<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:09:09.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hendersons</title><subtitle type='html'>Justin, Natalie, Haylie, Morgan, Andrew, And Paige</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2555583789537460519</id><published>2010-10-21T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:14:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog worthy</title><content type='html'>I've been a super blogging slacker but we had an incident in our house that I felt was blog worthy and had to post it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC1esik3sI/AAAAAAAAA_w/CxqzNu928_g/s1600/DSC07415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530619881367854786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC1esik3sI/AAAAAAAAA_w/CxqzNu928_g/s400/DSC07415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my beautiful Paige.  Last night Paige and Drew decided that Paige needed a haircut.  I am still not exactly sure how it happened but I'll try to explain. Drew was sitting at my kitchen table doing home work.  Paige always joins Drew when he is doing homework.  She will color or do her own but she always sits with him. This homework required scissors (child scissors), normally that is not a problem.  My kids had been hyper all day and they were goofing off while doing homework.  I was in the kitchen making dinner and after a bunch of "settle down" "relax" "do you homework" "knock it off" 's he finished. I knew they had scissors and I knew they were goofing off but he had papers to cut.  I never thought for a second that their goofing off involved cutting hair. After he left the table he took the scissors into my room. When he walked out I saw that he had them and immediately took care of the problem, or so I thought.  I said "give me those, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; run with scissors" (being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; mom that I am:)) took them from him and continued to fix dinner.  All of that happened in less than 5 min.  So then we go to set the table and notice hair all over the floor right by where they were doing homework (none in my room). From what I gathered they were both involved in the actual cutting and it happened right by where I was. I still have no idea how I missed it but I did.  After a lot of yelling, crying, and grounding, I took some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC09hoOwtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/2IAZCNqDuIg/s1600/DSC07420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530619311503098578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC09hoOwtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/2IAZCNqDuIg/s400/DSC07420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a before shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC0r544dQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qsDLLCMgnR0/s1600/DSC07455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530619008777745666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC0r544dQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qsDLLCMgnR0/s400/DSC07455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the saddest shot ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC0OJABRjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/W9CwfMeYVY0/s1600/DSC07476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530618497438139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC0OJABRjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/W9CwfMeYVY0/s400/DSC07476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is while it was being fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMCzigaMkxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CgVdnheA6Bc/s1600/DSC07484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530617747807703826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMCzigaMkxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CgVdnheA6Bc/s400/DSC07484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the finished product.  So cute.  It could of been so much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2555583789537460519?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2555583789537460519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2555583789537460519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2555583789537460519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2555583789537460519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-worthy.html' title='Blog worthy'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TMC1esik3sI/AAAAAAAAA_w/CxqzNu928_g/s72-c/DSC07415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-9173153535833032832</id><published>2010-07-14T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:04:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Drew!</title><content type='html'>My awesome Drew turns 5 today.  Its hard to believe that he will be starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; in the fall.  We are so proud of Drew and the sweet little man he is.  He is an absolute joy in our family and we love him very much.  Happy Birthday handsome boy:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TD3P8vLlWLI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dXvhaUPbQlM/s1600/DSC06944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493775762826025138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TD3P8vLlWLI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dXvhaUPbQlM/s400/DSC06944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-9173153535833032832?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9173153535833032832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=9173153535833032832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/9173153535833032832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/9173153535833032832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-drew.html' title='Happy Birthday Drew!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TD3P8vLlWLI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dXvhaUPbQlM/s72-c/DSC06944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8797666121068438497</id><published>2010-05-29T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:23:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drews Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>My Drew is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; done with Preschool and will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; in the fall.  To say he is excited (I think more to ride the bus than anything) is a huge understatement.  I answer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; questions all day and as excited I am about summer I'm not excited to hear "Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow" for another 3 months:)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TAF2XDzsjsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HahwjVIR0BM/s1600/DSC07082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476788760390438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TAF2XDzsjsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HahwjVIR0BM/s400/DSC07082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Drew doing his part in the graduation ceremony.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TAF18D-1V0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Fe-_lYdvLR4/s1600/DSC07076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476788296580683586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TAF18D-1V0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Fe-_lYdvLR4/s400/DSC07076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a super kid, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8797666121068438497?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8797666121068438497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8797666121068438497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8797666121068438497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8797666121068438497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/05/drews-preschool-graduation.html' title='Drews Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/TAF2XDzsjsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HahwjVIR0BM/s72-c/DSC07082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5935266795808038053</id><published>2010-05-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:45:14.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Paige</title><content type='html'>Yep, It's gum.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S-t079EqtcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/zwW5fXBUv9s/s1600/p41.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470594745726842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S-t079EqtcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/zwW5fXBUv9s/s400/p41.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peanut butter does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige: Can I have a Sucker?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sure&lt;br /&gt;Paige: and one for Drew?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sure Paige &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; nice to get one for Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S-tzsB-yBVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/YStAvPR3adE/s1600/p40.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470593372654798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S-tzsB-yBVI/AAAAAAAAA-g/YStAvPR3adE/s400/p40.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5935266795808038053?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5935266795808038053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5935266795808038053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5935266795808038053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5935266795808038053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-paige.html' title='Just Paige'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S-t079EqtcI/AAAAAAAAA-o/zwW5fXBUv9s/s72-c/p41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5507316439047688041</id><published>2010-05-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:26:53.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Choir Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is in choir this semester and as part of her grade she has to participate in a choir concert.  She wrote it on my calendar back in January and has been excited for it and reminding me of it for 4 months.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98R5wBi0SI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AC5ShzyySXY/s1600/DSC07047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108156492665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98R5wBi0SI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AC5ShzyySXY/s400/DSC07047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day finally came.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; being dropped off 2 hrs early to prepare or something?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98RYtNRVPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/TAtpKcJtiHc/s1600/DSC07049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467107588800861426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98RYtNRVPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/TAtpKcJtiHc/s400/DSC07049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know who this silly girl is in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; but she made a face on purpose when I took the photo and I thought it was funny:)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie's&lt;/span&gt; grandma curled her hair she looked very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98QuIVLroI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jF5gBDne2WE/s1600/DSC07052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467106857347427970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98QuIVLroI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jF5gBDne2WE/s400/DSC07052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can U spot my cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;?  The concert was  spring themed all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for when the sang Popular from Wicked (which seemed to be all the girls favorite)   The concert was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; did a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5507316439047688041?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5507316439047688041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5507316439047688041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5507316439047688041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5507316439047688041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-choir-concert.html' title='Spring Choir Concert'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98R5wBi0SI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AC5ShzyySXY/s72-c/DSC07047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4557603703407910050</id><published>2010-05-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:02:35.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Weekend</title><content type='html'>We decided to take the kids with us for the weekend. When the parents were up running the kids were sleeping. When us tired parents would of loved to just rest the kids wanted to play.  We ended up at the Family Fun Center in St George.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98Fi2dxEhI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nuqVeRikvnU/s1600/st21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467094568945127954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98Fi2dxEhI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nuqVeRikvnU/s400/st21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98EBiH89vI/AAAAAAAAA94/z8wdRYdk24Y/s1600/DSC06981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092897037612786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98EBiH89vI/AAAAAAAAA94/z8wdRYdk24Y/s400/DSC06981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Paige was tired too, she hates the Family Fun Center.  She was the only kid that was not big enough to go on the go-karts and that ruined her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98DYSLregI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Ho3xliMOy7A/s1600/DSC06969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467092188383640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98DYSLregI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Ho3xliMOy7A/s400/DSC06969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; racing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98CaPmZSeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/yk0zJHWeYg8/s1600/st18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091122538498530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98CaPmZSeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/yk0zJHWeYg8/s400/st18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The water boats were a blast, everyone ended up soaked.  Paige got to ride these I thought she would love them but she cried the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98B_WDI9_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/0EYBwSl0K40/s1600/st25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467090660413208562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98B_WDI9_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/0EYBwSl0K40/s400/st25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan and Kelsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt;' along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98BVg6b3oI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/LdNB7Cy8S6Y/s1600/st3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467089941774982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98BVg6b3oI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/LdNB7Cy8S6Y/s400/st3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thumbs up from Drew and dad, of course little Drew was in heaven riding these cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; we were leaving the kids all wanted to go to the park.  It was just a block down from where we were staying.  The big kids had already spent time there but the little kids wanted a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97_75Y1w3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/imovl2xIFes/s1600/DSC06999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467088402156733298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97_75Y1w3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/imovl2xIFes/s400/DSC06999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin and Brent joined in on a serious game of tag.  They were more tired from playing tag than they were from the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97_PqUYiOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/y2I97OSOVMA/s1600/DSC07002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467087642197264610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97_PqUYiOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/y2I97OSOVMA/s400/DSC07002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan and Brent climbed trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97-n4poAjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ixVWghZh4OU/s1600/DSC07005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467086958849688114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S97-n4poAjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ixVWghZh4OU/s400/DSC07005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They made a fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S9795Jk4ZAI/AAAAAAAAA84/9wVSyc-YQdk/s1600/DSC07016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467086155939341314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S9795Jk4ZAI/AAAAAAAAA84/9wVSyc-YQdk/s400/DSC07016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then before we left we had a picture taken with all of us and I cant remember the last time that happened.  The last family picture we had was before Drew was born.  I need to get them done soon.  It was a fun weekend and a fun mini vacation for all.  Next time, Adults only:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4557603703407910050?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4557603703407910050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4557603703407910050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4557603703407910050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4557603703407910050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/05/race-weekend.html' title='Race Weekend'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S98Fi2dxEhI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nuqVeRikvnU/s72-c/st21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5644383766776069352</id><published>2010-05-03T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:41:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane 5k and1/2 marathon</title><content type='html'>On April 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to Hurricane to participate in our last runners series race. Justin and I did the 5k and Victor, Brent, and Yolanda did the 1/2 marathon.   Justin took 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in his age division (35-40) :) so he was the only one of us that got a medal.  I personally just did not want to come in last:) and I was not last so it turned out to be a great morning.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S973GgvDPEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/xuCV3-v61bY/s1600/DSC06946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467078688912915522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S973GgvDPEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/xuCV3-v61bY/s400/DSC06946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the 5k Justin and I went and picked up all the kids so they could watch the 1/2 marathoners come in.  While we were waiting I got this cute picture of Justin with Paige and Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S972lio3umI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1XWShkpPdxI/s1600/DSC06947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467078122488183394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S972lio3umI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1XWShkpPdxI/s400/DSC06947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Justin made me get my picture taken with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S972En9KKJI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uqv6LlqLOBU/s1600/DSC06948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467077556979771538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S972En9KKJI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uqv6LlqLOBU/s400/DSC06948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victor the speed racer had finished by the time we got back with all the kids.  He had another great race and had just ran a different 1/2 marathon the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S971oiVeaCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TFtzK4TwZIs/s1600/DSC06945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467077074434811938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S971oiVeaCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TFtzK4TwZIs/s400/DSC06945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yolanda did an excellent job. I had just turned away from the finish line and she ran in. I missed the finish line shot but this is a 1 min after the finish line shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S971HoWjB4I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ENpcuw1ax68/s1600/DSC06955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467076509114238850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S971HoWjB4I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ENpcuw1ax68/s400/DSC06955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brent&lt;/span&gt; came in and had also done a great job.  Now we are all done with our runners series requirements and are set to do the St George Marathon, stay tuned, we'll see how it goes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5644383766776069352?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5644383766776069352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5644383766776069352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5644383766776069352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5644383766776069352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurricane-5k-and12-marathon.html' title='Hurricane 5k and1/2 marathon'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S973GgvDPEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/xuCV3-v61bY/s72-c/DSC06946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7210376606330047145</id><published>2010-04-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:42:32.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paige</title><content type='html'>"Hey Paige, why did you color on your face?"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8dPy8Z4KSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/O9rc9LZLULU/s1600/DSC06942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460420809836734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8dPy8Z4KSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/O9rc9LZLULU/s400/DSC06942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8dPWAr9weI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ke6uUdYYbT4/s1600/DSC06940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460420312770134498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8dPWAr9weI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ke6uUdYYbT4/s400/DSC06940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Cuz I a tiger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7210376606330047145?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7210376606330047145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7210376606330047145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7210376606330047145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7210376606330047145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-paige.html' title='My Paige'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8dPy8Z4KSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/O9rc9LZLULU/s72-c/DSC06942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-468154222087478554</id><published>2010-04-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:24:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>My cute family went on a trip for spring break. It had been a long time since we have been on a trip as a family so we were very excited but not sure where to go. We wanted to go somewhere not to far and not to expensive. We thought of Disneyland or San Diego and decided we did not want to spend 2 days of our trip driving. Then we thought we could go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas to visit grandparents but there are not a lot activities for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas. We decided on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; which was funny because it was just a last minute thought. We took the girls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; years ago and had a great time and felt that it would be fun for all the kids even with the age differences. We had a great time even though we were not able to hike as much as we liked. I brought pants, long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sleeve&lt;/span&gt; shirts, and jackets but silly me forgot hats and gloves. It was cold and very windy. I think if we were able to hike and keep moving it would not of been to uncomfortable but the little kids, especially Paige, were just to cold. We did have a few hopeful rays of sunshine but it did not last long. I still got many cute pictures so enjoy:)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XgYTcFEyI/AAAAAAAAA74/12sli6PADHE/s1600/DSC06886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460016831396123426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XgYTcFEyI/AAAAAAAAA74/12sli6PADHE/s400/DSC06886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew was making silly poses in every picture I took of him, and Justin...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;:) I'm not sure what his look is but all I can think is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8Xf1SbomXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-wf3-89X_cI/s1600/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460016229830400370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8Xf1SbomXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-wf3-89X_cI/s400/DSC06914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan found a fun little cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XfMxmVGyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Nvh89AMRRog/s1600/DSC06906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460015533822122786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XfMxmVGyI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Nvh89AMRRog/s400/DSC06906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is Queen of the sand hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XeiaS8ZPI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ji1awvZxSm8/s1600/DSC06877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460014806012290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XeiaS8ZPI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ji1awvZxSm8/s400/DSC06877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew "Hey mom, get my picture on this weird tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8Xd91KTqNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ycMALTIWpOg/s1600/DSC06863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460014177568663762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8Xd91KTqNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ycMALTIWpOg/s400/DSC06863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige wanted to stop and play in every pile of sand, which is everywhere so Justin let her ride on his shoulders and that helped to keep us moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XdZiwA4BI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vyQNMGRr2cQ/s1600/DSC06851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460013554151251986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XdZiwA4BI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vyQNMGRr2cQ/s400/DSC06851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Silly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-468154222087478554?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/468154222087478554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=468154222087478554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/468154222087478554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/468154222087478554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8XgYTcFEyI/AAAAAAAAA74/12sli6PADHE/s72-c/DSC06886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8609629913058896510</id><published>2010-04-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:52:19.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PN5pY7d0I/AAAAAAAAA7I/FrjWZtHijzo/s1600/DSC06812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459433563549824834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PN5pY7d0I/AAAAAAAAA7I/FrjWZtHijzo/s400/DSC06812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little snap shot of my kids Easter morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8609629913058896510?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8609629913058896510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8609629913058896510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8609629913058896510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8609629913058896510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-morning.html' title='Easter Morning'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PN5pY7d0I/AAAAAAAAA7I/FrjWZtHijzo/s72-c/DSC06812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8195742325671312192</id><published>2010-04-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:39:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Famous San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PJtni4wlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xguNm4J-8HQ/s1600/DSC06621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428958849778258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PJtni4wlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xguNm4J-8HQ/s400/DSC06621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls Trip 2010 was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;held&lt;/span&gt; in San Francisco this year.  I had such an amazing time and got to see and do so many cool things.  This is our group from left to right is Melanie, Millissa, Leslie, Andrea, Lisa, Katie, and Me.  I love my ladies, thank you girls for weekend i'll never forget:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8195742325671312192?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8195742325671312192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8195742325671312192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8195742325671312192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8195742325671312192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-famous-san-francisco.html' title='World Famous San Francisco'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S8PJtni4wlI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xguNm4J-8HQ/s72-c/DSC06621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2412472430615381755</id><published>2010-03-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:10:42.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake to Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S6BDr42YxyI/AAAAAAAAA64/ttyeWJvVdIY/s1600-h/DSC06470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449429970392237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S6BDr42YxyI/AAAAAAAAA64/ttyeWJvVdIY/s400/DSC06470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; March 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I ventured out of my comfort zone and joined my friends for a 50 mile relay race.  We had 2 teams with 5 members each member taking 2 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; mile legs.  This is a photo of us at the finish line just a few minutes after the winds picked up, the temperature dropped, and it started to rain.  We really wanted a finish line picture the wind was blowing so hard and the sand was getting in our eyes so not all of us are looking at the camera but we are all there.  I was so tired after the race and so sore for 3 days after but I finished so I am happy.  I earned a metal and that's awesome being a girl that has never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a trophy before. My next race is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hurrican&lt;/span&gt; 5k I hope to be in better health and more prepared for that one.  Go Thing 1 and Thing 2! We Rule!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2412472430615381755?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2412472430615381755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2412472430615381755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2412472430615381755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2412472430615381755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/03/lake-to-lake.html' title='Lake to Lake'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S6BDr42YxyI/AAAAAAAAA64/ttyeWJvVdIY/s72-c/DSC06470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-363994740450618763</id><published>2010-03-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:24:31.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Paige</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S55jKQcFUoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/0PrMtfOmTpU/s1600-h/IMG_4091lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448901627027477122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S55jKQcFUoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/0PrMtfOmTpU/s400/IMG_4091lr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet little Paige is 3 today.  It has only been the past few days that I have begun to realize that Paige is no longer a baby but a little kid with views, opinions, and ideas that are her own:)   While the lack of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; and diapers is a good thing I am not sure how ready I am to see her advanced into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt; of childhood.  Soon Paige will have her own things to do.  She will head into to preschool, dance, and other territories where mom is no longer needed. While I have full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; abilities to hold her own I am left a little sad knowing that my baby will only get bigger and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;.  She is one of a kind and adds so much to our family, life would not be the same without her.  We love you Paige! Sass, silly, and Spunk we love it all. Happy Birthday Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-363994740450618763?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/363994740450618763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=363994740450618763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/363994740450618763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/363994740450618763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/03/princess-paige.html' title='Princess Paige'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S55jKQcFUoI/AAAAAAAAA6w/0PrMtfOmTpU/s72-c/IMG_4091lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8951002918469391973</id><published>2010-02-24T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:55:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are so funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S4WffJVnodI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tWdHTsc5jr4/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441931082178470354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S4WffJVnodI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tWdHTsc5jr4/s400/DSC04845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happen to be related to some super funny girls, that I admit are a bit more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggerific&lt;/span&gt; than I am but equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scraptastic&lt;/span&gt;. They are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt; and I love them. Today when I noticed how funny they were it totally made my day. What a lucky girl I am to have some of my best friends actual relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you for the smiles, the laughs, and the sarcastic remarks:) I know our futures will be full of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8951002918469391973?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8951002918469391973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8951002918469391973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8951002918469391973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8951002918469391973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-people-are-so-funny.html' title='Some people are so funny!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S4WffJVnodI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tWdHTsc5jr4/s72-c/DSC04845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7288756652135352699</id><published>2010-01-08T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:38:21.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek into our Christmas</title><content type='html'>Every Christmas Eve our kids get one present that is always PJs, so this is our traditional Christmas Eve PJs picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fArv_3hAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/T-RqKddv8CA/s1600-h/DSC06202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424516134042305538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fArv_3hAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/T-RqKddv8CA/s400/DSC06202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just picked one random snap shot of all my kids so you can see how cute they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fAcrwjm_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_GN0CWsgpdE/s1600-h/DSC06235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424515875206306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fAcrwjm_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_GN0CWsgpdE/s400/DSC06235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haylie and her favorite gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fALrjU_pI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/MOQlnbTaZIc/s1600-h/DSC06233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424515583093046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fALrjU_pI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/MOQlnbTaZIc/s400/DSC06233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan and her Rip Stik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0e_7pQdJwI/AAAAAAAAA6I/auJF47Fmk2Q/s1600-h/DSC06209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424515307599111938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0e_7pQdJwI/AAAAAAAAA6I/auJF47Fmk2Q/s400/DSC06209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige in present bliss, not really wanting to stop and look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0e_lbX6TLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/MB63W9VqxiY/s1600-h/DSC06208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424514925915163826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0e_lbX6TLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/MB63W9VqxiY/s400/DSC06208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and his back scratcher, yes he asked for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7288756652135352699?