tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21851738993586983522024-03-12T21:56:25.024-07:00The Dahls: Making a Life for Ourselves One Busy Day at a TimeCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-21380956383135438452010-09-05T20:17:00.000-07:002010-09-05T20:25:49.290-07:00My new Cheerleaders for this yearHere are a few pictures of my new cheerleaders this year. This is who I spend all my time with. They are such a great group of girls and I love them so much! We started in March and are now into football season and it is just wonderful!<br /><br /><div align="center">THE PARADES</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRebpWElDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UdUGcZo8HpM/s1600/HPIM0549.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513635672856237106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRebpWElDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UdUGcZo8HpM/s320/HPIM0549.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRebKkDqaI/AAAAAAAAAwE/r9SdIZtby0I/s1600/HPIM0547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513635664593398178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRebKkDqaI/AAAAAAAAAwE/r9SdIZtby0I/s320/HPIM0547.JPG" /></a><br />My Weird girls at Camp....they take after me...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRea-4FLbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/NqCn7nXw1mQ/s1600/HPIM0546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513635661456158130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRea-4FLbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/NqCn7nXw1mQ/s320/HPIM0546.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Westlake Game. It was POURING!!!!! So fun!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIReaUqdsPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Q_xcKesid4M/s1600/HPIM0601.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513635650124755186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIReaUqdsPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Q_xcKesid4M/s320/HPIM0601.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-60135421478376160062010-09-05T20:06:00.001-07:002010-09-05T20:17:02.054-07:00Yay for yard work!!!!<div><div>So, if you have been to our house lately you know that our weeds have taken over the world! We were, by far, the worst yard on the block! We have just been so busy and the weeds grow so fast. It got to the point where they were taller than me and EVERYWHERE!!! We finally have the money and time to do our fence, sprinklers, sod, gravel, etc. So, yesterday my parents came over and so did Juan (Rick's good friend) with his bobcat. Let me just tell you that it was the hardest day of work that I have done in years. We pulled weeds in 95 degree heat for almost 10 hours!!! That is how long it took to get our weeds out. Finally, it was done. Yay!!! </div><br /><div>The most exciting part about our yard is the fact that our dogs will now have somewhere to go. I don't think anyone understands (unless you have 2 dogs and no yard) what it is like to take two dogs on leashes 5 times+ a day to go to the bathroom. Not to mention that Allie is so picky about where she goes and circles in place for about 20 minutes, no joke! It gets SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO old! What I wouldn't give to just open a door and let them have their "time" to go. Well, that will be happening soon!!! Yayayayaayyaay!<br /></div><div>Here are some pictures of the last batch of weeds to take to the dump. With three trucks/trailers and about 10 trips to the dump, it was finally done. Here is half of a load/trip's pictures:</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633298838012706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRcRdcBQyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/w7BVCLC350A/s320/HPIM0602.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633299658606146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRcRgfqhkI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9G08xrihFzo/s320/HPIM0603.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-81944918696698420642010-09-05T19:53:00.001-07:002010-09-05T20:47:12.972-07:00Our new additon to the family, Gracie<div>Here she is! Our little new family member. Gracie is the sweetest little girl in the world! Her and Allie are inseperable! They sleep on each other 24/7. We are glad that Allie has someone to spend the days with while we are at work. Here are some pictures!<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513641537707299586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRjxBnh0wI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TAdHLttvF4w/s320/gracie.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513641542048788642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRjxRynsKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/VXGrKngqOuw/s320/allie+gracie+sleeping.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Sleepy Dogs in the sun</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513630499491886530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRZuhD5NcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/yX9hjhaOC9Y/s320/HPIM0543.JPG" /><br />First week of having her...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRZuHp8_xI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PFYmPvY2wiA/s1600/HPIM0530.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513630492672196370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/TIRZuHp8_xI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PFYmPvY2wiA/s320/HPIM0530.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-39899443337467866212010-09-05T18:24:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:47:40.142-07:00Older and Wiser or Older and Weirder...Hello all. So, I was watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory last night and i seriously couldn't stop laughing! All the jokes were so funny and they just kept coming!<br /><br /><br /><br />Here are a few that i found extremely humorous:<br /><br /><br /><br />-"What is this place, some kind of funhouse?" "Why, having fun?"<br /><br />-"We'll start the bidding at 1,000 pounds, 1500 pounds, 5000 pounds, your majesty!!!"<br /><br />-"What did they ask for, whatever it is they can have it!" "They want your case of wonka bars. Ms Curtis, did you hear me it's your husband's life or your case of wonka bars!" "How long will they give me to think it over?"<br /><br />-"The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last."<br /><br />-"If the good Lord had intended on us walking he wouldnt have invented roller skates."<br />-"He can't swim! There's no better time to learn."<br />-Don't just stand there, do something!" "Help. Police. Murder."<br /><br />The list goes on...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As I sat there busting a gut, I realized something: I have seen this movie so many, many times and these jokes were never funny to me. Had I been not really watching this movie? Have the jokes changed? It then hit me...I am getting old and jokes that weren't funny to me are now hilarious! This opened up a realm of "realizations" that have made me realize that "I am getting old."<br /><br /><br /><br />The following are things that make me know I am getting older:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Roller coasters now make me a little sick. I used to be OBSESSED with roller coasters! I would sit for hours in a line for a good "coast." Now, I will finish one and think "was that worth 45 minutes of sitting in line for a headache, stomach ache, back ache, and loss of an hour? Don't get me wrong, I still like them, but I am starting to see why older people don't like them. It is illogical to wait for so long to get tossed around in a metal cart.<br /><br /><br /><br />1a. From the age of 11-15, I went to Seven Peaks almost every day in the summer. Going that many times still never got old. I adored it. Even in college, it was a good day when my friends and I would go to Seven Peaks. The boomerang, Free Fall, rope swing, lily pads, etc. never failed for me. Well, Layni and I went to the Peaks this summer and it was a very different experience. I chickened out on the boomerang, went down freefall and couldn't believe I did that to myself (those who have been on it know that it really hurts your back and hips and it just isn't worth it to me anymore), I wish I had brought a book to read (Are you kidding me? I used to make fun of my mom so much for wanting to "sit in the shade and read at Seven Peaks"), sat in the the shallow end of the wave pool for about two hours, went on the rope swing and it didn't entertain me at all, went in the adult pool place by the hot tubs and thought "What are all these annoying little kids doing in this spot? Stop splashing me! Get out of here!" -okay grandma! Etc. Etc. Etc. Long story short, Seven Peaks isn't the same anymore...<br /><br /><br /><br />2. I am speaking like an elderly. I now say things like "Wild, Wonderful, Silly, Great, Fantastic, Cooky, etc. Those that are reading and are on the older side know you say these things and know that I have now joined you.<br /><br /><br /><br />3. I went to bed at 9:15 last night. 9:15!!! I was so excited too! I was wearing my nightie (long t-shirt-like dress thing, so grandma), and was thrilled to be in bed early. Joke, Joke, Joke!!!!!<br /><br />All-in-all, I am turning into an old prune. An old prune that loves her life! I am pefectly happy with all these changes and can't wait for the changes up ahead!<br /><br />-CaitCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-12576561538637851752010-09-03T11:33:00.000-07:002010-09-03T11:51:30.236-07:00Hello World!!! Remember Me?Wow, it sure has been a long time since we have blogged. I feel like life gets busier and busier by the day, and I don't even have kids yet!