200 cal frozen dinner would have been better, but would have filled me up? No! I am full, and satisfied....AND I don't need dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good! If you have any pieces of advice or yummy recipes under 400 cal, please pass them along! I am going to go a whole month without any treats. So please don't send desserts. I will get bitter and angry...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2831930372568649067?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2831930372568649067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2831930372568649067' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2831930372568649067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2831930372568649067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6308663382973619533</id><published>2009-06-07T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:30:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics (sm amount) more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiyTxv4JOSI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EElgpnxnh90/s1600-h/zion5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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While in St. George I noticed how much weight I had put on. Of course I knew it, the pants are tighter, the face is bloated, the swimming suit is still unappealing. It just got to me I guess. After complaining all weekend my Mom made me a deal. I have until Dec 31 to lose 50 pounds. If by Dec 31 I have made huge progress then she will send me and Anthony to Disneyland for 4 days. I was kind of apprehensive at first. That is a ton of weight. But what do I have to lose? Just the idea of being able to find clothes that fit will be a reward. I am going grocery shopping tomorrow to get lots of healthy foods. I'm going to commit to no more red meat (after my birthday party this weekend) and due to my stomach issues I am going to stop milk and switch to soy milk. This is going to be a hard endeavor. I have dieted a lot, and I know how hard it is going to do. But I really want a trip LOL...especially since it would be just me and Anthony. And I really want to be happy again. Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-7215084164260428475?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/7215084164260428475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=7215084164260428475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7215084164260428475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7215084164260428475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-or-may-not-happen.html' title='May or May Not Happen'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-9181336348880779999</id><published>2009-06-07T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:03:11.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George &amp; Zions</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a relaxing trip in St. George with my family. My weekend was filled with lots of trips to the swimming pool, games, hikes, food, and laughing at all the silly things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt; (nephew) did. The first night we got in late so we basically just ate dinner and then went to bed. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day we went up snow canyon, had a picnic and took a little nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anth&lt;/span&gt;, Josh and Dad went to Zions and hiked a couple of miles up the narrows. The narrows is a river.....the water came up to my waste sometimes, it was freezing!!! I don't have any pics of that just yet. My dad took all those pictures. I will hopefully get them from him within the next day or two. The hike was exhausting. It was a constant fear that I would fall over in the river and be completely drenched, it was windy and only in the 70's so we had goosebumps most of the time. We went up about 2 miles and then noticed that the sky was getting pretty dark. We were warned about flash floods so we decided to head back. It was a good idea because about 20 minutes after we got out of the water it started to rain. I only ended up with 2 blisters and a sore back (: We got back to the condo and I immediately jumped into the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got up, packed and headed home. It was a really fun time! Thanks Mom and Dad for the great vacation! Love you tons and tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; a few pics. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; as good as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zions&lt;/span&gt; pics tho (again, they will be posted soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc25yXm-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/js6NO96Qv2U/s1600-h/P6040008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc25yXm-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/js6NO96Qv2U/s320/P6040008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344748956076710882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc2kHR3-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/n4p31YKBLzQ/s1600-h/P6040011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc2kHR3-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/n4p31YKBLzQ/s320/P6040011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344748950258835426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc2dqVP_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/-PEX8eFsUes/s1600-h/P6050015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SixjIwCqmII/AAAAAAAAA0g/FzKxgxG5o8Q/s320/P6050020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344755859768121474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-9181336348880779999?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/9181336348880779999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=9181336348880779999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/9181336348880779999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/9181336348880779999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/06/st-george-zions.html' title='St. George &amp; Zions'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sixc25yXm-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/js6NO96Qv2U/s72-c/P6040008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4099257847728076534</id><published>2009-05-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:01:47.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park City Overnighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4brp2H-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TMuaacEIsnU/s1600-h/parkcity4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4brp2H-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TMuaacEIsnU/s320/parkcity4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823787496513506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3yeyKZYI/AAAAAAAAAyM/mb3eQ68I6i0/s1600-h/parkcity5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3yeyKZYI/AAAAAAAAAyM/mb3eQ68I6i0/s320/parkcity5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823079667099010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park city is so close! Every time I arrive to that glorious city I always ask myself why it had been such a long time since I had been away. Shanna received a gift certificate from a local bed and breakfast. It was a free night stay to &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://washingtonschoolinn.com/"&gt;The Washington School Inn&lt;/a&gt;. We decided we would have a romantic night away from the men in our lives. It proved to be a great decision, because we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a cute little tour of the building we decided to get a pedicure. Before I begin with that I would like to recommend this lil treasure of a building. It is adorable! As the name basically gives it away, it use to be a school before an inn. Therefore, all the rooms are named after school teachers. We stayed in the Ms. Patterson room. It is only about $150 in the summer. They provide a great breakfast in the morning too. But be advised, I would stay away from it during the winter, the price shoots up to about $700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went and pampered ourselves with pedicures. I have never gotten one before because of my ugly feet fears. I had such a great time. The Asian pro scrubbed and cleaned and massaged my legs, I purred like cat! He asked me what was wrong with my toes this is the conversation I had with him....&lt;br /&gt;Asian Pro: What wrong with toe?&lt;br /&gt;Linds: Umm nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Asian Pro: No, you file down toenail? Too small!&lt;br /&gt;Linds: hahah, no I didn't file them, my toenails are just really really small!&lt;br /&gt;***Awkward silence***&lt;br /&gt;Linds:its a family thing&lt;br /&gt;Asian Pro:eeeew wow! Small small toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with Jill. I love her. We then went to loco lizard, and then stuffed ourselves. If you want to stop reading its fine. This is already long and boring, but I will continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we decided to walk around main street. Although it was a Friday night and only around 9:00, lots of the shops were closing. We went to a couple but were soon kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3xl75ajI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JTvq-kiAQYk/s1600-h/parkcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3xl75ajI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JTvq-kiAQYk/s320/parkcity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823064407108146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3x7vW_xI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-petfuIPNJ4/s1600-h/parkcity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3x7vW_xI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-petfuIPNJ4/s320/parkcity1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823070260100882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3yKLT22I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BOv0r_JKlPM/s1600-h/parkcity3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH3yKLT22I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BOv0r_JKlPM/s320/parkcity3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823074135432034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4bn2eNXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aHJechGq8GY/s1600-h/parkcity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4bn2eNXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aHJechGq8GY/s320/parkcity2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823786475730290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our travels we met a really strange man. He was holding a falcon. We walked past him and we must have looks really curious and I'm sure we were talking really loud because he screamed out "ITS A FALCON!" And although we were already a couple of strides past him we turned around and approached him. We asked him what he was doing...Here is the conversation that followed. (If you are still reading, I applaud you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falcon Man:You can touch him if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Jill and Shanna proceed to touch him, I pull out my phone and snap a picture (:&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Shanna or Linds: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Falcon: Well, I am waiting for the crew, we are shooting a film and the falcon is in it.&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Shanna or Linds: What is it called?&lt;br /&gt;Falcon Man:It is called endangered animals (or something like that). This falcon has done a lot of films.&lt;br /&gt;***He then pulls out a binder with lots of pictures of celebrities holding this infamous falcon***&lt;br /&gt;Falcon Man: Go ahead ask me any celebrity, I will have him in this binder.&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Shanna or Linds: BRAD PITT!&lt;br /&gt;Falcon Man: Oh ummmmm, hes in my other binder (BS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ask some more questions about his funny eye covers and then Jill or Shanna asked him one or two more questions that had already been answered. We finally broke away from him and searched for something else to do. We also decided he was creepy and that he was most likely a liar. He was a great form of entertainment regardless tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4-nJrHDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2CbfYXVNvaI/s1600-h/parkcity9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4-nJrHDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2CbfYXVNvaI/s320/parkcity9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341824387583253554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice the binder it is sitting on. Such bull crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the last place open. A bar. We hid back in the far corner secluded from everyone and sat. I drank lots of water and we all giggled about the funny people around us. We (meaning mostly me) couldn't believe how obnoxious drunk people are. It was funny and exhausting. We finally got into bed around 1am. This morning when we woke up we got ready and headed to the outlet malls. Shanna surprised me with a $50 dollar gift card (THANKS AGAIN SHANNA AND SUMMER!!!) for an early birthday gift and we shopped until it was gone...I may or may not have gone over the 50 (: Anyways, it was a great stay! I came home to a clean house, and a garden in the front with a whole new watering system so I wouldn't even have to babysit the plants. What a great man! Hope everyone had a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4cDnHgdI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o66IKGLxbIQ/s1600-h/parkcity8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4cDnHgdI/AAAAAAAAAy0/o66IKGLxbIQ/s320/parkcity8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823793927520722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jill bought a troll chocolate troll. Shanna, luckily was kind enough to open it for her. You will see that troll numerous times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4cFtqu-I/AAAAAAAAAys/U7ICcqPbhAo/s1600-h/parkcity7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4cFtqu-I/AAAAAAAAAys/U7ICcqPbhAo/s320/parkcity7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823794491866082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4byx3d1I/AAAAAAAAAyk/EmEOeZZP7PI/s1600-h/parkcity6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4byx3d1I/AAAAAAAAAyk/EmEOeZZP7PI/s320/parkcity6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823789409204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4099257847728076534?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4099257847728076534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4099257847728076534' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4099257847728076534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4099257847728076534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/park-city-overnighter.html' title='Park City Overnighter'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SiH4brp2H-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TMuaacEIsnU/s72-c/parkcity4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5113590698370788411</id><published>2009-05-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:44:31.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip!</title><content type='html'>I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;I hiked about 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost bitten by a rattle snake.