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7288756652135352699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7288756652135352699' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7288756652135352699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7288756652135352699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2010/01/peek-into-our-christmas.html' title='A peek into our Christmas'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/S0fArv_3hAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/T-RqKddv8CA/s72-c/DSC06202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3653140203903189941</id><published>2009-12-16T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:43:47.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend like I've been here all along</title><content type='html'>A little story about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; carols.  The other day I was singing Christmas songs with Paige and Drew.  I was singing Silent Night and both kids were really interested which surprised me because its not as catchy as Rudolf and Frosty.  So on to the second verse that says "Tender and light, mild, bright" whatever it is (I was making it up because I forgot the actual lyrics), and Drew starting laughing his head off.  Well if you have seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda you know that when he gets kicked he says "ooh, my tenders" of course Drew picked up on that and thinks its hilarious and of course repeats its often.  So I was singing Silent Night one of the sweetest Christmas songs and Drew thought I was singing about 'tenders'.  So for us, sadly, Silent Night will always mean something different. Seriously funny, and so Drew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3653140203903189941?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3653140203903189941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3653140203903189941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3653140203903189941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3653140203903189941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretend-like-ive-been-here-all-along.html' title='Pretend like I&apos;ve been here all along'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8381403868073388415</id><published>2009-07-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:45:33.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Drew!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th Birthday Handsome Man!!! We Love You!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly1qNSTbcI/AAAAAAAAA54/kyunlPt_sas/s1600-h/Drew+4+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357393389612482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly1qNSTbcI/AAAAAAAAA54/kyunlPt_sas/s400/Drew+4+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly1SPWEsEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GqeAiMVctHA/s1600-h/Drew+4+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356981625434178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly1SPWEsEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/GqeAiMVctHA/s400/Drew+4+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly09ynkhCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/AoCNrRmuJo8/s1600-h/Drew+4+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356630316811298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly09ynkhCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/AoCNrRmuJo8/s400/Drew+4+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly0jhueZ9I/AAAAAAAAA5g/-DMLrqdb_PA/s1600-h/Drew+4+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356179105769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly0jhueZ9I/AAAAAAAAA5g/-DMLrqdb_PA/s400/Drew+4+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly0HypPSVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/4XnD2XBxy6U/s1600-h/Drew+4+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358355702610872658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly0HypPSVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/4XnD2XBxy6U/s400/Drew+4+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These awesome pictures were taken by my little brother Tavis:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8381403868073388415?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8381403868073388415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8381403868073388415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8381403868073388415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8381403868073388415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-drew.html' title='Happy Birthday Drew!!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sly1qNSTbcI/AAAAAAAAA54/kyunlPt_sas/s72-c/Drew+4+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1284241129262927527</id><published>2009-06-18T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:30:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogger</title><content type='html'>Morgan has started a blog, if you thought she was crazy before you have no idea:) If you are interested it is at morgansworldrules.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1284241129262927527?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1284241129262927527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1284241129262927527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1284241129262927527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1284241129262927527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blogger.html' title='New blogger'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2133010709434568670</id><published>2009-06-03T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:03:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years!</title><content type='html'>I love you hunny:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sia6uNGiCFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZS6TgkY5_SM/s1600-h/DSC03557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343163310875478098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sia6uNGiCFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZS6TgkY5_SM/s400/DSC03557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2133010709434568670?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2133010709434568670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2133010709434568670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2133010709434568670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2133010709434568670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/06/14-years.html' title='14 years!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sia6uNGiCFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZS6TgkY5_SM/s72-c/DSC03557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1545321273540899762</id><published>2009-05-20T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:15:24.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Slacker!</title><content type='html'>I have been a big blogging slacker.  I was going to catch up by doing a bunch of different posts but decided to pick one photo from each thing and throw it all into one post and try to do better in the future.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRRwxZqoQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/gGQc-JTtVUQ/s1600-h/DSC05171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337981356677439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRRwxZqoQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/gGQc-JTtVUQ/s400/DSC05171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan and Drew building train tracks. Drew loves to have Morgan play trains with him, she only wants to on rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; but they were both very proud of this one and wanted a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRRg38tykI/AAAAAAAAA44/LB6BrH87IF4/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337981083557153346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRRg38tykI/AAAAAAAAA44/LB6BrH87IF4/s400/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is Drew on a horse riding field trip.  It was supposed to be at a barn but due to rain and a very muddy barn it ended up being at the horse owners house.  Every kid got to ride Ruby and Drew was perm-a-grin the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQ4-iLXYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oZVBtarzdRY/s1600-h/DSC05197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337980398130126210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQ4-iLXYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oZVBtarzdRY/s400/DSC05197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my jogging stroller.  In order for me to be able to go on my walks I need the kids entertained.  Well of course we take food and toys and after a couple weeks of walking this is what my stroller looked like.  It has been cleaned out twice since but I feel it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; worth it so I can go on my walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQnau2RBI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CGijiKaxCAI/s1600-h/DSC05208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337980096461816850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQnau2RBI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CGijiKaxCAI/s400/DSC05208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan had a school carnival, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drews&lt;/span&gt; face pretty much sums up how fun it was.  The babies were so tired it was just not a good night for us.  Morgan enjoyed herself, Drew on and off, Paige was miserable (there was not much for her to do so she mainly stayed in the stroller), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; had a good time but was more concerned about leaving because it was the night of her last school dance and wanted to get there, and I, well, If I as an adult could get away with what Drew is doing I would of loved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQT76jRQI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ibddnCsps9c/s1600-h/DSC05232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337979761771889922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQT76jRQI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ibddnCsps9c/s400/DSC05232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tradition for the last 5-6 years has been the day before Mothers day we do Race for the Cure.  This year we had a big group and had awesome shirts that said 'Save the Ta Ta's' It is always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; day but this year we had some fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;additions&lt;/span&gt; that made the day so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQAZwNCRI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WcUt5JquINY/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337979426184169746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRQAZwNCRI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WcUt5JquINY/s400/DSC05259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan had her Hershey Track Meet.  She took 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in the 400, then 1st in the 100, then 1st again in the 100 semi-finals, then tied for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd in the finals (she said her and the other girl were close but neither sure who was actually came in first).  Good job Morgan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRPv__aG0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/VI1kPPOzJ_M/s1600-h/DSC05268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337979144390712130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRPv__aG0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/VI1kPPOzJ_M/s400/DSC05268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we had a Barney ladies party.  My mom and aunts were invited along with all daughters and daughter-in-laws.  It was so much fun visiting and getting to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRPf_U9VFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/i68CmmA3JKQ/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978869334758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRPf_U9VFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/i68CmmA3JKQ/s400/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another shot of the ladies party, we have cute girls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is May so far, I will do better for the last part of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1545321273540899762?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1545321273540899762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1545321273540899762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1545321273540899762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1545321273540899762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-slacker.html' title='Blogging Slacker!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ShRRwxZqoQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/gGQc-JTtVUQ/s72-c/DSC05171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7585395568839700957</id><published>2009-04-27T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:18:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give a quick thanks to my friends.  I feel like I've been blessed and have such great people in my life.  Lately, on many different occasions my friends have some how done, or said, or wrote, or brought the exact thing I needed to have, hear, see, read, do (you get the idea). I hate to get mushy but, I love you (and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; should all know who &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are).  Thanks for being so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7585395568839700957?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7585395568839700957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7585395568839700957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7585395568839700957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7585395568839700957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7375451353511049100</id><published>2009-04-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:21:25.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring? Is it here?</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for spring to get here.  It seems like we have been sick and stuck inside for months. Yesterday we were able to do a bunch a fun stuff that we have not been able to do because of the weather.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4oY3dY-XI/AAAAAAAAA4A/J8uu8YamGHo/s1600-h/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239816895068530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4oY3dY-XI/AAAAAAAAA4A/J8uu8YamGHo/s400/DSC05059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we played bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4oCabS_II/AAAAAAAAA3w/cBVCP9tzA2A/s1600-h/DSC05066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239431144537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4oCabS_II/AAAAAAAAA3w/cBVCP9tzA2A/s400/DSC05066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we played chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4n3W1JNtI/AAAAAAAAA3o/w7dasfKGIEA/s1600-h/DSC05081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239241200645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4n3W1JNtI/AAAAAAAAA3o/w7dasfKGIEA/s400/DSC05081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we played in the dirt (i decided that my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need a swing set, a big pile of dirt is all they need to keep them busy)  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Justin's&lt;/span&gt; sisters house to see there baby horse Drew took a peek then spent most of his time in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4noF_5_vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WDd_F_wrhKM/s1600-h/DSC05093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238978984345330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4noF_5_vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WDd_F_wrhKM/s400/DSC05093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Paige, She found herself a comfy little spot to take a rest.  Silly girl, she loves animals and this cat, loves Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7375451353511049100?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7375451353511049100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7375451353511049100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7375451353511049100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7375451353511049100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-it-here.html' title='Spring? Is it here?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4oY3dY-XI/AAAAAAAAA4A/J8uu8YamGHo/s72-c/DSC05059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1000769502309547072</id><published>2009-04-21T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:06:18.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day!</title><content type='html'>Easter was a little different this year for us. We usually have a day filled with egg hunts, breakfasts, lunches, Parties. This year we had 2 sick babies so I spent most of the day at home with them.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4lScfBofI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LeIZJnS48t0/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327236408040071666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4lScfBofI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LeIZJnS48t0/s400/DSC05051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art by, Morgan Henderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4lIzAZy1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lUdu_S_tUMM/s1600-h/DSC05035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327236242286955346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4lIzAZy1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lUdu_S_tUMM/s400/DSC05035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls were able to go do all the activities and had a fun day.  The Easter Bunny always leaves eggs around our house for the kids to find.  Morgan is a super egg finder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4k-dIUTvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ha6zcznDFhE/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327236064615878386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4k-dIUTvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ha6zcznDFhE/s400/DSC05042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige was not sure what to do with herself, she was in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4kyG6rJCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BHIVlhvgfTQ/s1600-h/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235852494644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4kyG6rJCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BHIVlhvgfTQ/s400/DSC05049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; was a big help for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; ones and helped them search for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4kluSzFfI/AAAAAAAAA24/R6B4I_Bzyko/s1600-h/DSC05044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235639726511602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4kluSzFfI/AAAAAAAAA24/R6B4I_Bzyko/s400/DSC05044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speed Racer rules! Drew loves Speed Racer and was so excited to have his very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1000769502309547072?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1000769502309547072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1000769502309547072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1000769502309547072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1000769502309547072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4lScfBofI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LeIZJnS48t0/s72-c/DSC05051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1053986830004055371</id><published>2009-04-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:11:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4ZSRzuqnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0KiIc-Fb23Q/s1600-h/DSC05024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327223211034585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4ZSRzuqnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0KiIc-Fb23Q/s400/DSC05024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Justin's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was spent coloring eggs and taking care of sick kids but we did manage to have an early dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tucanos&lt;/span&gt;.  It was good as always and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. Thanks for those who came and catch us next time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4ZDvWohaI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jFYhQEdV7HE/s1600-h/DSC05020_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1053986830004055371?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1053986830004055371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1053986830004055371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1053986830004055371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1053986830004055371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-dinner.html' title='Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Se4ZSRzuqnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0KiIc-Fb23Q/s72-c/DSC05024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2951064939504381804</id><published>2009-04-11T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:51:15.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SeC60lhUfxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k4n-NgfA640/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323460172139757330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SeC60lhUfxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k4n-NgfA640/s400/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my Foxy man turns 34! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right 34. I've been hanging around this guy for over twenty years, and I'm not sick of him yet.  I love this guy! and I'll spare my blogging friends the mushy stuff. Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;! (intentionally spelled like poohs treat) I love you much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2951064939504381804?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2951064939504381804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2951064939504381804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2951064939504381804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2951064939504381804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-hunny.html' title='Happy Birthday Hunny!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SeC60lhUfxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/k4n-NgfA640/s72-c/IMG_0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-125620609584394787</id><published>2009-04-10T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:13:02.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I was talking about</title><content type='html'>Last night at book club us moms were sharing silly things that our kids do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; why its so hard to keep a clean house.  I told them about Paige, and how shes this crazy tornado and you cant keep up with her.  So I decided to post this picture in reference to our talk even though the picture is a couple of months old.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-zetdLRqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lrdA98GBAKE/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323170624754632354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-zetdLRqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lrdA98GBAKE/s400/DSC04642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Paige and Drew helping me with the laundry.  This is not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.  This only shows laundry, it does not show her climbing in the dishwasher, emptying cupboards, dumping out cat food, or any of the other things we discussed.  This is my Paige, sometimes Drew is involved (hes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; content just to make a mess with his toys) but not Paige.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lady's&lt;/span&gt; we are not alone in our never ending mess.  People keep saying one day we'll miss the mess and I'm sure they are right but today I'd really love to not have cereal all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-125620609584394787?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/125620609584394787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=125620609584394787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/125620609584394787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/125620609584394787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-i-was-talking-about.html' title='This is what I was talking about'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-zetdLRqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lrdA98GBAKE/s72-c/DSC04642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7778123792268398382</id><published>2009-04-10T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:58:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you make up dances in 4th grade?</title><content type='html'>I did, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flashdances&lt;/span&gt;, What a feeling, with my friend Shandy Chambers (that I have not seen since 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Grade)  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-x_bGlSfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/5ZBO0nSbvx4/s1600-h/DSC04977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323168987740457458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-x_bGlSfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/5ZBO0nSbvx4/s400/DSC04977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madisen&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan had a sleep over and spent the night making up dances to Taylor Swift songs and If I remember right Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;.  They set up chairs and had a performance, which I admit was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-xxZh8jSI/AAAAAAAAA14/qZSxMt3viUE/s1600-h/DSC04988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323168746800188706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-xxZh8jSI/AAAAAAAAA14/qZSxMt3viUE/s400/DSC04988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Morgan in her finest and I agree with what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madisen&lt;/span&gt; has to be thinking "Morgan is nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7778123792268398382?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7778123792268398382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7778123792268398382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7778123792268398382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7778123792268398382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-make-up-dances-in-4th-grade.html' title='Did you make up dances in 4th grade?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-x_bGlSfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/5ZBO0nSbvx4/s72-c/DSC04977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8637721416877604080</id><published>2009-04-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:49:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a little late but I had to share.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; came home from school and really wanted to play a trick on Morgan.  She wanted to saran wrap the toilet but I thought that was gross so we decided to wrap an elastic around the sprayer on the sink (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; much rather clean up water than, well, you know). So we did it and when Morgan got home I asked her if she would rinse out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; cup and refill it. She did and it was funny! The picture is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt; because I was laughing so hard but you get the idea.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-vWZAMBDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EzKH3BH4RNI/s1600-h/DSC04974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166083778872370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-vWZAMBDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EzKH3BH4RNI/s400/DSC04974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-vNu1EykI/AAAAAAAAA1o/yIbp4hmgjDY/s1600-h/DSC04975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323165935019018818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-vNu1EykI/AAAAAAAAA1o/yIbp4hmgjDY/s400/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the after shot. She was soaked, the kitchen was soaked, but it was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8637721416877604080?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8637721416877604080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8637721416877604080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8637721416877604080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8637721416877604080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd-vWZAMBDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/EzKH3BH4RNI/s72-c/DSC04974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5062638868614184804</id><published>2009-04-09T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:06:59.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Girls Trip on Earth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6Kz1UMnbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/79koFm-EQTs/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322844432688258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6Kz1UMnbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/79koFm-EQTs/s400/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who went to Disneyland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6KgA9eiQI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pJ7DEydHzQI/s1600-h/DSC04894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322844092216805634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6KgA9eiQI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pJ7DEydHzQI/s400/DSC04894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who went on the Tower of Terror 3 times, and totally thought it was worth it to wait in line 75 min to end our trip with going on the coolest ride ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6KJzGZWwI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Wwuweli2UCA/s1600-h/DSC04897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322843710538996482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6KJzGZWwI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Wwuweli2UCA/s400/DSC04897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who got a fast pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6J4Q7RbaI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7s7tKvcjNhA/s1600-h/DSC04869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322843409307757986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6J4Q7RbaI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7s7tKvcjNhA/s400/DSC04869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who danced with Chip, or Dale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6JmKaE7fI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dwW0HHJ3liU/s1600-h/DSC04934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322843098320268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6JmKaE7fI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dwW0HHJ3liU/s400/DSC04934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who has to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; to get her Dr. Pepper fix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6Jcdx_VMI/AAAAAAAAA04/3P9HxAGKWDo/s1600-h/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322842931722147010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6Jcdx_VMI/AAAAAAAAA04/3P9HxAGKWDo/s400/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who was stuck in Its a small world for hrs (not Really, but a long time) when the ride broke down, and who got the entire boat to sing and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woos!!!&lt;/span&gt; really loud, and was glad that we were at least, stuck in the Indian section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6JFDrbXvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pKDeMrUXa-E/s1600-h/DSC04850_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322842529578311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6JFDrbXvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/pKDeMrUXa-E/s400/DSC04850_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who wore matching shirts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt; ears for 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6IvnFPkSI/AAAAAAAAA0o/oDsK1YHSjDk/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322842161124708642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6IvnFPkSI/AAAAAAAAA0o/oDsK1YHSjDk/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE DID!!!! Disneyland was such a blast! Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lady's&lt;/span&gt; for such a fun time! Everything but the blister was perfect, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine a better time. I love U guys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HOSOCK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5062638868614184804?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5062638868614184804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5062638868614184804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5062638868614184804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5062638868614184804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiest-girls-trip-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Girls Trip on Earth!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sd6Kz1UMnbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/79koFm-EQTs/s72-c/DSC04852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3711495004181635909</id><published>2009-03-20T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:46:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a Bosh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love magazines, especially home decorating or crafting ones. I buy them all the time and only have a subscription to 1.  I need to subscribe to more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so excited for warm weather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to use up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; stuff, I have so many supplies I need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crackin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pets are expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock Band is fun, whom ever invented it is a genius.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like owls, I've seen a few random owl things lately and I'm loving them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm excited for The Happiest Girls Trip on Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Face Book is stealing all my blogging friends and it makes me sad:(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to decorate my house and make it a home and not just a place we live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to win the lottery so I can decorate my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 of my favorite people are going to be living way to far away. Nothing will change but it seems a bit strange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book club is one of my favorite things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mania and/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrap nights&lt;/span&gt; are one of  my favorite things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Harry Potter, I can read the books and watch the movies over and over and I am so excited for the next movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I would of done more with my art when I was younger and had more professional instruction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to take the oil painting class at Roberts craft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to paint Drew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paiges&lt;/span&gt; room in Cars fashion, I know its a huge job so I need to prepare wisely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my friends/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;/sister-in-laws/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;-in-laws and feel blessed that they are a part of my life. I am surrounded by great people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sid the Science Kid is an awesome show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potty training is lame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 1 acre of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un-landscaped&lt;/span&gt; land and with the snow melted off it, it is looking like a huge project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are growing up way to fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toddlers make the little things you do seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt;, "Did you potty on the toilet mom?" "Yes I did" "Good job Mom, give me a high five"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a pedicure, anyone want to come?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not had my hair done for........ I cant even remember when, and it looks horrible!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to clean my couch and don't know how.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish Paige would hold still so I could paint her nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in a slump, I need to start organizing/cleaning again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish there were more restaurants in the Spanish Fork/Salem area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegas has gotten pretty gross in the last five or so years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry for 6 stinks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually an excited to start going camping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to stop making so many lists and just do stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3711495004181635909?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3711495004181635909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3711495004181635909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3711495004181635909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3711495004181635909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3993860634509521033</id><published>2009-03-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:44:24.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKrFHF5kmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Hdeur_3KcTk/s1600-h/DSC04791_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998614542094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKrFHF5kmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Hdeur_3KcTk/s400/DSC04791_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute baby is now 2 years old.  We had a party for her on Sunday and I do not think she realized everyone was there for her until we set her down to unwrap her gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKq2cHBJmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/m80_AfF7UKc/s1600-h/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998362485892706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKq2cHBJmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/m80_AfF7UKc/s400/DSC04782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this picture with all the other kids around Paige, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oooooh&lt;/span&gt;! Fire! She attempted to blow out her candle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; did it on her own. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; she knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKqp354PWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/dupygRiTjCE/s1600-h/DSC04770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998146608676194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKqp354PWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/dupygRiTjCE/s400/DSC04770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to everyone that came to celebrate our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; special day with us.  She has loved all her toys, and I have loved all her clothes (so has she actually, shes a clothes girl). We enjoyed spending time with all you and appreciate your friendships.  Happy Birthday sweet Paige, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3993860634509521033?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3993860634509521033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3993860634509521033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3993860634509521033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3993860634509521033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/paige-turns-2.html' title='Paige turns 2!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKrFHF5kmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Hdeur_3KcTk/s72-c/DSC04791_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6859903660722734443</id><published>2009-03-19T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:18:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vegas Vacation</title><content type='html'>We took the kids on a little vacation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, we thought about San Diego but decided against driving toddlers that far and in Vegas we could also visit my Dad.  So we found some of the very few family attractions that Vegas has to offer and ended up having a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKa_NLHxGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BM072mCbP-I/s1600-h/DSC04661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314980920909349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKa_NLHxGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BM072mCbP-I/s400/DSC04661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Paige at the Circus Circus theme park.  I took a picture of Drew with this scary clown the last time we were there and had to get one of Paige too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaxkxOaiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-DEthbIb4NU/s1600-h/DSC04659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314980686725016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaxkxOaiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-DEthbIb4NU/s400/DSC04659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew likes rides, he laughed and giggled on ride he went on.  I don't think at 3 I was as brave as he is.  He went on most things alone because he is the only one his size and had no problems.  I loved watching him have a blast, I  just wish I had a better camera to catch his expressions better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKakHbMaSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6JiQY3Q1MoY/s1600-h/DSC04651_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314980455509682466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKakHbMaSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6JiQY3Q1MoY/s400/DSC04651_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the only kind of ride Paige was big enough to go on.  She loved it though and we spent plenty of quarters on them. Maybe next time she'll be big enough to ride the big rides with Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaRJvEM6I/AAAAAAAAAzo/cHraeua5cHA/s1600-h/DSC04677_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314980129712386978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaRJvEM6I/AAAAAAAAAzo/cHraeua5cHA/s400/DSC04677_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the shark reef at Mandalay Bay.  It was very cool, at the beginning of the exhibit you got a listening device and each tank had a number on it, so you'd type in the number and get all the info about what was in each tank, like a personal tour guide.  Drew was really funny, I'd type in his numbers and he'd patiently listen then after say "Hey, Mom, Look its a ______" and tell me all about the fish or lizard or whatever. He's such a smart boy! The info he remembered was funny, it was fun to hear his perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaCiwib_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/_iCqC0chhfE/s1600-h/DSC04679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314979878731411442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKaCiwib_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/_iCqC0chhfE/s400/DSC04679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a jelly fish, I thought they were so cool so I decided to let you see it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKZ1GWi8UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3MmzuMOe3Fk/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314979647767900482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKZ1GWi8UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3MmzuMOe3Fk/s400/DSC04670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew with his listening Device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKZjq3lpcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LQ7GHIXoc-w/s1600-h/DSC04676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314979348332520898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKZjq3lpcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LQ7GHIXoc-w/s400/DSC04676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was this big tank of Sting rays and a few other kinds of fish that you could pet, Drew and Paige were scared but the rest of us thought it was really cool. Some of them would actually play with you. There was a sting ray that would go swimming around the tank and when it would go by Morgan it would surface under her hand so she could pet him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; wants to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKYl2Ecg5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/66Uqpccsxcc/s1600-h/DSC04697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314978286187348882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKYl2Ecg5I/AAAAAAAAAzI/66Uqpccsxcc/s400/DSC04697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to this place called Bonnie Springs Ranch.  Its an old ghost town that you ride on this little train to get there. Then they had some shops, a few goofy shows, and a petting zoo.  The shows reminded me of Lagoons western shootouts, we were not able to watch to much because Paige is a turd but I was ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKYaNgeBlI/AAAAAAAAAzA/C34vYA0Qlfw/s1600-h/DSC04693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314978086320473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKYaNgeBlI/AAAAAAAAAzA/C34vYA0Qlfw/s400/DSC04693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved the petting zoo. They had mainly farm animals and a few mountain animals, it was kind of a run down sort of place and I've never been happier to have a stuffed up nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKX_sODfDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Rgv1ekoFLI4/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314977630708268082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKX_sODfDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Rgv1ekoFLI4/s400/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My daughter, a saloon girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKXZjzGe1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/cCqtUr5hdII/s1600-h/DSC04713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314976975612705618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKXZjzGe1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/cCqtUr5hdII/s400/DSC04713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my cute kids.  It was a fun vacation the kids got to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time with their dad and do somethings that they've never done before. Does any of my loyal readers have any Utah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;activity's&lt;/span&gt; for me to take my kids on during spring break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6859903660722734443?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6859903660722734443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6859903660722734443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6859903660722734443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6859903660722734443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-vegas-vacation.html' title='Family Vegas Vacation'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ScKa_NLHxGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/BM072mCbP-I/s72-c/DSC04661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6198105853487135242</id><published>2009-03-04T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:32:27.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy cat lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9TmOg2D6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/u9CjubEcPtY/s1600-h/DSC04585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309554401889095586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9TmOg2D6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/u9CjubEcPtY/s400/DSC04585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; and Drew.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; is the coolest cat ever and I know, I'm blogging about my cat, lame!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; amazes me, its just the way it is.  He  knows when you feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; and he will not leave your side.  I've not been feeling great and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; has been near me for two days. When he first started hanging around more I was checking his food and water, seeing if he wanted to go out, but then I realized he's just watching over me.  He has done this with all of my family at one time or another and I just think he's awesome.  Even though hes a cat, it's great to know someone cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6198105853487135242?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6198105853487135242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6198105853487135242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6198105853487135242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6198105853487135242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-cat-lady.html' title='Crazy cat lady!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9TmOg2D6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/u9CjubEcPtY/s72-c/DSC04585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3225809384437701260</id><published>2009-03-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:19:48.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Millissa, remember these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9SDcYaiPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/bvxRiEDU0SY/s1600-h/DSC03226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309552704804784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9SDcYaiPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/bvxRiEDU0SY/s400/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, I'm hilarious? but, I have a coffee table I want to refinish.  I thought of this day, and now I'm not so sure. But to get to more important things, you still have those tan lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3225809384437701260?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3225809384437701260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3225809384437701260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3225809384437701260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3225809384437701260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-millissa-remember-these.html' title='Hey Millissa, remember these?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/Sa9SDcYaiPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/bvxRiEDU0SY/s72-c/DSC03226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-681875232696281740</id><published>2009-02-26T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:27:57.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT pregnant, but nesting</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; hate cleaning my house.  One reason of course is because its cleaning, another is that I have 2 toddlers that can mess it up faster than I can clean it, another is that my house is very plain (undecorated) so its not cute and fun when its clean its just bare.  Lately though I have been in this get organized, go through things, throw stuff away phase, that is usually what I do when I'm pregnant.  I don't know if it was the bee, a sign of spring, that has made me feel this way but it is so out of character.  I'm not a slob, but if I had an unexpected visitor chances are they'd see a messy house.  I've been doing projects that will help my house in the long run but not doing a great job on the everyday stuff.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; feel I am getting things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good.  So anyways, the point of my post (or at least what I've been wondering), my couch is microfiber and it is so so so filthy, what do I clean it with? Its something I want to tackle soon but am not sure what to use.  Any suggestions?  It is, or was a very nice couch but it looks so junky.  The kids have been very hard on it and I refuse to get another until they have all grown a bit, but I hate it looking the way it does.  Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-681875232696281740?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/681875232696281740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=681875232696281740' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/681875232696281740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/681875232696281740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-pregnant-but-nesting.html' title='NOT pregnant, but nesting'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8229660962086526898</id><published>2009-02-25T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:20:07.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup is good with anything!</title><content type='html'>Paige and Drew love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corn dogs&lt;/span&gt;, its one item that I can actually get them both to eat.  This day Morgan was having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt; with them and put ketchup on her plate. Paige saw Morgans ketchup,  climbed on the table and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to share. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; usually give the little ones sauce because its messy and they do just fine without it, but she wanted it and Morgan was not to excited about sharing so I gave Paige some. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV56nVKABI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WP_UQyO9EPo/s1600-h/DSC04625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306781783823089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV56nVKABI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WP_UQyO9EPo/s400/DSC04625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt; made a nice handle and the stick made a great spoon. Paige had zero bites of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt; (which she usually loves) and ate her ketchup instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV5xl6z_GI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_L3U776n6rM/s1600-h/DSC04624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306781628825336930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV5xl6z_GI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_L3U776n6rM/s400/DSC04624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After pictures and watching her eat ketchup for a bit I decided to dip her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt; in the ketchup to try to get her to eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt;.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;, she just licked it off the corn dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV5mM2byJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4RcxhRjQ9d8/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306781433117526162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV5mM2byJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4RcxhRjQ9d8/s400/DSC04620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ketchup for lunch? I guess it could be worse. Silly Paige, Ketchup is a condiment not a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8229660962086526898?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8229660962086526898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8229660962086526898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8229660962086526898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8229660962086526898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/ketchup-is-good-with-anything.html' title='Ketchup is good with anything!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV56nVKABI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WP_UQyO9EPo/s72-c/DSC04625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2216182002264792517</id><published>2009-02-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:05:39.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaRZjcHrM_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zk599kzGVxM/s1600-h/DSC04636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464726327964658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaRZjcHrM_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zk599kzGVxM/s400/DSC04636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this a sign of spring or is mother nature just messing with me?  Yesterday this bee appeared on my back window and sat there all day long.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Justin's&lt;/span&gt; parents have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/span&gt; crawling around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; front porch the last few days. I know that we are supposed to have 6 more weeks of winter (according to ground hog Phil), but bees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; come out in the winter.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about you but I think the ground hog is a very unreliable source for weather forecasts. 1- its a rodent, 2- its kept in a cage, and anything locked up for to long has the tendency to go crazy, 3-it cant be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in tune&lt;/span&gt; with nature when its not in the wild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surviving&lt;/span&gt; on its own and finding its own food (by the size of him I have no doubt that he eats better than most the population), 4-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt; is probably scared out of his fur, when he finally gets out of his cage there are hundreds of people staring at him expecting him, a ground hog, to predict the weather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to ask of an unstable rodent (personally I'd do anything to be put back in my cage, shadow, no shadow, who gives a crap put me in my cage). I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; that spring is sooner that later, I am tired of cold and sickness, I'm tired of being stuck indoors, I'm tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bundling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unbundling&lt;/span&gt; my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I leave the house, and most important I want to wear flip-flops.  So I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; take the bee as a sign of spring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; and try not think of it as some sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wonder bee&lt;/span&gt; that was scouting out a new location for his summer home.  Hurry spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2216182002264792517?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2216182002264792517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2216182002264792517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2216182002264792517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2216182002264792517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring.html' title='Spring?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaRZjcHrM_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zk599kzGVxM/s72-c/DSC04636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5887080996190772048</id><published>2009-02-23T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:13:13.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>My Morgans achievement days class put on a play this Saturday night.  Morgan is a performer all the way and was totally in her element.  She did an awesome job and of course after did another goofy face for the camera.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMO_kxMjtI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eKd4O8cbnOg/s1600-h/DSC04631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306101271337144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMO_kxMjtI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eKd4O8cbnOg/s400/DSC04631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMO2NcfHCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OZgq-w9QneA/s1600-h/DSC04628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306101110457441314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMO2NcfHCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OZgq-w9QneA/s400/DSC04628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never got a shot of her looking at the audience so this is the best I can post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMOpzjD-cI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GVtGbJCHj0Q/s1600-h/DSC04635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306100897347271106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMOpzjD-cI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GVtGbJCHj0Q/s400/DSC04635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This night was not only for the play but also a recognition night for all the things the girls have done to earn their Gospel in Action or Faith in God reward (not sure what they are calling it these days).  Morgan proudly displayed some stories shes written, art work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trophies&lt;/span&gt; (soccer because she decided softball was boring), and a quilt that shes started.  Morgan is really a great kid and I am so very proud of her. I love you stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5887080996190772048?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5887080996190772048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5887080996190772048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5887080996190772048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5887080996190772048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-drama-queen.html' title='My Drama Queen'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaMO_kxMjtI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eKd4O8cbnOg/s72-c/DSC04631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3754252457531192231</id><published>2009-02-19T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:40:06.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest fears</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a pressure cooking meat and beans class that my friend Yolanda taught as one of our wards mini classes for enrichment.  Holy crap! that stuff is so over my head, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  I could have been listening to Japanese and understood that, as much as I did about pressure cooking. The other people there knew what she was talking about, even gave what I am sure would be helpful hints, if I spoke Japanese.  Some of them have even used a pressure cooker to make a roast for a regular every day dinner. I do think the whole idea of it is great, already cooked meat, open up a bottle throw it in enchiladas, or stew, or whatever, its fast and easy. Price wise its a very good idea as well, canned chicken is very expensive, I do not think I have ever seen canned beef before (never looked for it). It keeps for a long time, so if some thing did happen to the freezer (where I now keep all my meat until needed) I would have another option. So the concepts of storage, price, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; all make sense to me, actually using a pressure cooker totally freaks me out!  I have bottled 1 time in my life and was very nervous about it, and it did turn out to be easier than I thought it would.  Maybe using a pressure cooker will be too. NOT LIKELY!!!  You have to think about altitude, and how much water, and how much heat, and a bunch of other stuff that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; to stupid to understand.  I really want to be able to do this, I think the results (if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blow anything up) would be really beneficial and a good skill to know.  So I will conquer my fears, and pressure cook chicken (as soon as it goes on sale at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maceys&lt;/span&gt;) and with Yolanda holding my hand the entire time, I will have bottled chicken and maybe beef. As a side note I am told bottled deer and elk are actually very good when you add some special pressure cooking voodoo to the mix.  For us that would be great because we never eat what Justin kills (nor does it go to waist because we usually give it to his workers) but for food storage for my family, if it does taste good, that would be great.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I am so worked up about this, maybe its because I know so little about canning foods, fear of the unknown?  Lately I have seen how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; cooking can be, and how much cooking is really a science and I feel like I have so much to learn.  I can store wheat and beans and whatever, but when disaster strikes what do I do with it all?  Step #1- find out where you can buy a pressure cooker, Step#2- buy a pressure cooker, Step #3- read all instructions, Step #4- call Yolanda because I CANT READ JAPANESE! Wish me luck! I'm going to need it! One more question, Does it confirm that I need to get a life when I'm posting about pressure cookers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3754252457531192231?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3754252457531192231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3754252457531192231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3754252457531192231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3754252457531192231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/biggest-fears.html' title='Biggest fears'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-876438252942795431</id><published>2009-02-18T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:28:22.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Drive-in movie?</title><content type='html'>Paige and Drew are always playing with our laundry baskets, sometimes they use them to reach something that they are not supposed to have but usually they just pull a bunch of toys around or sit in them.  This day they were cars, so I made them more comfortable for them and put on a movie so they could watch it from their cars. They both had fun and actually sat in them for almost the entire movie.  I got thinking though and decided that I miss the drive-in movie.  True they were always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; dirty and the sound was horrible, but they were always a good time. I remember going as a little girl and my aunt Susie would pop tons of popcorn and separate it into individual brown bags for us.  We were not given them until after the entrance of course because you were not supposed to bring in your own treats.  Seriously though, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sneak in treats? You have not a purse, or a coat pocket, but a trunk! Anyways, when I became a parent we used to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and even Morgan a time or two before they closed down and turned into houses.  I liked the fact that we could watch a movie as a family and the kids that normally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; sit to well during a movie could wiggle and even talk a bit and it was not a major annoyance for the person in the chair next to you.  It was relaxed and even more relaxing when the kids finally fell asleep.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZxbPzq9qnI/AAAAAAAAAww/WCMS9cB9GsY/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304214788262177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZxbPzq9qnI/AAAAAAAAAww/WCMS9cB9GsY/s400/DSC04587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is Paige and Drew at the Drive-in movie, playing that day was Lilo and Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZxbDNthRRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vjoNHIqAdl4/s1600-h/DSC04586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304214571913921810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZxbDNthRRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vjoNHIqAdl4/s400/DSC04586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are there any more Drive-in movies left? Do they still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;?  If you've seen one let me know I think everyone should go at least once, other wise Grease might be confusing. We cant have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-876438252942795431?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/876438252942795431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=876438252942795431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/876438252942795431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/876438252942795431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-drive-in-movie.html' title='Remember the Drive-in movie?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZxbPzq9qnI/AAAAAAAAAww/WCMS9cB9GsY/s72-c/DSC04587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5421743020751206067</id><published>2009-02-15T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:47:03.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster trucks!</title><content type='html'>What's cooler than a boys night out?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; aunt Lisa saw that Monster trucks was coming to town and thought that Drew, Justin, Brady and J would have fun going and boy she was right.  I made the mistake of telling Drew a few days in advance that he was going and after that it was a constant question of "are we going yet?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I put on my shoes it was "time for Monster Trucks?" But the day finally came and he loved it!  The best part for me was that Justin took some pictures and I decided to post some.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0ynLmSCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/847qPaCAOPo/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187342832846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0ynLmSCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/847qPaCAOPo/s400/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew said it was loud but Justin said that he took out his ear plugs half way through the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0lsnFdII/AAAAAAAAAwY/tui31Wdd268/s1600-h/DSC04601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187120952013954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0lsnFdII/AAAAAAAAAwY/tui31Wdd268/s400/DSC04601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0Y_9fKII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1IKAkN1iTTE/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303186902807947394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0Y_9fKII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1IKAkN1iTTE/s400/DSC04605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0AwgwPgI/AAAAAAAAAwI/G1Qlak-YuwU/s1600-h/DSC04592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303186486344039938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0AwgwPgI/AAAAAAAAAwI/G1Qlak-YuwU/s400/DSC04592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin and Drew, Red Neck Boys Night Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5421743020751206067?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5421743020751206067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5421743020751206067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5421743020751206067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5421743020751206067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/monster-trucks.html' title='Monster trucks!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SZi0ynLmSCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/847qPaCAOPo/s72-c/DSC04607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1898016709046284223</id><published>2009-02-05T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:55:34.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a great idea!</title><content type='html'>This is how I am going to keep my house clean!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYta0KaysmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PG-uYScJHRo/s1600-h/DSC04580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299429238727946850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYta0KaysmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PG-uYScJHRo/s400/DSC04580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, fine, not really, but I wont lie, it did cross my mind.  Actually, I was in my room and heard giggling, Drew and Paige giggling together has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to make me nervous.  Giggling kids can be so sweet, or so scary, or so messy depending on what they are laughing at, but always camera worthy.  To my delight there was not cereal all over the floor and they were not soaked from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; water, they were just having a visit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mojo&lt;/span&gt;.  My sweet kids how could I ever think they were getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1898016709046284223?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1898016709046284223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1898016709046284223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1898016709046284223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1898016709046284223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-got-great-idea.html' title='I&apos;ve got a great idea!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYta0KaysmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PG-uYScJHRo/s72-c/DSC04580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7960767365960170138</id><published>2009-02-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:47:11.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsomes Haircut</title><content type='html'>I know that a little boy getting a haircut is not exactly front page news, but this is the first time in the last 3.5 years that Drew has been getting haircuts that he actually went without a fuss. Drew has hated every single haircut hes ever had, that is why we always go so long between cuts.  He will be a perfectly happy boy in a perfectly good mood and the minute we walk into a salon he is the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;turd&lt;/span&gt; imaginable.  Not this time though, I asked him if he wanted a hair cut so we could make his hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spiky&lt;/span&gt; again (he likes spikes) and he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; haircuts are not scary, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hurt they tickle" So I know he has listened before he just did not care. So I took him not knowing what mood he would be in when we arrived and to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he stayed as happy as can be. He climbed up in the chair all by himself without having to be coaxed or bribed.  He held still and did everything thing the stylist asked and had a nice conversation with her during the cut.  Front page news? I think so, if  you had ever been around during any of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; other cuts you would totally understand how exciting this really is.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYhw10E7r8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/qUcuhI2SNRs/s1600-h/drew+cut+before.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298609031416098754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYhw10E7r8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/qUcuhI2SNRs/s400/drew+cut+before.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYhwrmVzi5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/QRMSw2mFjwo/s1600-h/drew+cut+after.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298608855930080146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYhwrmVzi5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/QRMSw2mFjwo/s400/drew+cut+after.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the handsome after shot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lookin&lt;/span&gt;' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7960767365960170138?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7960767365960170138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7960767365960170138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7960767365960170138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7960767365960170138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/02/handsomes-haircut.html' title='Handsomes Haircut'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYhw10E7r8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/qUcuhI2SNRs/s72-c/drew+cut+before.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7266373577194067655</id><published>2009-01-28T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:07:57.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of nature + 1 basketball hoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDEuGcViHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PHd_Uv2olJo/s1600-h/DSC04575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296449458070194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDEuGcViHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PHd_Uv2olJo/s400/DSC04575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday after my adventures in cleaning I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt; while taking out the garbage. This is what I saw as I was opening my garbage can lid, a beautiful sunset. The contrast of the colors was so vivid. The sky had such bright pinks, blues, and yellows and everywhere else was white with fresh snow (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fresh snow) I thought it was pretty special so I had to take a picture and I decided to share. It could have been a pretty neat picture if it wasn't for that stupid basketball hoop, oh well what can you do. Have you taken time to ponder the world around you today? Me neither I have not had a chance to take out the trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7266373577194067655?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7266373577194067655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7266373577194067655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7266373577194067655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7266373577194067655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/bit-of-nature-1-basketball-hoop.html' title='A bit of nature + 1 basketball hoop'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDEuGcViHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PHd_Uv2olJo/s72-c/DSC04575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8712545276126035676</id><published>2009-01-28T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:45:54.