<br /><br /> Well, the reason I have decided to begin blogging again (yes, there was a moment when I thought "I am done with blogging") is because I feel like so many funny things happen to me on a daily basis; whether it is from my English students, my cheerleaders, my dogs, or my husband. I feel the need to share them all. <br /> Another thing that I have wanted to start blogging about is my obsession with home improvements "aka" things I do to my house and yard. I have been told that I am very unique and thoughtful about how I decorate my house with what things I do to it, and just my ideas. I got that from my mom, who, if you know her AT ALL, know that she is beyond obsessed with her house, her yard, her cooking, and her antiques. <br /> Growing up, I always hated how we would eat such gourmet food. I would always beg her saying "Please let us eat hot dogs or sloppy joes like every other family." I was clearly in the faze of fitting in and it didn't help when my friends would come over for dinner and be eating "every-bean-known-to-man casserole on top of a prune and squash risotto (totally made up, but funny ha). Now I have learned to adore her cooking, excluding the occasional "blue cheese-stuffed bell pepper" or "cranberry hamburgers." <br /> The same goes for her decor. I have learned that I like to decorate just like she does! I find myself, every time I go over there, trying to steal something from her house without her noticing lol.<br /><br /> Long story short, I have learned that I am becoming my mom in every way and I am perfectly happy with it. In fact, I love it! <br /> So, I will be blogging about my home "stuff" that I do, as well as funny things that happen to me daily.<br /><br />Enjoy!!Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-77375019829495092712010-01-31T21:00:00.000-08:002010-01-31T21:42:28.816-08:00Disneyland!!!<div align="center">So, for our Christmas present, Bryce and I went to Disneyland over New Year's. It was so much fun, but so crazy!! I have never been so close to so many people at one time. It was shoulder-to-shoulder the entire time. It was so much fun though! I adore Disneyland, and was so happy to finally go there with the love of my life. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkiI5HS5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/LD3mGjskQUU/s1600-h/HPIM1285.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140538134449042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkiI5HS5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/LD3mGjskQUU/s320/HPIM1285.JPG" /></a> On our daily shuttle ride</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2Zkh35to5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/BiGvjaBCKXI/s1600-h/HPIM1232.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140533573559186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2Zkh35to5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/BiGvjaBCKXI/s320/HPIM1232.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkhQ4EZgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BmfWTSr0MUI/s1600-h/HPIM1235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140523097679362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkhQ4EZgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BmfWTSr0MUI/s320/HPIM1235.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkhWfmGVI/AAAAAAAAAus/YONn4WIZxJI/s1600-h/HPIM1236.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140524605643090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZkhWfmGVI/AAAAAAAAAus/YONn4WIZxJI/s320/HPIM1236.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2Zkg4E08-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/U2mOJZQBdvc/s1600-h/HPIM1251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140516440306658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2Zkg4E08-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/U2mOJZQBdvc/s320/HPIM1251.JPG" /></a> I couldn't get the sword out....:(<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjQ8ZV4NI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7s8FnuIAeXw/s1600-h/HPIM1252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139143210557650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjQ8ZV4NI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7s8FnuIAeXw/s320/HPIM1252.JPG" /></a>I found this little guy while waiting in line for Mr. Toad's, and wanted to keep him, but everyone around me kept saying "what would you do with him?" so I felt bad and left him alone.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjQc84t0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/sZKkB1F76Lo/s1600-h/HPIM1254.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139134769706818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjQc84t0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/sZKkB1F76Lo/s320/HPIM1254.JPG" /></a>For once, Bryce was sick on this ride, not me....weird, huh?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjP08w9PI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zloALmcooEM/s1600-h/HPIM1258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139124031780082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjP08w9PI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zloALmcooEM/s320/HPIM1258.JPG" /></a> My love!!! The Cheshire Cat!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjPiVwzqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O1XQfTpYjZs/s1600-h/HPIM1263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139119036354210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjPiVwzqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/O1XQfTpYjZs/s320/HPIM1263.JPG" /></a>This picture doesn't give the lights justice...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjPC7ZXKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/opLClzjc-_E/s1600-h/HPIM1272.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139110604266658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZjPC7ZXKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/opLClzjc-_E/s320/HPIM1272.JPG" /></a> Mine? They kept saying it and it was so funny!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiXwxoIdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Xwx9fRL77KQ/s1600-h/HPIM1273.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138160838648274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiXwxoIdI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Xwx9fRL77KQ/s320/HPIM1273.JPG" /></a>Just a small example of how packed it was<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiXfAzk3I/AAAAAAAAAts/Fv1SfuXwuvM/s1600-h/HPIM1282.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138156070474610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiXfAzk3I/AAAAAAAAAts/Fv1SfuXwuvM/s320/HPIM1282.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiW558xcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ktM_P-vn4U4/s1600-h/HPIM1280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138146109605314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiW558xcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ktM_P-vn4U4/s320/HPIM1280.JPG" /></a>Kissing in front of the castle, with fireworks, at midnight :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiWmg5BvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1-igQP_lY9M/s1600-h/HPIM1287.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138140904228594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiWmg5BvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1-igQP_lY9M/s320/HPIM1287.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />My only <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">souvenirs</span> I love these mugs!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiWR0a1HI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zzKbOYefFDs/s1600-h/HPIM1286.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138135348991090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/S2ZiWR0a1HI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zzKbOYefFDs/s320/HPIM1286.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxA_iMZJ2mPyURhcMAMatxZVOAAxXIHdlG-IhHffM-6r_mMmFcUsTJO4FTgr4bRV_skq2lKI75r90ryNGL6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzL0T_kvEADOn90E5jsvXUIjc6MZiOWlfM6qWZaQCt31Wd4WCbQ23VP1keI6a49KVLPgR1YpT2eErGS2vxhig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzG1Tbkj4dE-UNiHVPx7fWMBSXx-wb4SvzW1M3JF9V8P6-y7EVgRj-zp2bpR75HTP0BxGGT907RKGB3hz6D' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-41932480736860266282009-12-18T11:03:00.001-08:002009-12-18T11:09:13.979-08:00I am loving teaching right now :)So, I truly love my profession. I think this new way of thinking has come about from some pretty negative things that have been happening in my life right now.<br /><br />I have been having some severe struggles with cheerleading parents (one couple in particular). I will not bore you with all the details, but it has caused me much trouble, pain, and sleepless nights. The COOL thing is that the Lord works in mysterious and sometimes weird ways. Ever since I have been dealing with these problems, I have, for some odd reason, been way more into teaching. I think it is because I am getting ridiculed so much for being such a "mean and bad coach" that I have seen how much I am NOT like that and how much I truly love my kids. I don't know if I can put all these feelings into words, but the light at the end of the dark tunnel is here and I am loving teaching.<br /><br />For example, today I had to run down to the office and figure a few things out while my 3rd period students were silently reading. I come back to class to find my podium up against the door, both garbage cans, and a student, one of my favorites, recording me as I walk in. Most teachers, including myself on most days, would have freaked out and given them a huge assignment to do or something. I just laughed and made them write triple the amount of work lol. BUT I was smiling the whole time. It turns out that they are making a teacher documentary. I now think they are funny, but I won't tell them that. High school kids are just fun, once you have their respect, and the relationship between you and them starts to build. I am just loving it!<br /><br />That is all.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-63471580052415807372009-10-18T17:12:00.000-07:002009-10-18T17:38:11.149-07:00A WICKED weekend...My sisters, mom, and I flew to Denver this weekend to go see the musical "Wicked." It was the most amazing musical in the entire world! I could watch it every single day for the rest of my life! It was such a great time with my sisters and my mommy. We loved it! Here are some pics.