&lt;br /&gt;I peed in an ammo box (named groover) with a toilet seat over it.&lt;br /&gt;Did I shower butt naked behind a rock like the others?&lt;br /&gt;Heck NO! But I did shower behind that rock in clothes lol.&lt;br /&gt;I wore a bright orange handkerchief around my neck in hopes of not getting a sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a terrible sun burn on my arms, neck and face.&lt;br /&gt;I traded in my green flip flops for some hideous hiking boots.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear makeup for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about the desert, climate, animals, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Am I exhausted? YES!&lt;br /&gt;Do I have many stories to tell from this trip? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tiny portion of the pics we came home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you click on the picture of my flip flops you can see how hairy my feet were lol. Clearly I didn't get that portioned waxed. I just wanted the world to know that I do realize how nasty it looks. I get it! It truely shows how adventurous I was out there. 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height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShthZbRLSLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8P6J-E4QwOQ/s1600-h/P5230475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339968872622278834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShthZbRLSLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8P6J-E4QwOQ/s320/P5230475.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5113590698370788411?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5113590698370788411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5113590698370788411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5113590698370788411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5113590698370788411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-trip.html' title='My Trip!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShtcJlspdKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Ohfvr3OLojE/s72-c/P5230453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6812907884723952008</id><published>2009-05-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:33:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Today I experienced pain. I will explain the horror of leg waxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the salon and a nice lady asked me back to the room. She gave me a form and told me to fill it out and when I was finished she advised me to get on the table and put a towel on my legs....seems easy enough....or so I thought. After she left the room, everything seemed clear to me. This nice lady wanted me to drop my pants. If you know me....if you have even said hello to me, you know how insecure I am with things like this. I instantly shot up and peeked my head out the door. This is the conversation that enfolded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds: Ummmmm Question!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain Giver: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Linds: Uh, can I just roll my pants up?&lt;br /&gt;Pain Giver: Well, no we usually don't allow that because we don't want to risk getting wax on your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Linds:  ooooo no, its okay, I can just roll them up!!&lt;br /&gt;Pain Giver: Yeah, sorry, we usually don't.&lt;br /&gt;Linds: I DON'T EVEN LIKE THESE PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally convincing her that I wasn't going to drop my pants for her, I got on the bed. What happened the next 30 minutes was brutal. I want everyone to know though that I never once flinched, screamed, kicked or even teared up. I almost wish I would have handled it that way instead of what I really did. I talked, and talked and talked. I told this stranger about so many things. I told her about the whore that visits the inn frequently, I told her marriage things, how much I get paid, my fears of the upcoming Moab trip, and many many many things. I did not shut my mouth for 30 straight minutes. I think if I would have shut up for a second I wouldn't have been able to stand the pain lol. It is all so hilarious to me now. After she finished she got me set up for another appointment in 4 weeks. haha I don't know if I going to follow through with that or not. My legs were tingling for hours and red and sore. Here's a picture of what it looked like. I was going to post the before picture, but they really were nasty! So hairy, I just don't think I could let go of my pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS7ZiRBFBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/T4cVvHQ_2l0/s1600-h/Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS7ZiRBFBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/T4cVvHQ_2l0/s400/Legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338097505710183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! look how red they were! I took this fantastic picture while Shanna was being tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS80H6d0vI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xhthDHPyPzY/s1600-h/Shanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS80H6d0vI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xhthDHPyPzY/s400/Shanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099062004372210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to go in....we came from work...hence the work clothes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS9F61BpkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wpSBfN7jnJc/s1600-h/Linds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS9F61BpkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wpSBfN7jnJc/s400/Linds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099367729538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am still not sure if I recommend it or not. Give me a day or two for the shock to wear off. I am 100% sure of one thing though.....no way in heck would I ever do a brazilian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6812907884723952008?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6812907884723952008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6812907884723952008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6812907884723952008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6812907884723952008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ShS7ZiRBFBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/T4cVvHQ_2l0/s72-c/Legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2494553800905657782</id><published>2009-05-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:05:11.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a song.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sg9UQlMpKBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bhsFlokl888/s1600-h/kodiak_bear_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sg9UQlMpKBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bhsFlokl888/s400/kodiak_bear_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576727297107986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song of a Bear, Bear, Bear, who didn't have a thing he could Wear, Wear, Wear. So he Growled ferociously and scowled atrociously and grew himself a coat out of hair, hair, hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kristi had a tape with animal songs and that was one of them. Why am I blogging about that you may ask????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like a freakin BEAR! I am counting down the days when I get my nasty hairy legs waxed! I am going on a 5 day camping trip to Moab with the in laws. I decided that  I am going to be concerned about living through the event (I am NOT a hiker, and I have heard there are lots of spiders and creepy crawlies!). The last thing I want to be concerned about is my legs being hairy. The weather will be in the 90's and I refuse to take pants just because I won't be able to shave. So.....on Wednesday I will be getting these hairy beastly legs waxed. They have been growing in preparation for about 2 weeks. Anthony is horrified and I just cant take it anymore. The bear picture above is exactly what my legs look like....no lie! I am terrified. If anyone has done this adventurous ordeal, please let me know. Stories and advice would be fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sg9UQlDY1vI/AAAAAAAAAts/lvShvyZ9vbA/s1600-h/wax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sg9UQlDY1vI/AAAAAAAAAts/lvShvyZ9vbA/s400/wax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576727258289906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2494553800905657782?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2494553800905657782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2494553800905657782' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2494553800905657782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2494553800905657782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-song.html' title='This is a song.....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sg9UQlMpKBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bhsFlokl888/s72-c/kodiak_bear_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2783783452331735455</id><published>2009-05-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:08:43.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>Picture this, it is 10:00 at night. I am of course sitting on the computer numbing my brain with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and blogger when all of a sudden I hear someone turn the door knob. Then when that certain someone couldn't get the door opened, due to it being locked, the doorbell began to ring. I froze, Anthony jumped up. He looked through the peep hole and it was two men. They were pounding on the door. I begin to wonder what they could want....it's late, we don't know you! I turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; off and whisper (mostly begging) Anthony to not open the door. After about a minute we decide that they might be hurt or that they might have hit the car so we open the door. They were mumbling something about us letting them in....."Tell Corinna we are here"........After Anthony explained that they had the wrong door they stood there for a second and then walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified. I have never ever felt safe in this neighborhood. It frightens me to think that we could have answered the door and it could have ended differently. I know they were drunk. I know I am acting really really dramatic but when Anthony is concerned then I feel like I can be. We finally settled back in and I heard him say "That worries me". I feel the same way. I am thankful that we are safe and that we have each other. I also am thankful that we don't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ones on the west side. I am always super paranoid about EVERYTHING. It is due to many episodes of dateline and 48 hours mysteries, Grandma got me hooked years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel like I am overreacting and I feel as if I am 12 again. I'm sure once I fall asleep, it won't be such a big deal in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2783783452331735455?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2783783452331735455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2783783452331735455' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2783783452331735455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2783783452331735455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1445993494183133273</id><published>2009-05-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:32:55.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday KRISTI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW-QTfaELI/AAAAAAAAAss/yYwqHXsQk5I/s1600-h/Kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW-QTfaELI/AAAAAAAAAss/yYwqHXsQk5I/s320/Kristi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333878521009410226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRFDAY DEAR KRISTI!&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my big sis's BirFday! Last night we went over to her house and made home made pizza and had cake and ice cream. Of course I forgot my camera. I figured someone else would have brought theirs....nope, josh, and my mom and dad both forgot theirs, and Kristi's wasn't charged.....bummer! Its the inlaws turn to have us over for Mother's Day so I gave my mom her present last night too. She got a really cute pair of pj's and a pink fluffy robe. My sister got a cute pair of capris and flip flops from me. Her real present hasn't came in the mail yet, hopefully soon. I made Kristi a cute cake. It was a disaster from the very beginning. I planned on making a big huge bundt cake. I was going to have one layer of red velvet cake, then a layer of brownies, then another layer of cake. It was a really good idea in my head. After it was done cooking I pulled it out and let it cool. I then turned it over and half the cake was still in the pan......it was a very depressing moment. here is how it looks.... (the following pics are from my phone....sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4HtY7NyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vipCO1QgiLI/s1600-h/Kristi+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4HtY7NyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vipCO1QgiLI/s320/Kristi+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333871776272955170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the top has a small amount of red velvet. I was very grumpy. So I made an executive decision. I took a huge knife and cut off the small amount of red velvet and then cut the huge brownie part. I think I made the right decision. It looked much better and I knew we wouldn't be able to eat it all anyways. After decorating, this is how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4IUNDkCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yhuODjdFVho/s1600-h/Kristi+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4IUNDkCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yhuODjdFVho/s320/Kristi+cake+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333871786692153378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a pic of Kristi blowing out the candles. Jaden wanted to help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4IBOzVpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QgfwKSqOp2o/s1600-h/Kristi+Cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW4IBOzVpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QgfwKSqOp2o/s320/Kristi+Cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333871781599205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun night! She is a really great sister. She is hilarious and although she's not very good at the Wii (at least she wasn't last night) she has a lot of great attributes. Here's a few things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 She has curly hair just like me. But unlike me, she knows how to tame it, everyone always gives her compliments about it. It makes me jealous. They just touch mine and say "you have natural curly hair huh?".....in a sad pathetic voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 She has a very sweet heart. She has a special spot in her heart for animals. If it was allowed she would have tons and tons of pets, but for now she just has fish. She called me the other day and said that Sam (her fish) had died after 3 years. She was devastated! I was so impressed that a fish could live that long! When we have fish their life span is about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 She has an amazing photogenic brain!!! We will be watching a movie and I will see someone and I will say "what movie is that dude in?". She will have an answer within a minute. It sometimes is so annoying because I am terrible at that. Whenever its just me and Anthony he will always tell me to call Kristi....cuz she ALWAYS knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 She is hilarious! Whenever we are together we just laugh and laugh. We basically have the same brain.....besides the actors part. We can look at each other and know exactly what we are thinking. When we were little we would sit down for Sunday dinner and just laugh and laugh. We then would get in trouble and our parents would make us go to our rooms to calm down. We never really learned reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 She is creative. She probably will say that she isn't, but she really is. She is really good at interior decorating.  