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at their innocent faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDAQhRHlRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8JAWivbIk2o/s1600-h/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296444551828313362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDAQhRHlRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8JAWivbIk2o/s400/DSC04571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; room is a mess is a complete understatement.  After the holidays there is always a deep clean, then finding a place for all their new stuff. I am usually pretty good about it but this year I have been a bit of a slacker.  To be honest I was avoiding it at all costs but it had gotten so bad it seemed like it might be a safety hazard.  Also since there was no where to play in their room all their toys made there way into our family room, another huge mess and yes, also a safety hazard. So yesterday I buckled down and finally cleaned the babies room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDAGm7kGOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3NHSTbj6pKA/s1600-h/DSC04569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296444381549828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDAGm7kGOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3NHSTbj6pKA/s400/DSC04569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing what 2 cute little kids can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYC_8k8LCTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HxVz0QJbH_g/s1600-h/DSC04572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296444209216817458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYC_8k8LCTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HxVz0QJbH_g/s400/DSC04572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was cleaning, not exaggerating, for over 4 hours.  I know I should of gotten to it sooner and been better about keeping it clean in the first place but, I was not, and now I have learned my lesson and will never let it happen again (yea right, I need a maid).  Now I just have to clean up the messes they made in the rest of the house while I was trapped in their room.  So that was my day yesterday, how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8712545276126035676?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8712545276126035676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8712545276126035676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8712545276126035676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8712545276126035676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-at-their-innocent-faces.html' title='look at their innocent faces'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SYDAQhRHlRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8JAWivbIk2o/s72-c/DSC04571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4518604858755859940</id><published>2009-01-27T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:46:15.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9fhzhFAAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QWjIKyVz0Mg/s1600-h/DSC04555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296056721180262402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9fhzhFAAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QWjIKyVz0Mg/s400/DSC04555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Paige, momma feels the same way.  This is a picture from last month but it pretty much describes how I am feeling today.  We have got so much snow.  This past weekend added another 2ft.  I can't wait for flip flop weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4518604858755859940?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4518604858755859940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4518604858755859940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4518604858755859940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4518604858755859940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9fhzhFAAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QWjIKyVz0Mg/s72-c/DSC04555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4671642709519195025</id><published>2009-01-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:22:08.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>I know its been over a month since Christmas but I said that I would post some pictures so better late than never.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9bAY2YiOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kCHOeozKKj0/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296051749039671522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9bAY2YiOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kCHOeozKKj0/s400/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; at the other Johnson family Christmas party Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9av92wzvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pGoFjFsIqwo/s1600-h/DSC04482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296051466915598066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9av92wzvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pGoFjFsIqwo/s400/DSC04482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Brady being silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aj4RCtwI/AAAAAAAAAug/0TqXobzTMrk/s1600-h/DSC04486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296051259256780546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aj4RCtwI/AAAAAAAAAug/0TqXobzTMrk/s400/DSC04486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Brady in a double white wash.  Before you call child services Drew is laughing and asked if dad could do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aXv5y7gI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lSZ94kvE3Ag/s1600-h/DSC04503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296051050853363202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aXv5y7gI/AAAAAAAAAuY/lSZ94kvE3Ag/s400/DSC04503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' their new Christmas pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aJkjTa3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AoAxmtba8UQ/s1600-h/DSC04531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296050807288064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9aJkjTa3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AoAxmtba8UQ/s400/DSC04531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and her favorite present, a stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9Z6Dbiv8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qbL5Zw_4wjE/s1600-h/DSC04517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296050540699107266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9Z6Dbiv8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qbL5Zw_4wjE/s400/DSC04517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew and Dad were buds all Christmas day.  Justin helped open all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drews&lt;/span&gt; toys which is a treat for him because he has spent every other Christmas opening girl toys or baby toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9ZuK2kBqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GGxiyLYcbMw/s1600-h/DSC04533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296050336533055138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9ZuK2kBqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GGxiyLYcbMw/s400/DSC04533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige claiming her Dora Doll house.  After we opened this for some reason the first thing she did was climb on top of it and sit down.  Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9Ziq_LtwI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CNkWaFnsGPg/s1600-h/DSC04542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296050139000715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9Ziq_LtwI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CNkWaFnsGPg/s400/DSC04542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and with it Rock Band.  We all love it and have a blast playing together. Morgan was so excited and did one of her famous poses.  We had an awesome Christmas this year maybe next year I can post sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4671642709519195025?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4671642709519195025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4671642709519195025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4671642709519195025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4671642709519195025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/promised-christmas-photos.html' title='Promised Christmas Photos'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SX9bAY2YiOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kCHOeozKKj0/s72-c/DSC04462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8658544457218260509</id><published>2009-01-21T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:43:47.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged by Amber</title><content type='html'>8 Favorite T.V. shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color Splash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sid the Science Kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghost Hunters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I met your mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took Drew to preschool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned my kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folded Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-folded laundry after Paige decided to help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went grocery shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot that Drew had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Biggest Loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got mad at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan for the mess in the entire upstairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family Vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Race for the Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiest girls trip on Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hopefully losing weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;every night when the kids are in bed and I can finally just sit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boating this summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tucanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ottavios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los Amigos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hermanos&lt;/span&gt; (just the chips and salsa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guac&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Graths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to become a better runner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have a laundry fairy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for my hair to stop being weird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to grow 3 inches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to finish my basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to make fabulous scrapbook pages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;world peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag all my fellow blogging friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8658544457218260509?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8658544457218260509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8658544457218260509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8658544457218260509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8658544457218260509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-tagged-by-amber.html' title='I was tagged by Amber'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6346274941747596789</id><published>2009-01-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:56:49.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to finish list</title><content type='html'>I have to make a quick appology to The Mystic Order of the Royal Polka Dots Secret Society because, I am going to toot my own horn. It does not happen very often so I'm sure I will be forgiven for taking the opportunity right now. Some of my faithful readers will remember a previous post of mine complaining about having no drive. In lots of ways I am still working on achieving drive, but in one way I have excelled and am very excited about it. I had a list of unfinished projects that had sat in 2-3 (depending on the project) different craft rooms (meaning that in the last few years I am living in my 3rd house and the projects have moved from place to place unfinished) waiting to be completed. So I took the advice of Katie when she said "JUST DO IT" (I think I have heard that some where else) and started finishing the sewing projects. It started with Christmas projects when I made 5 quilted table toppers for gifts. Those were not on my list of things to complete they were in addition to what I wanted to get done because they were Christmas they took first priority. After I finished those I decided that I should just pull out my other stuff and get working. Here is where I toot my own horn- I finished a rag quilt that I bought for Paige before she was born, I finished binding a July table topper from last July, I finished peicing an Aug, Sept, and 2 Oct table toppers that are waiting to be taken to be quilted (I dont do that on my own) then I put together another quilt that I had everything cut out and it needed to be sewn together, I finished sewing a queen size quilt that I started making Haylie to match her bedroom in our last house, and had enough left over material to cut, piece and sew another queen size quilt, all three ready to be taken to the quilter as well. The only sewing (I have other craft projects) project that I need to finish now is a jean quilt that I tie. I also know that binding all those projects when I get them back will take some time but I am very excited about what I have done so far. As an added bonus I noticed that I have emptied a few shelves in my craftroom freeing up some space. 'Just doing it' is a great way to get things done, I love being able to cross stuff off my lists.  So please excuse my 'tooting' but I am very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6346274941747596789?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6346274941747596789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6346274941747596789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6346274941747596789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6346274941747596789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-finish-list.html' title='Things to finish list'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3075214386205144089</id><published>2008-12-24T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:04:08.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Christmas party</title><content type='html'>Sunday we had a family Christmas Party with my family, both my brothers and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt;, and my mom and sister.  We are starting a new tradition and doing fondue Christmas from now on.  This was our spread, Justin and Jay sat next to the cheese and chocolate and ate and ate and ate.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK88AvX7II/AAAAAAAAAsU/zEureZ84-E8/s1600-h/DSC04367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283493052035886210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK88AvX7II/AAAAAAAAAsU/zEureZ84-E8/s400/DSC04367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we decided to have a photo shoot.  This is me, Katie, Lisa, and Leslie. My camera was taking crappy pictures so I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK8s5XhjDI/AAAAAAAAAsM/krPjUolsUJs/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283492792358767666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK8s5XhjDI/AAAAAAAAAsM/krPjUolsUJs/s400/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Justins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tavises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt;, and Jays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt;.  I am not sure why but they had a hard time keeping them covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK8eGhEkkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vyM1WOPOPzA/s1600-h/DSC04433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283492538190434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK8eGhEkkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vyM1WOPOPzA/s400/DSC04433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually our second picture of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; together.  It is very cute but Paige and Drew were not really in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283492218785185650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK8Lgo7P3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/VNiTHzCKdtY/s400/DSC04438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt; picture, all the kids were happy, excited, smiling, then we noticed Justin in the back ground.  He thinks hes funny but we will have that picture forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK75D0083I/AAAAAAAAAr0/O2OKEYBN5XU/s1600-h/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283491901812831090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK75D0083I/AAAAAAAAAr0/O2OKEYBN5XU/s400/DSC04378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;party's&lt;/span&gt; down, 1 to go.  Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3075214386205144089?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3075214386205144089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3075214386205144089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3075214386205144089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3075214386205144089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-christmas-party.html' title='Family Christmas party'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVK88AvX7II/AAAAAAAAAsU/zEureZ84-E8/s72-c/DSC04367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7086345262983617495</id><published>2008-12-23T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:31:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend/Family Christmas/Jazz Party</title><content type='html'>Every year we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party with our friends I call it a friends/family party because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mosers&lt;/span&gt; are pretty much family to us and some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mosers&lt;/span&gt; actual family go plus other friends come, so anyways we have done this for about 4 or 5 years now. It is always fun we have presents, food, sometimes games, sometimes crafts, but always a good time.  I was a bit of a slacker on the camera but got a few shots so decided to post those.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHS7bcZp0I/AAAAAAAAArs/HgagRO-zVS8/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235756303296322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHS7bcZp0I/AAAAAAAAArs/HgagRO-zVS8/s400/DSC04363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drews&lt;/span&gt; present was Play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;, he was so excited and would not let go of it.  Morgan got an art kit and asked if her and Ethan could play with it.  I said sure, not realizing it was paint and not markers so, sorry Yolanda I would never knowingly let my child open paints in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSq4FsDzI/AAAAAAAAArk/DarQeHODFQs/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235471934885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSq4FsDzI/AAAAAAAAArk/DarQeHODFQs/s400/DSC04361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige did get markers, much to Morgans delight because she knows she gets to use them.  Paige was more interested in the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSd6HyH3I/AAAAAAAAArc/BeIqhiHypSo/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235249142243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSd6HyH3I/AAAAAAAAArc/BeIqhiHypSo/s400/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; got a puzzle, much to my delight because I like puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSRhGM_MI/AAAAAAAAArU/sWsggdZaGtQ/s1600-h/DSC04351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283235036266298562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSRhGM_MI/AAAAAAAAArU/sWsggdZaGtQ/s400/DSC04351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just a not so great shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kula&lt;/span&gt;, Emery, and Drew but I am posting it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSDRKizvI/AAAAAAAAArM/u0QVAQhfZIE/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283234791471369970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHSDRKizvI/AAAAAAAAArM/u0QVAQhfZIE/s400/DSC04352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Morgan and Brent watching the Jazz game.  I think they won, I need to pay more attention.  This party is one of our traditions and I hope we continue it for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7086345262983617495?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7086345262983617495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7086345262983617495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7086345262983617495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7086345262983617495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendfamily-christmasjazz-party.html' title='Friend/Family Christmas/Jazz Party'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHS7bcZp0I/AAAAAAAAArs/HgagRO-zVS8/s72-c/DSC04363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8994160649235771127</id><published>2008-12-23T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:04:44.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drews Christmas preschool program</title><content type='html'>On the day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; very first preschool program he woke up on the wrong side of McQueen (he has a lightening McQueen race car bed). Of all days to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; and not wake up his happy usual self it was the day of his program. He did not want to take a bath but I made him, and after his bath he thought it was stupid that I put him back in pajamas (he was supposed to wear them for his program). I should of not fought it, not worried about the bath, then the entire pajama thing would not of been a thing, but I did, and it may or may not of made a difference to the outcome of the program, that I will never know but next time I will know better just in case.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHF_sIcnaI/AAAAAAAAArE/MP89gbcdpx0/s1600-h/DSC04337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283221535851322786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHF_sIcnaI/AAAAAAAAArE/MP89gbcdpx0/s400/DSC04337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To continue with the sad story I took him to his program knowing he was mad but played his music we had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;practicing&lt;/span&gt; for two weeks thinking by the time we got there he would be over it.  Well, he was no longer mad but he still wanted nothing to do with his program.  He sat next to me in a chair and would not move (normally we could not keep him in a chair, anyone that has been with Drew for more than 2 minutes knows this).  Justin and I tried everything we could think of to convince (by convince I mean bribe) him to go on stage with his class.  Nothing worked, not a 4wheeler ride, not a treat, not his own pop, not a new car, not even 50 bucks (not like he really knows what that means but I tried it anyways). He would just answer by saying "I just want to sit by you" So Drew refused to participate in his program which was sad but some kids just wont do it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK.  That day Drew was one of those kids,&lt;/span&gt; but we did get to watch Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFrEFauoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BTMjvXInGeY/s1600-h/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283221181503814274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFrEFauoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BTMjvXInGeY/s400/DSC04341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige went to the stage, in front of everyone and danced, and hopped, and waved her arms when the kids on stage did.  She wanted to be on stage with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; preschool class.  Drew did not perform but Paige did so it was still worth the snowy trip.  Then when the program was over Santa came as a suprise to see the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFfX752LI/AAAAAAAAAq0/I4EOQ2yz9fw/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283220980674189490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFfX752LI/AAAAAAAAAq0/I4EOQ2yz9fw/s400/DSC04344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I knew it Paige had walked over by herself and climbed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; lap.  Shes not scared, she'll dance in her brothers program and jump on a strangers lap, no problem.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; Paige though, one I have to look out for because shes not afraid of strangers.  Paige got a candy cane after she sat on Santa lap and went back two more times thinking she'd get more and cried when we tried to get her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFTxf-hXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tVeLJ1zST-0/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283220781377946994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHFTxf-hXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tVeLJ1zST-0/s400/DSC04348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew on the other hand did not want to see Santa.  I got him close twice and he chickened out.  After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of coaxing and telling him that Santa had a treat for him but he could not get it unless he sat on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; lap, he finally did.  Normally I would not of cared if he sat on his lap or not but I wanted a picture.  So anyways, our first program did not go as we hoped but what can you do?  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8994160649235771127?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8994160649235771127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8994160649235771127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8994160649235771127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8994160649235771127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/drews-christmas-preschool-program.html' title='Drews Christmas preschool program'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SVHF_sIcnaI/AAAAAAAAArE/MP89gbcdpx0/s72-c/DSC04337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6370888433268983452</id><published>2008-12-23T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:18:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag from Melanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags? Depends on the gift (size, shape, half box, cant find a box that will fit it in to wrap it) but I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; wrapping paper it ruins everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Real tree or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;artificial&lt;/span&gt;? we were real tree people until 3 years ago. We had a couple of very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; years not finding the perfect tree and paying way to much for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; one so we bought a fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prelit&lt;/span&gt; tree and love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When do you put up the tree? It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;varies&lt;/span&gt;, this year it did not happen until the middle of the month but I would like to put it up after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thanksgiving or&lt;/span&gt; at least the first week of Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When do you take it down? That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;varies&lt;/span&gt; as well, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; I am done with the mess and the clutter but sometimes it takes me a few days to get to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you like egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, but I have to dilute it with rum, I mean milk. Drew loves it and calls it Race Frog, I am not sure where that came from but its stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite gift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; as a child? My dad built me a Barbie Dream House, I still have it and its awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Easiest person to buy for? Paige and Drew, kids love everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you have a nativity scene? Yes I have the little people one and part of the Willow tree one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail of course, but I did not get to them this year, I am a slacker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Worst Christmas present ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;? I will not say so I don't hurt feelings, but Lisa knows because she got one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite Christmas movie? Charlie Brown Christmas, and Albert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Finny&lt;/span&gt; Scrooge it was on T.V. today and I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas? It used to be July, but the past couple of years its been after I get done with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgans Birthdays in Nov. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ever recycled a Christmas Present? Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yolandas&lt;/span&gt; almond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;roca&lt;/span&gt;, but we have started a fondue tradition and that rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lights on tree? does anyone not do lights? I think no lights on a tree would be lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can you name all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; reindeer? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song? Santa Clause it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to town by Bruce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Springsteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Travel or stay home? There's no place like home for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Angel or star on top of tree? When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; was a baby we bought her a Winnie the Pooh in a angel outfit tree topper and we still use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Open presents Christmas Eve or morning? We do the 1 present Christmas Eve which is always p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;j's&lt;/span&gt; everything else is Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite Christmas Tradition? I love our parties we do one or two with family and one with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite ornament, theme, or color? My tree has everything, the first year we were married I made some. I was in an ornament exchange with my neighbors when I lived in Spanish Fork and got a bunch. Of course all the ones from my kids that are the junkiest but the best ones I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite Christmas dinner? Lets say breakfast, every Christmas morning we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Justins&lt;/span&gt; parents and his mom makes us a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;crepe&lt;/span&gt; breakfast, it is a tradition and the best Christmas meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas this year? World Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I tag Becca, Lisa, Yolanda, and Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6370888433268983452?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6370888433268983452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6370888433268983452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6370888433268983452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6370888433268983452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag-from-melanie.html' title='Christmas Tag from Melanie'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8120115990249256658</id><published>2008-12-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:39:46.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogers!</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to have to hand in my 'I am a tough mom' membership card. I have been a mother for over 13 years now I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endured&lt;/span&gt; all sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; things that comes with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;territory&lt;/span&gt; of having children. I have been urinated on, pooped on, vomited on, sneezed on, coughed on, bleed on, you name it I have been in the path of it. I thought it would get easier over the years but I am having a rough time. It is all horrible and I know you just deal with it, change your shirt, take a shower, antibacterial wipes, whatever works and I have been dealing with it for years like every other mom in the world. So what has brought me to the edge is that Drew and Paige have been sick for weeks now and finally seem to be on the mend but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have to wipe their noses its all I can do to not gag and heave right in their faces. I seriously have to talk my self through it "just wipe it, throw it away, wash your hands, get it over with" I have done it so many times and its not getting easier for me. I know that I would rather wipe it then have to watch it dripping out of their noses into their mouths or down their face, or the worst is having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paiges&lt;/span&gt; hair all covered in it sticking to her face. I also hate it when they try to deal with it themselves and they wipe it on their sleeves, their bare arms, the couch, my bedding, their blankets, or my shirt (which happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;). So those things alone give me courage to wipe the dreaded snot of my children but still, it makes me sick. I should be better at this after 13 years but I am not so I am handing in my badge. Instead of my button saying "I am a tough mom" it will simply say "mom" or even better "mom that gags when she sees boogers".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8120115990249256658?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8120115990249256658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8120115990249256658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8120115990249256658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8120115990249256658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/boogers.html' title='Boogers!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3993620268091690471</id><published>2008-12-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:52:55.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter Toes Rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SUBVT7Hd4dI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Axg_VRnTm00/s1600-h/glitter+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278312564053107154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SUBVT7Hd4dI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Axg_VRnTm00/s400/glitter+toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glitter Toes rule! Melanie, Leslie, Lisa, and I went to Primrose Retreat in Spanish Fork to have a pedicure and get Glitter Toes. It was a super fun girls outing in honor of us being so awesome and deserving to do something awesome for our selves. I love them they are so fun and so bright! I am a bit worried though because now all regular polish will seem dull. My regular toe polish is usually very flashy so saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; dull just shows how bright Glitter Toes really are.&lt;/div&gt;Mine are Green, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melanie's&lt;/span&gt; are red, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lisa's&lt;/span&gt; are blue, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leslie's&lt;/span&gt; are Silver and they all rule. This is only day two of my Glitter Toes high but they are supposed to last a long time. Thanks for an awesome time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lady's&lt;/span&gt; we need to make this a tradition. I had a blast and I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3993620268091690471?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3993620268091690471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3993620268091690471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3993620268091690471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3993620268091690471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/glitter-toes-rule.html' title='Glitter Toes Rule!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SUBVT7Hd4dI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Axg_VRnTm00/s72-c/glitter+toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5033259541243603033</id><published>2008-12-09T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:33:31.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Morgan did last night</title><content type='html'>Do you want to hear a funny story? Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan decided to shovel the snow off our driveway. Justin was home so I decided to run downstairs and get some wrapping done. After a few minutes I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; come running in and tell Justin that Morgan slipped. Justin being the overly concerned parent that he is tells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; to go outside and tell Morgan to get up. The obvious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt; when you slip, right? I'm overhearing from the basement so I did not catch what is said next but I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; get up and go to the garage. Knowing him like I do he figures that Morgan fell down and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but is wanting some attention, she just wants him to come help her up. He is also thinking hes warm, he does not want to put on his shoes, so he will check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; from the garage and if shes not bleeding or screaming in agony he will tell her (from the garage) that shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and to get up. That way he avoids having to go outside. From the basement I hear him come back inside and he yells for me to come up. I jump up thinking shes hurt, normally Justin would just deal with it unless something was wrong. Is it her arm, her leg, her skull, broken bones, stitches? I come out of the basement and Justin says that he has to show me something. By his tone I know that its not serious, but it is worth seeing. I ask him if I should grab my camera and he say "its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; some thing to post." Anyway we go outside and I cant see Morgan anywhere, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is standing at the end of the Driveway (we have a very long driveway and on one side is a pretty steep hill). We walk up the where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; is standing and this is what I see....