<?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-7077829106086419517</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:54:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-506660659152196383</id><published>2010-01-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:06:09.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next Random recipe</title><content type='html'>Dinner Pasta Bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 box Penne pasta cooked&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of red sauce you like homemade or Jar sauce&lt;br /&gt;Mozzarella cheese and a sharp cheddar about 1 and 1/2 cups of each&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground beef or sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook ground beef drain and add to red sauce on stove top&lt;br /&gt;cook pasta&lt;br /&gt;layer sauce and meat mixture with cheese then pasta&lt;br /&gt;repeat till dish is full&lt;br /&gt;top with remaining cheese&lt;br /&gt;place in 350 oven for about 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy quick and something most kids will eat&lt;br /&gt;Add a salad or vegetable to go alongside and dinner is served&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made  cheddar garlic biscuits to go with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-506660659152196383?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/506660659152196383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=506660659152196383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/506660659152196383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/506660659152196383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-random-recipe.html' title='The next Random recipe'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7154098060505927269</id><published>2009-10-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:47:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Recipes</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know me well. I LOVE to COOK! I love kitchen gadgets, I love baking especially!! So instead of writing all random thoughts that run around in my head. I decided maybe this blog posting can be useful to others and I would  start posting random recipes. so if anyone wants to cook something new or likes something I make they can have the recipes. Here  is the first installment. this was tonight dessert at my house. I changed up the usual crust tonight because this is what I had around my house. I do that a lot make things with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER PIE&lt;br /&gt;Crust:&lt;br /&gt;12 chocolate cream sandwich cookies crushed up (in other words chocolate stuffed oreos)&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp butter melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1 tbsp melted butter and brush in inside of a 8 inch round pie plate or cake pan&lt;br /&gt;Press cookie crumbs in pie plate&lt;br /&gt;Brush remaining 1tbsp butter over top of crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 200 for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Allow crust to cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together the following ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 8oz package softened cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup creamy or crunchy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;8 0z thawed cool whip&lt;br /&gt;1 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into cooled pie crust and place in the refrigerator for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with a big glass of Ice Cold Milk! It will definitely make your men folk smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend NOT using fat free ingredients as they do not set up well together and your pie turns into soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY YOUR RANDOM RECIPE FOR TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7154098060505927269?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7154098060505927269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7154098060505927269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7154098060505927269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7154098060505927269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-recipes.html' title='Random Recipes'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2979988997301242071</id><published>2009-10-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:42:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint  got much to say!</title><content type='html'>Highlights of the past months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids started school 2nd, 4th and 6th grades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been to a Ole Miss game this year and the Rebels won.  Hooray!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Disney Nov 20th-26th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only one of us has had the "Piggy Flu" Thank goodness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad is doing very well PTL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church is AWESOME! we have a wonderful new pastor!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MOST importantly GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2979988997301242071?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2979988997301242071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2979988997301242071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2979988997301242071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2979988997301242071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/aint-got-much-to-say.html' title='Aint  got much to say!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-552042303127747547</id><published>2009-04-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:40:02.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Seaac3tJhiI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Mz0eT0plQA/s1600-h/Easter+09+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Seaac3tJhiI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Mz0eT0plQA/s200/Easter+09+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113430192522786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SeaaJSwmEMI/AAAAAAAAAac/1ReFNFO4mtU/s1600-h/Easter+09+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SeaaJSwmEMI/AAAAAAAAAac/1ReFNFO4mtU/s200/Easter+09+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113093857349826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SeaZxmDnt7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/vhMX_2nn3rY/s1600-h/Easter+09+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SeaZxmDnt7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/vhMX_2nn3rY/s200/Easter+09+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325112686720563122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-552042303127747547?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/552042303127747547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=552042303127747547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/552042303127747547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/552042303127747547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a Few Pictures!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Seaac3tJhiI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Mz0eT0plQA/s72-c/Easter+09+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5520986749442982137</id><published>2009-04-12T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:48:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nose Knows</title><content type='html'>I have a very acute sense of smell.  And I am very aware of all the smells around me.  I pick my shampoo, cleaning agents, soaps, and laundry detergent based mostly on smell. Yes of course they have to work but, even if something works well and smells awful I have a  hard time using the product. I also make sure my kids smell good everyday as they leave the house for school or church.  WHY you ask??? Well before I went to college I worked in a daycare.   You can only imagine what kind of smells are in a place like that.  But everyday this little boy would come in my two year old class room and to say he was a hand full was an understatement.  But, everyone loved him no matter what, and why????? Well he smelled good. We fought over who got to hold him and all wanted him to sit on our lap. His mom wore eternity perfume and held him every morning before she left him or his dad  who wore Polo Cologne  dropped him off and he would smell like dad.  No matter what I decided from then on if something smells good no matter how bad it is, it makes it easier to take.  So to help my kids find "favor" with others and to maybe make the bad easier to take I help them smell good.  Also I equate good smells with cleanliness. which if you know me I enjoy cleanliness! So if it smells good I'm all about it. And even Disney agrees with me.   It enhances some of the rides with smells to make the experience more enjoyable and memorable. Smells can take you back in time and evoke very powerful emotions.  I would say this is a gift and sometimes it it and others it is a curse as you can well imaigine.  My son has this gift also, he smelled a teacher in a huge store 10 minutes before we ever ran into her. He kept telling me he smelled her long before we saw her. He loved her so much and was so glad when we finally saw her. He connected her with how she smelled.   So if it smells good, send it my way.   The nose Knows!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5520986749442982137?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5520986749442982137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5520986749442982137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5520986749442982137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5520986749442982137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/nose-knows.html' title='The Nose Knows'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3679576648023392547</id><published>2009-03-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:58:55.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>Junebug has inspired me to share a few of my thoughts on several subjects.  