She doesn't do a lot of crafting, because she says that she can't. But she can! She is a wicked modge podger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU TONS KRISTI! HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1445993494183133273?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1445993494183133273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1445993494183133273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1445993494183133273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1445993494183133273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-kristi.html' title='Happy Birthday KRISTI!!!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SgW-QTfaELI/AAAAAAAAAss/yYwqHXsQk5I/s72-c/Kristi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-462798762291560735</id><published>2009-05-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:22:01.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsey &amp; Anthony</title><content type='html'>Very Seldom do I get to do a post about me and Anthony. But this is entirely about us!!! YAY!! We had a most wonderful weekend together! Since we were not able to do anything for our Anniversary we booked a night at the Castle Creek Inn. I won a free night stay at work at our Christmas party and I've been eagerly waiting to use it. It was such a fun night. When we arrived we walked around the beautiful grounds. I made Anthony take lots of corny pictures. He was really sweet to sit through all of them. He absolutely hates taking pictures. After that we went to our room and played uno and phase ten. To some people that may sound oober boring but it was so nice to sit with him. Its weird to see him without the laptop lol. There was no blaring TV or other distractions. It was heaven. We stayed in the Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet suite. It was adorable. I especially loved the lil balcony. All in all it was a fantastic stay that we both really needed. I told him that we are going to start going there every year. Besides the awkward moment when a past employee served me breakfast, it was perfect. 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Anthony'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sf-kMb1xI_I/AAAAAAAAArc/HTMOPh-M5w0/s72-c/P5030372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-7324294735960401079</id><published>2009-05-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:55:25.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendover-Part Deux</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Wendover....again. This time I went with my parents and sister Kristi. Before I begin with last nights activities I need to journey back to the past. When I was about 12 years old, there was a man. A man that I thought I would marry. His name was Bryan White. He was a country singer, with the most beautiful face I had ever seen. My mom also loved him, so much so that she would take us to his concerts. She also had a pillowcase of his face.....she slept with it for many years. After many years of singing, Brian White started getting anxious on stage, shortly after he was nowhere to be seen. Me, Kristi and my Mom were saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now flash forward 10 years. HES BACK!!! He had a concert in Wendover last night. It was so weird to see him sing again. He looks exactly the same. We were lucky enough to be on the 3rd&lt;br /&gt;row. After the concert me and about 100 other giddy woman got to meet him. He was really nice. Kristi was really quiet and just stared at him. I was babbling on about who knows what, and my mom was off in her own world talking to him too. After a minute of me going on he finally said "I can tell that she is the sarcastic one of the bunch."  It kind of took me off off guard, but it was funny none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd row seats!!!! All my concert pics are really blurry....sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfywGdi_XWI/AAAAAAAAApk/hZCeErHwNzs/s1600-h/P5010308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfywGdi_XWI/AAAAAAAAApk/hZCeErHwNzs/s320/P5010308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331329683956915554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfywGjINa0I/AAAAAAAAAps/ddY-BXc63Ps/s1600-h/P5010304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfywGjINa0I/AAAAAAAAAps/ddY-BXc63Ps/s320/P5010304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331329685455203138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfykn_Vek5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2J1xG2qaG2Q/s1600-h/P5010315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfykn_Vek5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/2J1xG2qaG2Q/s320/P5010315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331317065823196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfyko44xhNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VyFFuBRjJ9g/s1600-h/P5010318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfyko44xhNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/VyFFuBRjJ9g/s320/P5010318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331317081272059090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykoveDnGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/DtdX4GAi_VU/s1600-h/P5010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykoveDnGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/DtdX4GAi_VU/s320/P5010317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331317078744079458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykoFM4TuI/AAAAAAAAAns/h1okjoA-zDM/s1600-h/P5010316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykoFM4TuI/AAAAAAAAAns/h1okjoA-zDM/s320/P5010316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331317067397746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykpMXJFgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2twhPLu4HBA/s1600-h/P5010319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfykpMXJFgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2twhPLu4HBA/s320/P5010319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331317086499706370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's eyes are almost closed. We had to hurry so we couldn't get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_4M_mbI/AAAAAAAAAos/SgeVYUDzUtI/s1600-h/P5010321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_4M_mbI/AAAAAAAAAos/SgeVYUDzUtI/s320/P5010321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331319675248679346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off our autographed tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_iLe-YI/AAAAAAAAAok/neZXjilaN_I/s1600-h/P5010323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_iLe-YI/AAAAAAAAAok/neZXjilaN_I/s320/P5010323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331319669336766850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done with Brian we went back to the hotel room. Me and Kristi had our own room, and Mom and Dad had their own. After we locked ourselves out of our room and the front desk people had to come and get us back in we finally settled in around 12. I had brought some homemade facial scrub for me and kristi. It was pretty gross but it worked really well. Heres some hidious pictures of that ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you have to open your pores LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_IhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/VqLOtqsKRTQ/s1600-h/P5010329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym_IhFVmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/VqLOtqsKRTQ/s320/P5010329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331319662448039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym-gkP6rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/glGy-OkyN24/s1600-h/P5010327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sfym-gkP6rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/glGy-OkyN24/s320/P5010327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331319651723897522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the gross pictures...it was a mixture of honey, crushed almonds and egg whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfypBNzaUQI/AAAAAAAAApc/S2JZopp_CQw/s1600-h/P5010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfypBNzaUQI/AAAAAAAAApc/S2JZopp_CQw/s320/P5010330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331321897250083074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoYjDW_uI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NpRv7ncPp_s/s1600-h/P5010331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoYjDW_uI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NpRv7ncPp_s/s320/P5010331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331321198579482338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoY-HC40I/AAAAAAAAAo8/aGYFUexKI2I/s1600-h/P5010332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoY-HC40I/AAAAAAAAAo8/aGYFUexKI2I/s320/P5010332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331321205842699074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoZIQYp1I/AAAAAAAAApE/d72IYR7gBVs/s1600-h/P5010340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoZIQYp1I/AAAAAAAAApE/d72IYR7gBVs/s320/P5010340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331321208566228818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoZTU0GPI/AAAAAAAAApM/GYHFTRG9oTY/s1600-h/P5010343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfyoZTU0GPI/AAAAAAAAApM/GYHFTRG9oTY/s320/P5010343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331321211537594610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a really fun time! I always have a blast with Kristi. We have the same sense of humor and everything is tons funnier with her. Thanks Kristi for being willing to smear gunk on your face with me! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-7324294735960401079?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/7324294735960401079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=7324294735960401079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7324294735960401079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7324294735960401079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/05/wendover-part-deux.html' title='Wendover-Part Deux'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfywGdi_XWI/AAAAAAAAApk/hZCeErHwNzs/s72-c/P5010308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-789065868494488495</id><published>2009-04-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:04:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While he was away.....</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun Saturday!!!! Of course Anthony had to go to school all day so I decided to find entertainment for myself. To begin my fantastic Saturday I met my family at the Layton Olive Garden for lunch to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Varinia's&lt;/span&gt; (sister in laws) birthday. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun! Here are some pictures from that event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP4siPj6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/W8jPMg_QkZY/s1600-h/P4250275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP4siPj6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/W8jPMg_QkZY/s400/P4250275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042463276371874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and sister Kristi. Looking super happy to be eating soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP48hzRzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4oOBd4QT8U8/s1600-h/P4250276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP48hzRzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4oOBd4QT8U8/s400/P4250276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042467569485618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel and Crystal. Family friends, but basically family. Russel just got back from the Boston Marathon. He did a fantastic job!!! 26 miles in 3 hours! Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP5lBMecI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hRA7gTeMBqs/s1600-h/P4250278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP5lBMecI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hRA7gTeMBqs/s400/P4250278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042478438578626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Varinia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt;, and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP5FEcm4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/J0tq5807iP4/s1600-h/P4250277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP5FEcm4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/J0tq5807iP4/s400/P4250277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042469862284162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP55cS0OI/AAAAAAAAAmc/WYXK_CGotZo/s1600-h/P4250281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP55cS0OI/AAAAAAAAAmc/WYXK_CGotZo/s400/P4250281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042483920949474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MMMMM&lt;/span&gt; Bread and Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSQ_-1Mx4I/AAAAAAAAAms/Wpqqnzs8DH8/s1600-h/P4250285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSQ_-1Mx4I/AAAAAAAAAms/Wpqqnzs8DH8/s400/P4250285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329043687958431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt; is so hilarious. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSQ_QPqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dpHpL3wDU-A/s1600-h/P4250283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSQ_QPqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dpHpL3wDU-A/s400/P4250283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329043675452949474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating I decided to swing by Shanna's house since she lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt;. Shortly after arriving we decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Pan. We walked around for an hour and a half. Then we had to leave due to the place closing down for the night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heres&lt;/span&gt; 3 horribly corning shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSRi-ypVxI/AAAAAAAAAnE/znmsu7VHRp8/s1600-h/Taipan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSRi-ypVxI/AAAAAAAAAnE/znmsu7VHRp8/s400/Taipan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329044289243141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the fruit section &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forEver&lt;/span&gt;! We were looking for something for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shannas&lt;/span&gt; house. After all of that she decided to get some lemons and limes for a vase that she has. She has recently decided to take them all back tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSRixoA9SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cgMD87O1MQo/s1600-h/Taipan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSRixoA9SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cgMD87O1MQo/s400/Taipan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329044285708891426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful specimen.....this apple was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSF3fU12I/AAAAAAAAAnM/31Jaz7icHnk/s1600-h/taipan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSF3fU12I/AAAAAAAAAnM/31Jaz7icHnk/s400/taipan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329044888578479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. I just had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Pan we went home, messed around with the infamous plastic fruit. We didn't want to be stuck at home so we then decided to go get a treat at Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSGWv-_YI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FEJ4GSpZo00/s1600-h/Blizzard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSGWv-_YI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FEJ4GSpZo00/s400/Blizzard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329044896969850242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSGDQlMeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3UBqHNPi6PI/s1600-h/blizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSSGDQlMeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3UBqHNPi6PI/s400/blizzard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329044891737862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove all over the place for at least 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hourish&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason we just didn't want to be at the house. Summer (her roommate) had worked all day and had to be up early the next day so we didn't want to bug her. So we took a road trip. Shanna showed me all the places they thought of moving into. Lots of childhood memories and reminiscing went on. We also drove as high as we could go in the Bountiful neighborhoods. After that we drove back and realized it was already 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I drove home, got in bed and then Anthony got home a little later....I can't tell you what time though because I was long gone by then....That was my Saturday. Such a fun day! Sorry this was so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-789065868494488495?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/789065868494488495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=789065868494488495' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/789065868494488495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/789065868494488495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-he-was-away.html' title='While he was away.....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfSP4siPj6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/W8jPMg_QkZY/s72-c/P4250275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-7347334043035103572</id><published>2009-04-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:38:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotdogs roasting on an open fire...</title><content type='html'>Our Anniversary was on Thursday. I probably saw Anthony for 10 minutes that day though. He has been finishing up his finals and keeping up with work. This entire week he has been getting home no earlier than midnight, I was quite pleased when I heard he would be home around 8 yesterday. I got him a fire pit for our "patio". I wanted so bad to sit out and roast a hot dog. I got everything all ready and right as we walked outside, it started to rain. Luckily there was a little tiny fireplace that came with it. We put it on the table, grabbed an umbrella and started roasting. Then after dinner we watched 7 pounds. It was a great movie. Be prepared to sob tho. I also got him a photography Murse as I like to call it. He had a camera bag but it was so small and he couldn't fit all of his lens in it. It was so nice to finally have a date with him. It has been MONTHS! School is out next Wednesday. I plan on spending lots and lots of time with him this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM7mWN2KlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/lgXvhLoQ1i0/s1600-h/P4240271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM7mWN2KlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/lgXvhLoQ1i0/s400/P4240271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328668314094152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM7mWPJEiI/AAAAAAAAAls/MhSNt7uFA4E/s1600-h/P4240272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM7mWPJEiI/AAAAAAAAAls/MhSNt7uFA4E/s400/P4240272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328668314099585570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, there are so many things wrong about this picture. First of all, I have no makeup on. He had told me he might be home early, but I honestly didn't plan on it. So around 7 I washed my makeup off......PLUS allergies have just about killed me. Please don't judge! We both just look beaten down to the core. But I wanted to put this up so people actually think that we are married. We don't have any pictures together because hes been busy. This is proof! As hideous as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JofF3JI/AAAAAAAAAlc/saJ9v6FqwRY/s1600-h/P4240268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JofF3JI/AAAAAAAAAlc/saJ9v6FqwRY/s400/P4240268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665621758860434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5Is_80tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/RUJgPZbWD78/s1600-h/P4220254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5Is_80tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/RUJgPZbWD78/s400/P4220254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665605790552786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JCfQSVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/f8zJilwXSrw/s1600-h/P4230257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JCfQSVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/f8zJilwXSrw/s400/P4230257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665611558996306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks super tired in both of these. This is in the morning right after he woke up on Thursday. Please disregard the ghetto fridge in the background. It died out about a month ago and we have to get rid of the old one. So there it sits, in the kitchen. I realize it is extremely white trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JYagDBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iooFiIe6FsA/s1600-h/P4230259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM5JYagDBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iooFiIe6FsA/s400/P4230259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665617444637714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anths cupcakes. He brought the pot home the same night....completely empty (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-7347334043035103572?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/7347334043035103572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=7347334043035103572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7347334043035103572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/7347334043035103572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotdogs-roasting-on-open-fire.html' title='Hotdogs roasting on an open fire...'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SfM7mWN2KlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/lgXvhLoQ1i0/s72-c/P4240271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6879572475414334499</id><published>2009-04-22T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:53:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary-April 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1Gmb5GqRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eP3AJ7JwocE/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1Gmb5GqRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eP3AJ7JwocE/s400/wedding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991560385407250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always read other peoples blogs about their anniversaries. I always find them kind of corny. With that said, I would like to write about that very same thing. So for those of you who have the patience to read through this without yawning or passing judgment....bless u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Anthony have been married for 4 years now. I was so little! A wee 18 year old. So immature and unsure about everything (most of the time I still am). It almost amazes me that we have made it this far. I have had so much to learn, so much growing to do. Has it been hard? Of course! Do we fight and argue sometimes? Most definitely! But most importantly do I know that he will always be the person that I want to crawl into bed with? Is he the man that I want to hold hand in hand with 40 years down the road? Hopefully you all know that the answers to those questions is an unwavering YES! I love that he will always make fun of my ugly toes and that he laughs at the dumbest TV shows. I love (most of the time) that he is so dedicated to his work . I love his curly hair. I love the way he smells after getting ready in the morning. I love that he kisses me goodbye every single morning before he leaves. There are many other things about him. I'm going to be realistic. Sometimes he drives me absolutely crazy! But I love him, and I know that he loves me too.....ugly toes and all. I truly look forward to the many many years ahead with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Anthony!&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1Fjnu6YYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BmP3enKqVqo/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1Fjnu6YYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BmP3enKqVqo/s400/wedding1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990412512649602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1FjH-dAyI/AAAAAAAAAho/u4ed8mCybSA/s1600-h/wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1FjH-dAyI/AAAAAAAAAho/u4ed8mCybSA/s400/wedding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990403987899170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1FjkhPb-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/sVrxExJLkeI/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1FjkhPb-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/sVrxExJLkeI/s400/Wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326990411650002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6879572475414334499?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6879572475414334499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6879572475414334499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6879572475414334499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6879572475414334499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary-April 23'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se1Gmb5GqRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eP3AJ7JwocE/s72-c/wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-2370871029201021293</id><published>2009-04-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:47:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I made this for Anthony. I was planning on taking it to his work in the morning. Then I realized that he will see it in the fridge in the morning before he leaves lol. Therefore I'm going to put a lil note with it advising him to take it to work with him to share the cupcakes with his friends. I don't want to see them again. It took forever and heaven knows I don't need to eat any.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will post about the gift I got him tomorrow. I doubt he will get on here and look, but just in case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WMBVZfNI/AAAAAAAAAks/tvCXVdRQ_jw/s1600-h/P4220342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WMBVZfNI/AAAAAAAAAks/tvCXVdRQ_jw/s400/P4220342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327712386207546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WL2l_I0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/dtR5jS-Kii0/s1600-h/P4220340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WL2l_I0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/dtR5jS-Kii0/s400/P4220340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327712383324332866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WMYCkbwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jZHbiDsNUio/s1600-h/P4220346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WMYCkbwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jZHbiDsNUio/s400/P4220346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327712392302587650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-2370871029201021293?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/2370871029201021293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=2370871029201021293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2370871029201021293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/2370871029201021293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/anniversary-treat.html' title='Anniversary Treat'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se_WMBVZfNI/AAAAAAAAAks/tvCXVdRQ_jw/s72-c/P4220342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4634486922638445084</id><published>2009-04-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:25:34.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what I have done today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I have been making this treat for about 3 years. Its so simple and every time I make it, it never ceases to bring a smile to my face. Its not just yummy, but beautiful to look at.                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS ALL YOU NEED. STRAWBERRIES, SUGAR, ALMOND EXTRACT, AND CREAM CHEESE. (The regular recipe calls for vanilla instead of almond extract, but I like the taste of almond extract better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UpDR3XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Ry1FN8NhFy8/s1600-h/P4210311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UpDR3XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Ry1FN8NhFy8/s320/P4210311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332103284710770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Combine a whole package of cream cheese with 3 to 4 tablespoons of sugar (I use splenda), then I pour in some almond extract. I honestly don't measure anything. Just poor a lil in, stir it up and if it needs more, then by golly add more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I only used half a package today. Do NOT use low fat cream cheese (lesson learned by my sister Kristi, it taste weird and the texture is all wrong!