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyilKtx6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/X9S2yCOud8w/s1600-h/HPIM1170.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101285868652450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyilKtx6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/X9S2yCOud8w/s320/HPIM1170.JPG" /></a> Layni and me<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyZEnX2OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/us5fG57MAnM/s1600-h/HPIM1167.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101122511657186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyZEnX2OI/AAAAAAAAAtE/us5fG57MAnM/s320/HPIM1167.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyYvSiCnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/37bPmk7Axhk/s1600-h/HPIM1165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101116787100274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyYvSiCnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/37bPmk7Axhk/s320/HPIM1165.JPG" /></a> Our hotel (The Curtis) was so fun! Every floor had a different theme. Our floor was the "fun and games floor" and every time our elevator would stop on our floor it would play "The Price is Right" music. There were sixteen floors including: the horror floor on the 13th of course, the LOL floor, the big hair floor, the chick flick floor, etc. It was so much fun! This is a picture of us with a giant "barrel of monkeys" monkey.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyYP37N3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/jdghmM8rUvM/s1600-h/HPIM1153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101108354004850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyYP37N3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/jdghmM8rUvM/s320/HPIM1153.JPG" /></a><br />At Dinner<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyXzAhR2I/AAAAAAAAAss/w3cvLO5eV7Q/s1600-h/HPIM1144.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101100605425506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyXzAhR2I/AAAAAAAAAss/w3cvLO5eV7Q/s320/HPIM1144.JPG" /></a> A giant Jenga game in the Lobby<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyXdRPXmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/XAYRY6iklBg/s1600-h/HPIM1145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394101094769974882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuyXdRPXmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/XAYRY6iklBg/s320/HPIM1145.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxSR4t9uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/mZPqmBINDdA/s1600-h/HPIM1151.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099906303358690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxSR4t9uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/mZPqmBINDdA/s320/HPIM1151.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRxhd-hI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Qg8lYbl16vQ/s1600-h/HPIM1163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099897615907346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRxhd-hI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Qg8lYbl16vQ/s320/HPIM1163.JPG" /></a><br />A sign we saw on the street and couldn't stop laughing<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRpIIBDI/AAAAAAAAAsM/xtC9YvRwZ04/s1600-h/HPIM1162.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099895362126898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRpIIBDI/AAAAAAAAAsM/xtC9YvRwZ04/s320/HPIM1162.JPG" /></a> Being witches<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRGmfR6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/nOxmIUhPiZM/s1600-h/HPIM1160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099886094239650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxRGmfR6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/nOxmIUhPiZM/s320/HPIM1160.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxQklwV1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/SuzZESaWgxo/s1600-h/HPIM1155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099876964357970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/StuxQklwV1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/SuzZESaWgxo/s320/HPIM1155.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-77461455558256451442009-08-26T12:20:00.000-07:002009-08-26T12:33:31.479-07:00Back to school....back to school.....(Billy Madison, anyone?)Well school started again......bittersweet, isn't it? I am teaching at Maple Mountain High School and coaching cheer as well. Coaching is a full-time job all by itself, and I have been doing that since March, so now that teaching has finally come into the picture, I am overloaded! Let's talk about the good parts:<br /><br />1. I have my OWN classroom! That might seem like a no-brainer to the general folk, but I didn't have a classroom last year, and I DIED!!!! It was the craziest experience of my life. Not only did I teach in 3 different classrooms, but they were in 3 different buildings!!! So that is a big plus!<br /><br />2. I only have to teach 5 classes, instead of last year's 7. This is huge. That is ~80 students LESS, which makes grading papers 80 times easier.<br /><br />3. I teach a block away from my house. This is so nice! I don't have to wake up way early just to drive for 25 minutes and wait in Lehi main street traffic to and from school.<br /><br />4. I am not a first year teacher anymore!!! This is the best. I am considered a semi-normal teacher now lol.<br /><br />5. Less classroom management, more teaching! This is wonderful. I taught 7th and 8th graders last year and spent most of the class period managing them in class. Now that I am teaching 10th and 11th, I can pretty much teach. They have matured, and listen so much better.<br /><br />6. Our English Dept. has about 100 classroom sets of novels. Think about a book you want to teach, and we probably have it. This is so nice!<br /><br />I could go on, but these are the basics. There aren't really any negative things, other than my life is drastically busier. I love it!<br /><br />Cheer is great, but VERY stressful and time-consuming. I love the girls, and the sport, and that makes it great. We have a football game this Friday vs. Westlake (some of my old students) which will be fun. Go eagles!Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-47394169667323810782009-06-22T09:53:00.001-07:002009-06-22T09:56:29.249-07:00Our New Home!<div align="center">Well we finally moved into our brand new home! We love it so much. Allie loves it too, hence the picture below. It is in Spanish Fork right next to the new Maple Mountain High School, where I will be teaching and coaching. There is so much to do i.e painting, more furniture, yardwork, patio, etc. but we are excited to be home owners!</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sj-3N5HRLRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kChJJNPf2og/s1600-h/our+home.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350196331636927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sj-3N5HRLRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kChJJNPf2og/s320/our+home.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sj-3NUbhseI/AAAAAAAAArs/7gjXg1Ovolk/s1600-h/allie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350196321789784546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sj-3NUbhseI/AAAAAAAAArs/7gjXg1Ovolk/s320/allie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-64837576360086564482009-04-30T08:25:00.000-07:002009-04-30T08:52:21.895-07:00Marley and Me....thoughts<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfnH-J3XVvI/AAAAAAAAArc/RJnGuKctLh4/s1600-h/marley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfnH-J3XVvI/AAAAAAAAArc/RJnGuKctLh4/s320/marley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330511504583644914" border="0" /></a>BEWARE OF A MOVIE SPOILER! Not that you really want to was this show anyway, you will baul your eyes out.<br /><br /><br /></div>So Bryce rented Marley and Me last night. Let me just tell you that I have very mixed feelings about this film. First off, let me remind you that I cry about everything. I cry when I see a dead animal on the side of the road, I cry at homeless commercials, I cry at random things sometimes, I CRY AT EVERYTHING. So you can imagine my surprise when I was blubbering (literally) like an idiot at a fake movie. It TORE at my heart strings. I loved the movie because I love dogs. My allie bear is my life and I adore her. It was so funny and cute until the dog got sick. That's when the first tear dropped. Marley couldn't make it up the stairs one day and I lost it. Next they throw at me him lying on the ground far away from home preparing to die. Then they say his stomach is failing; then Jennifer Aniston and her children are bauling as Owen Wilson, the father, takes Marley to the vet which they all know is for the last time. DON'T YOU WORRY THAT THEY SHOWED THE VET GIVING MARLEY THE "DEATH SHOT". I HAD TO WATCH HIS EYES SLOWLY CLOSE AND HIS BREATHING SLOWLY STOP! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What psycho director/producer decided to create such a thing?????? Don't get me wrong, it was cute at times, but I felt like I was going to pass out I was crying so much! Bryce said he hasn't EVER cried so much in a movie in his entire life! He was wiping tears away and I was SOBBING! The worst part, is after the horror was finally over I couldn't stop crying. I kept thinking about things that happened in the movie and would start a whole other crying spree. The only positive thing that I got from it is to remember how much I love my dog. She is so precious and like the movie says<br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?"<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I encourage everyone to go out and buy a dog. They make life amazing. Just don't see the movie or you will never want to feel that hearache one day. </span><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-17183122859483695372009-04-30T06:50:00.000-07:002009-04-30T08:23:26.024-07:00Mexico cruise!