First I also like many of you am a night owl, I love a quiet house and being alone with my thoughts.  I like being able to channel surf without any suggestions on where to stop and being able to hear all the dialogue on the television show I am watching.  I also like knowing in those few moments I am in control of the whole house.  I know where everyone is, what they are doing and I feel peaceful knowing those things. (Strange I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my favorite day of the week is Thursday I like knowing the weekend is coming and I can look forward to a night of some of my favorite shows. It is a night I usually cook a comfort food meal I don't know why? and I still can see all the possibilities of what could happen over the weekend. Somehow when Friday rolls around all my dreams on Thursday have been changed and it usually looks like the weekend will be busier than I hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junebug has also inspired me to read more fictional books. I love to watch her passion as she shares a story line she has just gotten in the middle of . or how she and BB can discuss intelligently a book they are both reading and how differently they see the plot and story line going.  I also realized that I do very few things for myself I grew up in a home where we were always taking care of someone else so self sacrifice was a way of life not just an occasional thing.  I want t live a long life and I think if i relax a little more and let go of some things maybe I wont have a heart attack by the time I am 40?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I am truly blessed by all of my friendships and want all of you to know each of you inspire me in different ways. "As iron sharpens iron" You my friends take the cake!  OHHH cake!!!!!! Anyone want to come to my house? I'll bake a cake and we can sit and relax and eat and read and stay up very late?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3679576648023392547?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3679576648023392547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3679576648023392547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3679576648023392547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3679576648023392547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspired-thoughts.html' title='Inspired Thoughts!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1521664536611061669</id><published>2009-02-12T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:18:59.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine memories</title><content type='html'>I remember as a kid spending a ton of time on my valentines and my very special valentine box. Iremember putting white dollies on the box that was covered in red construction paper. And cutting out red.pink and white hearts in all sizes to place all around the box even the bottom.  Do you remember picking out what valentine went to what kid. especially what boy. If it was a boy you did not like is would be a neutral one and if it was a boy you did like it would be one that said B MINE or UR SO CUTE.  I had a male 6th grade teacher who I loved not had a crush on loved just loved. I spent hours trying to come up with a gift for Mr. Crane that would tell him just how much I loved that he was my teacher.  I cannot remember what I ended up giving him but, I do remember his big smile when he got it. He also gave me a hug and told me Thank You Very much I will treasure this.  This is one of the first years since my kids have been in school that one of them has had to make a valentine box. And of course it is the boy so.... We wrapped it in red contraction paper and cut out white hearts to go on it .  We used some scrapbook letters to put his name in red on the top and put cars and Hershey kisses on it. He really is proud of it. The oldest spent at least an hour picking which cards went to who at school and church but did not really want to give one to her teacher. The little girl got tired of writing her name after just a few and wanted to just write her initials M.E..  I told her she had to write her whole name on her ones for school but the ones she sent to nanny and papa and grandpa she could do as she wanted. So she did.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines to all ,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;T.H, K.H., A.H., J.H. and M.E..&lt;br /&gt;R U  2 CUTE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1521664536611061669?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1521664536611061669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1521664536611061669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1521664536611061669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1521664536611061669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-memories.html' title='Valentine memories'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7098890183611181615</id><published>2009-01-10T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:09:24.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart This Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Kearsmom sent me this nice little "I heart your blog" along with these questions I am supposed to answer with one word. Then I am supposed to pass it on. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;em&gt;pocket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Vans&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. Your mother? &lt;em&gt;vicki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. Your favorite thing? &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? &lt;em&gt;GODSPLAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. Your hobby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. Your fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. Where do you want to be in six years? &lt;em&gt;raptured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confrontational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;15. One of your wish list items? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disneyvacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? &lt;em&gt;vacuumed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? &lt;em&gt;sweatsuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;21. Your computer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;22. Your mood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happytired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;23. Missing someone? &lt;em&gt;yep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;26. Favorite store? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hobbylobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;27. Your Summer? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;28. Love someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;31. Last time you cried?&lt;em&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby pass this award on to....&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;well everyone I know has already done it so????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7098890183611181615?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7098890183611181615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7098890183611181615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7098890183611181615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7098890183611181615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-heart-this-blog.html' title='I Heart This Blog!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-117009512105794288</id><published>2009-01-09T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:55:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery List</title><content type='html'>I have been out of town for a few days and began this morning to make a grocery list.  I soon realized that we were out of everything! Depleted resources in all cabinets sinks and laundry room, almost empty  Then I began my quiet time and soon realized that my life is so much like my grocery list, I need everything. everything He has.  If we could "shop" for the attributes of God we need each day what would I choose?  So I picked up my bible and quickly found just a few of the things that are available at God's endless "store" of resources.  In Psalms 18 it says "God is our rock, our fortress, our deliverer.  He is our mountain in whom we can seek refuge.  He is the shield, The horn of our salvation, our stronghold."  Wow! what would I pick? What would I choose today?  What "shelf " would I go to first? Is it that simple?  Can I just pick up the few things I need? Of course not! God says he will give us ALL we ever dreamed or imagined. He knows what we need to pick up.   He knows what I need for each day.   I can come to Him with my list and He will give me the exact portions of what I need.  I just have to sit at His feet and listen and He can fill my cart full of all I will need to face this day. Patience yes, hope Yes, love , peace, kindness, YES yes Yes!  I am so glad God sees the details of my life . My groceries lists, laundry and all.  I am so thankful that He knows how to fill me up so I can overflow or as a speaker from the conference told us yesterday "slosh out" on the people around me with his love and grace.  I want His fullness in my "cart " of life.  I want Him to fill me up!  Give Him your grocery list He will fill your order to perfection more than you even dreamed or imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-117009512105794288?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117009512105794288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=117009512105794288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/117009512105794288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/117009512105794288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/grocery-list.html' title='Grocery List'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8697202640569137110</id><published>2009-01-03T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:12:52.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year!!</title><content type='html'>I have so many things I am thankful for in 2008, too many to list them all.  