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57XV43opI/AAAAAAAAAis/OyTIq85iV7E/s1600-h/P4210312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57XV43opI/AAAAAAAAAis/OyTIq85iV7E/s320/P4210312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327331050168754834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next wash strawberries and cut the bottom of the strawberry off. This allows it to stand on its on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57X5Cl0hI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3KQiRiORPtM/s1600-h/P4210314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57X5Cl0hI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3KQiRiORPtM/s320/P4210314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327331059604771346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then cut the top off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57YElZuiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2chOIkxu0Ng/s1600-h/P4210315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se57YElZuiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2chOIkxu0Ng/s320/P4210315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327331062703569442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next take the innards out, I use a melon scoop for this part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UquguJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Bq-bl0FQFWM/s1600-h/P4210316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UquguJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Bq-bl0FQFWM/s320/P4210316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332103734474898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UwXNsvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SnMv1Q0Jji4/s1600-h/P4210317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UwXNsvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SnMv1Q0Jji4/s320/P4210317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332105247372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now place the cream in a baggie, cut the tip and use it as a icing bag. Squirt the cream in the strawberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58VITt6cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OqKUOJsQfQY/s1600-h/P4210318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58VITt6cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OqKUOJsQfQY/s320/P4210318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332111675156930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58VY18gDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gvlL_gMhL7g/s1600-h/P4210319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58VY18gDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gvlL_gMhL7g/s320/P4210319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332116113686578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3BIlw_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/BAo6pAUKjaE/s1600-h/P4210320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3BIlw_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/BAo6pAUKjaE/s320/P4210320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334892888245234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They can be finished if you like it, but I like to spice them up a lil bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Add a couple slivers of almonds on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3V81gpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ROBgujpD44M/s1600-h/P4210321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3V81gpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ROBgujpD44M/s320/P4210321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334898476090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I get my special lil grater and sprinkle some chocolate on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3pljHEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wQtBZl1bYKw/s1600-h/P4210322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-3pljHEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wQtBZl1bYKw/s320/P4210322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334903747124290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And SHA BAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-38k7XcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UjssUviBQ5g/s1600-h/P4210323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-38k7XcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UjssUviBQ5g/s320/P4210323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334908844793282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite treat ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-4NGPJcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eYSKFXh2_aw/s1600-h/P4210324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5-4NGPJcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eYSKFXh2_aw/s320/P4210324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334913279468994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5_lcUA1iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/d5qaF7yfNB0/s1600-h/P4210326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se5_lcUA1iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/d5qaF7yfNB0/s320/P4210326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327335690457896482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4634486922638445084?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4634486922638445084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4634486922638445084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4634486922638445084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4634486922638445084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-treat.html' title='My favorite treat!'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Se58UpDR3XI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Ry1FN8NhFy8/s72-c/P4210311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6233769332386138927</id><published>2009-04-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:42:44.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfBDhKeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/onmJrOVKERE/s1600-h/Marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfBDhKeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/onmJrOVKERE/s400/Marathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326158003108391394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a great day! For the last month or so me, Shanna, and Summer have been getting ready for the marathon. Okay so we only had to prepare for the 5k, but it still was really exciting. Last night me and Shanna stayed at the Anniversary Inn since it is so close to the starting line. Summer was smart and stayed home because she knew she wouldn't get much sleep with us. Me and Shanna didn't fall asleep until 1am. We were definitely feeling quite a bit of regret when the alarm went off at 6am this morning.  As we approached the starting line with hundreds of other people we heard over the speakers "30 more seconds!!!". We had got there right at the perfect time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was great. I had shin splits almost the entire way until about 20 minutes before the end lol. I really need to work on stretching and warming up before hand. The race ended at the Gateway and it was so exciting to see all the supporters and hearing everyone cheer! I wish that it would have been a little bit longer. We decided that we would do another one in September. Then we will work extra hard to try to accomplish the half marathon next year, which is 14 miles. Its a good goal. I never knew how much I would enjoy being in a marathon. It was so inspiring to see everyone trying so hard. I cannot say enough about it, I enjoyed every second of it. I took some pics with my phone. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The STARTING LINE!!! We were so excited to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPaDxwKGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Elpz_6ar1-o/s1600-h/Marathon9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPaDxwKGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Elpz_6ar1-o/s400/Marathon9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156818428209250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and Shanna. Such a fantastic action shot. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPaNPTv1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Yy56uMJ2Jn0/s1600-h/Marathon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPaNPTv1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Yy56uMJ2Jn0/s400/Marathon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156820968095570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINISH LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at all the people! It was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPabGek-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NOXYkkU1cyo/s1600-h/Marathon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPabGek-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NOXYkkU1cyo/s400/Marathon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156824689152994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin good! Walking back to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPamX9V6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/CgvZN1fpmog/s1600-h/Marathon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPamX9V6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/CgvZN1fpmog/s400/Marathon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156827715262370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPau9VGYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/znS4LvdF_Z0/s1600-h/Marathon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepPau9VGYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/znS4LvdF_Z0/s400/Marathon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326156830019492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More corny pics. Remember....we got up really early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfVaA-2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/u0fQnuHjl_Y/s1600-h/Marathon8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfVaA-2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/u0fQnuHjl_Y/s400/Marathon8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326158008571460450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfXJhl5I/AAAAAAAAAhA/DiHqiuiAGP4/s1600-h/Marathon7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfXJhl5I/AAAAAAAAAhA/DiHqiuiAGP4/s400/Marathon7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326158009039165330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfeN3jcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mpRQlzfKM3A/s1600-h/Marathon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfeN3jcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mpRQlzfKM3A/s400/Marathon6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326158010936430018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were acting like we were crossing the finish line, lol....I know...I'm kind of embarrassed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfJNH1kI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LSj46Zeey84/s1600-h/Marathon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfJNH1kI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LSj46Zeey84/s400/Marathon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326158005296158274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6233769332386138927?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6233769332386138927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6233769332386138927' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6233769332386138927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6233769332386138927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SepQfBDhKeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/onmJrOVKERE/s72-c/Marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8235242711927153105</id><published>2009-04-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:17:44.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ALONG WITH ME....</title><content type='html'>I had a really busy day today. I finally got to sleep in which felt fantastic. After searching deeply into my heart for some motivation I finally got up and got ready for the day. I got my oil changed (thanks Mike!), picked up Anth's pill, picked up the marathon packet from the salt palace downtown, and finally came back home and decided to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped outside, I almost regretted my decision. It is FREEZING!!! But I was so proud of myself for actually even thinking about it. I knew I had to continue on. Here's some pictures to prove that I actually went. Come along with me on my walk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the trail. It is probably about half a mile from my house. It runs right along the freeway. Its scary during the night (even with a friend). So I never stay out past 7:00. Don't forget, I live on the wessssssst side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxiVYpbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pvq_YrKaKjw/s1600-h/Walk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxiVYpbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pvq_YrKaKjw/s400/Walk5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461230907336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got to wade through. Poop, Poop, and more Poop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxzPKKbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zRmMwttYfCs/s1600-h/walk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxzPKKbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zRmMwttYfCs/s400/walk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461235444623794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what makes the poop. These are the mean mean geese. Last week when I went, there was a mean one that almost attacked me. I ran like I have never ran before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWx-_fqkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tyNZA6cgt9w/s1600-h/walk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWx-_fqkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tyNZA6cgt9w/s400/walk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461238600149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.... It was about 40 outside. Do I look cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxt4gJyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U1L9NOH8wuQ/s1600-h/walk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxt4gJyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/U1L9NOH8wuQ/s400/walk4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461234007418658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right by my house, these are the nice ducks. This mommy made some very cute babies. And whats even better is that I know in my heart she would never hurt me.....Stupid geese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWyGAKKgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ztMeQKANmwQ/s1600-h/walk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWyGAKKgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ztMeQKANmwQ/s400/walk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461240481982978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my tired feet. For some reason I felt it was important that this dumb pic be taken. I pray that they will walk me past the finish line on Saturday at the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefYTUXJb0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/K68uiIDpstA/s1600-h/Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefYTUXJb0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/K68uiIDpstA/s400/Walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325462910783811394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8235242711927153105?