tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49548321919010901212024-03-13T03:05:19.216-06:00GeorgevilleWelcome to Georgeville. We hope you enjoy your visit with us.The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-39045416147252007552009-06-08T12:20:00.003-06:002009-06-08T13:03:23.401-06:00Bliss<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Our best friend,<br />six weeks old<br /> 12 pounds 13 ounces.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOelKV_P__-RaA9bhZ_hgksVK_id-L_lpLYYwOEulDsZvWKCql3EZH9dkPHKvCIYcEp5PaAwRVTOQs59AWfLk7HYcUL-9I62-39HtZyU9qq86i6vcTmzMEfXMH_ypgLWoPtJMmLJN9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOelKV_P__-RaA9bhZ_hgksVK_id-L_lpLYYwOEulDsZvWKCql3EZH9dkPHKvCIYcEp5PaAwRVTOQs59AWfLk7HYcUL-9I62-39HtZyU9qq86i6vcTmzMEfXMH_ypgLWoPtJMmLJN9Cc/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023933045137026" border="0" /></a>(pictured, 2 weeks old)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Bliss is what I have been feeling the last six weeks! Besides that, I don't know if I can describe in words how great motherhood is. It is amazing that we can be creators of life like our heavenly parents. I am so thankful for the blessings of being a parent. The nine months of misery is totally worth it!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzbFASRtA_tcV_oaCcb7QMqbsPxmxQ1nKkBisM8OBevRmzXrQ0R62DavzXbWFau1tc-v8Claq6z2IW_p3vSgwJq29CKqasaS-FOSOZeME_nLZ0GV7mEC5KiJN11VbF9ebVXYmYbyf4iU/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzbFASRtA_tcV_oaCcb7QMqbsPxmxQ1nKkBisM8OBevRmzXrQ0R62DavzXbWFau1tc-v8Claq6z2IW_p3vSgwJq29CKqasaS-FOSOZeME_nLZ0GV7mEC5KiJN11VbF9ebVXYmYbyf4iU/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023928705260546" border="0" /></a><br />He is still a sweet little boy. Although, he is a little naughty in the way that he only wants to sleep in our arms during the day. It has made it a little difficult for me to get ready or do anything besides hold him. But, for the most part I am not complaining because all I have wanted to do is hold him; it will be such a short time that he will want to be in my arms.<br /><br />We have enjoyed every minute! Danny didn't even get mad last night when Zach peed on him, including a few drops in his mouth. Gross!<br /><br />Zach has always been a smiley kid (in his sleep, as seen below) but the last couple of weeks he has, several times, smiled consciously and cooed at us.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc9ydKws_Ns6TTQ_ICDsIYmR87f69L2TMJW6Fglnk1mXm0CfybnXMkTYl3bqQ2m2rjyjyKBKcApxnVYgP25QIgXhR3dZbczNMoJ5x6Rnr0W5Rm5Oc7gwuXqTTapwQKDFMCgU2ZlTHIxo/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc9ydKws_Ns6TTQ_ICDsIYmR87f69L2TMJW6Fglnk1mXm0CfybnXMkTYl3bqQ2m2rjyjyKBKcApxnVYgP25QIgXhR3dZbczNMoJ5x6Rnr0W5Rm5Oc7gwuXqTTapwQKDFMCgU2ZlTHIxo/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023922027051170" border="0" /></a><br />I love the color of his hair. I love when he has bed head. I love all the noises he makes, grunts, coos, squeaks and even cries, since it is relatively infrequent.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34HofRr5TyT6FFLaG8Lgxd9usxXhAUNdCNf9wfa_Bahw5BaOolekiAO88iSCEGQXWrQSHQjDbJUGUHchx8Qrmk2trcHm0B0ckMLui-_jADrwzODwew2HiigEQQIZ4j3GlBHpqK5BxQQk/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34HofRr5TyT6FFLaG8Lgxd9usxXhAUNdCNf9wfa_Bahw5BaOolekiAO88iSCEGQXWrQSHQjDbJUGUHchx8Qrmk2trcHm0B0ckMLui-_jADrwzODwew2HiigEQQIZ4j3GlBHpqK5BxQQk/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023920840117762" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-60921896168102900002009-04-27T19:41:00.011-06:002009-04-27T23:42:05.351-06:00The George family<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">WE ARE SO EXCITED TO HAVE OUR LITTLE BOY AT HOME WITH US!</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Welcome Zachary Noel George</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Born Wed. April 22, 2009</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">20 1/2 inches, 8lbs. 9oz.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WE LOVE YOU!!!</span></span></span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNijgOhYIa3AUInfel4H0A3Jy_SemFdJ2G-UetNqJ5Oy6t-lJmP4IFJ5ZKeqDjnkzJkTRF0mXh4iU_VARV2BJo-z8p46CeCkSP1TabG5_UrWM4SyciscRibEMWA1o3nrehXOYX8KTr_SY/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNijgOhYIa3AUInfel4H0A3Jy_SemFdJ2G-UetNqJ5Oy6t-lJmP4IFJ5ZKeqDjnkzJkTRF0mXh4iU_VARV2BJo-z8p46CeCkSP1TabG5_UrWM4SyciscRibEMWA1o3nrehXOYX8KTr_SY/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609559701285026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YpqSTcioI5adVh2ksvCuD8HkwcjVLsXQ0DQxFmRPYv3Vrz3OnjmfZNnJnI0_i4qSYfXqGKyqROtD_igTZFkjw4CsXnNmtUHQfja0lcS6XA-krhfrJgT9V6-GTOdR3iumwJvZac3I1-A/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YpqSTcioI5adVh2ksvCuD8HkwcjVLsXQ0DQxFmRPYv3Vrz3OnjmfZNnJnI0_i4qSYfXqGKyqROtD_igTZFkjw4CsXnNmtUHQfja0lcS6XA-krhfrJgT9V6-GTOdR3iumwJvZac3I1-A/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609560405129906" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I woke up Wed. morning about 5am with contractions t</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hat were about 3 mins. apart. I thought I would have at least all morning to get ready to go to the hospital.</span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">At about 7am I took a shower, my water broke... I GUSHED water with every </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">contraction. The nurse couldn't believe how much water was in there. There was so much water that even at about 5pm my midwife had to break my water again. Part of the sack had been pooling some more water.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8IUViJouty5RTag5ofO69_fQ-JXSbfMuLAcFbP4O8rtDa3AcomBeYP0wBtK9_UC3tPwkPVpE3MxsuQR-TzMR5Sl3BpKCrd8F3rhU_lnbdBO52RXmmnT4zmw2lNz6ZlaPwOZCtcuSiQM/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8IUViJouty5RTag5ofO69_fQ-JXSbfMuLAcFbP4O8rtDa3AcomBeYP0wBtK9_UC3tPwkPVpE3MxsuQR-TzMR5Sl3BpKCrd8F3rhU_lnbdBO52RXmmnT4zmw2lNz6ZlaPwOZCtcuSiQM/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605699427623810" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We went to the hospital about 9am. Labor was painful between 10am to about 1pm... I had only progressed from 3cm to 4cm. I was already exhausted and not looking forward to a possible 12 or more hours. So, I got an epidural. It was great. My husband, mom, sister and mother in law were all having a party in the room beforehand while I lay in the bed peacefully contracting.</span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Within a couple hours after the midwife broke my water it became evident that </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">because of all the water, even in the later stages of labor, it didn't allow our boy to drop into the birth canal correctly. He was in a bad position, chin first anterior, </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">meaning it is not deliverable. His neck could have broken and he could have broken my pelvis. The midwife brought in her back-up. Within five minutes I w</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">as in the o.r. being prepped for a c-section. It was an emotional time for the both of us. They ended up having to put me all the way under because I couldn't hold still. It felt like reflexes that I couldn't control because there was a a little bit of pain and a lot of pressure.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsDiWzKGQmiPiFicAgERVrKcLI_EzKUDGuGkmsS1yzB88IJLqFDtN_-ZZWkBxt6IH-jmq-hKhBRQvdapThizUARRQpjBaCJwdyg5MOMhFAjtvNesO6cmrSXMIlvLmfWTpOkuKaqXErgg/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsDiWzKGQmiPiFicAgERVrKcLI_EzKUDGuGkmsS1yzB88IJLqFDtN_-ZZWkBxt6IH-jmq-hKhBRQvdapThizUARRQpjBaCJwdyg5MOMhFAjtvNesO6cmrSXMIlvLmfWTpOkuKaqXErgg/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329606691648005154" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Three minutes later at 6:53pm our little boy was born.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wVuXLf36CkbXJjeFQP_Yu6MnTQOCKgvMCnXo-643VP92JUzk313qpDoAjFpvDOTXxPmxFDSjvBwLsIp8H4bZsJ5hqEFZb5xTJ7qpJbXPd2gr3a3bFxUmmkULEPQ0EWTXdOwHYoB0vEw/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wVuXLf36CkbXJjeFQP_Yu6MnTQOCKgvMCnXo-643VP92JUzk313qpDoAjFpvDOTXxPmxFDSjvBwLsIp8H4bZsJ5hqEFZb5xTJ7qpJbXPd2gr3a3bFxUmmkULEPQ0EWTXdOwHYoB0vEw/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329607466615723138" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I woke up enough to kiss my little boy on the head but I couldn't open my eyes to see him. I did not get to see him for over an hour. But at least at that time I could hold him against me without assistance from anyone.