But, a few would be my dads health, my new home, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubby's&lt;/span&gt; new job and our fun new dog.  I am thankful the time I have had to spend with my niece and nephew and family. I have been blessed with a great job and kind friends.  I also am thankful for a fantastic church family ! Overall we have been blessed beyond measure and I have no real complaints! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the new year I have many new things to look forward to.  A new start on projects that did not get completed in the last  year! A renewed joy in discovering all that this upcoming year has for me and my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8697202640569137110?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8697202640569137110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8697202640569137110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8697202640569137110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8697202640569137110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3513944499765153004</id><published>2009-01-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:40:01.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3513944499765153004?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3513944499765153004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3513944499765153004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3513944499765153004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3513944499765153004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4078224191908434504</id><published>2008-12-22T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:31:31.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEs She is 7!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SU-ygvv_-xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oPrhYxx5V2g/s1600-h/elyssbday08+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SU-ygvv_-xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oPrhYxx5V2g/s200/elyssbday08+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637163572230930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SU-yHDtiajI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ztRU2pm6Lbs/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SU-yHDtiajI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ztRU2pm6Lbs/s200/P1010124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282636722254015026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born into a  family with a 3 year old sister and an almost 2 year old brother. She cried to hear her own voice as a baby, she had a cute bob hair cut as a toddler and began very young having great comedic timing and saying the greatest things. She has a 1000 faces and a large following of fans. She loves Fancy Nancy Books, pink anything, accessories and anything that sparkles.   She is such a joy to hang out with and I think she is beautiful.  I cannot believe she is seven and the time has gone so quickly.  I really want it to slow down since she is the baby of our family.  Happy Birthday M.E. You are a wonderful Christmas gift  . We love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4078224191908434504?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4078224191908434504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4078224191908434504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4078224191908434504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4078224191908434504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-she-is-7.html' title='YEs She is 7!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SU-ygvv_-xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oPrhYxx5V2g/s72-c/elyssbday08+%286%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4645715769707500782</id><published>2008-12-10T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:42:02.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Christmas, Time is here.........</title><content type='html'>WOW! Where has the time gone. It seems like only yesterday was Thanksgiving now what 15 days till Christmas. I cannot seem to get it all done. I am sure it has nothing to do with my short stay in the hospital or the fact that it seems every one of my kids teachers expect that we have loads of time to do big projects right now,pick out science fair projects or read 23 books.  But i really am not complaining I am just so happy that as of right this minute everyone is healthy and that we are in our own house this year for Christmas.  I am so thankful for all the blessings I will not complain . Well... at least not a whole lot. I hope you and your have a VERY MERRY CHRIST-CENTERED CHRISTMAS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4645715769707500782?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4645715769707500782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4645715769707500782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4645715769707500782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4645715769707500782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas, Christmas, Time is here.........'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4402249772093560952</id><published>2008-11-09T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:29:55.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That all to Familiar Feeling</title><content type='html'>Two of my favorite movies are Father of the Bride 1 &amp;amp; 2.  In that movie Steve Martin states that he does things and says things for his daughter that hurts him but is what is best for her.  I had one of those moments this week with my youngest.  She wore a cheap Halloween necklace to school on Tuesday.  When she got home she said she had LEFT it at school. I told her that was OK just get it the next day.  On Thursday I was working with her on some homework and she mentioned that she had to walk AGAIN at recess to get her necklace back.  WHAT???? I confronted her in a calm rational manner and asked what had really happened to her necklace. She then told me she had gotten her necklace taken away for talking and playing with it.  I then asked her if she thought what she had done all week was lying? She started to cry and said yes and that she had lied because she thought daddy would spank her alot and that we would not love her anymore.  (Where do kids get that idea?) I reassured her that we would always love her no matter what but that she would have to go to bed early that night.  You would have thought I had beat her.  I got that all to familiar feeling that I was doing what was best for her but painful for me too.  When the night came and she bravely crawled into her bed holding back tears till I turned out the light and she began to softly cry.  While we stayed up and few minutes with the other two and got them ready I could hear her softly crying. OUCH!!! Very Painful for me!!!  Well her dad and we went in and kissed her and prayed with her. After prayers she said I will not lie again and she KNEW we loved her because we care!!! Yes!!! All to familiar pain for me but we taught her a lesson that night. I hope it sticks cuz' I don't like that all too familiar feeling!!!!!  (By the way her dad did NOT spank her at all and her also told her we would always love her no matter what.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4402249772093560952?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4402249772093560952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4402249772093560952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4402249772093560952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4402249772093560952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-all-to-familiar-feeling.html' title='That all to Familiar Feeling'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4987183315871682153</id><published>2008-10-22T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:35:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already!!!</title><content type='html'>There are many things in this world I have had enough of.! Long waits at the doctors offices, long lines at the checkout, real in your face liberals, disobedient children, sickness of any kind, a crazy economy and well ELECTION COVERAGE!!! I know there are only a few days left and we have to get all we can in but enough already!!!! I have made up my mind and I hope most people have by now. We all know enough about all the candidates to make an informed decision I HOPE!!! and I want life back to normal no more mean political commercials no more interrupting my shows election coverage just normal. That includes the normal stock market. I am sorry if some of you want to continue to her these things my suggestion is sure keep it coming on one channel in one newscast and CNN, not interrupting my funny shows that make my life better cause I can laugh instead of cry or be mad. Its just my opinion!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4987183315871682153?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4987183315871682153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4987183315871682153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4987183315871682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4987183315871682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-303490718492718057</id><published>2008-10-12T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:59:50.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb things I do!</title><content type='html'>I do lots of dumb things!!! I know that no big surprise but ,my obsessive compulsive self has done it this time! I always clean out the children's closets and change out their summer clothes for some fall ones. Well in doing so I ran across a birthday present Jake was given last year that had not been opened completely and certainly not played with. He was very eager for me to open and "play" with him. It was a build it yourself Lego car Ferrari. Thousands of pieces and a 56 page instruction booklet. My hubby who has built some of these in his day but was out for the afternoon at work and so I took if upon myself to complete this "play time".  