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8235242711927153105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8235242711927153105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8235242711927153105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8235242711927153105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-along-with-me.html' title='COME ALONG WITH ME....'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SefWxiVYpbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pvq_YrKaKjw/s72-c/Walk5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-4127323641790379691</id><published>2009-04-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:23:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDsFl3tI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VUqtTj4HXgU/s1600-h/P4160309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDsFl3tI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VUqtTj4HXgU/s400/P4160309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325339496972410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDfOzbDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jXEv2shiRNM/s1600-h/P4160305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDfOzbDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jXEv2shiRNM/s400/P4160305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325339493521386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDHy1P1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/xl6uBPjW5wg/s1600-h/P4160304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDHy1P1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/xl6uBPjW5wg/s400/P4160304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325339487230050130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoC-xpWlI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pv0CalI5cxo/s1600-h/P4160303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoC-xpWlI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pv0CalI5cxo/s400/P4160303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325339484809157202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other place closer to heaven? ME and Shanna decided we deserved a trip. Its only about 20 minute from my house, so its really hard to resist from going on my days off. We had a whole list of things she was going for. I on the other hand didn't really need anything in particular. Half way through that massive building I found a beautiful bookcase that was in the same line as my coffee and side table. AND did I mention it was on sale? Cha CHING! Once we got to the check out line I started freaking out. Here's what i had in the cart....&lt;br /&gt;*Votive Glass jars&lt;br /&gt;*Votive Candles&lt;br /&gt;*Lamp&lt;br /&gt;*Lightbulbs&lt;br /&gt;*Book case&lt;br /&gt;*Napkins&lt;br /&gt;*Napkin holder&lt;br /&gt;*Pillow Cases&lt;br /&gt;Did I need any of it? Probably not, but I had a fantastic time. I had called Anthony half way through to decipher if his mood would allow this purchase or not. He advised me that our anniversary was coming up (next Thursday). My gift would either be this Ikea trip or something from him. I'm pretty sure he said that in hopes that I would empty my cart and leave empty handed. Boy was he wrong, I hung up the phone, grabbed one or two more things in the cart and headed out. Happy Anniversary to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded everything up. It BARELY fit in Shanna's car. After getting everything to fit so we could close the trunk, I got in the car. We had to push the seat all the way to the front .We then had to tilt the seat uncomfortably towards the dashboard. This resulted with crushed knees, and my face in the dashboard. After getting over the first rush of claustrophobia, it was hilarious. Shanna took a pics of it, I will have to get it from her. All in all it was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-4127323641790379691?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/4127323641790379691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=4127323641790379691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4127323641790379691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/4127323641790379691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SedoDsFl3tI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VUqtTj4HXgU/s72-c/P4160309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-1218896512338255086</id><published>2009-04-13T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:15:17.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>Today has been a very thought provoking day. I've noticed lately that I feel as if things have been a little out of control. I remember back about a year ago when I wasn't the assistant manager at work. I would come home usually every night feeling as if I had worked as hard as I possibly could. I was an asset to the company. I was overweight....nothing new, but I didn't feel overweight. Flash forward a year. I sit at work feeling as if I could walk out the door and the work would somehow get accomplished without me. I have gotten lazy, not just with work but with life. I use to think that marriage would be easier if he just listened to me....clearly I'm always right. But i have realized that I'm wrong. Which was a hard lesson to learn. His favorite quote it seems is "You choose to be happy". My response would be a grumble and I would instantly think "well I wasn't the one that made the front room the mess, so clearly you are the one that made me unhappy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was as normal as any other day. I went to work, got the things I needed to accomplish checked off the list. Then I had a heart to heart with my boss and friend Shanna. We talked about our goals. I was brutally honest and told her how I was lazy, and my ideas of how I could change those things. After getting everything off my chest we got dressed and went to the gym. We didn't impress ourselves there. We had walked about 7 miles on Saturday in preparation for the marathon this weekend, so I think our bodies were still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; upset about that. After the gym I drove home. As I was driving home I looked over to the right and saw the walking track that is less than a mile from my house. "How come I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; taken advantage of that track more?" I swerved over into the parking lot and started to walk. I thought about my life. Where I am as a person is not where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to take some alone time and think these things through. I get so worked up with life and I never really take a moment to really evaluate where I am. Me and Shanna have this running joke that we say almost everyday....we will be full, stuffed to the rim with cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rio&lt;/span&gt;, and instead of stopping we will continue on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, tomorrow is another day." This coming from the overweight chick that at times wonders "How did I get this huge?". It is all starting to make sense now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my walk I feel so much better. I am going to be a better manager at work. I want to be an asset like I use to be! Someone that is proud at the end of the day of all that she has accomplished. I am striving to be a better wife. If that means cleaning more, or smiling more, or just not letting the small stuff take control of me, then so be it. I have got to take control of my weight issues. My goal is to walk that stupid track at least 3 times a week, but still continue to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be a new day, but I have decided to change the things in my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-1218896512338255086?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/1218896512338255086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=1218896512338255086' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1218896512338255086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/1218896512338255086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8164640366237791876</id><published>2009-04-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:06:07.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBq9BFtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BAdMK-W7a1s/s1600-h/Wendover+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBq9BFtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BAdMK-W7a1s/s320/Wendover+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553299843487442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBrWcAbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gUq4yzaLNUI/s1600-h/wendover+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBrWcAbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gUq4yzaLNUI/s320/wendover+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553299950109106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBuyu_NI/AAAAAAAAAdw/oysV76IN094/s1600-h/wendover18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBuyu_NI/AAAAAAAAAdw/oysV76IN094/s320/wendover18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553300874099922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8WeR9PI/AAAAAAAAAdo/j5BO4bWHiFI/s1600-h/wendover17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8WeR9PI/AAAAAAAAAdo/j5BO4bWHiFI/s320/wendover17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553208446514418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8S57SFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pER5A4EvMDw/s1600-h/wendover16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8S57SFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pER5A4EvMDw/s320/wendover16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553207488727122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8dq09LI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0qHN8nPd11E/s1600-h/wendover15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8dq09LI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0qHN8nPd11E/s320/wendover15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553210378187954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8Ape8_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nTkgzvTVT6g/s1600-h/wendover14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8Ape8_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nTkgzvTVT6g/s320/wendover14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553202587923442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8EgoTII/AAAAAAAAAdI/gxj9wWEoRaU/s1600-h/wendover13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B8EgoTII/AAAAAAAAAdI/gxj9wWEoRaU/s320/wendover13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553203624529026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0tOV2TI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z25kFWc6OaU/s1600-h/wendover12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0tOV2TI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z25kFWc6OaU/s320/wendover12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553077114722610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0noYj5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UkhPZxwGfFM/s1600-h/wendover11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0noYj5I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UkhPZxwGfFM/s320/wendover11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553075613339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0hbuwRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ROesvEasP7o/s1600-h/wendover10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0hbuwRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ROesvEasP7o/s320/wendover10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553073949655314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0tXx_xI/AAAAAAAAAco/T4ezAJPxjwg/s1600-h/wendover9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0tXx_xI/AAAAAAAAAco/T4ezAJPxjwg/s320/wendover9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553077154316050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0V8qoCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/08bxs-PSCP0/s1600-h/wendover8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2B0V8qoCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/08bxs-PSCP0/s320/wendover8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553070866571298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BquhS3TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qKngIulpDxo/s1600-h/wendover7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BquhS3TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qKngIulpDxo/s320/wendover7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552905663962418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqmBhqmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/eOm30CcFsKY/s1600-h/wendover6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqmBhqmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/eOm30CcFsKY/s320/wendover6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552903383231074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2Bqm1h96I/AAAAAAAAAcI/uNPDATBqJx8/s1600-h/wendover5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2Bqm1h96I/AAAAAAAAAcI/uNPDATBqJx8/s320/wendover5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552903601354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqVHGrUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-y-WPXPwVT0/s1600-h/wendover3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqVHGrUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-y-WPXPwVT0/s320/wendover3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552898843225410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqcFgkfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/s2ducaDuvdE/s1600-h/Wendover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2BqcFgkfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/s2ducaDuvdE/s320/Wendover2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552900715581938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the pictures uploaded from my Wendover trip. It was really fast, just an over nighter with my two good friends Shanna and Jenika. It was Jenika's birthday and that is where she wanted to go. Not a whole lot happened but we had a really great time. We stopped at the tree of life, which is just my favoriestest.....as lame as it may sound. Then we went to wendover. Played at some penny slots. I only gambled 9 bucks. It was enough for me. I think Jenika maybe offered up 15 bucks and Shanna at the most 10. We are so exciting. I just want to say how much I love both of them. They are so much fun. And I appreciate that they allow me to be me. They know that I don't drink, and they never bother me about that. I have always appreciated that about them. We always joke how hilarious it would be if I ever did, but honestly I think we all know that It would be so disappointing. I would be upset, and then what would we joke about? LoL. Anyway I didn't want this to be sappy. But thanks girls! I had a blast! Next time Vegas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8164640366237791876?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8164640366237791876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8164640366237791876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8164640366237791876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8164640366237791876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/04/wendover.html' title='Wendover'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/Sd2CBq9BFtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BAdMK-W7a1s/s72-c/Wendover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5562602120890170242</id><published>2009-03-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:03:40.