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcVuXxT7x18wgsiuwwULA9UG136TjSH4XcYTO8wmpurdZ3_6C6j1I_F-qJvRD9XkXXve4rPUACJIEAKp3gwLSMbOWhAg6oN-XvqUz4_RFShJqV-TkDXPEDj5bBpxDvyjYVFkKUOhpWFI/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcVuXxT7x18wgsiuwwULA9UG136TjSH4XcYTO8wmpurdZ3_6C6j1I_F-qJvRD9XkXXve4rPUACJIEAKp3gwLSMbOWhAg6oN-XvqUz4_RFShJqV-TkDXPEDj5bBpxDvyjYVFkKUOhpWFI/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329607468070089090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM32fBH9GmP0C9hqd8gjxTHfCnRoLToOBaUNvk56LxN3KwVw8UrV60CGYGIzSSG5enNi5wgSPT2Gy53Wmop8HtbPmByrbF4IA1D6c642U0APRmzjnPEoDD7qw81mBp6N4Vm5CzwzShRds/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM32fBH9GmP0C9hqd8gjxTHfCnRoLToOBaUNvk56LxN3KwVw8UrV60CGYGIzSSG5enNi5wgSPT2Gy53Wmop8HtbPmByrbF4IA1D6c642U0APRmzjnPEoDD7qw81mBp6N4Vm5CzwzShRds/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609566008632162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I never imagined that I would have a c-section. But, we are so glad to have our boy. He is soooooooo sweet and has a mellow personality, right now at least. We love him so much and cannot believe how much love we are filled with even during the middle </span>of the night feedings and changings. Danny is a great father who can't get over how cute our son is. He does all the changing since my mobility is decreased. He takes great care of me too. My mom has also been here to help me out and she has been a huge help! </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >I am greatful to have them around because I have needed a lot more help than I expected.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" > I am doing pretty well. The pain is probably comparable to a conventional delivery recovery. However, I have to move very slowly and I can't stand up straight. I can only stand for a few minutes at a time. So much for the excitement of being able to get out of bed or roll over in bed with ease. It is now even more difficult. IT IS ALL WORTH IT!</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-46824154697990319552009-04-21T23:00:00.002-06:002009-04-21T23:35:20.019-06:00Almost overI am 11 days overdue. We have decided that given the circumstances I will be induced on Thursday.<br /><br />The things I am most excited for:<br />To finally meet our little boy!!!<br />To see my ankles bones again.<br />To have my feet fit in my shoes.<br />To be able to roll over in bed without so much effort.<br />To be able to get out of bed without so much effort.<br />To have my right hand not tingle any more.<br />To have my belly feel like its not going to burst open from the pressure.<br /><br />We'll keep you posted.The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-61896928392782303042009-04-01T20:31:00.004-06:002009-04-01T20:55:57.865-06:00Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">I am nearing the end of pregnancy, finally!!! It seems like I have been pregnant for a year and a half. Each month or week has brought a new joy. The most recent is two weeks ago when my ankles disappeared.<br />Overall the 8th and 9th months aren't too bad, seriously.<br />We are so excited and anxious to know when we get to meet our little boy!<br />Now for pics.<br /><br />This was about 33 weeks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbOskisBz0xPY1C489kLUDdUOCzaAFyNAauw1-cDCqmZEevZmfsY5464XHD-akGBr0crcMdspWxCYT-TmXiJ6LGJiIf5-2COorZ84lff8toCklgcoBwREABF5eL__qfjmqZae78GMX1M/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbOskisBz0xPY1C489kLUDdUOCzaAFyNAauw1-cDCqmZEevZmfsY5464XHD-akGBr0crcMdspWxCYT-TmXiJ6LGJiIf5-2COorZ84lff8toCklgcoBwREABF5eL__qfjmqZae78GMX1M/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319921023981943554" border="0" /></a>35 weeks<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAOO51VfpGaSrt_begpEP2H1CqQqjs5WKXNzlml_8C3IL2gxt8l12GKFqjXHLLijTjP5lz2aSJNUOXbaKYdNxUH61sA0JpfTtelYFTolqc_RyD4S9DJivQDVyRVwYG9Tof0I2BKchmac/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAOO51VfpGaSrt_begpEP2H1CqQqjs5WKXNzlml_8C3IL2gxt8l12GKFqjXHLLijTjP5lz2aSJNUOXbaKYdNxUH61sA0JpfTtelYFTolqc_RyD4S9DJivQDVyRVwYG9Tof0I2BKchmac/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919831872967810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This was at my babyshower. Thank you Lynne, Kristi and Beth. It was a fun day. Thank you to the friends and family that came. I enjoyed seeing you all!<br />These were the perfect dessert! Thanks Lynne!<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YpwBEqsxLLJgZkewMyJVQPxzRQlc3-3dIQ-39BddOc1nQwE14v17vLf8fs-oS8u7y6VKz9YGg0d0eOICjwKhFuUDFEyJArVkZkjdeRWhv56zlD_CVRSN94Z3DVZPz3Toi3-TecFbRyE/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YpwBEqsxLLJgZkewMyJVQPxzRQlc3-3dIQ-39BddOc1nQwE14v17vLf8fs-oS8u7y6VKz9YGg0d0eOICjwKhFuUDFEyJArVkZkjdeRWhv56zlD_CVRSN94Z3DVZPz3Toi3-TecFbRyE/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919831768229506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN3fP3Vabfswt3D2f7yrVOKjKvGHt5qcHv4qJzmkheSsImmWVwpNcF5FmCq-PKR_KNiIREejajYWtcIQyDEXCo1WTFf2FKjOHmBS4Yo3lq96nXHBBVl6dHzLTmVZCfnnui53EwgCGyco/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN3fP3Vabfswt3D2f7yrVOKjKvGHt5qcHv4qJzmkheSsImmWVwpNcF5FmCq-PKR_KNiIREejajYWtcIQyDEXCo1WTFf2FKjOHmBS4Yo3lq96nXHBBVl6dHzLTmVZCfnnui53EwgCGyco/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319919828463266594" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></a>36-37 weeks<br />I don't know, there is so many weeks they all run together.<br /></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-61232333186686414272008-12-03T19:15:00.002-07:002008-12-03T19:41:58.501-07:00I'm here!I am sorry I don't blog. I just don't have the extra energy after work and every other necessary responsibility. <br />So, we had a great Thanksgiving week with our families! I want to post pictures but I'm tired so I will just tell you the important news.<br />We found out we are having a BOY! We were very surprised!!! We are so excited to meet our cute litte boy!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-59631553774200052452008-10-17T20:26:00.002-06:002008-10-17T20:39:45.818-06:00A little lightI finally see a little light in this black abyss of nausia. I am at the beginning of the second trimester and thankfully, feeling mostly better. I was scared it would last longer like it did for my mom.<br />Well, being pregnant has been a test for me. I'm sure I learn something by the end of it and be a stronger person. I know everything in my life is for my experience and good.The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-35943680325880994962008-09-26T19:58:00.006-06:002008-09-26T21:43:28.370-06:00Not to be a downer but,I HATE being pregnant! Bring on the labor... that is temporary! This is taking for forever! I am miserable and have only found a little relief through a prescription med that my doctor perscribed. I hope this (part) ends soon!!! I am exhausted. I drag my sorry behind (that's already getting bigger) to work and crash on the couch for the rest of the night after I get home. That reminds me, thank you, again, hunny for being the most wonderful! You have taken a huge load off by cleaning, cooking and pretty much doing everything except for going to work for me.<br />I am 11 weeks so my due date is the beginning of April. We heard the heart beat and were lucky to get an ultrasound last week. It was so sweet to hear that little beating heart. We love that we are finally experiencing all of this for ourselves!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-73730550305454056522008-09-19T18:07:00.004-06:002008-09-23T19:49:52.599-06:00Just thought you'd like to know<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenCGFlD71oxcvA-694wzyZJI8CLqyDGk45denljuSb4h2vsl2rXsRIrqpdxECDj8WQNYCgLTBlToClQEyYCg9wAlyOjZ-GYwvr4_yeoy5pYGqJx7ZuDFcQIl_p-aASgdmDuDhrd6xfAU/s1600-h/P91806683.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247890148572379202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenCGFlD71oxcvA-694wzyZJI8CLqyDGk45denljuSb4h2vsl2rXsRIrqpdxECDj8WQNYCgLTBlToClQEyYCg9wAlyOjZ-GYwvr4_yeoy5pYGqJx7ZuDFcQIl_p-aASgdmDuDhrd6xfAU/s320/P91806683.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxTKWlwbno1ZAIozIbGGH7agGPqloEEq-tG48SFJWnz9B1S4WAP6u46LnHGLAf6qTlVPvJ7idfZXE30R8mLQiHRANZDmTfNSB9iNb4GIJo_DJuVB5KXrpB1C9PLfYp9ab6jKEVRpDXRw/s1600-h/P9180668.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-51267997526400930602008-07-14T20:44:00.005-06:002008-12-08T23:12:47.700-07:00Fun times!We have had a lot a fun the last couple of weekends spending it with family. We watched fireworks and had a bbq, the next day went boating and then... <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVH0rRtNwe5n2EEAL5HPBZKgOtAEnZYq2mdwhe7GBhJ1HysWOVp82MwAXZHEDlqZLN0MO4WAEk5aKn7ytRUU1pqIeHfATmUVjrQfUzJHv3PxcX7i3cNY5hYnOST8yO49tAqJ1hqlgGAg/s1600-h/P7130506.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223069127675756882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UvbdB4OsUjLBuXxrj1hgGz138qT9tCpvKRpSloM15Ba7q-lp4HgQSn4wRVUpTJEE4VcwnkQekWbhW5v751PnnjccuEKwxhxh5Z6HBUtgfD9soQ-S28MsFfbqVWJfgHs_ISppWal2V7o/s320/P7040465.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>... went up Weber Canyon and stayed at my stepmom's Cabin. We went hiking and four-wheelin and had a lot of fun. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223070710465311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsmMS7SxghuMhL3Y_EoXJvbeY1c0Mk6MIgvH6xORmlN5uB8bciqrxw239iZy-Q1ptfSGv6uL1HHqQo7_5H0YLrNc3OFGwwiOjaQKHEgGxsfGRJYbszHoaRagECQmRNkSyfuKaLXLpCy8/s320/P7060479.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This last weekend we went to Georgetown. We always have a great time and procrastinate coming home. </div><div> </div><div>We went to a hoedown with two of Danny's sisters and their significant others. We all danced like there was no tomorrow. It was the funnest night Danny and I have had in a while. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223071835255005778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAW_RlxFaCIibBoqgaVOb2SGtSV-qIr2YbxrDmROdNRD5sT2bVllA1-xRoM0VmTCvaZynCjLTWFZdW0RaA1OH6k_KLZ_W59A5BUidlA0ST7fvrybYu1dnn8WYyAM0QszcpZut28ybObg/s320/P7120503.JPG" border="0" /><br />The next day my loverbuns took me fishin'. This is the brookie I caught. They don't get very big in Georgetown creek but its a pretty one.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072403837963346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgem5AXh0uwhj9TwQBxp2cpM5MaWUtVJerkjXXQ_imJm1H02y3f0VQIiSI5R3C8vDsz6MAHPtYggld3JGGjNts0aLpT3G-JgGMGbDdk9GSw2fPLeO1eY61sk9_EJPiygiFo8KgEi63dOXA/s320/P7120497.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>We just had a blast with family and the new puppy. He is sooooooooo cute! The puppy is cute too:)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072408367320258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRIJcDYC-G8-6c09bE7DEWFpe5K4ddD9ycZZfM11Txl_lPgb55_v3-2L9NzrhJv_-BAdvABhRH0Dq7b0a21IjPGlJyKB6RTryTeewRnhYC0Ow3mUCVjiuVQza_9sjNxE58iyqQf1Q790/s320/P7130504.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-30892894718997891582008-07-10T19:15:00.002-06:002008-07-10T19:44:15.190-06:00Blogging is not healthy for meI find myself being jealous of all of you. Not any one particular person, but all of you lumped together create an amazingly fun/happy/blissful/charming/ exciting[ life that I am really jealous of. I am jealous of those who live in Hawaii and those who have annual passes to Disneyland, and those who went on a cruise, or to Mexico, or to Syria, or just had the cutest twins, or those who can express themselves well, and the list goes on.<br />I try not to think about it for long because I know that it is illogical and unfair! Its illogical and unfair because no one person gets to do ALL of that stuff. And, honestly, do you want to blog about the really crappy part of life, no!<br />In reality I have a great life and get to do fun things too! Seeing my friends have happy, meaningful lives adds to my happiness as well.<br />Ahh, I just had to vent! Do you understand me? Do you feel that way sometimes or is it just crazy old me?<br />So, tomorrow... or at least within a couple days, I will post some pics of the recent fun stuff.<br />P.S. I really am a happy, optimistic person. But, I guess I still have some growing up to do... not being so selfish that I want all of those experiences for myself. I lam so greatful for and appreciate the things I have, the experiences of my life, the people I know, the knowledge I have and the knowledge that my Heavenly Father has given me everything and continues to guide me through my faith. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR THE WORLD!!!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-6490767731377792022008-07-10T18:55:00.004-06:002008-07-10T19:15:17.943-06:00We meet againOhhhhhh, blogging (sigh)! I spend a lot more time on blogger than you all might think. I look at all of your far more interesting sites instead of keeping up with my boring blog. There are just too many of you that I love and want to keep up with the goings on in your lives!!!<br /><br />But, alas, a new post is past due. I will start with fulfilling my tag assignemt. Are you happy now Carrie?<br /><br />1. 10 years ago...I was just about a senior in high school. Oh, the care-free days!<br /><br />2. 5 things to do today... I went to work (an hour late... was bored out of my mind...). Read friend's blogs. Blog. My favorite hobby with my hubby, bake a pie.<br /><br />3. Favorite snack... right now- I don't really have one. I try not to snack a lot at work. I have to watch my girlish figure, you know.<br /><br />4. If I were to become a millionaire I would... I would set aside $100,000 to pay for my husbands schooling, a trip to Hawaii, a trip to NY, and maybe Europe too. Continue to work, well, until I have babies. Invest another $100,000 short term. And then, invest the rest long term<br /><br />5. Places I've lived...Oregon, Idaho, Hawaii, California, Spain, Utah and Washington.<br /><br />6. I tag... no one because I am a party pooper!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-54662217485517430132008-05-10T08:39:00.003-06:002008-05-10T09:09:45.566-06:00WARNING:I may not be any better at blogging in the near future.<br />I am convinced that blogging is best suited for stay at home moms. Even if you are working out of your home. Being at home is more conducive to blogging!<br />Also, our internet connect (or the wi-fi connection we borrow) isn't good enough to upload pictures... I have to fix that problem, somehow.<br />So, we are doing well here! We are having a great time in our new place, finally being settled again. Work is... work, but not bad.<br />The exciting recent event was a trip to St. George with the George family. I would post pictures but I can't.<br />I guess if I still want to do this I'll have to be creative with the posts to be interesting enough to read, instead of relying on pictures. That will be a challenge!<br />Til' we meet again.The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-20477188865267685112008-04-06T19:25:00.006-06:002008-12-08T23:12:48.222-07:00I am horrible at blogging<div align="center">So... we finally found jobs in Salt Lake and moved down. Since I have been working full time again I have had less time to blog, among other things.<br /></div><div align="center">I am a marketing assistant at Weir Specialty Pumps. They make custom industrial pumps, yadda yadda, its pretty boring stuff but it got us down here.<br />Danny decided to work for Sunrise Contractors Network again except this time he is in sales and not installation. He likes it because he can interact with lots of people. He is doing really well so far but like all sales jobs it will take a while to get it up and running full speed. </div><div align="center">Basically, our lives are pretty boring right now but I will still try to post.<br />Oh, oh! We did celebrate our First Anniversary! Yea! I love my cute husband! We celebrated with our family because there was a more important event that day.</div><div align="center"><br />Danny's oldest brother Pat and his family adopted a little girl last August. The adoption finally went through and they were able to be sealed. We attended the sealing of little Natalie Mae in the Idaho Falls Temple. She was blessed the next day. It was a great family weekend.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The happy family!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDB_2VlVS2x3r0Ten8YwdKZRXnBuNaVbGZmFkdEGt1fXGpghyJYNfNgl1KUwyjiPKYST74bvfs-JiL6jIUF6c2915TtqI8kjyVVdct1jgYKTuYhLXqEQOsGSAY-okOWLiP2o9sXrvUos/s1600-h/P3230372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186313434597877618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZDB_2VlVS2x3r0Ten8YwdKZRXnBuNaVbGZmFkdEGt1fXGpghyJYNfNgl1KUwyjiPKYST74bvfs-JiL6jIUF6c2915TtqI8kjyVVdct1jgYKTuYhLXqEQOsGSAY-okOWLiP2o9sXrvUos/s320/P3230372.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">The proud parents.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqtkRP9fji8aJdfvBh4KlkqlPReiW6fHq-sk5xvwr9grQjA-6oN9NT9BLq35Xf-5WaU18XpFzfIW_18v8O16r9leJjlJPOlDVYHweU_hVC2hQqWMGMLhMkq-4qZnnhMXaa-NiXuLsyf8/s1600-h/P3230375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186313447482779522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqtkRP9fji8aJdfvBh4KlkqlPReiW6fHq-sk5xvwr9grQjA-6oN9NT9BLq35Xf-5WaU18XpFzfIW_18v8O16r9leJjlJPOlDVYHweU_hVC2hQqWMGMLhMkq-4qZnnhMXaa-NiXuLsyf8/s320/P3230375.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Courtney was having fun! She is sooooo cute! </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9thKdBWOh_51NsAFFjLsgw704mPDBX6VzdnQxxLf63KpET0shuycwTjh5md1QR1O_a1zpX_SVcYmJGLQkoCXFpeX1LYk37F12oTq1a4q43cy5CHsunM2wRyfaRQqlkUcEL3oZF5VUuuU/s1600-h/P3230382.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186313451777746834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9thKdBWOh_51NsAFFjLsgw704mPDBX6VzdnQxxLf63KpET0shuycwTjh5md1QR1O_a1zpX_SVcYmJGLQkoCXFpeX1LYk37F12oTq1a4q43cy5CHsunM2wRyfaRQqlkUcEL3oZF5VUuuU/s320/P3230382.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">The next weekend there was another baby blessing in the family. Benjamin was dressed for the occasion in his tux.