Well after 4 hours and a lot of frustration I reached the point to put on the final touches! The wheel won't fit, the mirrors have no place to connect and the kids really want me to finish his car!!!!! I am so dumb!!! I love puzzles but I should have known better when I saw this thing to know I would need a boy to help. I have never built anything important with Lego's in my life!!! DUH!!!! So if anyone reading this wants to come help me fix it so he can have a proper Lego Ferrari feel free! (by the way if anyone reading this is the one who gave him this gift it is not that it is not liked or appreciated it was put in storage and sealed until I pulled out his fall clothes box he Really does love it!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-303490718492718057?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/303490718492718057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=303490718492718057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/303490718492718057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/303490718492718057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/dumb-things-i-do.html' title='Dumb things I do!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2656049249826181579</id><published>2008-10-01T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:57:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Already!!!!!</title><content type='html'>No one is either reading my blog ever or no one is commenting!  OK ALREADY !!! I need some feedback, love  holla back now ya'll ya hear!!!!   And in case any of you want to come visitin' my hacienda.... my cookie jar is always full, I got plenty of pumpkin cinnamon soap, and I would love to have an excuse to make some more pumpkin chocolate chip cake or ooey gooey pumpkin cake so give me a shout!!! Also I will introduce you to my trainer on WII Fit and she can kick your butt too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Southernutahgirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2656049249826181579?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2656049249826181579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2656049249826181579' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2656049249826181579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2656049249826181579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-already.html' title='OK Already!!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6689797241328785069</id><published>2008-09-19T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:12:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes she is???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I never have this much to say but after trying to straighten up this morning I realized something. My youngest daughter is a slob!!!! not a cant keep it tidy kind of slob but a full out, don't care slob! I can clean her room with her and in 2 minutes it looks like I never stepped in there. I am convinced that when she is 18 I will be still cleaning out gobs of pink toothpaste out of her sink, picking up melted candy and wrappers off her floor and picking up parts of 15 toys and games from every corner of the house.  I know that if she ever moves into her own dorm or apartment there will be a roach and rat problem and her poor roommate will want to kill her for leaving the dirty dishes in the sink for a month and her dirty clothes in the den and candy wrappers in the bath tub! She only wants to have fun and any kind of cleaning up would so get in the way of that. how dare it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6689797241328785069?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6689797241328785069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6689797241328785069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6689797241328785069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6689797241328785069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yes-she-is.html' title='Oh Yes she is???!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5984346735687540727</id><published>2008-09-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:05:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy September!!!</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you who don't know,I LOVE FALL!!!! Where I grew up it was the best!!! We had cool sweater,light jacket weather. great colors on leaves, cookouts in the canyons at night, great fall concerts in the mountains and fun haunted houses to go to and to work in.  In the south it still get cool but does not stay that way before it is hot again but the leaves still change some but not as vibrantly. This time of year makes me miss living in the mountains, but I love the south ! I wish I could visit where I grew up without having to fly to get there. Oh well. I still love fall and hope it stays cool at least for a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5984346735687540727?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5984346735687540727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5984346735687540727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5984346735687540727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5984346735687540727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-september.html' title='Happy September!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1891622408464731145</id><published>2008-09-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:14:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Lots of things in my life make me happy. Kids, hubby, job, friend, movies, books, Most of all JESUS!!! But there was one happy day that stand out in my mind and will forever. I had this friend who let me get really close to her while she was pregnant. I had never been up close and personal with anyone pregnant and she let me ask questions and learn a great deal about what all it was going to take when it was my turn.  But then one day I truly don't remember how she got there I just remember her being in the hospital in pain. hubby at her side and all the family present.  I remember my hubby giving her hubby a small break so he could walk out of the room and get some air. And she squeezed his hand so tight he thought she broke it!!! And then a cry a loud one and a Big Beautiful baby boy!!  I remember thinking WOW that is so worth it!!! And that she was so lucky!!! Well I loved that boy from the beginning from the 1st minute I held him and that was 13 years ago tomorrow!!! Happy birthday JMatt!! I love ya!!! (And give your mom a break she will probably cry at some time today!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1891622408464731145?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1891622408464731145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1891622408464731145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1891622408464731145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1891622408464731145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2115558983191642988</id><published>2008-08-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:40:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of Things!!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all a shout out to all my friends who send me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; messages and phone messages about my b-day!!! It is nice to be loved!!!!! I had a GREAT birthday!!! My hubby saw to it that we had a family fun weekend in Memphis!!! I got to take the kids riding on the trolley on Friday and we saw the Peabody ducks and a great deal of historical sites. We attended a Red birds baseball game!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we got up and had a GREAT breakfast for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; of you who don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE BREAKFAST FOODS!!! I had freshly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Belgian&lt;/span&gt; waffle with strawberries and bacon, grits, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sausage,&lt;/span&gt; and fresh fruit. Little man even ate a whole big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; and fresh fruit too!!! Then we got to take the kids to GRACELAND!!! My oldest was so star stuck she listened to every possible part you could on the tour and was so excited I did not think she would make it though it! Little man can even tell you some historical facts about Elvis and his life!!! The hubby also took me shopping on Saturday and we all went to see the Rebels play! WHICH WE WON!!!!!! We did play well  but we still need some work, especially the Defense.  Although this birthday included none of the usual birthday stuff cake, candles, parties, balloons and presents it was such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;a joy&lt;/span&gt; to have time away with my family. I loved watching everyone have so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second I did something I have never done before..... I shopped for groceries for a whole month at one time. It really made me sick to see the bill but at the same time It feels so good to be prepared!!! If you  do not know me well I love to be prepared!! I love to get things done ahead of time. I love to finish one box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pop tarts&lt;/span&gt; and have another one ready in my cabinet if we need more. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; strange to some but I like to get it done fast and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. (I know how that sounded) Hopefully this will work for us Of course we will buy fresh bread and milk and eggs but we should not need much else.  And if I want to have company I can without panicking. cool at least to me it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2115558983191642988?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2115558983191642988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2115558983191642988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2115558983191642988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2115558983191642988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/couple-of-things.html' title='Couple of Things!