<div style="text-align: center;">My family and I went on a 7-day cruise to Mexico. I have uploaded all the pictures but you know how blogs go and the pictures are so jumbled up, so forgive me for not having them in chronological order, but enjoy anyway :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmwPwVbJPI/AAAAAAAAArM/f-ympFDNybQ/s1600-h/cruise+116.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmwPwVbJPI/AAAAAAAAArM/f-ympFDNybQ/s320/cruise+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330485418688980210" border="0" /></a><br />Here are our two waiters: Sarafin and Rolly. They are holding a flaming cake aka Baked Alaska. It was great. They were the most amazing people in the world. I want Sarafin to come live with me! He was so sweet and amazing!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmv92dKywI/AAAAAAAAAq0/88HpyVld1iE/s1600-h/cruise+117.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmv92dKywI/AAAAAAAAAq0/88HpyVld1iE/s320/cruise+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330485111094430466" border="0" /></a>Yummy!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvzvlmhTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5lQwK7tiZG4/s1600-h/cruise+114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvzvlmhTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5lQwK7tiZG4/s320/cruise+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484937452062002" border="0" /></a><br />Sarafin Dancing! He was seriously the best dancer!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmvzdgs-HI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GlHihxmQEpg/s1600-h/cruise+111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmvzdgs-HI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GlHihxmQEpg/s320/cruise+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484932599674994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfm7CLEwjdI/AAAAAAAAArU/udkWxKThkls/s1600-h/cruise+110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfm7CLEwjdI/AAAAAAAAArU/udkWxKThkls/s320/cruise+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330497279976574418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvzL6NDaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mH5btbKYQq8/s1600-h/cruise+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvzL6NDaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mH5btbKYQq8/s320/cruise+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484927874796962" border="0" /></a><br />Layni Downing her soup lol<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmvy2lPhpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/idCt83Mb0MI/s1600-h/cruise+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmvy2lPhpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/idCt83Mb0MI/s320/cruise+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484922149734034" border="0" /></a><br />The best mushroom pastry in the world!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmveR7o-2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/rhwAuFNNxM4/s1600-h/cruise+103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmveR7o-2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/rhwAuFNNxM4/s320/cruise+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484568714181474" border="0" /></a><br />Mario Kart Wii Tournament<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmveJ31T5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/t9qaVZpwcvU/s1600-h/cruise+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmveJ31T5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/t9qaVZpwcvU/s320/cruise+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484566550728594" border="0" /></a>I took first place in the whole tournament! Bryce took second so here he is kissing my gold medal while he wears shameful silver<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdiR3fMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0KjULA9Phhs/s1600-h/cruise+102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdiR3fMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/0KjULA9Phhs/s320/cruise+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484555922504898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdmkgmhI/AAAAAAAAAps/Al4HkVKS6C0/s1600-h/cruise+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdmkgmhI/AAAAAAAAAps/Al4HkVKS6C0/s320/cruise+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484557074438674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdX-crGI/AAAAAAAAApk/tYrGbsLV_Fs/s1600-h/cruise+100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmvdX-crGI/AAAAAAAAApk/tYrGbsLV_Fs/s320/cruise+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484553156701282" border="0" /></a><br />Us with Sarafin<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu9MtQe1I/AAAAAAAAApc/j9q_On8ILfw/s1600-h/cruise+093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu9MtQe1I/AAAAAAAAApc/j9q_On8ILfw/s320/cruise+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330484000375995218" border="0" /></a><br />Our boat from the arch in Cabo<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu82fAxrI/AAAAAAAAApU/HAik7_tDbao/s1600-h/cruise+095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu82fAxrI/AAAAAAAAApU/HAik7_tDbao/s320/cruise+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483994410665650" border="0" /></a><br />My cute mom wearing a life vest because she was so scared. It was funny<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8tswj2I/AAAAAAAAApM/karrua4vHZc/s1600-h/cruise+089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8tswj2I/AAAAAAAAApM/karrua4vHZc/s320/cruise+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483992052404066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8aO7iJI/AAAAAAAAApE/zQU4f_tPLk8/s1600-h/cruise+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8aO7iJI/AAAAAAAAApE/zQU4f_tPLk8/s320/cruise+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483986827020434" border="0" /></a><br />Driving around the arch<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8Po4TqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2EWf1dC2dlw/s1600-h/cruise+071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmu8Po4TqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2EWf1dC2dlw/s320/cruise+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483983983070882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmuhvv08YI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cbCiq-6IMAg/s1600-h/cruise+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmuhvv08YI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cbCiq-6IMAg/s320/cruise+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483528745677186" border="0" /></a><br />There is a new thing in Mexico. There were these Skeletons dressed like humans. I know it seems creepy but they were so detailed and so cool! I wanted one.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuhaR8WMI/AAAAAAAAAos/Nx2ocPW1ogE/s1600-h/cruise+068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuhaR8WMI/AAAAAAAAAos/Nx2ocPW1ogE/s320/cruise+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483522983188674" border="0" /></a><br />Notice the skeleton dog on a chain<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuhHfKz5I/AAAAAAAAAok/kSi-R2bLIL0/s1600-h/cruise+067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuhHfKz5I/AAAAAAAAAok/kSi-R2bLIL0/s320/cruise+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483517938388882" border="0" /></a><br />Typical Mexican Picture<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmug3FEQgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/DFqff9FMovw/s1600-h/cruise+062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmug3FEQgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/DFqff9FMovw/s320/cruise+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483513533940226" border="0" /></a><br />View from where we were eating breakfast on the boat<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuggbeweI/AAAAAAAAAoU/7F1rfd2Kqy0/s1600-h/cruise+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuggbeweI/AAAAAAAAAoU/7F1rfd2Kqy0/s320/cruise+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483507453936098" border="0" /></a><br />The best onion soup in the world!!!!! I couldn't get enough of it<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuI-jTrWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/cFR4gCM4JPc/s1600-h/cruise+060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuI-jTrWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/cFR4gCM4JPc/s320/cruise+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483103222967650" border="0" /></a><br />I love this picture of Bryce. We took a "taxi" ride back to the ship after being at the beach on Mazatlan. It was 2 dollars a person for a 20 minute ride in the back of this guy's truck. Mazatlan shirts=10 dollars Pina Coladas= 5 dollars Riding in the back of a Mexican's truck going 60 miles an hour while riahnna blasts from the front cab= PRICELESS.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuIvdItzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8fOVT9CIlzU/s1600-h/cruise+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuIvdItzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8fOVT9CIlzU/s320/cruise+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483099170551602" border="0" /></a><br />Downtown Mazatlan. <br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuIUTgQ5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/zT1M9lZQR1g/s1600-h/cruise+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuIUTgQ5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/zT1M9lZQR1g/s320/cruise+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483091882394514" border="0" /></a><br />Boogie Boarding at the beach<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuILC5Z5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w8AEDfh8o-A/s1600-h/cruise+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuILC5Z5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w8AEDfh8o-A/s320/cruise+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483089396819858" border="0" /></a><br />Amazing zucchini stuffed with onion stuffing and a bean cake<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuH3svs2I/AAAAAAAAAns/6z4K7EA4xLI/s1600-h/cruise+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmuH3svs2I/AAAAAAAAAns/6z4K7EA4xLI/s320/cruise+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330483084203635554" border="0" /></a><br />I should have turned off the flash but this was the most amazing chicken cordon bleu in the world!