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6kCifNm8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/R9f8T3B4YgI/s1600-h/DSC04267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277836176849214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6kCifNm8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/R9f8T3B4YgI/s400/DSC04267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan somehow (I am positive goofing off was involved) Slipped of the Drive way and slid down the hillside and could not climb back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6j2i1KZAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/b1tuhcuFwpU/s1600-h/DSC04272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835970782848002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6j2i1KZAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/b1tuhcuFwpU/s400/DSC04272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So of course I decided to document the moment and even in her distress she did not hesitate to pose and make a face for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6joirQJNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iirqb06BdAI/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835730223113426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6joirQJNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iirqb06BdAI/s400/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin has to climb part way down the hill, grab her arm and pull her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jaxfLgJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yR0l6mnCzrY/s1600-h/DSC04279_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835493680840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jaxfLgJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yR0l6mnCzrY/s400/DSC04279_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was not hurt in anyway so a post-rescue photo was taken. Justin is a hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jPCdRMTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/f7JI9BIOAP8/s1600-h/DSC04283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835292077797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jPCdRMTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/f7JI9BIOAP8/s400/DSC04283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then shes comes into the house and Justin notices that her hair is full of stickers. I had already gone back to wrapping and heard Justin call me back up stairs. What now? was my first thought. I go up stairs and see him trying to pull these stickers out of her hair. He needed my professional mom opinion, Is there an easier way to get these out? Butter? Should she wash her hair? I decided that the best thing to do was just get them out so they would not get more tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jEaG5g1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/OLH0EFQd3Mw/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835109447861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6jEaG5g1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/OLH0EFQd3Mw/s400/DSC04282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few painful minutes this is what we pulled out. A hand full of stickers with equal amounts of hair. Call me a bad mom but I though the whole ordeal was hilarious and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5033259541243603033?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5033259541243603033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5033259541243603033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5033259541243603033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5033259541243603033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-morgan-did-last-night.html' title='What Morgan did last night'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/ST6kCifNm8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/R9f8T3B4YgI/s72-c/DSC04267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6156713434047041991</id><published>2008-12-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:50:32.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Month!</title><content type='html'>November is always a crazy month for us, fun but so busy. I did post some in Nov but not very much family stuff so I decided to do a quick review and at the request of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; "more pictures less words"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg5J0g_jMI/AAAAAAAAAps/INtgzmraX_U/s1600-h/DSC04084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029804343168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg5J0g_jMI/AAAAAAAAAps/INtgzmraX_U/s400/DSC04084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, BED SET FOR SALE I need to put it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KSL&lt;/span&gt; but have not done it yet. It is a rustic pine queen size head board, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foot board&lt;/span&gt;/bench, 2 bedside tables, 6 drawer dresser, and mirror (not pictured) It is in great shape but basically does not fit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylies&lt;/span&gt; room with her slanted ceilings. If anyone is in the market give me a call. For those of you that know I'm crazy are there ghosts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylies&lt;/span&gt; room or is it just dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4_rl_ytI/AAAAAAAAApk/KHjUSEgV8MY/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029630149544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4_rl_ytI/AAAAAAAAApk/KHjUSEgV8MY/s400/DSC04083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first snow in Nov. I thought it was the beginning of a long wet winter but we haven't had any snow since. Paige and Drew had a blast except Paige kept taking off her gloves and her hands got real cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4tGYfcOI/AAAAAAAAApc/l3ExIeN6JoM/s1600-h/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276029310923141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4tGYfcOI/AAAAAAAAApc/l3ExIeN6JoM/s400/DSC04090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dramatic Fanatic was the theme for Morgans Birthday party. She did a Mystery Mansion who-done-it party where all the girls played a part and figured out a mystery. They had a blast, very fun idea if anyone needs party ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4ZyIqYdI/AAAAAAAAApU/gf1osuMmVW8/s1600-h/DSC04184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028979070525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4ZyIqYdI/AAAAAAAAApU/gf1osuMmVW8/s400/DSC04184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why did the turkeys cross the road? no clue, but they did right in front of me just down the road from my house. So far I have seen turkeys, deer, elk, chipmunks, squirrels, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bunnys&lt;/span&gt;, birds, cats, dogs, a fox, and heard coyotes up by my house. I live in the forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4N-C2v3I/AAAAAAAAApM/bADSOUuiqaw/s1600-h/DSC04185_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028776108965746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg4N-C2v3I/AAAAAAAAApM/bADSOUuiqaw/s400/DSC04185_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan had a county fair project where all the kids picked a county and did a display about it. We picked Morgan county (of course) which turned out to be the most boring county in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg350k3ZBI/AAAAAAAAApE/rBJPNgog5gc/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028429969875986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg350k3ZBI/AAAAAAAAApE/rBJPNgog5gc/s400/DSC04188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige is still silly and yes she still has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;binki&lt;/span&gt;. I need to soak all the tips in vinegar or something so she wont want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg3QxLq5hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LA7uvvFGok8/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276027724684256786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg3QxLq5hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LA7uvvFGok8/s400/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; invited a handful of friends to Color Me Mine for her birthday party. I love that place and want to go back soon. Pictured left to right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mcall&lt;/span&gt;, Hailey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;, Haley, Kayla, and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg26vef3_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/APvIdplY31g/s1600-h/DSC04239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276027346269233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg26vef3_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/APvIdplY31g/s400/DSC04239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I am just to tired. Drew is always go go go but on this particular day he just couldn't keep his eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2tbfqgaI/AAAAAAAAAos/i2iupubyBKs/s1600-h/DSC04243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276027117567115682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2tbfqgaI/AAAAAAAAAos/i2iupubyBKs/s400/DSC04243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the Twilight midnight showing. I had a blast and actually loved the movie even with all its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;corniness&lt;/span&gt;. I have not laughed so hard in a long time which was bad because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Millissa&lt;/span&gt; (the shortest girl in the picture) and I were the only ones in the theater that thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2bJxsKhI/AAAAAAAAAok/2V6LYgRR4DA/s1600-h/DSC04247_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026803573238290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2bJxsKhI/AAAAAAAAAok/2V6LYgRR4DA/s400/DSC04247_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me with Sandra. She was the one that invited me to go in the first place and got our tickets. So thank you Sandra (she also did our shirts) I appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2IFzNgeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/X69g8j4Zxeg/s1600-h/DSC04251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026476088361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg2IFzNgeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/X69g8j4Zxeg/s400/DSC04251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa and I Thanksgiving morning went shopping at 6a.m. We were skunked at Kmart but first in line and successful at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shopko&lt;/span&gt;! It was fun, we almost did black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; but decided not to (thank goodness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family ate Thanksgiving dinner at my sister-in-law Jonis house but I was a loser and forgot to take pictures. It was excellent which is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, every meal at Jonis is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg1z-7UmeI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ecLDkb3Vgvw/s1600-h/DSC04257_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276026130645948898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg1z-7UmeI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ecLDkb3Vgvw/s400/DSC04257_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday after Thanksgiving we had a taco night with my dad and Esther, J's family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tavises&lt;/span&gt; family, and my Family. This is Drew, Brady, and Mia playing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Drews&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Paiges&lt;/span&gt; closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg1lVF6wdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-C2u0P6rskA/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276025878897934802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg1lVF6wdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-C2u0P6rskA/s400/DSC04260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same night this is Paige, Mia, and Parker. They are the cutest kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for November or at least what I took pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6156713434047041991?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6156713434047041991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6156713434047041991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6156713434047041991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6156713434047041991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-month.html' title='Busy Month!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/STg5J0g_jMI/AAAAAAAAAps/INtgzmraX_U/s72-c/DSC04084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4029541742001925336</id><published>2008-11-24T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:32:43.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drive" Wanted</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I am a lazy person or a flake for that matter, but lately I feel like I have no "drive."&lt;br /&gt;I am a fairly on the ball person, my house could be cleaner but I have 4 kids which means that there is always a mess some where. What I am talking about is the desire to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt;/do stuff. I made a list and have 17 unfinished craft projects, some of them are very close to being done but they just sit, a couple hrs and I could have 16 projects to finish. I have things to organize, things to put away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is coming and I am usually done shopping now and I have not started. I have been a slacker on my house, laundry, exercise, and I was just wondering where I could get some "drive." I think about doing stuff but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. I need a swift kick in the pants or some of that 5hr energy stuff. Take some in the morning and maybe I can get something done. I know the grass always looks greener on the other side but I see women in the morning walking or running, in the freezing cold, up hill and as much as I am impressed by them I want to hit them with my car. Then I go to the grocery store at 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; after I drop Drew off at preschool and there are women dressed all nice with their hair done and makeup on. I think "WOW, what time did you get up?" Right now its 5:30pm and I have yet to shower. I want to be one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lady's&lt;/span&gt; with "drive" so if any of you on the ball women have any hints out there I would love it. Tell me where do I find "drive"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4029541742001925336?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4029541742001925336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4029541742001925336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4029541742001925336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4029541742001925336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/drive-wanted.html' title='&quot;Drive&quot; Wanted'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5745386314188677621</id><published>2008-11-16T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:25:49.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Melanie to post 7 random things about me. Since everyone knows what a freak I am about Halloween I will just leave that one out. Also, I am a list writer but that is also well known so that will also be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a weird weakness for office supplies and plastic storage containers. I love folders, notebooks, paper clips, sticky notes,and especially pens and markers. I loved colored ink, I see a pack of Sharpies or pens and it takes a whole lot of will power to not buy some when ever I see them. Staples is heaven. As for plastic containers, who doesn't love a neatly stacked pile of plastic storage containers? I do not feel like I am a real organized person, but buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSC&lt;/span&gt; give me the illusion of being that way. I love dividing stuff into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSC&lt;/span&gt; it gives me a feeling of accomplishment. Plus they have starting making them in a lot of fun colors which makes them that much more appealing to me. I do love all organizational containers but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSC&lt;/span&gt; are my favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing beats the high I get when I do something creative and like the finished project. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter if its crafts, sewing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;, quilting, decorating, drawing, painting, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, or any thing else. I love getting an idea, figuring out how to make/do/build whatever it is at the time, finishing it and seeing what I just did. On the other hand it is a huge let down for me when I go through my creation process and do not love my results. Usually I can figure out a way to change it and make whatever I am doing better so most of the time things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling I get when I make something I love is hard to beat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dance and sing around the house all day. I am a horrible dancer and an even worse singer but I love it and my babies love it. I make up stupid songs to sing to them, or we sing songs from their shows, or we have actual music on and sing and dance around. Drew and Paige both join in and they think its great. We have some favorites and Drew makes sure we never miss when they are on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know this may come as a shock to some of you but I have no style! I have not liked the way I look for so long and as a result have not really cared about what I wear or what I do with my hair and makeup. I am a perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt; for the T.V. show "What not to Wear." I have also realized that if I do ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; a body I want to dress I am not sure where to even start. Becca says that everything I need is at Buckle so I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; start there. Honestly though, what do 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; women wear? I see teenage styles and Granny styles what is the happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate ceiling fans! Not necessarily the looks of them, but who wants wind inside the house? I thought it was a contact thing and I was just annoyed because they dried out my eyes. Now that I have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lasik&lt;/span&gt; I realized that my hate toward them goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; deeper than dry eyes. The noise they make (especially if its a cheap one) drives me crazy! I cant help but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; on it and it just seems to get louder and louder. Then the wind, seriously, I stay inside so my hair wont blow in my eyes. I know that they are sometimes handy especially when its hot and they to help circulate air and all that, but I really cant stand them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one is a little personal but has really been on my mind lately. I am terrified to try to run again. Last year when I started training for the 1/2 marathon I got stress fractures in both my legs. At first I just figured it was the usual pains people get when they are doing something new. After a while I noticed that it was getting worse and some times so painful that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; physically make myself run another step. I went to a doctor and was given exercises and stretches to do to prevent it from happening again but was told I could not run for a while. "Let pain be my guide" was what he said. So now its been a while and I am itching to start again. As much as I complained about running I loved it, and even though I started at the very bottom and my improvement was not much compared to most I was proud of what I was doing and was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when I had to stop. It was a huge let down for me on so many levels and I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ghost stories! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a strong opinion on if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; or not. I have been told stories by some people who I have never known to lie but have never encountered any thing myself. I guess anythings possible but I love watching shows like Haunted History, Americas Most Haunted, Haunted Travels, my favorite show I cant remember the name of but the guys call themselves TAPS. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I am so intrigued, I cant help it. They are a mystery and I never know what to think when the shows end. Are these people nuts? are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of pranksters? are there ghosts? is that an orb or just dust on that photograph? I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked Justin for some ideas and he could not think of much so maybe I am not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. He said to put something about how I am always reading, or how for some reason when I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; move furniture around, or how I secretly want to hunt all the time (yea right, he wishes) but I went with my other ideas they seemed more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag Lisa, Becca, Jared, Sandra, and Yolanda (another atempt to get her blogging again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5745386314188677621?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5745386314188677621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5745386314188677621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5745386314188677621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5745386314188677621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-random-things.html' title='7 Random Things'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2442112282760815762</id><published>2008-11-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:35:42.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a TEENAGER!</title><content type='html'>Its crazy how time flies. Thirteen, yes thirteen years ago I had the tiniest, sweetest little baby girl. I did not have a clue on how to raise a baby but I knew I loved her and things would be fine. Thirteen, yes thirteen years later I have the sweetest girl you've ever met. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; has such a kind tender spirit. She loves animals and loves people and wants everyone to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and included whenever shes around. She always finds the left out kid and asks if they want to play. She has been such a big helper and an awesome big sister. Whenever Drew would get in trouble, or told no, which is just at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt;, he would always run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; knowing he would get plenty of loves from her. I am so so so so (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt;) proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;, she is such a fun girl to have around I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; ask for a sweeter kid. Happy Birthday my beautiful teenager, I am so proud of you and I know that you have touched many hearts and that this world is a better place because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; in it! I love you bug lady!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SR72ZK-s9hI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bSg4-wV8vRg/s1600-h/DSC03835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268919526374569490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SR72ZK-s9hI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bSg4-wV8vRg/s400/DSC03835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SR716SU_V6I/AAAAAAAAAns/1L1VX9VRg0M/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268918995771152290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SR716SU_V6I/AAAAAAAAAns/1L1VX9VRg0M/s400/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved these pictures, I think they show how Haylie, Haylie is. Silly ,fun, beautiful, sweet, just an all around awesome girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2442112282760815762?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2442112282760815762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2442112282760815762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2442112282760815762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2442112282760815762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-teenager.html' title='I have a TEENAGER!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SR72ZK-s9hI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bSg4-wV8vRg/s72-c/DSC03835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7802118488954872681</id><published>2008-11-13T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:38:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon!</title><content type='html'>I bet by my title you all thought you were going to see a picture of someones buttocks. Sorry friends. no such luck. I am talking about the actual moon. This morning at 6:17a.m. I noticed that my room was really bright. At first it was the dreaded, did I sleep in? Then I looked at my clock, 6:17 no I did not sleep in. Did my neighbors get the brightest spot light and installed it yesterday? What was the deal? So being the genius I am, I looked out the window. It was most beautiful, full moon I have ever seen. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if the sky was just so clear that it was finally able to shine in all its glory, or if Heavenly Father ran out of 60watt and had to use the 100watt until he could get to the store to buy more bulbs. It was honestly remarkable, it reminded me of a picture in one of those slide shows that they play along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt;, tear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jerking&lt;/span&gt; church music to remind us of our Savior and to show how glorious the universe is. Being part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; I have always been close to mother earth, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;admirer&lt;/span&gt; of nature, if you will, but posting about about such things is a bit different from my usual stuff so sorry about the sensitivity. It may be more of a journal entry than something to post, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, but no matter, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;! We really do live in such a marvelous world! Please Don't Liter!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Apple cores and banana peels are ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7802118488954872681?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7802118488954872681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7802118488954872681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7802118488954872681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7802118488954872681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8940510980100582448</id><published>2008-11-12T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:02:09.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Rule!</title><content type='html'>I took Drew and Paige to get their pictures done when Morgan had her school pictures. For some reason I got a disk of Drew's and Paige's so I am able to post them, but did not get one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylies&lt;/span&gt; and Morgans (note to self....BUY A SCANNER). I don't remember ordering a disk but that really does not mean much these days. Drew looks so handsome, this picture reminds me of every picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen of Justin that age. Always a big cheesy grin, I love it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRt4Xv5AZ_I/AAAAAAAAAnk/evUB58wuSMA/s1600-h/Drew+school+picture+08-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267936538527819762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRt4Xv5AZ_I/AAAAAAAAAnk/evUB58wuSMA/s400/Drew+school+picture+08-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Paige! What a punk! 1:30 is not a good time for Paige to have pictures taken, any other day she would be taking a nap. This is what we got so I kept it, and yes, I hung it on my wall. She is the sweetest girl but is frequently referred to as "Princess Pest of the Earth" so this picture, in a way is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; Paige but it is also a bummer that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get a picture that showed her sweet side.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRt4OAhXJvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SL6Zb-SqSbc/s1600-h/Paige+school+picture08-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267936371193358066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRt4OAhXJvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SL6Zb-SqSbc/s400/Paige+school+picture08-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you cant tell, I am holding her down. All I ask is 5 seconds, sit look at the camera, smile, its not so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8940510980100582448?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8940510980100582448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8940510980100582448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8940510980100582448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8940510980100582448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-rule.html' title='Kids Rule!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRt4Xv5AZ_I/AAAAAAAAAnk/evUB58wuSMA/s72-c/Drew+school+picture+08-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8982734700608750946</id><published>2008-11-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:40:39.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Doris?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got this off of my friend Ambers blog and thought it was funny so I copied. Try it, its fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are a Doris!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="mm.doris_.jpg" src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.doris_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Doris -- "I must help others."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorises are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Share fun times with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Let me know that I am important and special to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Intimate Relationships&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Reassure me that I am interesting to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Reassure me often that you love me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Doris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being able to relate easily to people and to make friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being generous, caring, and warm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Doris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* not being able to say no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* having low self-esteem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* feeling drained from overdoing for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorises as Children Often&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are outwardly compliant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are popular or try to be popular with other children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Dorises), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Dorises)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorises as Parents&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* are often playful with their children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* can become fiercely protective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8982734700608750946?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8982734700608750946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8982734700608750946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8982734700608750946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8982734700608750946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-this-off-of-my-friend-ambers-blog.html' title='I&apos;m a Doris?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2084589105572607498</id><published>2008-11-11T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:41:41.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just things</title><content type='html'>I have been having a few random thoughts lately so my lucky blogging audience gets to see inside the weirdness of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my scrapbook pages would turn out as cute as they look in my head when I start them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I took better photos for my pages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like high ceilings but how in the crap am I supposed to change my light bulbs (I have three out).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does everything made with tomatoes taste so yummy when tomatoes are so nasty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had the drive to start finishing up projects, some of them are close to being done and some I have a long ways to go, but I have so many. That list has nothing crossed off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love a good nights sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to exercise more I am starting to feel old and creaky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are older kids so hard to shop for (Birthday and Christmas Presents)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do they keep changing the shapes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipods&lt;/span&gt; so you cant find an armband or case for them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it so fun for Paige to climb out the cat door and put the cat food in the cats water?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Costco&lt;/span&gt; in southern Utah County?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my house was not so blah and I had some inspiration to start decorating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish some one would buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylies&lt;/span&gt; bedroom set (its my fault I have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; put it up for sale yet, but still).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could find an in-between jacket for my little ones, coats are to hot and I am worried that little zip up knit ones are not warm enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car problems are lame!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have so many ideas but I hardly do or make any of them I wish I would.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why cant anyone but me take a picture with my camera? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sacrament meeting needs a sound booth for kids so I can actually go and stay through and entire meeting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paige has a crazy language all her own, she knows what shes saying but no one else does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make lists because I am losing it, and if Its not written down I forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I got roller blades would I kill myself trying? I know I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roller skate&lt;/span&gt; but are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roller skates&lt;/span&gt; in? and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; I buy my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rollerblades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; skates?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know potty trained toddlers are good but at the same time its so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that there were more warm drinks that I could have and still keep the word of wisdom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love slipper socks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bathroom is FREEZING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now, if you have the answers to some of my questions I would love some input!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2084589105572607498?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2084589105572607498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2084589105572607498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2084589105572607498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2084589105572607498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-things.html' title='Just things'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2505224810633189032</id><published>2008-11-05T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:33:32.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Morgan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRJ0JORMauI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iuWQIRg7q4U/s1600-h/P1000291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398616147389154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRJ0JORMauI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iuWQIRg7q4U/s400/P1000291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ten years ago I was the most miserable pregnant lady ever. Ok, probally not ever but I am never a happy pregnant person. My nice Doctor induced me on the morning of November 6th and I had a 9lbs 3oz, 18 inches long baby girl at 7:42 in the evening. Thats right 9lbs 3oz, HUGE! and a total suprise because Haylie was only 5lbs 9oz. I thought that I would have another small baby so when this toddler came out I was a little shocked. She was beautiful with dark hair and had the chubbiest cheeks. Of course you fall in love instantly and cant imagine your life without her in it. Morgan is such an awesome girl. She has so much personality and is perfectly at ease being the center of attention (like her dad). Morgan is very creative and very smart which is great but can also be very bad, and messy. She is always coming up with crazy ideas, usually pulling Drew into it, and luckily for Morgan he is more that eager to play along. We love Morgan so much she is one of a kind and I am glad we got her. Nothing is beyond her grasp, I know that whatever Morgan wants to do she will and will be great at it. I love you little Morgan and I am so very proud of you. Follow your dreams, believe in yourself and the world will be yours. Happy 10th Birthday! I hope you have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2505224810633189032?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2505224810633189032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2505224810633189032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2505224810633189032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2505224810633189032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-morgan.html' title='Happy Birthday Morgan!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SRJ0JORMauI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iuWQIRg7q4U/s72-c/P1000291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5184008965321455540</id><published>2008-11-04T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:37:13.