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4912211841078434123</id><published>2008-08-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:18:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Love</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to the "kind ones" classroom to meet with his teacher have her explain every day math to me and see how the class generally runs.  First let me say I LOVE HER!!!! She loves to teach. She was enthusiastic even at 7pm at night after teaching all day, and took time after her presentation to speak with all of us standing around. She always spoke positive even in relating problems with parents. And I think I understand everyday math now wow!!!  Any way here is where I was blown away. I went out to see the new P.E. room and met with his SPED teachers whom I also really love. I had only met this teacher one time before on open house night the day before school started. We met her as a family and "The Thinker" did not  seem particularly interested. Apparently I  read her wrong.  I found out tonight that she goes by his SPED teacher everyday, hugs her and asks how he is doing in class.  The Sped teacher tells me that she also watches to make sure he get to class. This is truly out of her way to do this . she could so just walk right to class and not even stop. She could talk to her age friends and not even bother but she does. WOW!!! Of all the times I have said she does not even like him I now she she secretly must really love him. She goes out of her way each day to make sure he is taken care of. Something I cannot do . I am truly touched and proud of her Of course she obviously does not want me to know she does this so for all who are reading it is a SECRET Love.  And I am writing it down to remind myself when she does and says things about him that make me think otherwise.  I only hope it will continue as they grow older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4912211841078434123?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4912211841078434123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4912211841078434123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4912211841078434123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4912211841078434123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-love.html' title='Secret Love'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4993287246381448675</id><published>2008-08-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:42:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Something to Say!!!!</title><content type='html'>Either by user error or blog gremlins I have not been able to post, use my user name when posting a a comment or anything!!! So Finally I can say something but where to start.... School has begun kids are Crazy, hubby is traveling much less. My own personal vacations are coming soon!!!! And all is generally as it should be.  Just wondering a few things I thought you could all tell me.&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your go to comfort food? When everything goes pear shaped in your world what do you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;2. Does anyone understand the new "everyday math thing my kids are doing in school? and if so could you PLEASE, PLEASE,  EXPLAIN IT TO ME????&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do rainy days make you sleepy more than sunny ones??&lt;br /&gt;4. Does anyone like peanut butter on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; blueberry muffins like I do?&lt;br /&gt;5. Can anyone tell me what makes the Olympics so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;addicting&lt;/span&gt; to watch I cannot turn it off no matter how tired I am???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4993287246381448675?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4993287246381448675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4993287246381448675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4993287246381448675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4993287246381448675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-something-to-say.html' title='Finally Something to Say!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3702754351346269527</id><published>2008-07-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:40:40.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things</title><content type='html'>There are are many things in my life I love and use frequently but, these are the top five I am truly addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Herbal Essence Body Envy hair mousse&lt;br /&gt;2. Listerine vanilla mint flavor&lt;br /&gt;3. Bath and Body works hand soap &amp;amp; lotions&lt;br /&gt;4. Columbian Coffee&lt;br /&gt;5. SWEET TEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you whats your top five?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3702754351346269527?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3702754351346269527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3702754351346269527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3702754351346269527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3702754351346269527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-things.html' title='5 things'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-9004427993787900279</id><published>2008-07-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:38:13.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving MR Daisy!</title><content type='html'>I drove my dad and three kids 8 hours to Florida to  a family reunion this weekend.  We stay with my dads brother 2 days and his sister 2 days . It is usually quite fun and we even get to have some beach time.  Well there will probably be several parts to this story but this one is the most recent and probably interesting.  As we began to drive home I started not to feel very well.My hubby claims this happens every time we travel and I am beginning to think he is right.  Anyway we had to stop several more times than usual and I just was not paying attention as much as I usually do.  As we were crossing Alabama we had stopped yet again and were Way behind schedule. Daddy has to get places in a certain amount of time. He is very uptight about this. We pulled out of a gas station and began down the road again. I hit resume on the cruise control and started into traffic. We had just passed a construction starts here sign speeding fines doubled when I saw him. A Bear! No not a real on the blue light special kind. I knew it when I passed him and began saying He got me!!! He got ME!!!   He whipped around his patrol car and turned on his lights I pulled over and he passed me. WHEW!! Or so I thought. Mr Daisy Or dad in the seat next to me says. He is gong to get both of you. Me and the SUV in front of me.  Well he was right as he pulled over that car he stood in the middle of the road and flagged me over too!!!  I immediately and getting out my drivers license and proof of insurance. I then rolled down my window as he approached . He says whats your hurry? In a high squeaky voice I say we are driving home from a family reunion. He says how long you been running behind them ? Dad says since the town just behind us.  I was just sitting there shaking . The officer Highway patrolman to be exact, says OK sit here for a minute,  He then proceeds to his car with the other large angry lady following him to his front seat. She is shaking her head and finger at him.  I see them in his patrol car as he points to his radar and discusses in length this matter with her. While this is gong on I start counting out loud. 12,13,14 15...... 22 I say to dad. In the 22 years I have been driving I have NEVER been stopped. No tickets, not even a wreck that was my fault. I then think oh no !! my hubby is gonna have real good time with this one. He calls me grandma  behind the wheel.  The patrolman steps out of his car and starts walking toward me.  Dad says I think you are gonna be ok. I smile at the patrol man as he approaches.  He says I never do this but, (long pause) since you were honest with me and did not give me some lame excuse as to why you were driving so fast like some people did. I will let you off with a warning.  But please slow down there are construction guys out here and I do not want them to get hurt. This would have been a $200.00 ticket. Thanks so much !!! I say this over and over again. As l pull off  I set my cruise at 45 and we drive that way a long time until I see the sign  that tells me I can go 70 again. Whew!!!!! This is only one of the things I learned on this trip driving MR daisy. More to come later!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-9004427993787900279?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9004427993787900279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=9004427993787900279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/9004427993787900279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/9004427993787900279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving-mr-daisy.html' title='Driving MR Daisy!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2253049693656512046</id><published>2008-07-13T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:01:30.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Well I was told that I really need to update the blog so here goes.I have not written much cuz' No one ever comments so I don't feel like anyone even reads it.  We are still busy in the summer sun!  Swimming, Sweating and Sweltering.!!  Hubby is traveling a bunch and we are all missing him.   I am kinda ready to get back in the routine with school not the getting up part but the predictable schedule part.  Knowing where and when I can get things done like work, errands without kiddos. Not that I don't like having them around I love it but sometimes I feel like they get in the way of me doing my best. I guess that applies mostly to work.  I feel bad making them run errands all day instead of playing or doing other fun stuff. I would love a whole day at home with nothing to go do. Here would be my ideal day everyone home, nothing to do, rain falling softly outside, something cooking we can munch on all day long, nothing I have to fuss over. board games, movies and snuggly couch time. No phone calls No internet, No family crisis and peaceful interactive kids willing to listen and get along.  