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmtwa9y1ZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8LNZItSLik4/s1600-h/cruise+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmtwa9y1ZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8LNZItSLik4/s320/cruise+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482681353524626" border="0" /></a>Grapefruit, kiwi, and raspberry sauce appetizer mMmmMmmM<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtwU-FtAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QYnKP0NO6aE/s1600-h/cruise+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtwU-FtAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QYnKP0NO6aE/s320/cruise+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482679744148482" border="0" /></a><br />Now I am not a HUGE fan of seafood but the crab legs were absolutely wonderful! I adored them!<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtwA6i6DI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6Ed9eSQ4rrM/s1600-h/cruise+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtwA6i6DI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6Ed9eSQ4rrM/s320/cruise+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482674360576050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmtv3rrDLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qpQ5aGX6K_c/s1600-h/cruise+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sfmtv3rrDLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qpQ5aGX6K_c/s320/cruise+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482671882276018" border="0" /></a><br />Us Ordering from the large menu lol<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtvpE3mKI/AAAAAAAAAnE/JvzzE2ZJRG4/s1600-h/cruise+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtvpE3mKI/AAAAAAAAAnE/JvzzE2ZJRG4/s320/cruise+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482667961424034" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Line<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOzOuC4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/tFQLobMnJw4/s1600-h/cruise+039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOzOuC4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/tFQLobMnJw4/s320/cruise+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482103751412610" border="0" /></a><br />Me and my mommy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOiNR-YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y2Alcf7XPgw/s1600-h/cruise+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOiNR-YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y2Alcf7XPgw/s320/cruise+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482099181975938" border="0" /></a><br />That's us lol<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOTqNmZI/AAAAAAAAAms/hWFxrHEyMDo/s1600-h/cruise+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOTqNmZI/AAAAAAAAAms/hWFxrHEyMDo/s320/cruise+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482095276792210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOOMlJCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h0fFrrCmmSc/s1600-h/cruise+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtOOMlJCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h0fFrrCmmSc/s320/cruise+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482093810328610" border="0" /></a><br />Laying out<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtN5G_CpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/K-YixBHEFZE/s1600-h/cruise+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SfmtN5G_CpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/K-YixBHEFZE/s320/cruise+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482088149715602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The ride to the boat. See, I was trying to have this picture first, o-well<br /></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-80407114053890121392009-03-05T08:10:00.001-08:002009-03-05T08:36:49.192-08:00I've been cooking lately....So I think I am turning into my mom. She has always loved to cook and now I am finding a passion for it too. I decided to make a japanese meal one night. I found some copycat recipes from Bennihana's and Tepanyaki. I decided to try out these recipes. Below is garlic chicken lo mein. I put chinese noodles, zuccini, onions, sesame seeds, honey, garlic cloves, chicken, CILANTRO!!! soy sauce, salt, pepper, and a few more ingredients to create this masterpiece. It was so good! I don't think the picture gives it justice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_50eP7yqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bSgmIRmo7-A/s1600-h/november+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_50eP7yqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bSgmIRmo7-A/s320/november+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737165561514658" border="0" /></a>I also decided to create my favorite salad dressing from Bennihana's and Tepanyaki. If you have tried it, you know how good it is. It is a creamy ginger dressing. Here is the recipe:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 c minced onion<br />1/2 c sesame seed oil<br />1/3 c rice vinegar<br />2 T water<br />2 T minced fresh ginger<br />2 T minced fresh celery<br />2 T Ketchup<br />4 t Soy Sauce<br />2 t sugar<br />2 t lemon juice<br />1/2 t minced garlic<br />1/2 t salt<br />1/2 t ground black pepper<br /><br />Combine all ingredients in a blender. Blend on high speed for about 30 seconds or until all ginger is pureed. Chill. Makes 1 3/4 cups. (I doubled this recipe)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_50DOg6xI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9x7WNZpmDWw/s1600-h/november+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_50DOg6xI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9x7WNZpmDWw/s320/november+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737158307801874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_5zhbMCbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/8tw-A5FNxRE/s1600-h/november+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_5zhbMCbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/8tw-A5FNxRE/s320/november+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737149234153906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_5zYTHprI/AAAAAAAAAl0/OsomGNFYTiU/s1600-h/november+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa_5zYTHprI/AAAAAAAAAl0/OsomGNFYTiU/s320/november+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737146784392882" border="0" /></a>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-62597217576294674282009-03-04T14:15:00.000-08:002009-03-05T08:10:24.608-08:00Valentine's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa8ADYWmnTI/AAAAAAAAAls/1N9KwJQg2hU/s1600-h/november+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa8ADYWmnTI/AAAAAAAAAls/1N9KwJQg2hU/s320/november+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309462543769967922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zx0JvRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cY-ElDypWMI/s1600-h/november+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zx0JvRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cY-ElDypWMI/s320/november+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461176215256338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7_GD18U2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/D51u6EVTp9Q/s1600-h/november+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7_GD18U2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/D51u6EVTp9Q/s320/november+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461490292249442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7_GZ5_CFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vfuZ8Hz9yx4/s1600-h/november+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7_GZ5_CFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vfuZ8Hz9yx4/s320/november+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461496214784082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-E-8wCdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FRTJhYeSkoM/s1600-h/november+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-E-8wCdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FRTJhYeSkoM/s320/november+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460372287130066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-FTcxQMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Sy2pkt5F-HM/s1600-h/november+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-FTcxQMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Sy2pkt5F-HM/s320/november+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460377790136514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-F-PEFPI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wl0WHLn62Yo/s1600-h/november+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-F-PEFPI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wl0WHLn62Yo/s320/november+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460389275374834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-GvrNi8I/AAAAAAAAAks/sPTJD7eNxuc/s1600-h/november+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-GvrNi8I/AAAAAAAAAks/sPTJD7eNxuc/s320/november+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460402546772930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-yZTg7bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GT9QoWBZmb8/s1600-h/november+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-yZTg7bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GT9QoWBZmb8/s320/november+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461152456043954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-y8O8xdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4Z95k0Aey_s/s1600-h/november+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-y8O8xdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4Z95k0Aey_s/s320/november+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461161832138194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zLmkLcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1sduSZeR2lo/s1600-h/november+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zLmkLcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1sduSZeR2lo/s320/november+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461165957721538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zrArnDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N0BhlSI5wQ8/s1600-h/november+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/Sa7-zrArnDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/N0BhlSI5wQ8/s320/november+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461174388759602" border="0" /></a>For