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9f_s7BKGTjn4arynNk1kHofCWJu3A160z4iSp_JtUeo0FH_ABZgWpvJY2rFGSM6ESwN4LS-ty0ewBj0kmV1xXKvoP6AnETnBNpZQr8S8jNUzo0E-aMc9ySCFPFew9d2CeMnA9CqN2RE/s1600-h/P3290390.JPG"></a><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSoowzDBLb90oom-N-GOv4-dkMciL6hyjrlnf9Eoh2id0b3PscX8wCmA_i6_6uw4dBKXehCnjTnDHMMvtnYYDvS9ryCl8oozcUFH5qORvo_O-hi_2clEzGRTWujO1tg9jL5f021jg43s/s1600-h/P3290389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186317566356416434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSoowzDBLb90oom-N-GOv4-dkMciL6hyjrlnf9Eoh2id0b3PscX8wCmA_i6_6uw4dBKXehCnjTnDHMMvtnYYDvS9ryCl8oozcUFH5qORvo_O-hi_2clEzGRTWujO1tg9jL5f021jg43s/s320/P3290389.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-92115725785569752122008-03-05T11:43:00.011-07:002008-12-08T23:12:49.384-07:00The man I thought I married<div align="center">Blogging has lots appeal already. I am sorry I am not better at keeping up with it more regularly.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We have been in Utah just about every weekend for the last month and a half for one reason or another. Danny wants to go again this weekend to go snow boarding with his bro. I am sick of driving down there but Danny told me last night that he just wants to get out of this boring valley whenever he gets the chance. </div><div align="center">If you know <em>us,</em> you would know that this has been a source of arguments in our home, where we are going to live. When we were dating Danny said he didn't care if we lived in the city or the country (specifically Bear Lake). When we got married a switch flipped and Danny would hardly think of living anywhere other than Bear Lake. Since we moved from Vancouver to Bear Lake three months ago he has genuinely missed the city life. Imagine that, my country boy turned city boy (not totally). Anyway, so when he said last night that he wants to get out of here whenever he can my reply was, "Who are you and what have you done with Danny George"? He had a pensive look on his face for a split second and said, "I am the man you thought you married". I laughed about that several times last night just sporadically bursting out in laughter.</div><div align="center"><br />Here are some pictures of our almost weekly trips to Utah. </div><div align="center"><br />We visited one of my best friends from High School, Martha and her husband <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Keegan</span> (who also went to the same High School). They live in Logan, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UT</span> and are finishing school this term. They were so nice to have us for dinner for homemade Big Macs. We played Nerts for a couple hours too.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8mGw73wHPayEItPLwfwfr8wPj_TxprjnfXsXJdTFImO8FIatPps-XQVbKj5n0nkMxQsOBi_ejr_kpeBU291HRTUxp64eYSesoJymobA7zULVPSztoPmM8z7QjGP7fZAE2KqAE5Zveyo/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174335706041504066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8mGw73wHPayEItPLwfwfr8wPj_TxprjnfXsXJdTFImO8FIatPps-XQVbKj5n0nkMxQsOBi_ejr_kpeBU291HRTUxp64eYSesoJymobA7zULVPSztoPmM8z7QjGP7fZAE2KqAE5Zveyo/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I visited one of my other best friends from teen years, Elisa Ludwig. They moved back to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">UT</span> after being in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Philadelphia</span> for a few years for grad school. She has two cute kids! We have a lot of fun when we get toghether. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisY4irAxrmwMadSsyh6YWNAkIiJytrHYpH8hIkFNfQmOPUgbdXN1Z5wx2n3osHEc0sltFM5cQ813qmSGRwtcpkQuXeNj6ZIRW1CU9gU55PxOSOY50m76EKLDmX7_tuaqOifPeW6M1QmuQ/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174345395487723986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisY4irAxrmwMadSsyh6YWNAkIiJytrHYpH8hIkFNfQmOPUgbdXN1Z5wx2n3osHEc0sltFM5cQ813qmSGRwtcpkQuXeNj6ZIRW1CU9gU55PxOSOY50m76EKLDmX7_tuaqOifPeW6M1QmuQ/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">We also saw Danny's bro and family. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">That's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Braiden</span> and Danny getting matching hairstyles. They are so cute together! Danny's hairstyle finished off with a buzz. Now he looks bald... as if he wouldn't be soon enough. Thanks Mike! </div><div align="center">It was pretty funny, though, everywhere we went that weekend people we talked to would say, "Oh, you two must be brothers." Then they would point out Ryan, Danny and Mikes cousin who is in his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">thirties</span> and say, "Is this your Dad?" We all got a good laugh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">every time</span> that happened! Sorry, Ryan. You really don't look old enough to be their dad! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMIXuHly8nLNMpJmWjJkSvEWfBMBt3blubleFEboxgAVuYES20eUV-8BkShUe3UV-oF0Qt7cYxVquhBDz2ue6HV7zpW1Kw6O79OZO5EzdCrob3vHu9Y07-QEMXfo0KQgdCfbKKvL78kk/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174335757581111650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMIXuHly8nLNMpJmWjJkSvEWfBMBt3blubleFEboxgAVuYES20eUV-8BkShUe3UV-oF0Qt7cYxVquhBDz2ue6HV7zpW1Kw6O79OZO5EzdCrob3vHu9Y07-QEMXfo0KQgdCfbKKvL78kk/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+007.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br />My bro Jason and his family were in town for the weekend so those of us in the area stayed at my dad's house for a few days. We missed the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Gaytons</span>, though! We always have a lot of fun being together! None of us wanted to leave! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL20V1HOZH0y81tbPh_ThLIViCui20av3SCsruV83KYv5nwhKWRJN-TgG03jlh5qdbSi0tiVLjSDypAsDeeaguFgbrZ7kBISq_X-vSYEY5e5kPeI_mD_Mq784rtOzq4vW9rwZxCWhV9C8/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174335766171046258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL20V1HOZH0y81tbPh_ThLIViCui20av3SCsruV83KYv5nwhKWRJN-TgG03jlh5qdbSi0tiVLjSDypAsDeeaguFgbrZ7kBISq_X-vSYEY5e5kPeI_mD_Mq784rtOzq4vW9rwZxCWhV9C8/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> The boys had fun playing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Wii</span>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgyvjxR9Gih2VXXtsU5JAELMgknyh6ReebqOvYuoDIdv1Sd5dyHx1uAPuyo-5cbZ8EuxT3NV8wEp6E2jXqN9Wt5uqafkdi08vW_GLzRlvHXN9qisZ3opewaZocuOzO20T2N8mOdBV7I8/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174335774760980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgyvjxR9Gih2VXXtsU5JAELMgknyh6ReebqOvYuoDIdv1Sd5dyHx1uAPuyo-5cbZ8EuxT3NV8wEp6E2jXqN9Wt5uqafkdi08vW_GLzRlvHXN9qisZ3opewaZocuOzO20T2N8mOdBV7I8/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+011.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">There is the perfect, most awesome sledding hill by my dad's house. Every winter (the last 5 that he's lived there) I have dreamt of sledding on this hill. We finally did it! Alia and Faith loved it too! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQR6tmv3E7h4EVPY8PDMM5XrtsMtHJYj8oT3zk_6fEcBgaxY3zjhxa8f1-0CE56w4G2ic7PYIGkd_JOT1_56ea6TCdwMR2c_HBtfSVmTeFbn_9OpZMuiW0pEFGA5UGX5QWz4oG2ZhNDdc/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174344862911779266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQR6tmv3E7h4EVPY8PDMM5XrtsMtHJYj8oT3zk_6fEcBgaxY3zjhxa8f1-0CE56w4G2ic7PYIGkd_JOT1_56ea6TCdwMR2c_HBtfSVmTeFbn_9OpZMuiW0pEFGA5UGX5QWz4oG2ZhNDdc/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+013.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Danny loved the fake snowboard to practice on. I was impressed with my hottie husband as he flew down the hill and made jumps with this "snowboard", rather, piece of flimsy rubber with foot straps. Its hard to see in the pic but there is a jump just below Danny with which he could catch 3-4 feet of air. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDIIP2Ce7Buu3wrTnr6HHaTKrwxuQAb9q4Z7Wo5pOg1Tu5sFmENRbT6M6mUDTwTIfOqYhFqeA8xygP4GlQxIfc0hvrzWDxpLjJBpOsQK3cIY4YVGZ3EUDdmIvXRlmWE61p1j9u3lwP3E/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174344841436942770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDIIP2Ce7Buu3wrTnr6HHaTKrwxuQAb9q4Z7Wo5pOg1Tu5sFmENRbT6M6mUDTwTIfOqYhFqeA8xygP4GlQxIfc0hvrzWDxpLjJBpOsQK3cIY4YVGZ3EUDdmIvXRlmWE61p1j9u3lwP3E/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+012.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Jason took this picture of his cute beta fish. This is Jada, Jason's second kid. She is beautiful but "has a little bit of a weight problem".