True quality time!!! I know really strange???? what would your ideal day be???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2253049693656512046?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2253049693656512046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2253049693656512046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2253049693656512046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2253049693656512046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3622325447760669594</id><published>2008-06-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:22:53.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Summer</title><content type='html'>There are so many reasons I love summer. the first of which is that I am finally warm. I hate to be cold. And I love the sunshine!!!! It makes me happy!!! WOW that reminds me of a song by John Denver. I also love to grill out everything. I grill a good bit even in the winter but int he summer everything I can fit on a grill goes any kind of meat &amp;amp; veggies  and if I could find a way to make a dessert on it I would.  But that is another thing I love about summer Homemade Ice cream. I have made Chocolate ice cream already twice this summer. I need a good banana ice cream recipe with NO raw eggs in it. I don't do the raw eggs thing in ice cream. Weird I know.  I also love vacations!!!! we are leaving on one tomorrow. I love sand and surf the smell of suntan lotion and tons of sea shells. I love my tan kids (which came about through 30 sunscreen) and their happy faces as they splash in the pools and ocean water.  I love that there is not such a strict schedule and that I can be more fun!! Not such a stickler for time, bed time, getup time, activity time.  And on a final note my 1st Born's birthday is in the summer. and yes she turned the BIG 10!!!! So I have to give her a shout out!!! She rocks!!!  She is smart funny and loves people and animals with her whole heart. She is a completely loyal friend. Yes I can see where as she gets older this is going to get a lot harder I hope she will talk more to me than ever and remain true to who God made her to be.  So that is just a few reasons I love summer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3622325447760669594?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3622325447760669594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3622325447760669594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3622325447760669594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3622325447760669594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-summer.html' title='Why I Love Summer'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-9157548881415109330</id><published>2008-06-07T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:45:06.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it! I survived another year of children camp. I did more than survived, I LOVED IT!!! iGod was the theme. We learned 15 names for God and where they could be found in the bible and how we call on His name in times of need.  No major illnesses. No major difficulties and a great week. Now we head into a week of VBS.  Totally different gears with the same goal. Teach kids about God. So as we saddle up we covet your prayers for a good turn out, soft hearts and lots of energy to do what needs to be done. And to stay focused on the goal.    JUST FOR THE RECORD I LOVE SUMMER! MORE ON THAT TO COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-9157548881415109330?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9157548881415109330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=9157548881415109330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/9157548881415109330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/9157548881415109330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp.html' title='CAMP!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-837010093621917134</id><published>2008-05-21T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:42:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Daily Basis</title><content type='html'>On a daily Basis.... I get up way too early, fix 1 glass of orange juice,1 glass of apple juice, 1 glass of ice water, 6 mini pancakes, and one cup of cheerios or fruit loops, 2 cups of coffee one with lots of sugar and creamer and one black. 3 snack bags with snacks, 3 juice boxes, 3 chips, 2 sweets, one package of PB crackers, one bag of wheat thins, one sandwich or lunchable, 3 napkins with notes written on them. I help brush 2 girls hair and fix 1 with something sparkly, make 1boys hair lay down. I help button 1 mans dress shirt sleeves. and feed and water 1 dog. take 1 shower and dress 1 lady. Drive 3 kids 2 school ,wave at 5 teachers who all know me by name. I drop off one mans dress shirts at the cleaners, and go to 1 job.  I fix numerous problems,  &amp;amp;  pray numerous times.  I clean 2 houses weekly, do about 12 loads of laundry, sweep 10 times a week. Talk to one old man 8 times a day and 1 young man 4 times daily.  Pick up 3 kids from school, Cook 5 dinners a week and 1 dog again each night. WOW! I am tired!!!! But today all that changes. NO MORE SCHOOL!!!!  Our daily routine changes.  We will leave old friends &amp;amp; familiarity. And move to new school, new teachers, new friends, and new principals. With that comes new adventures and new things God can teach us through change that he cannot teach us any other way. Sweet time relying on him for our steps as they are unfamiliar and a little scary. But teaching our children how God can use these circumstances to bring about great things He has in store for them. Although our daily routine may change HE never Does!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-837010093621917134?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/837010093621917134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=837010093621917134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/837010093621917134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/837010093621917134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-daily-basis.html' title='On a Daily Basis'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1461816468350828572</id><published>2008-05-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:09:02.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Good than Bad</title><content type='html'>Good that the sun is shining!&lt;br /&gt;Good that my dad is home on his own and doing well!&lt;br /&gt;Good that little bit was sick for a very short time!&lt;br /&gt;Good that I got to spend quality and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quantity&lt;/span&gt; time with my kids and friends at Pepsi Pops on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Good that my hubby is going to be home all week.&lt;br /&gt;Good that little man met his AR goal and is still loving school&lt;br /&gt;Good that I will get to see my niece and nefew soon.&lt;br /&gt;Good that camp details are coming together&lt;br /&gt;Good that I have good friends and an awesome family&lt;br /&gt;Good that I had a good hair day!&lt;br /&gt;Bad that the oldest is under the weather today&lt;br /&gt;Bad that she will miss doing horses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad that our pastor is going in view of a call&lt;br /&gt;Good that we will get to see God work in ways we have not even thought of as we seek His direction.&lt;br /&gt;Good that we have a pastor that seeks Gods face in all he does even when it is hard and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Good that we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of sitting under his leadership for 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;God is Good all the TIME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1461816468350828572?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1461816468350828572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1461816468350828572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1461816468350828572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1461816468350828572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-good-than-bad.html' title='More Good than Bad'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1101526459228769834</id><published>2008-05-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:20:52.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY</title><content type='html'>Well there are a lot of goings on in May. I have to tell you it is my least favorite month. As a matter of fact I hate it!!! It holds lots of bad memories for me. Twenty years ago on May 7th my mom came home from a hospital very sick on the 9th she died. Then a week later that year mothers day came and went. 3 weeks later I went with my dad to disability court so he could get disability retirement.  Basically they have to prove you can never do any job worth while, it is very humiliating and I wish that no one would ever have to go.  I had my first bad car wreck in May and it also is the end of school. Usually this last one does not upset me at all but this year it is different. I am going to be changing school with my children. Yes it was my choice to move but I am sad I have to leave some of their friends and mine behind. I love that almost all of the teachers know me personally. The principal calls me by name. The school secretary also knows all of my kids by name and likes them. I can go into any of my kids classes and help when i want to. And it is close to the park and the fire station.  I am also super busy with getting ready for camp and VBS which is not a bad thing just a busy thing.  I have been told recently I am like Eeyore. I am going to try and get rid of that reputation. After the month of May is over I will do much better. I hope :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1101526459228769834?