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend events</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since my last post. I have a good excuse though. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Convention took up every spare minute I had last week. Well it is finally over!!!!! I am 100% glad of that! Me, Shanna, and Summer worked the booth. Summer was fortunate enough to only have to stay until 5 on Friday. In the two days of the convention, me and Shanna put in 24 hours!!!!!!! It was brutal. We were really chipper the first day. I saw a lot of fun people that I haven't seen in awhile. We looked forward to the activities of the show. The dance off was my favorite. People will do almost anything for something free. I can't really remember anything too eventful on Friday. It was busy, lots of fun people in the 16 hours we were there. The one thing that really defined the day was within the first 5 minutes we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shanna were setting up the booth. We had a rod arch on the back of the booth that had our banner on it. I had made some stupid little decorations that I wanted hung from the arch. Me being short and having very stubby legs decided to "let" Shanna take care of hanging them up. She got on a folding chair and starting hanging them up. A man walked by and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;began&lt;/span&gt; telling me about something about the show.  All of a sudden I looked back and Shanna totally fell!!! The chair folded up and her leg scrapped. Of course we took some pictures (it was a long day remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScWyI9lkA6I/AAAAAAAAAag/vmzamZHBFaM/s1600-h/P3200288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScWyI9lkA6I/AAAAAAAAAag/vmzamZHBFaM/s400/P3200288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315850802221548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't do it justice AT ALL! It was swollen and from a side angle it was so bumpy. Poor thing. Today it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; calming down but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt; bruise is homing in. So that was our event on Friday. Oh and the man that I was talking to while this all happened didn't even blink an eye. He gave me the paper, and continued on....RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was uneventful. We were constantly whiny and at times very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;witchy&lt;/span&gt;. We finally were relieved and we thought we were home free. Our feet hurt from wearing heels. Our cheeks hurt from the constant fake "seller" smile and we were so sick of hearing YMCA and other hideous songs over the speaker. We held our heads high as we carried our many boxes and bags out the big expo center doors........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we opened the doors the wind was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;howling&lt;/span&gt; and roaring. If felt as if the scrapbook gods were upset that we left an hour early. The wind was so bad that our skirts were blowing straight up in the air!!!! I had Knee Highs and after that......no protection besides the obvious underwear. It was horrifying! We got to a safe area and put our boxes down and laughed and laughed. Of course near by watching all of this is a poor scout leader with his son trying to sell something. I apologize to the father, his son is now tainted. To make matters worse the father came over and tried helping us to the car. I started yelling...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shanna&lt;/span&gt; you go get the car.....Sir PLEASE don't help!" Finally Shanna got the car, we gracefully held our skirts with one hand and our packages in the other as we loaded up the car. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. We laughed most the way home. We barely survived the weekend. I will not be offering myself to another show for at least a month or two. Mostly because I get bored and whiny easily and partially because I hate the feeling of rejection. You go on and on about your product just for them to say...."Okay I will be back....Yeah right honey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend. I'm going to bed and will most likely won't be up and around in time for breakfast....or even brunch. Enjoy the corny pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2uNY2krI/AAAAAAAAAbI/QplmIVt-klU/s1600-h/P3200286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2uNY2krI/AAAAAAAAAbI/QplmIVt-klU/s320/P3200286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855840164876978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me still semi happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2t5Iun6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/2Rmb6rBwaKA/s1600-h/P3200284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2t5Iun6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/2Rmb6rBwaKA/s320/P3200284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855834728538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; my boot! They are hot......and also painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2tpAxl9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/qwFUGt8wBcU/s1600-h/P3200283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2tpAxl9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/qwFUGt8wBcU/s320/P3200283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855830400210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now we are sad....and grumpy, this is around hour 14. It looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wearing a horrible suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2tEoa6cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZZlnvtWIub8/s1600-h/P3200280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2tEoa6cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZZlnvtWIub8/s320/P3200280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855820634384834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The booth. Notice the arch where the leg incident &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. The layouts on the left are the ones I stewed over for days. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2s-vNBrI/AAAAAAAAAao/GK1VQPE1pIM/s1600-h/P3200279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW2s-vNBrI/AAAAAAAAAao/GK1VQPE1pIM/s320/P3200279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855819052222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blurry Shanna and a happy Summer. The beginning of the show when our hopes were high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW31ETTHkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nj7AiF9vwls/s1600-h/P3200289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW31ETTHkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nj7AiF9vwls/s320/P3200289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857057496374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible shot of me. Notice the candy jar on the bottom right....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how we lured the woman in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW301OeO5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/O34mIZYhzbQ/s1600-h/P3200287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScW301OeO5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/O34mIZYhzbQ/s320/P3200287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315857053449599890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanna! She wore the cutest outfit. Look at the cute bag on the ground. It was only 9 bucks! I had to have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5562602120890170242?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5562602120890170242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5562602120890170242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5562602120890170242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5562602120890170242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend events'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/ScWyI9lkA6I/AAAAAAAAAag/vmzamZHBFaM/s72-c/P3200288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-5194460011102693271</id><published>2009-03-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:25:23.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Nothingness</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I have written a post. Mostly just because nothing too exciting has happened. Last weekend I was at the Home &amp;amp; Garden Show. I got the opportunity to be an annoying vendor. You know the type....the saleswoman that stares at you as you get closer and closer to their booth. Then although you act uninterested that particular saleswoman still goes on and on and on about that ketchup bottle shaped backpack that you just CANNOT live without. Well as it turns out, I'm not the best saleswoman. And I'm fine with that. As the hours went on and more and more people passed I just wanted to hug some of them and tell them that I wasn't going to bother them. Some looked at me with pure hatred in their eyes, even before I said hello. Which was weird to me, they came to a show to be educated and to see the different things that were offered. So why won't they let me speak? I'm so glad that I am not a salesperson full time. Its too tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have any fun stories from the three long days at the show beside the horribly dressed woman. The winner of that contest reminded me of the deceased Latin singer Selena. This particular Selena look alike was wearing skin tight pants and a white skin tight leotard. The leotard had holes all down the sleeves. Of course she had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fakest&lt;/span&gt; boobs I've ever seen. The second I saw her I knew she was the winner of the show! In second place came the lady that wore spandex pants with the cuffs (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt; the memories), big socks over the pants and to wrap it all together she wore green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;. I love her. If a tornado came through her hair would have been the only survivor. You could smell all the hairspray and you could even see it! She was amazing. I believe she bought a gift certificate from us though, so therefore I will not continue on. So anyways, that was my weekend. Three days of selling and people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have off. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roberts&lt;/span&gt; and bought some supplies. We are doing another show. I will be at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Convention this weekend both days. I am in charge of making some layouts with some of the pictures of our rooms on them, they will be displayed at the show. I went to Roberts with the highest expectations. It was so amazing to me to go in and be completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;. I felt a huge amount of pressure. I have a small budget. With that small amount of money I am to make something fantastic. And I just couldn't handle it. I bought a couple pieces of paper, some glue dots and one or two other things. And I was out of there. I'm hoping I can get some pages done before the show. Let me know if any of you are going to the show. I would love to say hello to you, and I promise, I will not turn my sales skills on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea why I posted any of this. Its all very random but I just felt the need to post. When I get a page or two done I will take some pics and post them. Then you all can highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; how horrid they are. I crash under pressure......every time! Hope everyone is having a great week! Love ya all tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Selena&lt;/span&gt; look alike is your relative....or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;croc&lt;/span&gt; lady is your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-5194460011102693271?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/5194460011102693271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=5194460011102693271' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5194460011102693271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/5194460011102693271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-nothingness.html' title='Random Nothingness'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3182672101799675452</id><published>2009-02-28T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:25:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>You know you are having a lame Saturday night when you have listened to This &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://carmensingalong.ytmnd.com/"&gt;http://carmensingalong.ytmnd.com/&lt;/a&gt;4 times. Okay.....so i'm not being honest. I have listened to it 4 times, then I  minimized the window and tried to sing it without the lyrics. Then since I didn't pass my own lyrics test, I listened to it at least 3 more times. Where is the world is Anthony is the real question? Stupid school! I haven't seen him at all today. What a sad Saturday we both are having.....Random thought....I miss the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need a lesson on how hyperlinks work.....see, if I was in the 90's it wouldn't be a big deal....but these times we are in now....its just shameful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-3182672101799675452?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/3182672101799675452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=3182672101799675452' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3182672101799675452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/3182672101799675452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/02/pathetic-saturday-night.html' title='Pathetic Saturday Night'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-450666263902818661</id><published>2009-02-28T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:26:59.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts Night</title><content type='html'>Every year I get the grand opportunity to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with my mom. She is so funny during concerts. She gets all giddy when they come on stage and when I don't clap or when I'm ready to sit down she scolds me and gets me all pumped up again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We got really good seats this year again. Row 20 on the floor....not too shabby. It will never beat the year we were on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row (also the same concert that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I ripped my shirt off!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I threw it around in the air and Jay signed it....This is a true story, go to my moms house, she kept the shirt lol) but this was an awesome concert. Their stage set up was amazing. It went all around the floor. When they would come on our right side they were about 10 feet away. It was awesome. Of course I took pics on my camera but once again...I can't find my cord. So I took some on my phone too. They are horrid but at least u can kind of see how close we were. Jessica Simpson opened for them. It was brutal. She once again forgot the lyrics for about 15 seconds, and she was just so annoying. Plus her laugh is something I just can't handle. Anyways thanks mom for taking me! I had a great time! You are always so fun to play with! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ya tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxCWp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GtH6rRdwamo/s1600-h/ras1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxCWp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GtH6rRdwamo/s400/ras1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307991082068997282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Don! He is my moms favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Took bad this turned out so weird. I have a good one on my camera tho.....just wait! One day I will show you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;realz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxImdmuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xGJnc8NUqtg/s1600-h/ras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxImdmuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xGJnc8NUqtg/s400/ras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307991083745909474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFw7iejKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VtdHRS-LvJ0/s1600-h/Jodon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFw7iejKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VtdHRS-LvJ0/s400/Jodon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307991080239533218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; don sent to my phone....and every other person there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. All I had to do was text him and then here came this awesome picture. Now of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; signed up for something and I keep getting reminders to buy their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; 7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxcYc6kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dpkZmmOUWGA/s1600-h/Rascal+Flatts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxcYc6kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dpkZmmOUWGA/s400/Rascal+Flatts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307991089055853122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite pic (from my phone). At the end they dumped a ton of confetti. It was a magical moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We look so happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I still have confetti in my purse....I really should clean it out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-450666263902818661?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/450666263902818661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=450666263902818661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/450666263902818661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/450666263902818661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/02/rascal-flatts-night.html' title='Rascal Flatts Night'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SanFxCWp9KI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GtH6rRdwamo/s72-c/ras1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6409938334754404045</id><published>2009-02-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:33:41.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneous hair cut (pretty boring post)</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to grow my hair out for awhile. If you know anything about me, you know that I have naturally curly hair and most the time I rebel against the curls and have spent hours upon hours in front of the mirror straightening those nasty curls out. My hair got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looOOooOong&lt;/span&gt;. The longer my hair gets the heavier it gets, which means that on those days that i am too lazy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;straighten&lt;/span&gt; it, i have to go curly. But when its heavy the curls don't work so well. Life is tough, I know. So anyways, Shanna told me the other day that she was getting her hair done. So I decided I would invite myself and get mine done to. This is how it turned out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mindi&lt;/span&gt; (super cute hair cutter person) cut at least 4 inches and then put some red and caramel colored tints in. We had our hair done at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mindi's&lt;/span&gt; house, which was in Layton. It was enjoyable listening to the 3 young girls and their dad banter back and forth about bed time, picking up their toys, and not fighting with each other. All in all, it was a great night. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty happy with the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SaYOPX8cU3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/osz2vH_5uB0/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SaYOPX8cU3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/osz2vH_5uB0/s320/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306944868191064946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just took this pic, I worked all day....plus i went to the gym. Please don't judge how tired I look....Thanks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SacHMfssCFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6-4oGmdEC4U/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SacHMfssCFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6-4oGmdEC4U/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307218597128177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows the color better....and its all cutely curled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6409938334754404045?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6409938334754404045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6409938334754404045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6409938334754404045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6409938334754404045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/02/spontaneous-hair-cut-pretty-boring-post.html' title='spontaneous hair cut (pretty boring post)'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SaYOPX8cU3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/osz2vH_5uB0/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-8562367297751446341</id><published>2009-02-15T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:41:31.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soap and cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So for Valentine's Day I decided I would make a lil gift for all the girls at work. Since most of us at work are trying to watch our weight.....okay well just me and Shanna. I decided to make things easier for us, so I made some yummy smelling soap. Basically all you need to do is buy a big brick of glycerin soap, melt it down, add food coloring and scents and voila! I used cucumber melon and pear berry. I don't have a great picture of the ones that I made, so I just stole the picture from Martha's page. Martha's obvioulsy turned out much better than mine. I used X's and O's and lots of different size heart cookie cutters. It was so fun, I highly sugguest it to anyone with a spare hour or two. Heres the link.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/heart-shaped-soap?autonomy_kw=soap&amp;amp;rsc=header_3"&gt;Martha's Soap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhSv4THcMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/--iDqdaNiP4/s1600-h/Martha+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhSv4THcMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/--iDqdaNiP4/s200/Martha+hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079543748653250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I put 4 or 5 pieces of soap in lil bags with red and white confetti then tied it up with pretty ribbon. Also with each bag I made a card for each employee. I made 11 in one cramming session. It took at least 4ish hours. Its hard to make that many all at once, especially when they are all different. Heres some of them. I only took a couple of pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTA0fqgLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h6crpCRWtEQ/s1600-h/xoxo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTA0fqgLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h6crpCRWtEQ/s200/xoxo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079834785317042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAt4KHBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KthQU_EDpPc/s1600-h/XOXO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAt4KHBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KthQU_EDpPc/s200/XOXO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079833009003538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAk4-WDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0lFexRIAkJI/s1600-h/VDay+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAk4-WDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0lFexRIAkJI/s200/VDay+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079830596507698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAuZTCJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5IYTGrZCHXM/s1600-h/Vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAuZTCJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5IYTGrZCHXM/s200/Vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079833148000402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAXnqRPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DHrGIDxKcEE/s1600-h/Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhTAXnqRPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DHrGIDxKcEE/s200/Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079827034227954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A MOST WONDERFUL VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-8562367297751446341?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/8562367297751446341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=8562367297751446341' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8562367297751446341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/8562367297751446341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/02/soap-and-cards.html' title='soap and cards'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZhSv4THcMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/--iDqdaNiP4/s72-c/Martha+hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-6878556732823475931</id><published>2009-02-12T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:22:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I had a dream the other night. It was a dream about my future bedroom. In my dream my dad came over to our house to help paint the walls. (probably because it took so long for me and Anth to get the office painted) ***Me and Anth meaning...just Anth LOL, we all know that I didn't help much). This is what the walls looked like.....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZSf92SUabI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I85THxKFtLU/s1600-h/large_bw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZSf92SUabI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I85THxKFtLU/s400/large_bw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302038546215102898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's beautiful! It also looks like a lot of work. I showed Anthony and he wasn't too impressed. He's an Architect you know....he has his own big ideas. But it was a dream.....a vision! To me that means I better listen to my brain and get it done. Maybe in the summer. I hope! Maybe the walls all striped out. With either red accents or electric blue (whatever blue this font color is.....sea blue? I really have no clue what color blue this is, but I like it alot!).....eeeew the possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you think? Lets take a vote...stripes or no stripes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3822258608736770096-6878556732823475931?l=lindseylyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/feeds/6878556732823475931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822258608736770096&amp;postID=6878556732823475931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6878556732823475931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822258608736770096/posts/default/6878556732823475931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseylyman.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dream-room.html' title='My Dream Room'/><author><name>Life as Linds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/S_igqKz2YeI/AAAAAAAAByI/AYZJnLRqhOo/S220/_MG_0218+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2Vl4RZYzv0/SZSf92SUabI/AAAAAAAAAWo/I85THxKFtLU/s72-c/large_bw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822258608736770096.post-3150783135373380838</id><published>2009-02-09T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:00:42.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed visit to the ER (another doozie of a post)</title><content type='html'>It all began with a roast. First of all, I consider myself a pretty good wife when Anthony is eating something other than 3 granola bars and a mountain dew for dinner. I was feeling pretty fantastic when I had made this fantastic roast. You know the kind...when its so moist and falls apart. Anyways, we had an enjoyable dinner on Thursday night of roast beef sandwiches. Then came Friday....leftover night. Anthony came home around 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I had already ate. If you know me at all. you know that I wait for no one when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry. When he got home I prepared his sandwich. He took 1 bite...mmmm.......then a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and then he just sat there. His face kind of went red and he said that it was going down slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new. He is always having a rough time swallowing things. I usually pester him and tell him that maybe he should start chewing better. Usually it takes about 30 seconds then hes fine. This time was different. He went to the bathroom and he started throwing up. This went on for about 4 hours. So finally around 11:30 we decided to go to the hospital. This is how the remaining night went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00-12:30 we stood outside in the cold. Anthony would spit/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt; the entire time&lt;br /&gt;***The meat was stuck in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;esophagus&lt;/span&gt; so when he would swallow any liquids, it would have no where else to go but back up.*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got into the room. The dr gave him some nitro to put under his toungue and hooked him up to an iv with some weird medicine that was suppose to relax his throat and then some pepto to try and calm his stomach. Seconds after they gave him this medicaine his skin turned a scary yellowish pale color. He started shaking really bad and he was dry heaving. It was so scary! This didn't work. They tried it a second time. This also didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00am Lindsey starts to get extremely grumpy&lt;br /&gt;I figured he could throwup at home lol. That is so selfish of me, but I was exhausted!!! I went out to the dr and said "I think hes ready to go home" LOL so selfish! The dr came in and said "okay he can leave if he can drink this water and keep it down". I knew I was doomed. Anth took one sip and threw it up immediate