Valentine's Day Bryce took me up to Salt Lake to dinner and to stay in the Little America Hotel. While we were pulling into the hotel I looked up at the Grand America Hotel. I have always wanted to stay there so I said "Can we stay there if we win the lottery or something?" and Bryce just laughed. We went to check into Little America and the woman at the counter said that they had overbooked the hotel. I was a little scared. She then continued by saying that they have upgraded us to the Grand America across the street. Both of our mouths dropped! We couldn't believe it! So we drove across the street and got let out of our car by a man in white gloves. We walked into the hotel and couldn't believe our eyes. It is the prettiest hotel I have ever been in! There was a pot of flowers that was as big as our bedroom. We couldn't stop laughing because we felt so out of place! While we were waiting in line to check into this hotel a man in white gloves came over to us carrying a tray of chocolate chip cookies and said "Sir, Miss, would you like a cookie?" hahahahahahahaha we were like "uhhh......okay!" Again, we felt so out of place! We went up to our room which was actually like five rooms put together. There were three rooms for the bathroom (for the toilet, the shower and bath, and a vanity/closet room, One room for the bed and t.v, and one room for sitting). It was nuts!!!<br /><br />So then we headed over to a restaurant called <span style="font-style: italic;">Faustinas</span>. It was a beautiful restaurant that served us a 6-course meal. We ordered our drinks (apple juice and diet coke) and then we began our meal. We started off with a pear safron soup, followed by these amazing chicken pillow things with balsamic vinegarette drizzled on top. We then had a house and caesar salad followed by an "intermission" which was a watermelon sorbet. It was supposed to cleanse our palet. We then had our main course which was steak sitting in au jus and pesto sauce with whipped potatoes covered in shitake mushroom chips and tempura'd onions. After that we had dessert which was chocolate-dipped strawberries and chocolate ravioli. Now let me tell you, that ravioli was the best thing I have EVER had!!!! I can't even describe the taste. It was a mixture between cinnamon and honey butter and sugar and yeah! I couldn't believe how good they were. And that was our meal! Everything was portioned so well that I only felt slightly bloated when we left.<br /><br />When we got back to the hotel, we decided to go swimming. We had to take this special elevator to the "spa" area. The pool had chandeliers hovering above it. Chandeliers?!!!! We, again, remembered that we didn't belong, but we acted like we did. HAHAH it was funny pretending to be snooty. All-in-all it was an amazing night! A night to remember!Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-90114645752232450112009-02-17T08:21:00.000-08:002009-02-17T11:05:21.602-08:00<h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://meganandsamshaw.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-tag.html">Husband Tag</a> </h3> 1. Where did you meet your husband?<br />We met in a karaoke lounge at Studio 600 in Salt Lake City. It was really weird for me to go up there, because I was done with dances and stuff. But there was this kid that I was going to meet up there and so I decided to go. We got there and it was crazy! There were so many people everywhere! We are not the typical "be cute all night and try to get boys" girls; we are weird. So of course we went up into the karaoke lounge upstairs and listened to crazy, funny people sing. We signed up to sing and were waiting for our turn when Bryce and his friend Matt walked in. Now the people up there, besides us, were weird (not that I'm not weird too lol) but it looked like a star wars convention meets national honor society meets the FFA. There weren't any cute guys up there so imagine our surprise when they walked in. They sat across the room from us. Bryce and I kept making eye contact. I couldn't believe how cute he was!!! It was like my dream guy walked into the room. Seriously! Now there was a table with a chocolate fountain, fruit, chips and salsa, and candy right in front of them. I thought I would get a better look so I went over, grabbed a strawberry, dipped it in chocolate, and walked away/ate it. Now me, being very accident prone, didn't realize that as I was glimpsing over to get a look at the perfect man I missed my mouth with the strawberry and chocolate went all down my face and chin. I turned around and rushed over to my friends who were laughing so hard. So me, right? So we got up to go see when our turn was and when we came back to our seats they were taken. The ONLY seats left were RIGHT NEXT TO BRYCE AND MATT! What are the chances that every single chair is occupied but those ones. So we went and sat down next to them. Sparks flew, emotions ran high, he actually talked to me!!!! That was that. I could not believe how amazingly perfect he was. His smile was huge and straight and white, he was way tall, his outfit was a dream, and his dimple in his chin sold the deal to me. On the way home my friend Jessica said "you are so going to marry him" and I did. Best night ever!<br />2. How long did you date before you got married?<br />Seven Months<br />.<br />3. How long have you been maried?<br />It will be one year in May<br />4.What does he do that surprises you?<br />He just does everything for me! It always surprises me how giving and generous he is.<br />5. What is your favorite feature of his?<br />Definitely his dimple in his chin<br />6.What is his best quality?<br />His humor and patience. He is so funny; it kills me. And he is so patient with me. I love him.<br />7. Does he have a nickname for you?<br />He calls me honey. <br />8.What is his favorite food?<br />He likes everything and he never gets the same thing twice. But he does love his Grandma Brough's pear jello. It's so good!<br />9.What is his favorite sport?<br />Basketball. He knows way too much about the NBA. He loves to play it as well. <br />10. When and where did you first kiss?<br />We had just finished watching the movie Disturbia at his house. We were on a love sack and he kissed me. I waited four dates to kiss him so it was perfect and wanted!<br /><br />12. Do you have any children?<br />Just our dog, Allie.<br />13.Does he have any hidden talents?<br />He is brilliant. He is the smartest person I know. I would have to say his knowledge of random trivia. He knows so much about the most random things ever!<br />14.How old is he?<br />26<br />15.Who said I love you first?<br />I did!! I couldn't help it! I think he was scared lol.<br />16.What is his favorite music?<br />He loves like Alternative Rock. He loves Weezer, Angels and Airwaves, the Killers, and stuff like that. But he also likes chill stuff like Ben Folds and Dashboard<br />17.what do you admire most about him?<br />How giving he is to others. He would do anything for me, without even asking why.<br />18. What is his favorite color?<br />Blue<br />19. Will he read this?<br />Yes, he will Hi honey! lolCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-90431537874661868632009-02-13T17:46:00.000-08:002009-02-13T18:32:36.898-08:00Oh how I Adore the Middle/Jr. High AgeToday was a crazy day at school. I think teachers should get paid extra for teaching on days like today. With the Valegrams of flowers, cookies, love letters, suckers, and teddy bears my classroom looked more like a floral shop than a classroom, and when I thought of teaching? YEAH RIGHT!!! Anyway, that is not the point of my post, THE POINT IS the fact that I love the age I teach. There is something so sweet and dare I say "pure" about 13-year olds. Now don't get me wrong, there are some students that I could definitely live without, but for the most part I love them. Today just reminded me how much I loved, back in the day, being in middle school and junior high.<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Reason 1:</span> Girls try SOOOO hard to be cool in jr. high. Once they are in high school they are content with their cool or not-so-cool lives. Like I said before, we had Valegrams passed out today. Well during FIRST PERIOD a lot of girls got carnations or teddy bears, and they carried them around like beauty queens. During FOURTH PERIOD I still had girls holding their flowers while they wrote, in the same hand, or they would pass around their teddy bears like show-and-tell. I thought it was strange for a second. I didn't understand while they didn't just put the stuff in their lockers. Then it dawned on me as I observed a girl smelling her flower and telling a boy that she "doesn't know who gave her the flower". I realized that it was a cool thing to get a Valegram and they needed to show the world that they were cool. I couldn't help but laugh, but I couldn't help but think that I probably did the exact same thing back in the day. Isn't it funny how insecure you are when you are that age?<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Reason 2</span>: I have been collecting a pretty good collection of notes passed in my classes. These are the highlight of my day. Especially notes between boys and girls. The typical note goes like this: girl=why are you mad at me? boy= you know why. girl=I really don't know, jessica just told me that she talked to Mike and he said that you were mad at me. What did I do?" boy="You broke my heart. I loved you more than Brittney and you didn't believe me and I don't want to go out anymore" BLAH BLAH BLAH it's so fun. I should photocopy some and post them on here.