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1101526459228769834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1101526459228769834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1101526459228769834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1101526459228769834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/may.html' title='MAY'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6906549803606430430</id><published>2008-05-06T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:30:36.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get by with a little help from my friends!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad I have friends. They keep me in check! They point out my faults lovingly, they listen to me even when I ramble and they take care of me when I need to get away. A shout out goes out to 2 friends in particular who buy tickets, snacks, drinks and save seats just so I can go to the movies on time!  I also want to call on my friends that if in the future I should be hospitalized or when I get old in the nursing home. I want my hair cut and styled daily NOT once a week. I want some one to sneak in good food to me along with chocolate cake. And make sure I am not put in  a moo moo dress.  And please make sure I don't stink!!!! I want to smell like warm vanilla sugar or sweet pea anything but well you get the point. And Again Thanks  to all of you!! Leave me comment and remind me who all my friends are:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6906549803606430430?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6906549803606430430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6906549803606430430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6906549803606430430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6906549803606430430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html' title='I get by with a little help from my friends!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2957368979446175010</id><published>2008-05-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:26:57.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it hurts so bad you just can't cry???</title><content type='html'>We have long awaited the arrival of a dear friends new baby horse. One that would be a little bit of Star and a little bit of Tex. Her family has stayed up late, rearranged schedules and put in long hours watching a stall camera waiting.....but To make a long painful story short the baby was breech , the mothers pelvis too small and nature took over. The story I have been told is as follows. After many painful hours for our friends, a neighbor and 2 vets the baby was delivered stillborn by c-section and the mother was in bad shape.  Star was the sweetest horse in the bunch and that saying a lot because they are all sweet. She was bananas favorite, a family favorite, and even the vets daughter favorite.  She was a great mother to Grace and delivered with no big problems last time.  She was in a stall next to another expecting mother named Charade.  After mother and baby passed the other horses paid their respects Grace sniffed and said goodbye to mama, Charade howled in the next stall and The B family cried we all did except one.  When I told my oldest the horse loving child that this had occurred she said nothing. She asked how and does this ever happen to people but never cried.  I was so prepared for big water works and wailing. But she did nothing she went to dinner, church, came home &amp;amp; still nothing.  When I asked she said "I am sad momma" as I put her in bed but so unlike her not to cry.  I myself had already cried a couple of times (which I hate to do ) but she had nothing.  I got ready for bed and just about 10:00 she tip toed in. It had been hours since she heard this news and she even looked like maybe she had already been asleep but, when I looked at her I knew. I told her to climb up in bed with me she looked up at me and let it go. Now this one does not cry quietly she cries with everything inside of her. So I just held her as she did so Finally!  And when it had settled down about an hour later she says "sometimes it hurts so bad you just can't cry"  I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2957368979446175010?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2957368979446175010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2957368979446175010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2957368979446175010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2957368979446175010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-it-hurts-so-bad-you-just-cant.html' title='Sometimes it hurts so bad you just can&apos;t cry???'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3818451634872602803</id><published>2008-04-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:36:18.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up</title><content type='html'>As a follow up to the Amputee, she found the hidden doll in the garage and asked her big sister if it was hers since it had no feet. I then was forced to tell her the truth. She took it much better than I expected. She said I want to play with her anyway no feet and all. She is a trip.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another story on her.......&lt;br /&gt; While we were watching one of our favorite movies the other day "Cheaper by the Dozen 2" the scene came on when Nora one of the married older girls has a baby.  Little bits brother asked her how do those babies get out anyway. The six year old promptly told him that "it jumps out of your girl parts." To which he said EWWWWW!!! and Hubby and I laughed. I have to be careful she is going to educate way too many, way too fast. Hope everyone has a blessed DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3818451634872602803?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3818451634872602803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3818451634872602803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3818451634872602803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3818451634872602803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/follow-up.html' title='Follow up'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1911346450779666768</id><published>2008-04-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:41:14.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-21-2000</title><content type='html'>On a bright spring dad I got up very early, took a shower and nervously got dressed. I was  anticipating the events the lie ahead of me.  I was wondering will it hurt as much as it did last time? will he be healthy and will I be o.k.? We got in the car and we spoke a few nervous words to each other as we drove. My stomach growled out loud and we laughed.  It was still dark outside and everything seemed so still at that time in the morning.  I heard a few distant birds sing as we walked in.  I could smell everything from someones morning coffee to the cleaning solution on the floors.  She began with the phrase one big stick, I winced in pain.  He held my hand and said it is for a good cause hang on.  She completedher paperwork and did what else she needed to and told me to get comfortable it was going to be awhile.  We watched some TV and tried to not focus on the pain.  I was thirsty but given nothing to drink. He said he was going to walk out for just a few minutes to drink hiscoffee so as to not tempt me. I smiled but in my mind wanted him to stay.  He was only gone a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity.  When he returned the pain deepened.  I took deep breaths he was so encouraging trying not to say too much and always smiling. I wondered how my girl was doing at a friends house they were going on an Easter egg hunt that day. I knew she was in good hands but I missed her and wanted her to come back to me soon.  As the pain came and went I held on to that the end result was well worth it all.  He came in in his white coat and big grin he said things are going great as the water ran down my legs.  He called for pain relief to come and it did.  It came too fast and toomuch they had to hurry and get something to make it slow down. It was scary for a few minutes I could not feel myself breathe things got kinda dark.  He never left my side telling me keep your eyes open hang on they are fixing it.  I relaxed some as things came back into focus. I got more nervous as lunch approached and people started to come in with a intent purpose. One was getting blue draping out one was pulling the bed apart and one was making the light come out of the ceiling. He came in and said it is time! The sun shone through the window so bright I knew it was a gift .  I hurt but still did as I was told PUSH they said don't stop. Come on Momma!!! I yelped and everyone CHEERED!!! IT A BOY!!!   He cried ,I cried and Jake cried IT was the Best sound ever. 8LB 6 oz. Healthy and big.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were worth every minute of that experience I cannot believe it has been 8 years. You are such a joy to me you are a gift . Thanks for being such a special part of our lives We love you. Happy birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1911346450779666768?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1911346450779666768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1911346450779666768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1911346450779666768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1911346450779666768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-21-2000.html' title='4-21-2000'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5518816409804757406</id><published>2008-04-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:30:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amputee</title><content type='html'>Ok for those of you who don't know it we have a new dog. She is a a mini schnauzer and she is something of well a "brat".  She is sweet and is really no trouble. She rarely barks, does not beg at the table, is crate trained and at night loves to cuddle but..... When I got in the shower today she decided to take it on herself to go find one of E's favorite angelcake doll and chew her feet off. My 1st reaction was to beat the dog if I could catch her then great sadness came over me as I envisioned the sad face ??? what to do ??? So I call K and he says throw it away and don't tell her.   