</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDIIP2Ce7Buu3wrTnr6HHaTKrwxuQAb9q4Z7Wo5pOg1Tu5sFmENRbT6M6mUDTwTIfOqYhFqeA8xygP4GlQxIfc0hvrzWDxpLjJBpOsQK3cIY4YVGZ3EUDdmIvXRlmWE61p1j9u3lwP3E/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+012.jpg"></a><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhJOSuUJ2VkcV4fD9NsTC4URmp6Bdy9eiHv2uXbqG0V91kVM7qgCMt_KUWzGhyphenhyphenlFoMFnZjJVhEuK3YBy57oC2PkHHI6SKnZZFyIicNL5JSUNCRB7rFd2TQxAe3Mq6ME1fGtE6EThw3SI/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174344815667138962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhJOSuUJ2VkcV4fD9NsTC4URmp6Bdy9eiHv2uXbqG0V91kVM7qgCMt_KUWzGhyphenhyphenlFoMFnZjJVhEuK3YBy57oC2PkHHI6SKnZZFyIicNL5JSUNCRB7rFd2TQxAe3Mq6ME1fGtE6EThw3SI/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+009.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">This is Gracie, Steve's fifth. She is so sweet! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhOo7ndKwazN4O9cqSKXTsInNg98COcEZ0vhgh0dBdb1qRxI_OiAKEP9LiBb1A-Fd87W5YehPNIuA5km0ChLrbF8ZQuU-6R9QIlhWjbBhlvVjeslgZThFtnzz-1AewZD4AGyEwq_6bXQ/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb+08+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174344828552040866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhOo7ndKwazN4O9cqSKXTsInNg98COcEZ0vhgh0dBdb1qRxI_OiAKEP9LiBb1A-Fd87W5YehPNIuA5km0ChLrbF8ZQuU-6R9QIlhWjbBhlvVjeslgZThFtnzz-1AewZD4AGyEwq_6bXQ/s320/Jan+and+Feb+08+010.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-1077028156704343912008-02-14T09:26:00.003-07:002008-12-08T23:12:49.436-07:00Happy Valentine's Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPN4Ar45TpDTMyVtAutpDUoJjZcqtG5fAr_b0x6Y1dSecmcvvuDPcwoPj6Qie1fq9B0PO_O39uViOvvZSL_yxSgGgTxGJ4FjfBD_HhRMe2b0wA4-3Te5OYFIZljXhmw05wjK_59UJJ92o/s1600-h/winter+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166874388747307794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPN4Ar45TpDTMyVtAutpDUoJjZcqtG5fAr_b0x6Y1dSecmcvvuDPcwoPj6Qie1fq9B0PO_O39uViOvvZSL_yxSgGgTxGJ4FjfBD_HhRMe2b0wA4-3Te5OYFIZljXhmw05wjK_59UJJ92o/s320/winter+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>I love my husband very much... so I bought him a truck for Valentine's Day. He better love me forever! </div><div>Actually, we bought it last Sat. because we need a second vehicle. We got a really good deal (hence bying a truck and not another car). I like trucks too but I don't think I will ever get to drive it because Danny loves it so much.</div><br /><div></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-34247186842391524622008-02-11T15:04:00.001-07:002008-12-08T23:12:49.764-07:00A Slice of Peach Pie!One of our favorite activities to pass the winter days is baking! I mentioned in a previous post that Danny would only help me make green chili enchiladas. Well, now he cooks two things. His favorite thing to help me make is homemade peach pie! We made three just last week. I have to admit, they are DELICIOUS! The whole pie is gone in less than 12 hours. At the least, they are good, for beginners.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXqjDSzgtQCLBi3GDAxOCr1QxnHdYNb1KLGI49_0JyeQYYQ6LRZedEJpqGCily6PboRekd9Iqfe3SLMQmvjtvg2k8ybco-d1MyEzyCpW6-k85ybmqmw63NSnnN167EZ5HI3CNPEKWuDE/s1600-h/winter+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847578030951122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXqjDSzgtQCLBi3GDAxOCr1QxnHdYNb1KLGI49_0JyeQYYQ6LRZedEJpqGCily6PboRekd9Iqfe3SLMQmvjtvg2k8ybco-d1MyEzyCpW6-k85ybmqmw63NSnnN167EZ5HI3CNPEKWuDE/s320/winter+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwMsR97TbJYtBsGd3EM5xDzPgztCmXSipnux4agVsSTZnWEY4cNZNqFMLQZT6AjSV0uyuPiWnSNoM1s0GBIcYJ2yY6MRhYHvf8BB6m9Afi8UxZPJtw2cuO5F0nSpG96ki6XFI-ZRfqlM/s1600-h/winter+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847586620885730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwMsR97TbJYtBsGd3EM5xDzPgztCmXSipnux4agVsSTZnWEY4cNZNqFMLQZT6AjSV0uyuPiWnSNoM1s0GBIcYJ2yY6MRhYHvf8BB6m9Afi8UxZPJtw2cuO5F0nSpG96ki6XFI-ZRfqlM/s320/winter+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUl_Nh9tcZQ8OMgN9F1JWQ7AXBdb9msTwx2bqRRAuqFw9tG-dpu3HZFJXksnpdLSfX-4CC2Y06KwmrUuLw4bE1TJ3npas1hogEQVkUzBSDLLqI01ad6zs53UcVyddo3EM2ndn3ki07jxU/s1600-h/winter+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847599505787634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUl_Nh9tcZQ8OMgN9F1JWQ7AXBdb9msTwx2bqRRAuqFw9tG-dpu3HZFJXksnpdLSfX-4CC2Y06KwmrUuLw4bE1TJ3npas1hogEQVkUzBSDLLqI01ad6zs53UcVyddo3EM2ndn3ki07jxU/s320/winter+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks for the recipe Grandma George!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-29100660296193630152008-02-10T16:57:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:12:50.259-07:00Winter DazeSorry, its been a while... we have had some George family emergencies in the last couple of weeks but don't worry, all is ok!<br />What I have been doing to keep myself busy, besides looking for jobs in SL, is snow shoeing in the mountains of SE Idaho. I have gone several times with a couple in the ward, Steve and Mary Hill; they have been kind to take me with them and lend me a pair of snow shoes. I have enjoyed our outings even in the snowy winter days.<br /><br />Steve and Mary Hill<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMHCvSl8jT9Gx0Z8Ls3CdM3p7PvZdsUKz5punuT9YJwDVT9vC2Ax-sKeA4YIR2189Fh1-8J_bCYNvpNbbaIEthgrRuUnATE-3BcBT7-z7giK7JyhDCutyt8dJpPZoH_VWS3ZmWnSsx18/s1600-h/winter+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165509482500377202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMHCvSl8jT9Gx0Z8Ls3CdM3p7PvZdsUKz5punuT9YJwDVT9vC2Ax-sKeA4YIR2189Fh1-8J_bCYNvpNbbaIEthgrRuUnATE-3BcBT7-z7giK7JyhDCutyt8dJpPZoH_VWS3ZmWnSsx18/s320/winter+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My cute snow shoes!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NtPTnr11hDueV8sk20ryW3d4-T-akMC8Ujq6DWVh5dNR6taXcOzT9l39p9z_jjZiwZWJ9Mtoc-TRGj7AFic36FcgrMKoyFnrbF6mRIB0C07CNZsVp-oXy2fWOwQdbhofC8QXgeL0758/s1600-h/winter+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165509491090311810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NtPTnr11hDueV8sk20ryW3d4-T-akMC8Ujq6DWVh5dNR6taXcOzT9l39p9z_jjZiwZWJ9Mtoc-TRGj7AFic36FcgrMKoyFnrbF6mRIB0C07CNZsVp-oXy2fWOwQdbhofC8QXgeL0758/s320/winter+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Last week Mary and I walked back home after a short snow shoe journey. We noticed that a deer was stuck on a fence about 100 yards away. We put our snow shoes back on and walked across the field to it. I thought it was exciting. I felt heroic. We pulled and tugged on the fence and the deer to try to free its back leg that had been impaled by small knob at the top of the cross bars. You can see them in the picture, they are very small. A quarter of an inch knob is all it took to trap this deer. From trying to free itself (before we discovered it) its leg broke. After about five minutes we did free the deer. However, it was too late for us to save it, it cannot survive with a broken leg but we figured it might be a little, <em>just a little</em>, more at peace when it died if it wasn't hanging on a fence.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06iZ-UZCx1jN4MznzAmjDopUS5sTUTkaWj9Hn9X6_DpYVZQStwSxYebHEw4MCZ9DJvjpAnSVmcsQnGh8Le65__iB-9mKmAoHvqhS1A7WRwW87Yg9waRvQTa58YjoRfTmW76AnHLs2g9w/s1600-h/winter+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165509495385279122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06iZ-UZCx1jN4MznzAmjDopUS5sTUTkaWj9Hn9X6_DpYVZQStwSxYebHEw4MCZ9DJvjpAnSVmcsQnGh8Le65__iB-9mKmAoHvqhS1A7WRwW87Yg9waRvQTa58YjoRfTmW76AnHLs2g9w/s320/winter+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It has warmed up here in Georgetown the last couple of days its only temporary, though. This is when everone in town gets on their roof and shovels all the snow and ice off. This is a chunk of ice that Danny chiseled off the flat overhang off the side of the house. It was too big to pick up. Some chunks were even thicker than this and up to a foot.There was a huge pile of snow and ice big enough that we had to shovel a walking path around it. The picture doesn't do the size of the ice chunks justice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKql2uBXhWhe8IVviDdo8ifow3eMPrHNQgSfrQqCqkmHwTo_23Mi_GeB_p1E_SpruvAa-OWSbdaMQ7B9T_nwtyQtpz7YoIJCiv96TZhIQ16jIz39QQd9qMgGdjR4E2KCSERGvyI4xZdc/s1600-h/winter+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165509499680246434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKql2uBXhWhe8IVviDdo8ifow3eMPrHNQgSfrQqCqkmHwTo_23Mi_GeB_p1E_SpruvAa-OWSbdaMQ7B9T_nwtyQtpz7YoIJCiv96TZhIQ16jIz39QQd9qMgGdjR4E2KCSERGvyI4xZdc/s320/winter+020.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-22276674133749981512008-01-21T12:40:00.000-07:002008-01-21T13:24:07.072-07:00I have been tagged!Normally, I don't do these things but I have nothing new to put on my blog. However, in case you care, I put a a few more wedding pics on the first post.<br /><br />How long have you been together?<br />We met on July 23, 2006. We got engaged on Dec. 30, 2006 and got married March 23, 2007.<br /><br />Who said "I Love You" first?<br />Danny said it first and was crushed that I didn't say it back. I think I said it a few weeks later, though. Now, we are both very good at telling each other often how much we love each other!<br /><br />Who is smarter?