<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Reason 3:</span> The beloved Valentine's dance today after school. It was in the lunchroom in the middle of my school and as I was leaving work I thought I would walk over and observe, from above, my students socializing. Again, there is nothing more pure about this age. As I sat there watching the kids at the dance I had so many flashbacks. I observed girls checking out boys and/or slowly maneuvering their ways close to them, I observed during a slow song the girls getting insecure because they hadn't gotten asked to dance yet so they do the typical "dance with each other instead to be funny" dance. I remember doing that. It made you feel like you were too occupied to even think to dance with a boy. I also saw THE best: A girl and a boy dancing, and the girl's friends behind the boy with their hands over their mouths freaking out and jumping up and down because they were dancing. I remember doing that EXACT thing. I remember my friend Whitney Hill getting asked to dance by JEFF SHOCKLEY and me standing behind him making freakish faces and jumping up and down.<br /><br />I walked away from observing smiling EAR to EAR! I just love it. They are in their own world, junior high. It made me realize that this critical age in their lives is so precious and I am grateful that I get to be a part of it with them. I would like to thank people like Crystal, Sharly, Melissa, the "6 pack" and all the boys I crushed on like Alex Thorson, Scott Stewart and Miller, Jesse Riggs, and more for making my young adolescent years so memorable!Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-49710282624509782302009-02-06T12:11:00.000-08:002009-02-06T12:38:09.845-08:00We Booked Our Cruise!Bryce and I have always said that we want to go on a cruise sometime soon. Well that "soon" is in 9 weeks!! We are going on a 7-day cruise through Mexico on the Princess Cruise line. I am so excited!!! I have been on two cruises before, but never with my love. Bryce hasn't been on one yet, and he is like a child waiting for Christmas to come! We are both so excited, and so stressed because we need to have nice, toned bodies by then!!!!! Gold's Gym here we come!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SYybM7vli4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/EeULdZBCybI/s1600-h/sunprincess-1b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SYybM7vli4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/EeULdZBCybI/s320/sunprincess-1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299781508006251394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SYyfowj3mxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/W71guCx-n9E/s1600-h/lidodeck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SYyfowj3mxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/W71guCx-n9E/s320/lidodeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786384087161618" border="0" /></a><br />I hope we can be THIS happy on our cruise too!<br /></div>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-13371167239180982392009-01-29T13:29:00.000-08:002009-01-29T13:38:28.084-08:00It's the English in MeI found something really cool when it comes to words in the English language. I think it would be impossible to learn English as a second language!!! Check it out:<br /><br /><style type="text/css"> <!-- body { line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1px; font-variant: normal; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 4px } p { margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0 } --> </style><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">You think English is easy? </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">1) The bandage was wound around the wound. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 2) The farm was used to produce produce . </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 4) We must polish the Polish furniture. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 5) He could lead if he would get the lead out. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present . 8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 10) I did not object to the object. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 13) They were too close to the door to close it. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">14) The buck does funny things when the does are present. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> 16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests. </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?<br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> </span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"> You lovers of the English language might enjoy this . There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is 'UP.' It's easy to understand ...</span> </p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;">UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP ? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP ? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends. And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver; we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP ! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP . When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP... When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP. When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP. One could go on and on, but I'll wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so........it is time to shut UP!</span> </p>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-61422797599044417692009-01-26T18:44:00.000-08:002009-01-26T18:45:20.319-08:00Buck up little camper!Just in case anyone's having a bad day:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETN1px7i4KY&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETN1px7i4KY&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>B-rycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10120844016393961719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-45410240644220082882009-01-25T22:13:00.000-08:002009-01-25T22:21:54.158-08:00Allie thinks she's so smart.<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Whenever Allie needs water, she'll kick her water dish around to make a sound so we'll hear it and fill her water dish up. Well tonight, she decided to try it with food too. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295482383009620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iT0tbwP4rHg/SX1VK7GgoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/gOMZchEodk4/s320/HPIM0791.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Step 1: Carry bowl over to where we can see it.</div><div>Step 2: ? </div><div>Step 3: Receive food. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295482387707911842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iT0tbwP4rHg/SX1VLMmq3qI/AAAAAAAAABk/bXfle_6MY0s/s320/HPIM0792.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Here she is wondering what we're laughing at.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295482397094956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iT0tbwP4rHg/SX1VLvktzBI/AAAAAAAAABs/rgUAMZ0EP_I/s320/HPIM0793.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>The tile at the top of the picture is to illustrate how far she has taken the bowl. She's now by the front door. </div><div> </div><div>Just in case you were wondering. We do not starve our dog just so we can laugh at her doing this. We feed her at certain times and we've never missed a meal. We also feed her plenty. And in case you still think we neglect her and think that we just laughed at her and took pictures of her in her hungered state, we didn't. Caitlyn gave her a bowl of food. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>B-rycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10120844016393961719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-1173065156845880342009-01-25T21:43:00.000-08:002009-01-25T21:58:09.844-08:00An Intimate Evening With The Frandsens<div><br /><br /></div><div>I apologize for the lack off posts on our blog. Caitlyn and I haven't been very busy or doing anything important. We've just been spending time with each other and not updating our blog since the first part of December. Is that a sin?</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>On Friday, we met with our friends Dan and Kelsie in Salt Lake City, Utah for some chinese food and some ice skatin'. It was a great time had by all and we hope to do it again soon! (Not ice skating in particular, but hanging out in general.)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://web.mit.edu/rizos/www/blog/pfchangs.jpg" border="0" />Here's Dan and me eating at PF Chang's with our waiter. He was hungry too, so he sat down with us. Caitlyn and Kelsie took the picture. That's why they're not in it.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://myweb.wvnet.edu/~mswim/gifs/coffee.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>And here's us skating at the Gallivan Center in Salt Lake. Caitlyn's wearing the black stirrup pants and the white sweater. I decided to wear my hat again. Dan and Kelsie are on the far right, of course. </p>B-rycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10120844016393961719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-38795659701662259852008-12-09T08:16:00.000-08:002008-12-09T08:34:26.287-08:00<table style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td valign="top"> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two names you go by</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Cait<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. CaTaLiNa!!!