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day for Drew</title><content type='html'>Today was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; for my sweet little boy. I will start the sadness by telling you how much Drew loves preschool. He is always asking if its Tuesday or Thursday because he knows those are the days he goes to school. Monday and Wednesday nights are easy to get him to bed because all we have to do is tell him that he has school the next day. He loves the kids at school, when we pulled up the first day and saw all the kids he said "look mom, its all my friends!" He feels so big in his backpack and loves that he gets to go to school like his sisters do. Everyday after school we go through his backpack and admire his artwork or whatever happens to be in his bag and he is so proud. Anyways, this morning he woke up excited, as usual for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt; that he gets to go to preschool. I took him to school and it was going to be a great day because it was brown show-and-tell day and Drew got to take his bear with him. When I got there to pick him up after school I went to the door and noticed that he was crying, which is very strange because he is in the best place ever, School. His teacher brought him over and said that he and another boy got into a fight. Over what? I am not sure, Drew was crying and needed loves so I just got the basics, but apparently this boy punched Drew and gave him a bloody nose. Drew was heart broken . I think his feelings were hurt as much as his face. Drew is so sweet and does not have a violent bone in his body and the fact that one of his "friends" could actually punch him in the nose, I think was just to much for him. I know kids are kids and maybe Drew was being a pest but come on, no one hits my Drew, hes just to nice. In the car he was telling me that Davey was bad, that he hated him , and the worst insult "Davey is not my friend!" As much as my protective motherly instincts wanted to go back and give this Davey, and his mom, a bloody nose I tried to calm Drew down and tell him that maybe this boy was having a bad day and that he would be nice on Thursday. The teacher said that the boy did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; so I guess forgiveness is a good lesson. We went to Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Henderson's&lt;/span&gt; and they helped Drew feel better, I think that he just needed lots of loves to mend his little heart. He seemed to feel better tonight, I on the other hand have seriously been sick to my stomach all day. Obviously there is nothing I could of done to prevent it but no one wants to see their child get hurt or have his feelings hurt. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan got home from school I told them (not around Drew because I did not want to remind him) and they were really upset about it. Both of them went right to him and gave him a hug, I thought it was sweet that they were also in instant protective mode for their little brother. I know these things happen but I did not want him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; something like this, ever, but also so small when he has such a innocent outlook on life. He is so friendly and loves everyone, its just a sad sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5184008965321455540?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5184008965321455540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5184008965321455540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5184008965321455540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5184008965321455540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-day-for-drew.html' title='A sad day for Drew'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8037850083819725255</id><published>2008-11-02T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:05:07.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>Halloween is such a busy time there is always so much going on, it seems like the festivities last for days (which for me is just fine). So our craziness started Thursday when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drew's&lt;/span&gt; preschool had their Costume Parade.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5duz9DmJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Y-IYGrWazG0/s1600-h/DSC04006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264248073244350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5duz9DmJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Y-IYGrWazG0/s400/DSC04006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Drew with Emery. Drew insisted on holding her hand, I thought it was very cute. These two usually get along great. I have only witnessed a couple of time when they fight but normally they are pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5djo90LqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UqyQs2syJSA/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247881316183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5djo90LqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UqyQs2syJSA/s400/DSC04011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Drew and Emery with their class. I wonder if any of the 18 parents with cameras got all the kids looking forward at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5dW8N2bgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/XHF_SNcX-rE/s1600-h/DSC04042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247663145414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5dW8N2bgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/XHF_SNcX-rE/s400/DSC04042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that night we carved our pumpkins. Drew wanted a happy pumpkin and this is what we ended up with. He actually pulled a bunch of the guts out himself but he thought it was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5dHEDDbFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hQpfrrVOvG8/s1600-h/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247390369705042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5dHEDDbFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hQpfrrVOvG8/s400/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan thought the guts were gross as well, but it did not stop her from squishing them in her fingers for a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt; pose'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5c7Gxb-QI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VKlXaG-y7MM/s1600-h/DSC04021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247184942692610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5c7Gxb-QI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VKlXaG-y7MM/s400/DSC04021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; did what I did and wore gloves. The guts make my hands sting and itch, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to stay clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cwDFwEHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jE-MTQ1etek/s1600-h/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246994975592562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cwDFwEHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jE-MTQ1etek/s400/DSC04030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I posted this picture for a couple of reasons. One reason is just because it is the the cutest picture ever (do you think Paige loves her daddy?) and the other is because it 'It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" is on in the back ground. One of our traditions is to watch it all through October, but &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; while we are carving Pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5ci1XinyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Qk91O_ysQKk/s1600-h/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246767953813282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5ci1XinyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Qk91O_ysQKk/s400/DSC04036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;masterpieces&lt;/span&gt;. They are hard to see but they looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cNVPD4CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jtRRax95grc/s1600-h/DSC04052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246398551056418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cNVPD4CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jtRRax95grc/s400/DSC04052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween was a crazy day. I did a lot of running around doing random errands but at 2:30 Morgan had her costume Parade at school. She is a Rock Star! Yes, Morgan likes to Pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cBxn1c_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/wP0m4Gu5ER0/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246200012731378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5cBxn1c_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/wP0m4Gu5ER0/s400/DSC04074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Larry the Cable Guy a little tired of Trick or Treating. We went to my brothers house and walked around his neighborhood. We had to of gone for miles Drew was so tired and we had to keep emptying his bucket into the pockets of the stroller because it was to heavy for him. The girls were actually glad to be done. When we finally made it back to J's I did not hear any complaints, they were all so tired. After Trick or Treating we went to a party at our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sandra's&lt;/span&gt; house. I thought we would only be able to stay a minute because our babies were so tired but they were happy to be there and we got to stay and hang out a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5bxsprfII/AAAAAAAAAlg/54du2wRxAK0/s1600-h/DSC04053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264245923800382594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5bxsprfII/AAAAAAAAAlg/54du2wRxAK0/s400/DSC04053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all the kids at the Salem Park. Some of the Salem business owners did booths with candy so kids could go to the park and do some Trick or Treating. We went to support Sequoia Motor Sports, of course. It was crazy, a huge line, so many kids, but it was fun though and I loved seeing all the costumes. We did this before we went to J's to trick or treat. Drew is Speed Racer, Morgan is a Rock Star, Paige is a Pumpkin Fairy, and Haylie is a witch. I have to do a quick shout out, I did not get a picture of it but at the very end of Woodland Hills drive is a horse pasture. I have no clue who owns it but in the pasture is an all black horse and on Halloween he/she painted white bones on his/her horse and it looked like a horse skeleton. I was so mad I did not have my camera with me, it was so cool. I think I am a Halloween nut but I have never bought my pets costumes. Who ever this random Halloween/Horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enthusiast&lt;/span&gt; is I think they rock, so thanks random person you made me happy. I am so sad the season is over and am going to hate packing away my decorations. My house is going to look so bare. Til next year, Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8037850083819725255?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8037850083819725255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8037850083819725255' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8037850083819725255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8037850083819725255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQ5duz9DmJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Y-IYGrWazG0/s72-c/DSC04006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3827431536056523929</id><published>2008-11-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:20:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxofIIYicI/AAAAAAAAAlY/j4KDeG6cDO8/s1600-h/buzzlightyear_k5_2007328214453_eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister turns 18 today. This is crazy because I can remember everything about the day she was born. I even remember what I did the night before on Halloween. Something else that is crazy is knowing that Justin and I have been together longer than she has been alive, which makes both of us feel very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxoEgjFQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Uiw6xOc6E-0/s1600-h/82920002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263696491155112834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxoEgjFQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Uiw6xOc6E-0/s400/82920002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is when we took Katie to Disneyland with us. Which was such a fun trip and I was so glad she came with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxnjc0teHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dnTP_OFzjFs/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695923219626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxnjc0teHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dnTP_OFzjFs/s400/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Morgan, Katie, Sam, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; when we took them on a short, but fun Vegas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxnQSG3EmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/G14zDVDyVOs/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695593925448290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxnQSG3EmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/G14zDVDyVOs/s400/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Katie with us New Years Eve at our friends house. I thought it was so funny that she got up and danced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of a big group of our friends. She has been around them quite a bit so I know she feel comfortable around them but still, I thought it was funny. Anyways, Katie has grown up to mean more to me than I thought she ever would, not that I would not want her to be in my life but with certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; I thought that we would be driven apart and never have the chance to get to know each other. I am glad life has turned out as it is and so happy that she is in my life. I am very proud of the person she has become, she has so many good qualities and I have no doubt that she will do great things. Even though it was actually hinted from her that I should post something about her on her birthday (shes nerdy like that), I just wanted to say Happy Birthday sweet sister, I am so happy that we are friends, I think that you are awesome and I hope you have the best year, you deserve it. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3827431536056523929?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3827431536056523929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3827431536056523929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3827431536056523929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3827431536056523929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-katie.html' title='Happy Birthday Katie!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQxoEgjFQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Uiw6xOc6E-0/s72-c/82920002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6031350673138086281</id><published>2008-10-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:57:14.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm to Sexy for my hair!</title><content type='html'>This is one of my all time favorite Halloween pictures.  For Halloween 2006 Justin, with the help of my brothers, dressed up like this crazy disco dude.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I looked at him.  Another reason why I love Halloween! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQoCmmsx8dI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IXXm-KWrqnk/s1600-h/Justin+-+Halloween+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263021976782500306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQoCmmsx8dI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IXXm-KWrqnk/s400/Justin+-+Halloween+2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6031350673138086281?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6031350673138086281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6031350673138086281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6031350673138086281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6031350673138086281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-to-sexy-for-my-hair.html' title='I&apos;m to Sexy for my hair!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQoCmmsx8dI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IXXm-KWrqnk/s72-c/Justin+-+Halloween+2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-887571865243429607</id><published>2008-10-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:51:06.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spooky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQivXGENqlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgX6IUCfku0/s1600-h/DSC03953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262648975882562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQivXGENqlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgX6IUCfku0/s400/DSC03953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Halloween will soon be over I decided to take another opportunity to share my "under control" Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; while I still can . I am loving my decorations and my house will look very bare when Halloween is over and I have to take them down. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.  Above is Dracula, I made him the same year I made frank below.  The 'come in for a bite' is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; a box &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; supposed to hold treats but with so many little ones I have never actually put candy in it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqnGQ-ohI/AAAAAAAAAko/NWYNnccpCig/s1600-h/DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643753255870994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqnGQ-ohI/AAAAAAAAAko/NWYNnccpCig/s400/DSC03954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Frankenstein, very Handsome. I think I made him 3 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqauLLdeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CnmGon4gMHM/s1600-h/DSC03950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643540630664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqauLLdeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CnmGon4gMHM/s400/DSC03950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my witches that is so much cuter in person. You can't see the details very well in this picture but she is funny. She is one of my first witches maybe 10 or so yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqRhV0QCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mPqTc86P84c/s1600-h/DSC03949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643382566797346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiqRhV0QCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mPqTc86P84c/s400/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Frankenstein, he is very silly. I think he is about 5 yrs old, I cant remember I really should date things as I make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQip8-yqPUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4HYBXCbG8D4/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262643029695151426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQip8-yqPUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4HYBXCbG8D4/s400/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my spooky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; that is over my dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQipt6FoIUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/38W_foSzeDM/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642770734489922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQipt6FoIUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/38W_foSzeDM/s400/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my front room window, I should of lit the candles they look cool when they are lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiphoh725I/AAAAAAAAAkA/KYIyrrvkUsA/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262642559862954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQiphoh725I/AAAAAAAAAkA/KYIyrrvkUsA/s400/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite, it is my kitchen window. You cant tell to much from the pictures but it is supposed to look like a potion or spell brewing station for a witch. The jars have bugs, snakes, mice, frogs, skulls, you know all the basics for a good potion. The book says '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;witchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spells' I think its silly. This is Justin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Morgans favorite part of my Halloween Decorations. I know I am a geek but its fun so I decided to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-887571865243429607?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/887571865243429607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=887571865243429607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/887571865243429607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/887571865243429607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-spooky.html' title='More Spooky!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQivXGENqlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgX6IUCfku0/s72-c/DSC03953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2333134245461732193</id><published>2008-10-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:46:39.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Silly Paige!</title><content type='html'>Paige likes to keep things even.  She has always wanted one of, whatever we were handing her at the time, for each hand.  Well, she has taken it to a new level and has started doubling up other things.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQd2eKmGs1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/_py3oz6H0IY/s1600-h/102608+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262304950218044242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQd2eKmGs1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/_py3oz6H0IY/s400/102608+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I can hold two suckers then why cant I eat two suckers?  She ended up a very sticky mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQd2TtwXsFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GIVMn2Pk_Lc/s1600-h/102608+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262304770677780562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQd2TtwXsFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GIVMn2Pk_Lc/s400/102608+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; Problem?  For some reason I have never even thought about taking away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inky&lt;/span&gt; until lately.  She is our baby and has seemed so little,  I have not really thought about how old she really is and that I should of taken it away a while ago.  My last two kids did not like b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inkys&lt;/span&gt; so I never had to face that battle.  I have a feeling its going to be a big one with Princess Pest of the Earth Paige.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2333134245461732193?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2333134245461732193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2333134245461732193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2333134245461732193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2333134245461732193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-silly-paige.html' title='More Silly Paige!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQd2eKmGs1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/_py3oz6H0IY/s72-c/102608+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7971949806877819200</id><published>2008-10-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:27:31.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches Night Out!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I was invited to go to Witches Night Out with Melanie and Katie. Talk about right up my ally, Halloween theme, costumes, shopping, hanging with adults, Halloween Decor everywhere, it was so much fun! I took a bunch of pictures but decided that as much as I want to I cannot post them all so I chose my favorites.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvpUn6_OI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fBPq8M9CXvc/s1600-h/102608+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297445307186402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvpUn6_OI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fBPq8M9CXvc/s400/102608+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our favorite witch, it made me laugh about some things that I have not thought funny for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvZBXMjNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/MoB7sG5C5pY/s1600-h/102608+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262297165258853586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvZBXMjNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/MoB7sG5C5pY/s400/102608+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Witch Katie, Baby Witch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zayla&lt;/span&gt;, Witch Melanie, and Witch Natalie. We all are awesome witches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvH-IOA6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/p3NXMbD4NSY/s1600-h/102608+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296872332952482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvH-IOA6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/p3NXMbD4NSY/s400/102608+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me in my costume. When Witch Mel invited me I looked all over for a costume and was left wondering why people think witches needed to be slutty. I could not find one costume that did not have slut written all over it so I ended up making my own and this is what I came up with. I wanted to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hocus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pocus&lt;/span&gt; witch with the craziness of Bellatrix from Harry Potter. I liked how it turned out it was very heavy but that was good because it kept me pretty warm. My eyes look scary in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdu8JwnJWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0OfWXlxrg7A/s1600-h/102608+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296669296731490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdu8JwnJWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0OfWXlxrg7A/s400/102608+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Witch Mel dancing with another witch. I love the purple tights!! Thank you evil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt; for a frightfully fun night! We RULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdufHTWAII/AAAAAAAAAjI/kSUI6FO9008/s1600-h/102608+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7971949806877819200?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7971949806877819200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7971949806877819200' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7971949806877819200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7971949806877819200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/witches-night-out.html' title='Witches Night Out!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQdvpUn6_OI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fBPq8M9CXvc/s72-c/102608+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3792703486403207724</id><published>2008-10-26T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:34:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Melly wa!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Melanie! Today is my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so as she did for me I decided to declare my love for her in a post. First I have to say that while looking through my pictures I was very sad to notice that I had very few pictures of her. I have tons of pictures of events that I know we were both at, or pictures where I knew she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind the camera like at my kids baptisms for example. I have tons of pictures of her while we were kids and from before I went digital but no scanner, so Mel you lucked out on some of what could be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shots and know that from now on I am going to make sure that we get more pictures together! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQSNX2djznI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wg9CEEiVlO0/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261485705571585650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQSNX2djznI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wg9CEEiVlO0/s400/DSC03419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so so so so (that's 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) lucky to have Melanie in my life. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; one of the greatest people I have ever known and I feel honored to be able to call her my friend. I think of the saying "Family by chance, friends by choice" and have to give a shout out to my mother and my aunt Susie for getting pregnant within a year of each other, both having girls, therefore giving us the chance to be not only family but great friends as well, so thanks! Anyways, Mel and I have been pals for as long as I can remember. Even after she moved when we were kids, and further away, for a while as adults, whenever  we got back together it was buddies as usual like we've never spent a day apart. I cherish my friendship with Melanie so much. She has been someone to look up to and someone with qualities that I admire and will work a life time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if she realizes but Melanie just being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;, was the greatest example of faith and goodness and one of the main reasons I even started thinking about going to the Temple. She was there for me to answer all my questions but never pushed. Obviously Temple blessings cant be topped and I will always have Melanie to thank for leading me in that direction. Not only is she a woman with such great faith and goodness to be admired she is such a great friend and so much stinkin' fun! I have the best time when we are together, we have so much in common which gives us so many options of things to go do together. No matter what we do it is always a blast. For a while now we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; together ,the picture above is from when we were at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scrap-away&lt;/span&gt; in Park City and stopped at the outlets to shop (cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt;/friend Katie and Little baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also pictured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQSM9dHQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q_2LmLxTBus/s1600-h/baptism-+March+27,+2007+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261485252090581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQSM9dHQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q_2LmLxTBus/s400/baptism-+March+27,+2007+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Melanie with Paige when she came to see me at the hospital. Another great thing about Melanie is that she is so great with kids. All my kids just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love her (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;). We went on vacation with them years ago and we all had so much fun. Ever since then my kids have wanted to go somewhere with them again (which we need to do) but are always so excited to do anything when they know that Melanie will be there and mad when they are not invited. Everyone that knows Melanie knows what a great person she is, and I have already wrote a ton and realize that I can go on forever writing about what I like about about her, so I am going so stop now and sum it up with a list (I know, shocker), a list of the things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who by example lead me and my family to the temple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I know I can always count on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I can trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I can be exactly who I am with and know that she will love me for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I can eat in the car with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who brought me book club (which I love).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who brought me Race for the Cure (which is such a neat and special day and I love).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I can sing "9 to 5" with walking down the street and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; cringe when she hears how awful my voice really is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who will listen to my goals and is always supportive and encouraging every time I start over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that makes Family Reunions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who always knows the perfect thing to say to make me feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who likes pedicures and spa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;treatments&lt;/span&gt; as much as I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who likes Mania as much as I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone no matter where we are or what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; is always makes me feel better knowing shes around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone my kids adore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that my husband knows my time spent away from him and with you is always good for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that knows the words to every song on 99.5 and other stations as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that claims to hate country music but I remember very vividly her listening to Sawyer Brown on many occasions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some one that has her very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who has always been a example and someone for me to look up to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I would hate to disappoint making her the angel on my shoulder when I am faced with a choice of right or wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who is such a good and cute mom, and I love hearing about how much she loves her son.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I love and am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that she is in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who I know will be one of my greatest influences in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who for every year from now on will dress up like a witch and dance around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gardner's&lt;/span&gt; Village with me for as long as we both can walk and after that can push me in a wheel chair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone that I am so proud and lucky to have as a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; my list to sum things up was very long, just think if I would of wrote about all of them how long it would of been. I love you Melanie, you are a truly genuine and special person. I hope you have a awesome Birthday, you deserve it and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3792703486403207724?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3792703486403207724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3792703486403207724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3792703486403207724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3792703486403207724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-melly-wa.html' title='Happy Birthday Melly wa!!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SQSNX2djznI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wg9CEEiVlO0/s72-c/DSC03419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7935897007490050034</id><published>2008-10-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:34:54.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Flowers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SP9RJ98siMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AQYh6wy_ij4/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260012121481840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SP9RJ98siMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AQYh6wy_ij4/s400/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time my cute Drew would go outside this past summer he would bring me in a flower and say "I got something for you momma" He was always so excited to give it to me and I have to admit that even though they were always weeds or one of the millions of sunflowers that grow up here, I loved it. So this past weekend when Justin was getting ready to go hunting him and Drew picked me up a cute potted Halloween plant at the grocery store. Everyday since Drew has brought me the flowers at least 5 times each day saying "I got something for you momma" Of course I was excited to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; them every single time, I would take them from him and try to find a higher place to put them. Well this morning he found them again, and instead of bringing the entire plant like hes done for the past 3 days he decided to pick me off some. He pretty much picked the entire plant an brought it to me like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt;. He was so proud and so excited and even though he ruined my cute plant I could not get mad at him. What a sweet boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7935897007490050034?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7935897007490050034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7935897007490050034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7935897007490050034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7935897007490050034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-flowers.html' title='Pretty Flowers?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SP9RJ98siMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AQYh6wy_ij4/s72-c/DSC03958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3278127935979096545</id><published>2008-10-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:42:47.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sleepy!</title><content type='html'>My Paige is one of those kids that has to have a nap or everyone suffers. This picture was taken a few weeks ago but it reminded me of how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; she has been the last few days. Most of us in my house have been sick this past week, its pretty much a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; head cold but with the added benefits of body aches, cold chills, and a slight fever. So the Henderson house has not been a happy one. Paige and Drew have both been sick, so the whining and crying has doubled. I have been sick so that makes it ten times worse to deal with when all you want to do it sit and not be disturbed. Anyways I was looking at my pictures and saw this one, it was a crazy day when Paige missed her nap and was so mad. Shes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; little thing but when shes missed her nap its Princess Pest of the World! When you are a parent you weigh your options in a time like this, option 1 is you put them to bed early hoping that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wake up at 9 or 10 well rested and not go back to bed until 1 a.m. or wake up at 4 in the morning ready for the day. Option 2 is you deal with the fury of a toddler with no sleep for as along as you can stand and try to keep them up until closer to their bedtime so the next day will hopefully be business as usual and you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; make sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; miss their nap. I chose to keep her up, 1 major reason was that she needed dinner the other was that she shares a room with her brother and if shes up at 1 or 4 then so is he. Well she stayed up half way through her spaghetti, managing to get some on her face before she fell asleep. Of course I had to take a picture, I only wish I had a before shot to show you how mad she had been. So the past week, by the end of every day I have been so so so ready (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt;) to have all my kids in bed so I can just sit, not change diapers, not get milk, not listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tattling&lt;/span&gt;, crying, whining, fighting, or anything of that sort. Then I look through pictures and see how sweet they really are and I tell Justin stories of what happened during the day when I was so mad and now cant get through the story because I am laughing so hard. I realize that even with all the chaos and crazy there is no place I would rather be. I have the best kids, and I know Justin will remind me of this post when I am printing out KIDS FOR SALE signs on another crazy day that is sure to come. Right now I just feel blessed, I worked while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgan were little and feel like I missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and I am so glad that I can be home now with my babies everyday and be the one to hear their first words, and to see them walk, and to get them milk and hold them when they are sick. I love being here when the girls get home being able to hear about their day. So even during days when my kids are turds I need to cherish those moments, as well as the cute sleeping pig tails in the high chair moments and remember how grateful I am for every moment I have with my family. I know I am a sap, but there has been so much going on in the world and so much on my mind its good to stop and remember what is really important, or the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; important and that is of course, Family.