<br />I am, I graduated from college. I hope he decides to pursue that goal. However, there are some things that he is a lot better at than me, such as, building things (hopefully, our house someday), handy work, cars, hunting, and fly fishing... he looks like a stud when he's fishing! He also has a lot more drive and passion than I have... my drive and passion is almost non-existent. <br /><br />Who Pays the Bills?<br />I pay them because he hates to see all of his hard-earned money going away. But, he needs to be more aware of the finances!<br /><br />Who Cooks Dinner?<br />I cook. He helps me though, if I am making enchiladas. Just enchiladas, he likes helping me with those, but nothing else... I can't explain it.<br /><br />Who drives when you're in the car together?<br />Danny drives, but I wish I could drive more because I love it.<br /><br />Who is the most stubborn?<br />Our opinions differ on this question:)<br /><br />Who wears the pants in your family?<br />I think I do but I let him wear them sometimes:)<br /><br />Three random things about me...<br />1. In highschool my friends told me I should be a taxi driver because I knew how to get everywhere but I would love to be a race car driver!!! I think that would be awesome!<br />2. I had an internship with the US Navy, for which they payed me to live in Spain for three and a half months.<br />3. I love longboard skateboarding!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-11029749670338903442008-01-17T09:38:00.000-07:002008-01-17T12:51:34.257-07:00And more Deep Thoughts by Jack HandeyThis entry is inspired by a comment from my brother on the "new doctrine" post. He quoted a <em>Deep Thought</em> byJack Handey. <em>Deep Thoughts</em> was a segment on <em>Saturday Night Live</em> that was replaced a few years later with the not quite as funny <em>Fuzzy Memories</em>. There are a few deep thoughts that I remember. They go something like this.<br /><br />"If a child asks why it is raining tell them that God is crying. If they ask why God is crying, tell them it is probably because of something they did!"<br /><br />"If you are robbing a bank and your pants fall down I think it is ok to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too because life is funny."<br /><br />"If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy. "<br /><br />If you remember a deep thought or fuzzy memory please let us know by posting a comment.The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-23838521297380536842008-01-16T16:37:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:12:50.841-07:00This is why I love Hawaii! Need I say more...<span></span>NO! But, I will anyway. Today I decided to take a walk. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRuXSEQ-meHMhlicWJRaBODUNCEusCcqHswW2dqd5v_cDURYsSZjNVHBJGmuqBe3UJyYv7c8VnrSxETuS_0QeRjOH_YFhMlLmbzoz2VdoD2u_Ssz9UVTT_0LjsHQnJbdrIyl4qQCbnng/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156238626763576002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRuXSEQ-meHMhlicWJRaBODUNCEusCcqHswW2dqd5v_cDURYsSZjNVHBJGmuqBe3UJyYv7c8VnrSxETuS_0QeRjOH_YFhMlLmbzoz2VdoD2u_Ssz9UVTT_0LjsHQnJbdrIyl4qQCbnng/s320/Dannys+Camera+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> The sun was shining brightly and I wanted a breath of fresh air. So, I dressed up and ventured out.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEmgx9oaTAFFlLMBWnB0WNSR1_3vCB2qDT1BGWAPx2KseQ_EjpjOGoKRczmAQaWuU5lVB_Ul6gqeh2StlHVjyWJyT6gKFCfVgMv-tkVJwCM3mYwC2JMFH7f6YBVM_zODxt1-HcYUq_jA/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+037.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC705RoFH_9JiahD_MK8YqZS0RyM0pcEAiRSfNtAJgZ-D9OBlLXoRPe4hOz8mMT0QaY6jcbcifGzMibDv_d_B6_21idB6so4NOO9bpdPfWEguNRWWbDUyvCgixXf5N2WLk0UCTPQFxLI/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156235396948169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC705RoFH_9JiahD_MK8YqZS0RyM0pcEAiRSfNtAJgZ-D9OBlLXoRPe4hOz8mMT0QaY6jcbcifGzMibDv_d_B6_21idB6so4NOO9bpdPfWEguNRWWbDUyvCgixXf5N2WLk0UCTPQFxLI/s320/Dannys+Camera+038.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was home in 15 minutes; I didn't last long in the 10 degree weather even with a beanie, scarf, coat, and gloves!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-R3pnMX7-py9EEQYZtronZzEeSy3uyEMqOU9dRQBcGFCdbp7xqKWdELibdDWk415AinchO_CbA9nC2vpCMTgwklfMPq3lKTrauiLi7OdowlWbcfeNPeoa7YHcqxZHG_gTzd5k-aegXdQ/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156235414128038514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-R3pnMX7-py9EEQYZtronZzEeSy3uyEMqOU9dRQBcGFCdbp7xqKWdELibdDWk415AinchO_CbA9nC2vpCMTgwklfMPq3lKTrauiLi7OdowlWbcfeNPeoa7YHcqxZHG_gTzd5k-aegXdQ/s320/Dannys+Camera+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> We would much rather be in Hawaii! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156238618173641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqBb-RBAwV_yPizPi4iDzV5SJO-UvvqpKR376j_naWygfgTKlhz5yKPZgxZVDRvODz6AvqkOJmniC0fm0GzwV-OboiCDGqdCzuk-CuR0CYazwbcELH8k-LxhX5QSO1D3lOVZyeu5FRhs/s320/Dannys+Camera+046.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156237381223060130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqp17Ympyhqr5gm26EiYtBOCTYR3hfyXstnThDnTmgjjP-eWoOuUqcYa_FieRW8XkxbG4-unsvP0IWqtp0CiYxeAhI7iz1HIHgwdH6cdP0Hjf-wwOhj_oQ-L-uCalcTx_jS5j0OSzqMQ/s320/Dannys+Camera+049.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>My love affair with paradise will never end. So, you all better get used to seeing the pictures!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-32432378465221228362008-01-15T11:07:00.001-07:002008-03-05T13:18:44.667-07:00New Doctrine?It would be worth it to me to have this blog site for this story and this story only. This happened about a year and a half a go during our first Bear Lake Family Vacation experience that I described on the first post.<br /><br />We went to church in Georgetown, ID in the red brick chapel on the corner of Main Street. So far, we were impressed with the meetings and speakers of the day. My (unbeknownst to me at the time) future mother-in-law gave a great gospel doctrine lesson that I still remember. My small town prejudices were beginning to change.<br /><br />My sister, sisters-in-law, step-mom, and I proceeded to the third hour meeting, Relief Society. The meeting opened as usual with a song, prayer, and anouncements. Then the teacher stood at the podium and commenced her lesson on "The Condensation of God." Without making a scene I cocked my head to the side a little and justified, for the teacher, that she just had trouble pronouncing it at first, it can be confusing. I'll give her a break I thought. She continued with her lesson and a minute later mentioned how marvelous the "Condensation of God" had been. She didn't studder over the word condensation nor did she try to correct herself. Did no one else from the humble Relief Society notice? Was I, and my family the only ones trying to hold back laughter? Apparently, because no one bothered to tell the poor sister who gave the entire half hour lesson on the "Condensation of God."<br /><br />If you think about it, technically, God could condensate if He wanted to. However, I don't think that is something we should start teaching as doctrine.<br /><br />Well, they say God has a sense of humor. I hope He laughs over that as much as I do!!!The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-3447049967058716602008-01-03T12:03:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:12:53.259-07:00Love at first sightThis is our trip to Hawaii that we took in November. Danny fell in love with Hawaii at first sight!<br /><br />We've arrived! And we all got hawaiian leis.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2jEK3G1RzlSoZunN4CRHU76nXzCSFV3q6Rub6fNoHyDn5jTnW2Cz46-R1ug97njT5UxT-rKyXKsiGbUbUa3yWXJ0NDENngmd1Ilxz-wgh2eaZoYrXduRXUZGhUtqzpiiYO98fkBk-tU/s1600-h/dannys+lei.jpg"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286130335846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2jEK3G1RzlSoZunN4CRHU76nXzCSFV3q6Rub6fNoHyDn5jTnW2Cz46-R1ug97njT5UxT-rKyXKsiGbUbUa3yWXJ0NDENngmd1Ilxz-wgh2eaZoYrXduRXUZGhUtqzpiiYO98fkBk-tU/s320/dannys+lei.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even Spencey got a lei! This is Bubby's little brother, who was about 3mos old at the time. He was <strong>not</strong> a "go with the flow" type of guy. However, he was a perfect angel on the trip and has been ever since. Hawaii is a wonderful place!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhePwYVUtVAnSvU71i9Za8QggxjRRgYeZxzHufVNpMr32CtAVCZwwf2BtVpwSqaIrQ_SqEoEaEF4TEEECPGpSLY_AjvjJCl9fDAeYe7gmYlKMi0z0wVeL51G8uKjmcnYbw05RD2WjzXE/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286134630814114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhePwYVUtVAnSvU71i9Za8QggxjRRgYeZxzHufVNpMr32CtAVCZwwf2BtVpwSqaIrQ_SqEoEaEF4TEEECPGpSLY_AjvjJCl9fDAeYe7gmYlKMi0z0wVeL51G8uKjmcnYbw05RD2WjzXE/s320/Dannys+Camera+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Our</em> first hawaiian sunset. Danny fell in love with Hawaii again at the first hawaiian sunset!