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two things you are wearing now:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Really cute brown-suede flats<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Piggy-tails<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Two things you would want [or have] in relationship: (Have)</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Trust<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Humor<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two of your favorite things to do:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">1</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> Just being in the same room as Bryce<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">2. Playing Super Nintendo :)</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two things you want very badly at the moment:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. A house! (This Summer!!!)<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Tepanyaki!!!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two people who will fill this out:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Gerald, he is such a character<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Deborah, she has such a sweet spirit lol!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Two things you did yesterday:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">1. Ate Cafe Rio<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">2. Finished teaching a class novel about the Holocaust! I love this novel (The Devil's Arithmetic, so good, READ IT!) but reading it over and over and over (seven classes=SEVEN TIMES READING IT!!!) and it is nice to be done yay!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Two things you ate yesterday:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Taquitos<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Way good chex mix in the staff meeting<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Two people you last talked to:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Jordan (a student that I just told to calm down lol)<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">. Holly, my BFF across the hall lol<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two things you're doing tomorrow:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Teaching</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">2. Making a crockpot meal mMmMMmMm!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin-left: 7.5pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Two favorite holidays:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 1. Christmas Eve (I like it better than Christmas day. I know, you think I am weird, but it is so fun! My whole family and I stay up all night eating amazing treats and playing games and getting weirder and weirder as the night rolls on)<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Halloween!!!!!!!! I am obsessed with it</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two favorite beverages:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">1. Diet Coke</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">2. Caramel Apple Cider from Starbucks!!! So amazing!<br /></span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two people you would like to talk to who are not alive:</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">1. My Grandpa Paramore</span></span> </p> <p class="ecmsonormal" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> 2. Walt Disney<br /></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-61259559671824298942008-11-17T14:13:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:24:39.215-08:00I wOn A tWiLiGhT ConTeSt!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHuD68wiWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qadVxh1Z8jM/s1600-h/november+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHuD68wiWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qadVxh1Z8jM/s320/november+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269754790131304802" border="0" /></a>Here are the sad students...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHuDk7GDaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zi-idZCk6uc/s1600-h/november+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHuDk7GDaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zi-idZCk6uc/s320/november+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269754784218746274" border="0" /></a><br />Here are the Happy Students!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>So I got an email on Wednesday about a contest that Barnes and Noble was having for the upcoming movie <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Twilight</span></span>. They wanted us teachers to tell our students that they will be giving tickets to the pre-screening of the movie on Tuesday, which is tomorrow, to the person who can write the best essay about why they are the biggest <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Twilight</span></span> fan. I read it to all to my students. There are a lot of students, mainly boys, who are so anti-Twilight. I decided to take advantage of their hatred, lol. I made a little wager with my students that if I entered the contest and won then all those who have been dogging the books will HAVE to read them. They were so gung-hoe about it! Especially my 3rd period. Well today DURING THIRD PERIOD I get a phone call in my room and it is Barnes and Noble and they said I won the contest! I couldn't stop laughing. I told my students and they started freaking out. I was still on the phone with B&N and they were laughing hysterically. So all of them headed to the library after class to grab <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Twilight</span></span> with frowns on their faces. They will thank me someday. Bryce just went and picked up the tickets and I guess there is a whole package of stuff from posters to shirts to trading cards, lol and more. I am excited and my students are not hahahaaCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-49286145270129896172008-11-17T14:06:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:13:40.680-08:00aLLiE's FiRsT SnOw!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrkc8IzsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pM9v7zlYwVY/s1600-h/november+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrkc8IzsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pM9v7zlYwVY/s320/november+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269752050476437186" border="0" /></a>Here she is sniffing it/checking it all out<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrjh961rI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WrtfT5ZjgUQ/s1600-h/november+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrjh961rI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WrtfT5ZjgUQ/s320/november+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269752034646218418" border="0" /></a><br />Let's do some more sniffing<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrjYnwf4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/A0fLIV2fRg8/s1600-h/november+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHrjYnwf4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/A0fLIV2fRg8/s320/november+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269752032137346946" border="0" /></a><br />Now it's time to dig and dig and dig and dig!!! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHri3CaCwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lVm5FBo04oo/s1600-h/november+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEmKJOHeq1s/SSHri3CaCwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lVm5FBo04oo/s320/november+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269752023122316034" border="0" /></a><br />"Mommy, look look LOOK!!! I can't stop jumping up on you because<br />I am so excited to show you this cool new thing I found!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>These pictures are from a couple of weeks ago, but it was the funniest thing; Allie and her first snow. The pictures explain it all.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185173899358698352.post-75192493002925856672008-11-11T07:43:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:08:00.415-08:00STUFF ABOUT ME... My name is Catalin and i love stuff. I copied this survey from Cam. Thanks love you!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Favorites!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Color</span>: Green is where it's at!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Food</span>: This is horrible but I love hamburgers and fries!!!! And with a Diet Coke it would seal the deal.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vacation:</span> Cabo!!!! I want to go back there so badly<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Movie</span>: I am such a documentary person. Put me in the life of someone else and I will watch for hours.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Music</span>: Lately I have been really into acoustic bands. They are almost always chill and enjoyable to listen to.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Holiday</span>: Christmas is so fun! I am so excited for my first Christmas with my new husband! I love the food, the music, the smells, the family time, buy presents for people and seeing their faces when they open them, etc.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Season</span>: Fall -the smell is amazing! It turns into winter way too fast.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Song</span>: I love Jack Johnson and Gavin DeGraw. They are wonderful.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where I have been:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Hawaii (The Big Island and Oahu)<br />Mexico (Cozumel, Cabo, and Tiajuana<br />Jamaica<br />Caymen Islands<br />Key West<br />Miami<br />Atlanta<br />Washington D.C<br />Virginia<br />California<br />DISNEYLAND!<br />Oregon Coast<br />VEGAS!!!<br /><br />I really hope I get to go to more places.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where I have lived<br /><br /></span></span>Mapleton<br />Springville<br />Provo<br />Orem<br />Pleasant Grove<br /><br />Such a big radius, huh? lolCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675796700363863957noreply@blogger.com2