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SPqrre_B1cI/AAAAAAAAAio/bUGvfk525Fg/s1600-h/DSC03880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258704278448625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SPqrre_B1cI/AAAAAAAAAio/bUGvfk525Fg/s400/DSC03880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SPqre53uWHI/AAAAAAAAAig/BeFXRoFfReI/s1600-h/DSC03878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258704062327445618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SPqre53uWHI/AAAAAAAAAig/BeFXRoFfReI/s400/DSC03878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3278127935979096545?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3278127935979096545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3278127935979096545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3278127935979096545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3278127935979096545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sleepy.html' title='So Sleepy!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SPqrre_B1cI/AAAAAAAAAio/bUGvfk525Fg/s72-c/DSC03880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2912219786632636908</id><published>2008-10-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:53:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap Mania!</title><content type='html'>I love Scrap Mania! I went with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousion&lt;/span&gt; Melanie on Saturday and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scraptastic&lt;/span&gt;, I had so much fun! Which is standard procedure, we always have fun. If you are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt; I highly recommend it. You basically bring what you want to scrapbook, whatever supplies you think you will need and you come and scrapbook without distractions. They have dinner, treats, drawings, and all the Diet Coke you can drink from 5-11p.m. If you forget something you have the entire store at your fingertips. I have spent the last year doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; (mainly at manias) trying to get caught up. The problem was that for every child I had, I was that much more behind so catching up has been quite a task, a fun task, but I wanted to be caught up so I could remember more details about what I was scraping. Well I am now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; with all four kids less than a year behind, which is excellent because when I got back into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; about a year or so ago I was in 2003. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorite things to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I am really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt; and making great pages, and other days I am not in the zone and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like my pages as much but I keep them anyways. This past Saturday I did only 12 pages but the last time I went I did around 25, so it varies, but no matter what Mania is fun. I am already excited for the next one, that I hope is sooner than later. So a quick thanks to Mel for always being so much fun that I forget how sick I am feeling, and a we missed you Katie I hope you can come next time (now that I think about it mania is where I have gotten to know, and become better friends with Katie, so right there Mania Rocks!) and thanks for stopping to say Hi. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Millissa&lt;/span&gt; you need to scrapbook, or pretend like you do just so you can come hang out. So to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sraperiffic&lt;/span&gt; pals, I love you and thanks for the good times I am sure we will have many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2912219786632636908?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2912219786632636908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2912219786632636908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2912219786632636908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2912219786632636908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrap-mania.html' title='Scrap Mania!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3152864246571147850</id><published>2008-10-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:29:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horrible Suprise</title><content type='html'>My cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; has no front claws but is the best mice and bird catcher around (i know, i am posting about my cat, whatever). He has spent his last 6 or so summers bringing his prey to the back porch of whatever house we have been in and showing us his catch. I will never forget the time when my family and I were sitting at my kitchen table and my brother was sitting by the door and he let my cat out. No joke, less than a minute later he was peeking through the door with the biggest bird in his jaws. He was obviously proud, and since my entire family was there he must of felt the need to show off. Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tavis&lt;/span&gt; had his camera and took a quick picture for me. After the picture we were not really sure what to do because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; just sat there with the bird still in his jaws waiting for some kind of a response. We decided to open the door (writing this now I have no idea why we did that, so many things could of gone differently) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; dropped the bird, came in the house, and walked right past us like non of us were there. I have never minded that my cat did these things because I figured a dead mouse outside is a mouse that would not be inside my house alive. Not long after we moved here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; was somethings prey and was injured right in the middle of prime mice catching season. He is now recovered but has been a little scared to go outside since his incident. I have noticed that he will make some brave attempts to go out but is never gone for long. Now to my Horrible Surprise, this morning when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; was getting ready for school she noticed a dead mouse in Morgans room with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt; hanging around it. I have no doubt that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mims&lt;/span&gt; kill, but the question is, was it in the house when he killed it or was he showing us his kill and brought it in from the small amount of time he has spent outside. From the bird story we know it does not take him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time to stalk, pounce, and kill, but was that the case this time? Someone with a glass half full would say "at least the mouse is not alive in your house." I would agree with that optimistic person but I do find myself a little nervous today. There are lots of animals up here and its getting cold, I just hope that mice are not finding a way into my house to keep warm. I do have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt;, and I have confidence in his abilities but dead mice, better than alive mice, are still not my idea of fun. I have to stop and give a shout out to my cat, so when he reads this he will know we appreciate him and his skills (it's official, I am crazy). I know this has probably been extremely interesting to all my loyal readers and if you did read this post to the end I do apologize for the length. I am going to get back to my life and hope for no more surprises, dead or alive. I would prefer to not post again about mice, and if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you will all know that the matter has been resolved. Lets just hope for that, and now I am going to give my other hunter a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3152864246571147850?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3152864246571147850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3152864246571147850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3152864246571147850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3152864246571147850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/horrible-suprise.html' title='A Horrible Suprise'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4784022503044546483</id><published>2008-10-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:42:06.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged by Melanie</title><content type='html'>Mel Tagged me, and I actually love these things because I always learn something new about my friends. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite T.V. Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color Splash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Least Favorite T.V. Shows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The View&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tween Disney Programs, Hanna Montana is a great example&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wife Swap, or Family Swap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tucanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melting Pot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ottavios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Least Favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; Crab Shack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Denny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Stumped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things That Happened Yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morgan had her last Soccer Game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I had my last softball game but was informed that we have a stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; had young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; and was gone "doing her own thing" until 8:30p.m. and I had to pause to realize that she is not getting any younger and try not to cry about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned out part of our garage and can almost park on that side, W.I.P.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also went through a bin of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Morgans baby clothes which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; why I was feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; about #3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I'm Looking Forward To&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scrapmania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witches night out (if I can get my costume together)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween, of course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UEA&lt;/span&gt; weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my house put all together, including the garage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I am Not looking Forward to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking down my Halloween stuff after Halloween&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids growing up (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; informed me that she has a dance this month, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right, a DANCE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing all the work to get my house together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the alarm going off at 6 every morning to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; out of bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SNOW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I love about Fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween and all the other fun activities that come along with it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall Storms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mine and my girls Birthdays (and cousins)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I Hate about Fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its Hunting Season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It means snow is on its way (this is a glass half empty comment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coed Softball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; its actually fun but would be so much better if I actually new what I was doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunting Season, did I already say that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and..... Hunting Season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things On My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wish List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always, reaching my goal weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that my legs would heal so I could start running again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that there was no such thing a a sinus infection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my children will have happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; and grow to be happy adults&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my dog would stop peeing on stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I Don't Wish For&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natural Disasters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accidents, not just big ones but potty training accidents as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diseases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infections&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;People I'm tagging&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yolanda (a great way to return to the blogging world)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; hes a guy who blogs and I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt; as soon as she gets hers going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4784022503044546483?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4784022503044546483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4784022503044546483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4784022503044546483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4784022503044546483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged-by-melanie.html' title='I was tagged by Melanie'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3801096541337991689</id><published>2008-10-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:09:49.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile</title><content type='html'>OK, I have told you all about my controlled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; stuff, so I thought I would show you some of it. My house is so fun right now and everywhere I go there is something fun to see. And I am not kidding I will go to where my decorations are , stop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aw www&lt;/span&gt;, and smile. I know, "get a life Natalie" but I, being the thoughtful girl that I am decided that I wanted to make you all smile as well. And I know that everyone one knows my issues with Halloween stuff, but I want everyone to know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people have contributed to my collection, Thank You, by the way. Just remember when you make fun of me, I had some much appreciated help.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO19GsoPrqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Na2tf2XUPDw/s1600-h/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254993894223883938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO19GsoPrqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Na2tf2XUPDw/s400/DSC03922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three are the newest to my collection. My family bought them for me for my birthday this year. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; but when you put Disney and Halloween together, it rules! Thank you Family (especially the girls who remembered how much I likes these, and remembered to tell their dad when they were birthday shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO189MEUEyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/P2u8CVTIjjM/s1600-h/DSC03924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254993730864419618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO189MEUEyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/P2u8CVTIjjM/s400/DSC03924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank You, Melanie! these three are so silly! Melanie bought them for me and if I remember right she was a little nervous giving them to me because she was not sure if I would like them. No need to fear, I love them! I know they look cute in the picture but up close all the little details make them ten times cuter. Any time you want these three to make you smile come on over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO18yx_B8aI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3Ykhv_YJlwM/s1600-h/DSC03925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254993552064246178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO18yx_B8aI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3Ykhv_YJlwM/s400/DSC03925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I don't even know where to begin with this. I have&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PEANUTS stuff for as long as I can remember. Especially It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown! So when I opened this from my dear sweet friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Millissa&lt;/span&gt;, I had to seriously hold back the tears so she would not know how big a freak I really am (actually, she knows) This was the coolest present, a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, talk about someone giving the perfect present. So thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Millissa&lt;/span&gt; I love it, and just know that you make me smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO18bhdwhvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0qVLXpOsVmc/s1600-h/book+cliffs+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254993152492734194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO18bhdwhvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0qVLXpOsVmc/s400/book+cliffs+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a random collection of some of my other fun stuff, I made the house in the back and the rest were given to me, except the bigger Mickey pumpkin, I bought that on my first trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;. I hope these cute, fun, silly, awesome, things will put a smile on your face too. Again, Happy Halloween, enjoy the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3801096541337991689?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3801096541337991689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3801096541337991689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3801096541337991689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3801096541337991689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things that make me smile'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SO19GsoPrqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Na2tf2XUPDw/s72-c/DSC03922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-9022739218852829168</id><published>2008-10-06T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:56:18.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Drew got to go to the Big Red Barn for his first preschool field trip.  I went as a mom helper and was so glad I did because I got some great shots.  When we first got there Drew took off, ran into a fence and got a bloody nose.  He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; for a minute but recovered quickly and had a blast.  He was in his happy place, first being pulled by a tractor, then having so much space to run, he was all smiles.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrK3zD61uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FuC0WzdlIHU/s1600-h/DSC03891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254234975229368034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrK3zD61uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FuC0WzdlIHU/s400/DSC03891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that smile it is so so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrKsVhD91I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IGVp742R5v0/s1600-h/DSC03895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254234778319976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrKsVhD91I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IGVp742R5v0/s400/DSC03895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say cheese, Drew always puts his hands up like hes taking a picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrKhgXQv-I/AAAAAAAAAho/jPbxGes2J7U/s1600-h/DSC03896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254234592253100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrKhgXQv-I/AAAAAAAAAho/jPbxGes2J7U/s400/DSC03896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he found it, the perfect pumpkin.  We (meaning Yolanda and I, because Emery and Drew are in the same Preschool) had so much fun at the Red Barn with the little ones that the next day we decided to take the rest of the kids to get pumpkins as well.  So a group of us went and found out that they were usually not open that day but we had such a big group that they decided that they'd take us out to the pumpkin patch anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrKGGKVVfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/e44nmj4AQjI/s1600-h/DSC03891.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJzol3G9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/D8aNcFzb3gU/s1600-h/DSC03911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254233804187835346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJzol3G9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/D8aNcFzb3gU/s400/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew already new the drill so he was playing it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJnWfGXjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CLtFked31cY/s1600-h/DSC03918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254233593169206834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJnWfGXjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CLtFked31cY/s400/DSC03918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and Paige found their pumpkins, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let this picture fool you it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the only time that Paige &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; throwing a fit (she missed her nap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJZjn4VnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d7-OYCJdppU/s1600-h/DSC03915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254233356177528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrJZjn4VnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d7-OYCJdppU/s400/DSC03915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan found her perfect pumpkin but went clear to the end of the patch to get it.  She got tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carying&lt;/span&gt; it back so after taking her picture I helped her out.  Its an awesome pumpkin well worth the effort.  It was a good time, a very nice day, by the time we were done I was pooped but I would do it all over again, I love Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrI2VtjdWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/j2Xmgpl3kfs/s1600-h/DSC03896.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrIohAl-JI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1BEfVA6K6_0/s1600-h/DSC03891.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-9022739218852829168?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/9022739218852829168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=9022739218852829168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/9022739218852829168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/9022739218852829168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-pumpkin.html' title='The Perfect Pumpkin'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOrK3zD61uI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FuC0WzdlIHU/s72-c/DSC03891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7089983446049572302</id><published>2008-10-05T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:15:03.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the movie The Fog? I have not, thank goodness or this might freak me out a little bit.  This is the view out my back window which is a little weird because usually I can see for miles.  Morgan wondered what was going on and we told her that we were in the clouds. She went outside and ran for a minute because she wanted to know what it was like to be in the clouds. I thought it was funny.  I love fall rainy weather even though I know that snow is soon on its way I will just have to enjoy this while it lasts.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNky7DM8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Yp5LgUTYrBY/s1600-h/DSC03921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253745366100292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNky7DM8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Yp5LgUTYrBY/s400/DSC03921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNan5IZVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VFggLnltCsc/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253745191340762450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNan5IZVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VFggLnltCsc/s400/DSC03929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a while the fog cleared and I got my view back.  I dont think my picture really captures the brightness of the sky but it was beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNKXAvKLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/yxNbXBAwNbI/s1600-h/DSC03927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253744911931353266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNKXAvKLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/yxNbXBAwNbI/s400/DSC03927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the few from the front of my house looking at the mountain, I thought the contrast of the fall colors and the white were awesome (my cute husband was the one who said got look out front its beautiful, so thanks Hunny)  It really is beautiful, and you want proof that winter is on its way, check out the snow. I love fall rainy weather, I hate snow.  Happy Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7089983446049572302?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7089983446049572302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7089983446049572302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7089983446049572302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7089983446049572302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOkNky7DM8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Yp5LgUTYrBY/s72-c/DSC03921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4703748273164349092</id><published>2008-10-04T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:43:24.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddy and Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOeoOtXN2_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/nGO68nPhGGQ/s1600-h/DSC03876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253352460999580658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOeoOtXN2_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/nGO68nPhGGQ/s400/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently we had Madisen over  for a long overdue sleepover.  The girls had a blast and decided in the morning to take a little hike.  When they returned this is what they looked like, filthy!  They did it on purpose pretending like they were chased by what they called a "baracoon." Apparently they had barely out run it and made it home  to safety.  I thought it was hilarious and decided. of course, to take their picture.  I love these little girls they are both so sweet and amazing.  I know that they will both grow up to be spectacular people.  When I see them they remind me of me and my cousin Melanie, not only the sweet, amazing, and spectular part, but the friendship that they share.  I hope it will last them forever and I hope they realize how lucky they are to have one of your best friends as a cousion.  They have a life time of fun ahead of them and I am so blessed to have a front row seat to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4703748273164349092?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4703748273164349092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4703748273164349092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4703748273164349092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4703748273164349092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/maddy-and-morgan.html' title='Maddy and Morgan'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOeoOtXN2_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/nGO68nPhGGQ/s72-c/DSC03876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6742472044689858563</id><published>2008-10-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:00:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard of Scentsy?</title><content type='html'>For my birthday my mother-in-law got me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; burner and some pumpkin spice wax to melt in it. It is my new favorite thing, it plugs into the wall and a little light bulb will heat the scented wax that you place in the bowl thing on the burner. When you want to change scents you just pour the wax you are using into the container it came in (it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hardens&lt;/span&gt; for later use) wipe out the dish and put in a different scent. I have been burning it everyday, most of the day, since Sept 22 and the wax level looks the same as the day I put it in, so I am thinking that they last a long time. So, let me tell you..... My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; Burner makes my entire house smell good! I am not against scented candles, actually I love them and will still use them, but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; Burner is cool. It has no smoke, no lead wicks, no flames, and if you worry about the film candles leaves on you walls it has none of that either. Then with a lucky twist my sisters soccer team did a fund raiser selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; products and I was able to purchase some more scents I have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; them yet but I am very anxious. So the point of my post is just to say that I am very happy with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; Burner and if anyone is in the market I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; them. By the way I do not sell them, I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;distributor&lt;/span&gt;, I am not affiliated with them in anyway I just really like mine so I thought I would share. If you are intrigued they do have a web site which will lead you to local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;distributors&lt;/span&gt; or I think you can just purchase them from the site. Keep your surroundings smelling good, I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6742472044689858563?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6742472044689858563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6742472044689858563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6742472044689858563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6742472044689858563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-heard-of-scentsy.html' title='Have you heard of Scentsy?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4003765455299677474</id><published>2008-10-03T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:30:28.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaH-M2DmUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zpzh-4x5MhA/s1600-h/Paige+7+months+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253035518043855170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaH-M2DmUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zpzh-4x5MhA/s400/Paige+7+months+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love October! I think Halloween is so much fun! I love the decorations, the colors, the spooky stuff, pumpkins, costumes, makeup, trick or treating, nothing makes me smile more than seeing ghosts hanging in peoples trees or mummies lit up on someones porch. I do have a weird obsession with Halloween stuff, but it is under control. I have not had to sell any blood or pawn anything off to support my habit but if you see my house you will know what a freak I really am. The great part is that my kids love it, they were so excited when I started to decorate this year which makes it more fun for me because I know that family is enjoying my stuff as much as I am. Since I am in the zone and so happy that Halloween is coming up soon I decided to post my kids costumes from last year. They are fun and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; get you in the mood for this fun crazy month. For those that do not celebrate Halloween I will not hate you, but recognize that you do need some help! I can be part of your support group and help show you the many reasons why Halloween is so much fun. The first picture is of Paige, she was the cutest witch you've ever seen. I made my kids choose something spooky to be for Halloween last year, this year they can be what they want, its called compromise. You may notice that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paige's&lt;/span&gt; picture looks professional compared to the other kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; because my sister-in-law Leslie took it. I love that picture so its the one I decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaHjKLGkJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/W63eUpxXZ50/s1600-h/DSC01728_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253035053470355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaHjKLGkJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/W63eUpxXZ50/s400/DSC01728_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Move over Edward, Drew has taken first place in the most handsome Vampire contest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasn't&lt;/span&gt; he adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaHPcQKKHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kIFcWSsO-ws/s1600-h/DSC01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253034714726017138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaHPcQKKHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kIFcWSsO-ws/s400/DSC01716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beware of the Princess of Darkness! You never know what shes been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaG9Za5j-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7UYEn7jH1zI/s1600-h/DSC01712_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253034404728115170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaG9Za5j-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7UYEn7jH1zI/s400/DSC01712_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Ghost Maid?, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care if shes a ghost or not she hired, I will take all the help I can get!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you are this years costumes to come in a later post for now enjoy these!! and of course &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4003765455299677474?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4003765455299677474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4003765455299677474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4003765455299677474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4003765455299677474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-october.html' title='I love October'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOaH-M2DmUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zpzh-4x5MhA/s72-c/Paige+7+months+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5477166569246966135</id><published>2008-10-02T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:47:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look what I can Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOUgnHB0OdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VdS7aYaN9UY/s1600-h/DSC03874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252640396671203794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOUgnHB0OdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VdS7aYaN9UY/s400/DSC03874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On September 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to Becca, I canned/bottled for the very first time.  I am very proud of it, I feel that I have very few homemaking talents and have always admired those who can bake, cook, bottle, garden, keep their house clean, you know, the usual stuff.  So when Becca offered to show me how I jumped at the chance and bottled peaches.  I have to admit that it was not as hard as I thought it would be but it does take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of time.  I know that the next time I do it I will need some assistance but maybe one day I will be a super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canner&lt;/span&gt; like so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lady's&lt;/span&gt; I know.   I even have some garden and fruit trees plans brewing, scary, but it could happen. I have 1 acre of ground that needs to be landscaped I might as well make it into something useful and delicious.  My friend Yolanda is a domestic diva as well so between her and Becca (and maybe my sister and brother-in-law, Joni and Steve) my options of canning and the things that I can learn are endless.  So thank you Becca, you rule!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know my picture is hot! but I needed to show proof or some of you might not believe that I actually canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5477166569246966135?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5477166569246966135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5477166569246966135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5477166569246966135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5477166569246966135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-what-i-can-do.html' title='look what I can Do...'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOUgnHB0OdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VdS7aYaN9UY/s72-c/DSC03874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-2704631122253429049</id><published>2008-10-01T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:17:50.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New look, do you like it?</title><content type='html'>I broke down and did it.  I have been wanting a new look for sometime now and I am excited about it.  I hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-2704631122253429049?