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOEfbBMAXSPfzKkQT023eaQnPTThxBnQUTk2LsFuenaRkRhL7B6YLV4I0j3WF5o2MGMwYV5JyWPRkcUyfge2GRK0qFX4qNdFZ2RhyQFuVqmRfgYSomPVM7OZGpm4teBRFFz3cyrNLYLU/s1600-h/PB140010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286138925781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOEfbBMAXSPfzKkQT023eaQnPTThxBnQUTk2LsFuenaRkRhL7B6YLV4I0j3WF5o2MGMwYV5JyWPRkcUyfge2GRK0qFX4qNdFZ2RhyQFuVqmRfgYSomPVM7OZGpm4teBRFFz3cyrNLYLU/s320/PB140010.jpg" border="0" /></a> We loved snorkeling at Haunauma Bay!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq6ly9z5oGJT87QdWxV1xqukWWWn1OvUP2VlZx7we42HsXWEI1YT-N7i5Ykkwh3T0aTBRSep0y6rOO1Yu2NxHTjFcHsqWMl2iB6AXJeZrsnZ2CzRZfyDHjua9ptJGjZPIAqxX4CCU_YQ/s1600-h/PB260246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286143220748738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq6ly9z5oGJT87QdWxV1xqukWWWn1OvUP2VlZx7we42HsXWEI1YT-N7i5Ykkwh3T0aTBRSep0y6rOO1Yu2NxHTjFcHsqWMl2iB6AXJeZrsnZ2CzRZfyDHjua9ptJGjZPIAqxX4CCU_YQ/s320/PB260246.jpg" border="0" /></a> We went to Pearl Harbor. It is a solemn place. This is part of the USS Arizona that was sunk on December 7, 1941; "A day that will live in infamy." <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNeQRBXufvj1BBEtlMcwNVH1u78q5EoqPncTSl8tPmpEM0UpKn8Qe7NvooqPoKaGy14PmOssy9SfvCEgNQT2HK6Rlwk0gd-ayYkYA9NRgwgp2OkwspWcoGP4-xyA9LmocmaP_l-Ji3go/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282410894168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNeQRBXufvj1BBEtlMcwNVH1u78q5EoqPncTSl8tPmpEM0UpKn8Qe7NvooqPoKaGy14PmOssy9SfvCEgNQT2HK6Rlwk0gd-ayYkYA9NRgwgp2OkwspWcoGP4-xyA9LmocmaP_l-Ji3go/s320/Dannys+Camera+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> These are the "black tears of the Arizona."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkiPwQTM4DTLqVvTG8Z7l-Cj9_WciOMtfQPEUNAL2cIicBiVEG-oo6aUnM8pMD5HvuHzd1JOpV-WQ3vT-jQyFRh4PHS8fHZE0Ynsk4JRgubz6TsiMhOUXgMxJs1MdRgIuZJdUSv67G_I/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282423779070290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkiPwQTM4DTLqVvTG8Z7l-Cj9_WciOMtfQPEUNAL2cIicBiVEG-oo6aUnM8pMD5HvuHzd1JOpV-WQ3vT-jQyFRh4PHS8fHZE0Ynsk4JRgubz6TsiMhOUXgMxJs1MdRgIuZJdUSv67G_I/s320/Dannys+Camera+014.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hawaii is my favorite place to be on Thanksgiving! My tradition, that has become a family tradition, for whoever is there, is to go to the beach on Thanksgiving, while the turkey is already in the oven. Then we come home and shower really quickly, make the side dishes, then sit down at about 6pm for Thanksgiving dinner. The best place for dinner is none other than my brother's garage. Its awesome!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDksFC_y4hokn7Y68-C5LyHa6UuwK6gcZzty_x4DqrEWH8ZRhhGxDagdrfQvCi_TIF22r4t7mScjRAeMxYpD3hbOzT-Qowki8LOhDLt-jgifn-IFoDmXtHHXy73xK586oeNl0GK7RN8A/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282432369004898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDksFC_y4hokn7Y68-C5LyHa6UuwK6gcZzty_x4DqrEWH8ZRhhGxDagdrfQvCi_TIF22r4t7mScjRAeMxYpD3hbOzT-Qowki8LOhDLt-jgifn-IFoDmXtHHXy73xK586oeNl0GK7RN8A/s320/Dannys+Camera+015.jpg" border="0" /></a>No one can rain on our parade, except maybe the sky. This was a Christmas parade in Waikiki.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nzcnqp483qkLD9f9FzCYpPzSW1vC11ZkbBRUq7H17ZkB6QnxrUA-sWUOAKluA5dXcwvrVLakZND-Z84wU6WY6dTaTwJe4XipcE9-hnYcuyUAibnRwleLWuGf00KrNj9-RohKAUysGcY/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282466728743282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nzcnqp483qkLD9f9FzCYpPzSW1vC11ZkbBRUq7H17ZkB6QnxrUA-sWUOAKluA5dXcwvrVLakZND-Z84wU6WY6dTaTwJe4XipcE9-hnYcuyUAibnRwleLWuGf00KrNj9-RohKAUysGcY/s320/Dannys+Camera+017.jpg" border="0" /></a>I had to introduce Danny to Matsumotos for shave ice! The best flavor is lilikoi (passion fruit) in case any of you go there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhym_x5IgCpRzcpRgN2A4OAstEJfd4ywRwqntXiEP7xP-NjMbm1TVYKEUbC3ckLcn1ZuVYZXnnSkJMIqj5yG5H8Xg5NnH_beRYDbaocWDeRsh4axZqDwHB3mi73wpFRL9UfE8NF1yujAE8/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282488203579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhym_x5IgCpRzcpRgN2A4OAstEJfd4ywRwqntXiEP7xP-NjMbm1TVYKEUbC3ckLcn1ZuVYZXnnSkJMIqj5yG5H8Xg5NnH_beRYDbaocWDeRsh4axZqDwHB3mi73wpFRL9UfE8NF1yujAE8/s320/Dannys+Camera+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the tower in <em>Pearl Harbor </em>that is also on Ford Island. See below for more pictures. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlEvEcdIAT-LbFMNWVDLB3h83UHoUSBmwmgOuzm_kUQdnMB-YfpyQPIynd-Sdi3ivZdr4-AYfjSDiQvZMw_vrrnqR0ycoGvPEorOXcm7TJQgQtxUqbuq-1HEQ1u0gMUXj5mJNCakB5bQ/s1600-h/PB250245.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154280156036337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlEvEcdIAT-LbFMNWVDLB3h83UHoUSBmwmgOuzm_kUQdnMB-YfpyQPIynd-Sdi3ivZdr4-AYfjSDiQvZMw_vrrnqR0ycoGvPEorOXcm7TJQgQtxUqbuq-1HEQ1u0gMUXj5mJNCakB5bQ/s320/PB250245.jpg" border="0" /></a> We went to Sea Life Park and saw lots of dolphins, fish, turtles, seals and so on.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOKBd5CncAW5ylPFTyp2WMufrD7niTAYFDlDECRpeuxq8hQZkOC8YuQGQkURrDTgP3AKJEBvC17CoxTO_GMbC8GKy_QXRvCj-itooMPndDtZVP3mCNPgW0LhhyphenhyphenrSI7zEXW2u1V07ZrBk/s1600-h/PB230209.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154280164626272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOKBd5CncAW5ylPFTyp2WMufrD7niTAYFDlDECRpeuxq8hQZkOC8YuQGQkURrDTgP3AKJEBvC17CoxTO_GMbC8GKy_QXRvCj-itooMPndDtZVP3mCNPgW0LhhyphenhyphenrSI7zEXW2u1V07ZrBk/s320/PB230209.jpg" border="0" /></a> Danny holding a starfish. He was scared at first:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNVp12mAZrVWONgDK69-wtpmXrdoS0gncV3iYrb4lUkntHA79oOBLvRLJZpttIp21sHk3dZ_YWnrh5qeUzynW4_KOS0CBPQBnHhx5TciCjuQ0-wQ53NswX514PpkEdZUxMzrbxhWYTCk/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154280168921239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNVp12mAZrVWONgDK69-wtpmXrdoS0gncV3iYrb4lUkntHA79oOBLvRLJZpttIp21sHk3dZ_YWnrh5qeUzynW4_KOS0CBPQBnHhx5TciCjuQ0-wQ53NswX514PpkEdZUxMzrbxhWYTCk/s320/Dannys+Camera+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cute penguin!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVpgKaqPP7IxUYXkpRFiPmzb7_7HUNB5G6SWmHILFpiLUYlxShxUpYt0Q8TadV-KGIVB0f1tyBuf2Ron5qKET9ViCwp2VI2qCVnuJZrr9OyHCdQyTbwUrDoTksYyvOU8nerixuDCqmG0/s1600-h/PB230188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154275586191134930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVpgKaqPP7IxUYXkpRFiPmzb7_7HUNB5G6SWmHILFpiLUYlxShxUpYt0Q8TadV-KGIVB0f1tyBuf2Ron5qKET9ViCwp2VI2qCVnuJZrr9OyHCdQyTbwUrDoTksYyvOU8nerixuDCqmG0/s320/PB230188.jpg" border="0" /></a> Danny was fascinated with the shark. This was after his encounter (see below).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSQgbQ_YTsETRTmIMH8t47vVhwBsE4iYZ8Qs8GoQCKMDCxmw9Jz5gfuMtQgBKjDR_zgY8nuLsZbvisKh2uTarZ1I6oSl472sFIvcDsOrhFAPXJtvglDliIzLUd36gAo8cRdALy5h8y0o/s1600-h/PB230178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154275590486102242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSQgbQ_YTsETRTmIMH8t47vVhwBsE4iYZ8Qs8GoQCKMDCxmw9Jz5gfuMtQgBKjDR_zgY8nuLsZbvisKh2uTarZ1I6oSl472sFIvcDsOrhFAPXJtvglDliIzLUd36gAo8cRdALy5h8y0o/s320/PB230178.jpg" border="0" /></a>My mom works on Ford Island so we had a private tour. This is the USS Utah which, also sank on Dec. 7, 1941.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgej6aDHKrKnfYv3gmec7486q85d8L_jXfnhgYjk6GDfdzjR7zssMvR32urZTI17Q5yRW6dj-uCBct15kPIqPFZOrczXsy4uVj94UrJa0CKzCEomrtxUUT6iP188uCOKNI0Pbu_aAif5yw/s1600-h/PB250237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154275594781069554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgej6aDHKrKnfYv3gmec7486q85d8L_jXfnhgYjk6GDfdzjR7zssMvR32urZTI17Q5yRW6dj-uCBct15kPIqPFZOrczXsy4uVj94UrJa0CKzCEomrtxUUT6iP188uCOKNI0Pbu_aAif5yw/s320/PB250237.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just some monument that I can't remember what its for.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcEFQ252gCOppaAj9gPTu21I71gBVHMmLxagBMwZBAjLEtZbMouFjsbNgMsJaZYndjIuoJXXE8V66zFb8gwktJYVdEARIaPWMeXVKPgEtDyXNg0LQkYAbyoKjSRUo_2UQ5Yc8VPEtEIU/s1600-h/PB250241.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154275603371004162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcEFQ252gCOppaAj9gPTu21I71gBVHMmLxagBMwZBAjLEtZbMouFjsbNgMsJaZYndjIuoJXXE8V66zFb8gwktJYVdEARIaPWMeXVKPgEtDyXNg0LQkYAbyoKjSRUo_2UQ5Yc8VPEtEIU/s320/PB250241.jpg" border="0" /></a> We hiked Diamond Head.