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/2704631122253429049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=2704631122253429049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2704631122253429049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/2704631122253429049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-look-do-you-like-it.html' title='New look, do you like it?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7435391508263462276</id><published>2008-10-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:06:27.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy snacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOOfqS0SJzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mRJxzW52qw8/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252217139398584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOOfqS0SJzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mRJxzW52qw8/s400/DSC03873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Come on lady, feed your kid, shes hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7435391508263462276?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7435391508263462276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7435391508263462276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7435391508263462276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7435391508263462276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-snacks.html' title='Yummy snacks!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOOfqS0SJzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mRJxzW52qw8/s72-c/DSC03873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5109154302909712089</id><published>2008-09-30T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:53:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club</title><content type='html'>Something you might not know about me is that I am a reader.  People who know me say "Natalie, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a reader" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;, I guess they might because I am not really sure what people say about me when I am not around and it just sounds better than other stuff I can think of.  So anyways, my cute cousin Melanie decided to start a book club and asked me to join.  Last month we read Uglies.  It was a book that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would of never picked out on my own to read, but  I read it for book club (Melanie we need a funner title) and liked it so much I read the other 3 books in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trilogy&lt;/span&gt;, and yes, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trilogy&lt;/span&gt; has 4 books.  This month we are reading The Wednesday Wars recommended by my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Millissa&lt;/span&gt;.  I like being a part of a book club and am very excited to get to know everyone in it better.  I love books and am always looking for something else to read so this is perfect.  I am going to have to put a note on my blog for what I am now reading like my cousin because I think its cool and I want people to say "Natalie, yea the cool one, shes a reader!" Any good recommendations on books I would love them.  Yea Book Club!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5109154302909712089?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5109154302909712089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5109154302909712089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5109154302909712089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5109154302909712089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-club.html' title='Book Club'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-6793956793638929061</id><published>2008-09-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:36:25.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKuRYnZ8FI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ARZ7cMRisZY/s1600-h/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951729156157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKuRYnZ8FI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ARZ7cMRisZY/s400/DSC03857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt; Abby and her husband, I realized looking through my pictures that this is the only picture of her I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKuD3I7UiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O0B2MpMfvXU/s1600-h/DSC03852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951496831652386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKuD3I7UiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O0B2MpMfvXU/s400/DSC03852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LORD OF THE DANCE was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' it up with everyone he could grabbing partners left and right, young and old. I bet you all had no clue how much my cute husband loves to dance!! I believe he calls this move the pelvic thrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKt2QWXE3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/l_bM-nLYl3I/s1600-h/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251951263080715122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKt2QWXE3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/l_bM-nLYl3I/s400/DSC03825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us and our older girls (Grandma and Grandpa watched the little ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKte5cS8zI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aQdpp8UKgOc/s1600-h/DSC03862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251950861794603826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKte5cS8zI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aQdpp8UKgOc/s400/DSC03862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan picking out rocks for her stepping stone.  My dad and Esther have had the kids make stepping stones for their back yard when we've come over.  The last ones were in 2003, we really need to visit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKtTWSjazI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vYqMYTEAx1c/s1600-h/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251950663379938098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKtTWSjazI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vYqMYTEAx1c/s400/DSC03861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; picking out rocks for her stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKtHP83X9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0zuI9RPLJ34/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251950455519928274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKtHP83X9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0zuI9RPLJ34/s400/DSC03860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew with his rocks, this is his first stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKs6Dq2VzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oq0Pe3iDPuQ/s1600-h/DSC03868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251950228884838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKs6Dq2VzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oq0Pe3iDPuQ/s400/DSC03868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Paige causing trouble, she was into everything, she had a blast but it took all of us to keep her under control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abbys&lt;/span&gt; wedding. We made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; a mini family vacation out of it and stayed with my dad for the weekend. The wedding was a blast it was one of the funnest weddings that I have been to. We hung out mainly with Becca and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Janae&lt;/span&gt; (our 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;-in-laws) and we had so much fun!! The kids got to spend some time with my dad and Esther and they had a good time. We realized how long it has been since we have gone to see family and decided that we needed to make a better effort to visit loved ones. Anyways I took a few pictures that I wanted to post so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-6793956793638929061?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/6793956793638929061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=6793956793638929061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6793956793638929061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/6793956793638929061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SOKuRYnZ8FI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ARZ7cMRisZY/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1892705779888115126</id><published>2008-09-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:40:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst blogger ever, (almost)</title><content type='html'>OK, I know that I have not posted in a while. September has been so crazy and alot has happened which leaves me alot to blog about, but which also means time and laziness is my only excuse for slacking on my posts.  So I am going to try to for the next few days to post alot because I know that you are all dying to know what I have been up to :) So see you soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1892705779888115126?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1892705779888115126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1892705779888115126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1892705779888115126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1892705779888115126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-blogger-ever-almost.html' title='The worst blogger ever, (almost)'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-728431700831223549</id><published>2008-09-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:11:30.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland 1/2 Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYj_xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gt7A6c6r9eE/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242287341696965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYj_xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gt7A6c6r9eE/s400/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are back and they had a great time!  First, thank you to my friend Sandra because without her I would not have any pictures!  They had a great time everyone finished and did really well, a little sore still but they all did a great job.  Apparently our group was #2 in our fundraising efforts so that is awesome.  Thank you again for everyones help! The picture above is before the race they all look super excited and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYdUAxQNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sgc2pqExOww/s1600-h/IMG_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242287226870644946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYdUAxQNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sgc2pqExOww/s400/IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is of course my Husband the Happy runner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYURYHZwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VLcx5-z2TKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242287071544436482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYURYHZwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VLcx5-z2TKQ/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is some of the group after the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYHp8k3kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/10uX1FHqlWI/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242286854801514050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYHp8k3kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/10uX1FHqlWI/s400/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the girls with their dad, I love this picture!  But all the pictures of the girls make me wonder if they combed their hair at all.  Oh well something only a mom would notice I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBX_olXIQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/o9vhsNGF0N8/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242286716996755714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBX_olXIQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/o9vhsNGF0N8/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our runners after the race from left to right are Victor, Justin, Brent(he's very tired), and Yolanda.  Great job guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-728431700831223549?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/728431700831223549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=728431700831223549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/728431700831223549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/728431700831223549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/disneyland-12-marathon.html' title='Disneyland 1/2 Marathon'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SMBYj_xf2jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Gt7A6c6r9eE/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7872748276276069797</id><published>2008-09-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:12:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The searh is over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7FFdaxHII/AAAAAAAAAXg/j58oLWwlKJo/s1600-h/DSC03792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241843713892752514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7FFdaxHII/AAAAAAAAAXg/j58oLWwlKJo/s400/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7E4-yXgpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KUlDM0ySdwA/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241843499511808658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7E4-yXgpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KUlDM0ySdwA/s400/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7EqFDWsaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xvhjpdK2Q7c/s1600-h/DSC03789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241843243495633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7EqFDWsaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xvhjpdK2Q7c/s400/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you close to me know that for 2 years now I have been looking for a new bedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; put way to much thought into it but I needed it durable, machine washable, mainly nice but child friendly. Bedding has gotten so expensive so I also wanted to find something that would last a while. Anyways last night my sister-in-law Lisa asked me to go to dinner for a girls night out and then do a little shopping. We chose Bed Bath and Beyond and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; you know it, right there in the clearance section (what luck) was exactly what I had been looking for. After a few minutes deciding for sure ,and adding a few extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flair&lt;/span&gt; to make it my own I have a new bedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;! Let me tell you how excited I am... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited!! After countless hours on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and numerous miles in the bedding section of many stores (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; its not that dramatic but it makes for a good story) I finally have it. So I did what any girl would of done, I made my bed and took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of it so I could post it on my blog and all my faithful readers could share this joyous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; with me. So all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lady's&lt;/span&gt; (or gentlemen) out there, if its a shower curtain, a rug, or the perfect storage bins you seek, don't give up, its out there! Maybe hidden in some lonely clearance bin, but its there waiting for you, yes you, to give it a home. Then you can be as happy as I on a cloud of home decorating bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7872748276276069797?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7872748276276069797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7872748276276069797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7872748276276069797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7872748276276069797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/searh-is-over.html' title='The searh is over!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL7FFdaxHII/AAAAAAAAAXg/j58oLWwlKJo/s72-c/DSC03792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5258625955867001706</id><published>2008-09-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:35:54.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool, Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6zF8FVTRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TPh1T8B6QOM/s1600-h/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241823930915048722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6zF8FVTRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TPh1T8B6QOM/s400/DSC03767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6y7y1v2lI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9FSCXJX-tW4/s1600-h/DSC03768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241823756635069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6y7y1v2lI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9FSCXJX-tW4/s400/DSC03768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew has been so anxious to go to school. We took him at the end of last year to register him for preschool and it has been a big topic of conversation in our house ever since. Drew needed to be potty trained before he could go to school. All through the summer while we've been trying to get him to use the toilet whenever he went in his pull-up we told him that if he wanted to go to school he needed to go potty in the toilet and not in his pants. It has been a great motivator but as time got closer and we bought backpacks and the girls started going to school and he was left home he started to get upset. He would ask every day when he got to go to school and he would wear his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;backpack&lt;/span&gt; around the house so he was always ready. When we would leave the house I would say "It's time to go" and he would always answer "To school?" While he was sick he did not talk about school much but one day when he was feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; he started asking about school again. Its hard to explain to a 3 year old the concept of time and days so all I could tell him was soon and not yet. One day he did not like that answer and being tired and not feeling well he started throwing a fit saying that he wanted to go to school NOW! I told him it was not time and that he had to wait and walked away. When I went back to check on him he had fallen asleep on our kitchen floor with his backpack as a pillow. Drew living with two older sisters, and always thinking that he can do whatever they do has had such a hard time watching them go to school and I could only tell him not yet, hes been a sad boy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6yrD98BQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/s4dNr8VCz3Y/s1600-h/DSC03778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241823469175047426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6yrD98BQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/s4dNr8VCz3Y/s400/DSC03778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the day before school I finally got to tell him that he could go to school tomorrow on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. I told him that he would get up, have breakfast, brush his teeth, get dressed, comb his hair and then I would take him to school. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woke up&lt;/span&gt; bright and early ran into our room and told us it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and that he needed to brush his teeth and get dressed. He was so excited you would of thought that it was Christmas morning and he was telling us that Santa had come. So we got him ready, took pictures (of course), and took him to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6yaj_SGMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/AGaPWxPhvCs/s1600-h/DSC03783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241823185712847042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6yaj_SGMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/AGaPWxPhvCs/s400/DSC03783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He talked "His School" the entire drive and was so happy to get out of the car and put on his backpack. There was another little boy that arrived the same time we did (he was a little shy and seemed real nervous) but Drew waved to him said Hi and then told me that he was his friend like he just ran into him and was introducing me to him. He really cracks me up some times. I was so proud of him, he walked right in started looking around, hung up his backpack, and talking to his teachers. He was finally there, School what he had been anticipating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6xvrZRaTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sMGIQ_dVp7E/s1600-h/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241822448966527282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6xvrZRaTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sMGIQ_dVp7E/s400/DSC03787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After school he was all smiles and so excited that he had gone to school. He somewhat told me what he did but had a very nice art project that we hung on the fridge. My little man is growing up, he is such a neat little boy and so much fun to be around. I love you Drew-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BA&lt;/span&gt;-loos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5258625955867001706?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5258625955867001706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5258625955867001706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5258625955867001706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5258625955867001706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/09/preschool-wahoo.html' title='Preschool, Wahoo!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SL6zF8FVTRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TPh1T8B6QOM/s72-c/DSC03767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-8288980691680044622</id><published>2008-08-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:43:03.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for our sons!!</title><content type='html'>Justin left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PPMD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; 1/2 marathon fundraiser with the older girls 3 hours ago. I felt that Drew would, even though hes doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; better, be miserable traveling. Hes not quite better so I stayed home with him and Paige.&lt;br /&gt;It started out as all of us going to run but has not ended up that way. When I first agreed to do the race I thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I will do it but it will be a miracle if I can finish. Then after a few weeks of training I thought well its a long shot but it might be possible. Then after a few more weeks I realized that the pains in my legs were more than just your standard running pains, so I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. and had stress fractures in both legs. That put my training to a stop, which after a few glimpses of thinking that it might be possible to race was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;. Now with Drew sick I think maybe it has all been a blessing in disguise, and that there were reasons why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; run this race. Anyways, its all for a great cause and I am happy for everyone who is running. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;teamkentz&lt;/span&gt; I will be thinking of you and cheering from Utah, Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hunny&lt;/span&gt;! Go Yolanda! Go Brent! (stay hydrated)!! Go Victor! Go everyone else on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teamkentz&lt;/span&gt;! and good luck with all the kids Sandra! I love you all good luck and have an awesome trip! Hopefully I can run with you next time! GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TEAMKENTZ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-8288980691680044622?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/8288980691680044622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=8288980691680044622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8288980691680044622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/8288980691680044622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/run-for-our-sons.html' title='Run for our sons!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-5695820878543311849</id><published>2008-08-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:31:04.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and cons</title><content type='html'>So as you all know we have moved again. We are living in the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; residence since our marriage 13 years ago. Our last house was supposed to be our final move, a place to grow roots, well life is full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so here we are 18 days in house #6. At first I was really bummed about moving I liked our old location, I liked how close we were to the school and church, I loved the pool but even though I did not know which house we were going to I got used to the idea. With Drew being so sick and me needing to stay close to him, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of opportunity to sit and take in my surroundings and I decided that I think I will like it here. There has been no snow yet so I am still in good spirits my thoughts may change in three months but for now I like it. So during my pondering time I have been thinking of the pros and cons between this house and the last and decided to make a list about the tings i like and the things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I love lists). As I said my thoughts my change, but for today Aug 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 2008 this is my list...Pros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The View, I can see forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awesome floor plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So much space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Room to grow (no I am not having anymore kids but the point is if I wanted to I would have a place to put them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids like it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bigger master closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bigger laundry room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nice garage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can decorate without having to remodel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family hangs out together more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it smells new (not for long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deer (that one is for Justin) these are pets not for shooting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends close by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiet (meaning off the busy road)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most important it feels good here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Pool!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yard is not finished and no fence so my dog has to be on a chain when he is out side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 miles further to travel when I leave the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing closet space (except master closet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my washer and dryer are on the wrong sides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SNOW!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; heard the tales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to drive to my mail box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cat has already been attacked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; love my light fixtures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my best friend moved north and I moved south (we usually meet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; area anyways so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; wont change much but it just seems so far)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mind has gone blank and that is all I can recall for now, sorry for the random post. This is one of those "I've been thinking" moments that no one but you really cares about but you tell them anyway, thanks for you patience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-5695820878543311849?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/5695820878543311849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=5695820878543311849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5695820878543311849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/5695820878543311849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and cons'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-4194148781594763482</id><published>2008-08-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:53:30.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of school!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXW2VoyrQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/r5riB_9X0vY/s1600-h/DSC03737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239329970524957954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXW2VoyrQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/r5riB_9X0vY/s400/DSC03737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan was very excited but a little nervous to start school. Excited for a new year but it was a new school and she did not know very many people and that part of it made her nervous. Her friend Eldon is in her class so she was happy about that. What I thought was funny was how excited she was about her school supplies, there are only a few people who know but I love school supplies so it was fun to see that I am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXWqGmnOgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GwLi72gMTV4/s1600-h/DSC03734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239329760330856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXWqGmnOgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GwLi72gMTV4/s400/DSC03734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; has started junior high school, So far she loves it! They did something cool and had only the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders go on one day so they could try to get around without the older kids in there way. I thought it was a great idea. She made it to all her classes and has some friends in some of her classes so its really fun for her. Drew asks all day where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morgan&lt;/span&gt; went and is a little sad that his buddies are gone but he still has Paige to play with. Good luck girls have a great year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-4194148781594763482?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/4194148781594763482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=4194148781594763482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4194148781594763482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/4194148781594763482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of school!!!'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXW2VoyrQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/r5riB_9X0vY/s72-c/DSC03737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-3771621097308581845</id><published>2008-08-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:34:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved! and some updates</title><content type='html'>The week of Salem days was such a busy week, we had so much going on but decided that it was time to move. School was going to start in a few weeks and we wanted to be somewhat together before we had to start that routine. With the help of some awesome friends and family we were able to move a bunch of stuff on that wednesday and thursday night. Our ward asked us why we did'nt call them to help us so we told them that monday night we would finish and a bunch of them came over along with our friends and we brought over all of our furniture so that monday night was our first night to sleep at the new house. We have really liked it so far. Justin is in deer heaven,I think its neat to have deer run through our yard and lots of fun for the kids to see but, well lets just say I thought I had to listen to alot about deer before and now...I just dont like being told to climb out of my warm bed at 6 in the morning to look out the window at deer. I'll just leave it at that. The kids have made some friends and Haylie has been to young womens and really likes it. We have not made it to church yet because Paige and Drew got a contagious virus then Drew has been having a severe allergic reaction to his antibiotic. This weekend we have the Disneyland 1/2 marathon and next weekend we have our neices wedding but after that we will be able to meet the ward. So anyways life is still crazy but we are getting more empty boxes everyday, So far so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-3771621097308581845?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/3771621097308581845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=3771621097308581845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3771621097308581845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/3771621097308581845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-moved-and-some-updates.html' title='We&apos;ve moved! and some updates'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-63318979168163982</id><published>2008-08-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:12:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Salem Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXNt2vVlVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-lxKwTvYcTA/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239319929187308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXNt2vVlVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-lxKwTvYcTA/s400/DSC03730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXNhL7TSZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DGqDYds7Lw0/s1600-h/DSC03729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239319711536335250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXNhL7TSZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DGqDYds7Lw0/s400/DSC03729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome Justin did the Salem Days 5k, the route went right past our house so I decided to go out and take a few pictures as he ran past. He's the guy in the blue shorts. Go Hunny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-63318979168163982?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/63318979168163982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=63318979168163982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/63318979168163982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/63318979168163982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-salem-days.html' title='More Salem Days'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXNt2vVlVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-lxKwTvYcTA/s72-c/DSC03730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-7285179230895977824</id><published>2008-08-27T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:55:23.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXK9Sc5xnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tjTAY3IaQQo/s1600-h/DSC03725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239316895789336178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXK9Sc5xnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tjTAY3IaQQo/s400/DSC03725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know the picture is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt; but I think its funny. I decided to put Paige in the Salem days Baby contest this year and some how she did not win. I know crazy, this picture is of Paige the day that they announced the winners and she knew she'd been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt; (Just teasing she did not want to be in her stroller). Anyways she did get a free photo taken and a toy that she actually loves so it was not a complete waist. I still think shes the cutest baby that I have ever seen, she has to be because shes also the naughtiest and someone knew that she'd need some protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-7285179230895977824?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/7285179230895977824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=7285179230895977824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7285179230895977824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/7285179230895977824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-contest.html' title='Baby Contest'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SLXK9Sc5xnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tjTAY3IaQQo/s72-c/DSC03725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383860651673442856.post-1950854442721460369</id><published>2008-08-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:40:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SJyDWXecVXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SfuetaJWG78/s1600-h/DSC03718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232201287379735922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SJyDWXecVXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SfuetaJWG78/s400/DSC03718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promised myself that I would never get another dog, but when I saw this one and noticed that she got along so well with my other dog I knew I had to keep her.  She is still a puppy, i am not positive on the breed I think its mainly red neck with a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;navajo&lt;/span&gt; in there.  So far the family has really enjoyed her, I feel really good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SJyDJEYuUOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SMNi52s5nFM/s1600-h/DSC03714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232201058917175522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SJyDJEYuUOI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SMNi52s5nFM/s400/DSC03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the other day I heard Paige just laughing, I went to see what was so funny and this is what she was doing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mojo&lt;/span&gt; actually loved it and kept giving her loves, I have been so busy trying to move along with a million other things its nice when kids can entertain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7383860651673442856-1950854442721460369?l=nataliejustin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/feeds/1950854442721460369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7383860651673442856&amp;postID=1950854442721460369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1950854442721460369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7383860651673442856/posts/default/1950854442721460369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliejustin.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-puppy.html' title='New Puppy?'/><author><name>nataliejustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968137517463999256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SaV-MFXWbXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nzZCS4PY8d4/S220/HCAUZ8CLXCAJOS67VCAJ0643KCAYXHB35CAW7Y8S3CAL5H59SCAJ2DAW1CA0QJ5M9CAOQZC3ECA9QT49OCAAYN4I6CAFQGXANCARXEVCDCALFYKDWCAX12HTICACBRI3ECABYB48RCAO0R33I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__V2wgtlyWGU/SJyDWXecVXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SfuetaJWG78/s72-c/DSC03718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