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigS-YR7_emb6gF3ZBWdz5Iq51dX6_AR-PBAQyybd_iI0nJ8atM0rpaUL472lMorxDNfJ150PEDiA7In7jZeDl9sbqKs28R3lL23ANNetCkGxf3EtCsOZtVtYSBMmu73FYqQ2c9uubrYfU/s1600-h/PB170058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154268039933595778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigS-YR7_emb6gF3ZBWdz5Iq51dX6_AR-PBAQyybd_iI0nJ8atM0rpaUL472lMorxDNfJ150PEDiA7In7jZeDl9sbqKs28R3lL23ANNetCkGxf3EtCsOZtVtYSBMmu73FYqQ2c9uubrYfU/s320/PB170058.jpg" border="0" /></a> Beautiful view from Diamond Head overlooking Lighthouse Beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr6Bq32cdtSfyrDrEi-VhpUZPOZ6jUcY7w35LY3YID0O014a3PsOp1FjoTXBYiRUz8_VGsgGZvk6YuTeS9DjETnnI0mVvIUinbU1fvB4j-dM5cD567yvxm1A4JB4YEp5-AvyT4JwYu_Y/s1600-h/PB170066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154268048523530386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr6Bq32cdtSfyrDrEi-VhpUZPOZ6jUcY7w35LY3YID0O014a3PsOp1FjoTXBYiRUz8_VGsgGZvk6YuTeS9DjETnnI0mVvIUinbU1fvB4j-dM5cD567yvxm1A4JB4YEp5-AvyT4JwYu_Y/s320/PB170066.jpg" border="0" /></a> Out of all the activities Danny loved surfing the most! That is until he saw a six foot shark below him. It took him a few days to get back in the water, but he did it. My brother Jason was jealous because he's lived there eight years and never seen one while surfing.<br /><br /><div><div><div>Danny got so good at surfing that he entered a competition and won:)- jk This is the annual Reef comp. at Haleiwa Beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfCHPpnYwy9tS0xB6-MLLGeR7ewyIN4QSuzTYvYRfBMlkCWohxPWxmXsWeNYKKNp1Ca0AepviKogGedo5tx3GuEJEAngumd13Mzr9yCZRbbESyN8UqINgmc3VHU9LOFuLZSFAKwz_ums/s1600-h/PB190083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154268052818497698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfCHPpnYwy9tS0xB6-MLLGeR7ewyIN4QSuzTYvYRfBMlkCWohxPWxmXsWeNYKKNp1Ca0AepviKogGedo5tx3GuEJEAngumd13Mzr9yCZRbbESyN8UqINgmc3VHU9LOFuLZSFAKwz_ums/s320/PB190083.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were going to hike up China Man's Hat. However, it is about a 300yd walk in waste deep water and then the easy part of 20 mins up the "hat". We chose not to do this because to the left of the picture there were very dark, ominous looking clouds. We left and it started to pour 10 mins later.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUSPYxwuYO3UmwiGY333aVVw1dsTy4ld6QMcxlsabVJJ6M_aDhddogXio8Uo0gOrgyMP4dx4C6JICmLm4fIgZ2H7rCwmFGB0Exmc7xMKXAxGy4aT2kj9YU7uWI6ezvnjnFpL_hl-O0lI/s1600-h/PB190098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154268100063137970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUSPYxwuYO3UmwiGY333aVVw1dsTy4ld6QMcxlsabVJJ6M_aDhddogXio8Uo0gOrgyMP4dx4C6JICmLm4fIgZ2H7rCwmFGB0Exmc7xMKXAxGy4aT2kj9YU7uWI6ezvnjnFpL_hl-O0lI/s320/PB190098.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954832191901090121.post-11555896345879788222007-12-31T14:15:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:12:54.402-07:00A Brief HistoryA *brief overview of our lives the last year and a half.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* A VERY short explanation of events and a few pictures to get started.<br /></span><br />It all started with an innocent Loder family vacation to Bear Lake, ID in July of 2006. We rented a cabin about 20 mins north of the lake in a town of 538 people, Georgetown, ID.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREGt0tRMJkrqLi3ZhDDXyXnMr3clhMXVBxS8QZ2Ct_hyphenhyphen9_ZyB3Sjboy9UPUjaar-vTJ84WMLp9GijDYSVPxq31yMlI4_Q3fPvVJvI2oQ7Ata0WGT_qPa1n2TitiA1oqX1YOpN0G0DAdY/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154250099855200354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREGt0tRMJkrqLi3ZhDDXyXnMr3clhMXVBxS8QZ2Ct_hyphenhyphen9_ZyB3Sjboy9UPUjaar-vTJ84WMLp9GijDYSVPxq31yMlI4_Q3fPvVJvI2oQ7Ata0WGT_qPa1n2TitiA1oqX1YOpN0G0DAdY/s320/Dannys+Camera+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sunday July 23 rolled along after a couple of splendid days of boating and wakeboarding on the lake. Unassuming, all 17 of us piled in the motorhome and drove out of the canyon one mile to the church on the corner.<br />Apparently, as I found out later, I was being watched the entire first two meetings. After a couple failed attempts to talk to me and only saying hello, Danny blocked me from the door. Although, he was cute, it was not my intention to pick some one up on vacation or at church. Danny had other intentions.<br />He started with small talk but then added in, "if you're going to be around for a while we should go out."<br />I gave him my number for three reasons. 1. I was a little bit impressed that such a small town boy could be so bold. 2. He was at least cute. 3. I was on vacation!<br />We went out and had a great time fishing on the "crick" and jeep'n in the mountains. Danny was in love! For me, well, you can see that he convinced me of that (a little while later).<br /><br /><div><div>Engagement photos from January. Danny's sister Sara took these as well as our wedding photos. She did a great job. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150253409447972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUX3KfnOg6PhPjMLKQrh6kFI1JjO8YVUFaX7td4pRY4loYn1hN8KaUQtibxuAVzxOxyqqd9dJpPBkRUgzPa18PaRbEPsYbo38em_I0m6fr1aTHlMDw68-J5IiQA2vOH34ZB8XJHdd7RQ/s320/IMG_4264-2.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> This is one of my favorites.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpvK6B-yZrzwcox1xD04HkLzMBR6Zf3S1qaOpSu6lWt8h8WRje1X1p16dQ07Vh2m08U-J0jAtJWodf9AcnwNM9iZMIhQfiM8rCXvFANyxAe-FdEl1o1n8h9FlTBLF4fiE0DM65uf889w/s1600-h/IMG_4273-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150253422332874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpvK6B-yZrzwcox1xD04HkLzMBR6Zf3S1qaOpSu6lWt8h8WRje1X1p16dQ07Vh2m08U-J0jAtJWodf9AcnwNM9iZMIhQfiM8rCXvFANyxAe-FdEl1o1n8h9FlTBLF4fiE0DM65uf889w/s320/IMG_4273-2.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wedding photos on March 23, 2007.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhanArJcjtAfi-PZahIje2iskzD7xFULOxHTt8v-gOrVLWre9ZUnWaWWEZdzXfMEGCl-th5MApcOECM0H9n__48JMJdZEB6t-rXWq5eyCNAUFNhVvlABpTapOx7diN50H4_ftfNuvwMYDA/s1600-h/IMG_4286-2.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6l0RNZbSViw0BNcznakGiHCfTCFQeanc1WZUIyuyF5pMreBRCGpSUwdHgzFJRyt29R3HfEyk3AcB__h6D_6G9zVBKHzFtVgG2Jznhp-UCZlHNZGKzIGur61rC1xOhni_t8HcPeOAFZ-E/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158033137114288850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6l0RNZbSViw0BNcznakGiHCfTCFQeanc1WZUIyuyF5pMreBRCGpSUwdHgzFJRyt29R3HfEyk3AcB__h6D_6G9zVBKHzFtVgG2Jznhp-UCZlHNZGKzIGur61rC1xOhni_t8HcPeOAFZ-E/s320/Dannys+Camera+054.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyYY8Vwp2v1YsQq3Jhki9jQm8Mh_Y-5Nu3RuqwbZqdu-uqSbphFkaK5ik4G-mxUD4yo0qhwynplFT2hHwY9dZbVm0wiOTN2lmXFlUI11L_CORvGFhYmw1Hbo5c7iPitgunGB2F5T9BWo/s1600-h/IMG_0082-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150253430922809394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyYY8Vwp2v1YsQq3Jhki9jQm8Mh_Y-5Nu3RuqwbZqdu-uqSbphFkaK5ik4G-mxUD4yo0qhwynplFT2hHwY9dZbVm0wiOTN2lmXFlUI11L_CORvGFhYmw1Hbo5c7iPitgunGB2F5T9BWo/s320/IMG_0082-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdN0A-gnI_LjCw9VdUNQjSCujUAoZ3hwlVNJp5gRvMimWAp3GRbZnQ7WdRTB2sJw_6o53LHO6nMsz5NWFIC9GZmR8GNqozVRRlK5I8tDYTRvbCE1YmHaESgFpFp2TMz1q68X24bUTqEA/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158033154294158066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdN0A-gnI_LjCw9VdUNQjSCujUAoZ3hwlVNJp5gRvMimWAp3GRbZnQ7WdRTB2sJw_6o53LHO6nMsz5NWFIC9GZmR8GNqozVRRlK5I8tDYTRvbCE1YmHaESgFpFp2TMz1q68X24bUTqEA/s320/Dannys+Camera+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150253439512744002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2CVGYKfjuYbmsxaET8ehtG59UlbtsxrUIesQWqe2gwqmuyzecbhapkP8qTBh2-2ubPaVAQx_xPngGtJrg2SnSwxQX202Ud5ZC4mvF1fFLn9FsiRslXCmEtZG44i38aa2UEemtOaETEo/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpP25YUtnLAVgp75WlI2OPB0DSjaMDHuqMvOJsjYWY1GauPsRlSxWoTwux5QLN4NaOeoCHb11D9jRRQvMBjo1OJ_37SeTg5sfardBF1-zmiABWA3hnRF97U5j_2leRqIOCVMGi2LqrKNg/s1600-h/Dannys+Camera+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158033171474027266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpP25YUtnLAVgp75WlI2OPB0DSjaMDHuqMvOJsjYWY1GauPsRlSxWoTwux5QLN4NaOeoCHb11D9jRRQvMBjo1OJ_37SeTg5sfardBF1-zmiABWA3hnRF97U5j_2leRqIOCVMGi2LqrKNg/s320/Dannys+Camera+069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>We soon moved to Vancouver, WA. We had fun adventures while we were there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDxJe0aJzeQGbdnut0UfXkZTLLYFfihKV9h311YyYVvL0Ca1oADzf27CTswAFfwOKRZbexNFjUtc1r79WvMfKnkTN6aqvFAaw6V4j7htVz-T0svFuzUSFaN1aL6YDtnDOOTVe68bNBrw/s1600-h/P3070250.JPG"></a>Danny's first time in the ocean. His parents came to visit us for July 4th. This is at Lincoln City.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IXjPtcniDxEVu9ei1xUHcwQlPk7PTr4l5cLE2Pll14bRI0i8UwoohRRkMZY0IFnUKpifAtFeoENjlDdMsZHVoDuTxq288tPxp42WovO3UlliDhcWj7det8nGNZs_hjHG9HvH_NB_hQo/s1600-h/P7070258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150251438057983986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IXjPtcniDxEVu9ei1xUHcwQlPk7PTr4l5cLE2Pll14bRI0i8UwoohRRkMZY0IFnUKpifAtFeoENjlDdMsZHVoDuTxq288tPxp42WovO3UlliDhcWj7det8nGNZs_hjHG9HvH_NB_hQo/s320/P7070258.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>The Georgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10918656714852024934noreply@blogger.com0