Which I thought of too but, when I got to the trash I could not so it. she loves that doll would it really matter if it had feet or not?  I mean we have a Grandpa who now has not toes could we use it as a lesson??? But will she hate the dog??  Will people who see her playing with he doll think I am sick?? or we are so poor we cannot give her whole toys??? So at the advice of a friend I kept it hidden in the garage and we will see if she asks for it. I will take any suggestions any one has on what to do with the amputee???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5518816409804757406?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5518816409804757406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5518816409804757406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5518816409804757406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5518816409804757406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/amputee.html' title='The Amputee'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5810005052767539183</id><published>2008-04-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:39.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our BUSY Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SAdX7FT3lUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UZ3BoPrH0xM/s1600-h/queencity+horse+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SAdX7FT3lUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UZ3BoPrH0xM/s200/queencity+horse+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190213768117196098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy! Busy! BUSY! we have been so busy! Beginning when the oldest went to her 1st ever AMHR American Minature horse registered show. The Queen city Classic. She got to miss a day of school and spend lots of quality time with dad and our dear friends. She had a blast she learned what it was like to be in the "big shows" and how the pros do it like MS.J &amp;amp; MS.B. She came home with lots of ribbons some blue, some red, and some yellow but, learned great life lessons on how to face down your fears, work even when your horse won't and how to enjoy time with family. But the fun does not stop there we will be at a "little" show this weekend learning and playing some more so hold on to your hats!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man and I got to spend some quality time together to at the mother &amp;amp; Son ball game. He loved it !! we got to eat peanuts &amp;amp; dippin dots, watch people run around in big plastic eye balls and see fantastic fire works. A great time was had by all except BB lost her phone:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a birthday coming up and we are in the middle of picking out presents and making goody bags. I love my kids birthdays even when one is fixing to be 8 and I don't want him to grow up anymore. But it is still fun!!! And our little J-,man in the delta is having a birthday too Happy number 2 dude!!!! We love you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the little man has decided he likes horses so much he wants to follow in big sisters foot steps and work on maybe showing horses too??? We will see, this is huge for him since he does not even like most animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5810005052767539183?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5810005052767539183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5810005052767539183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5810005052767539183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5810005052767539183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-busy-life.html' title='Our BUSY Life!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/SAdX7FT3lUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UZ3BoPrH0xM/s72-c/queencity+horse+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3544752492626530847</id><published>2008-04-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:14:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Unrelated Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thought #1 What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; at the toothbrush testing factory came up with the kids spinning toothbrushes that have great kids characters (like astronauts for example) that have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; screw in the back that has to be undone to replace the batteries? With kids that seems to occur every other week. And no screwdriver made fits into that little hole !! just a question ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #2 Why is it that the child who eats nothing but chicken, cereal and fruit has healthy blood work and looks great on paper but cannot quit coughing? I know I paid $80.00 for him to say allergies but really???? I eat fruit and vegetables meat and dairy and my blood work is probably awful???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #3 Am I the only one who goes through a time when certain shows make you extremely happy even to know that they are coming on??? Like after I had #1 child I could not get enough of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emeril&lt;/span&gt;" cooking shows. I would watch them over and over. With child #2 it was "Baywatch" ( i know don't laugh) With child #3 it was reruns of "90210" and " my so called life". Now it is " The Office" and the new season of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deadliest&lt;/span&gt; catch" and "Dancing with the stars" &amp;amp; "Idol". I heard some friend talking about "Boston legal" and it seems like that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; show??? Just asking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought # 4 I am so proud of # 1 child she is at a horse show this weekend .I am proud she loves horses and has a great family who shares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; horses with her so she can use her God given gift with animals. Pray for safety and a fun learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the subject of prayer remember a friend of a friend this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; they will have to bury &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; 7 week old boy on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. He had so many health problems I won't go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; them all . They did all they could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;repairing&lt;/span&gt; holes in his heart and everything. I know they would appreciate your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3544752492626530847?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3544752492626530847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3544752492626530847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3544752492626530847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3544752492626530847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/completely-unseqwayed-thoughts.html' title='Completely Unrelated Thoughts'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3727736151604852915</id><published>2008-04-04T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:48:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming the Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"The tongue  also is a fire, a WORLD of evil among the parts of the body.  It CORRUPT S  the whole person, can set the whole course of his life on fire, and it itself set on fire by Hell." James 3:6NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have read the posts of others discussing how their mouths got them in trouble. I knew in my heart that my mouth was getting me in trouble also but, was way too ashamed to admit it.  I have a knack of saying the wrong things especially to the little people in my house.  Unfortunately my oldest child seems to catch the brunt of it. And yesterday she caught it all.  She came home saying that she did not have ANY homework. I reminded her of a huge project due April 25th that we WOULD work on since her homework load was so light.  Well as it turned out, not only did she not have any homework she had 3 big tests to study for.  She told me she did not mention them before now because she has GOT IT.  But when quizzed she so did NOT have IT!  It took until almost 5:00 to get her ready for these tests, and then (being the mean heifer I am), I made her work on her big project anyway.  We discussed that when she received her study guides she should write down in her assignment day planner what day the test would be.  This way she could be studying ahead of time instead of cramming the night before.  Then she started in on this story of how the teachers did not remind her until yesterday that these tests were even coming up.  Again we discussed how she should be responsible for keeping up with these dates  Herself, and she just did not get it.   I cannot get through to her that she has to take charge and be organized in her approach to school.  She has never really had to study before so I realize that this is all new to her. But how to get through to her that that it will not get any easier as she gets older only harder.    Well that seemed to but me in a mood where everything she did for the rest of the evening irritated me. She could do no right. From talking while we were finally sitting down to relax and watch TV to the way she brushed her teeth.  When they all went to bed and I quieted my self long enough to hear it. The Holy Spirit prompted me to open up my bible and guess what I read. YEP you guessed it the verse above. WOW!!! I almost went and woke her up at midnight to apologize and cry on her but, I refrained. this morning while praying for her I told  her how sorry I was and how I learned that I needed to tame my tongue more. She stared at me blankly??? Had the Fire already burned her so deeply that she just cannot believe my words? Has this fire burned her before to the point she is scarred???  or afraid??? I hope not but, I hope this also reminds someone else how very powerful our tongues are and that we will all re-think what we say today. I know I WILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3727736151604852915?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3727736151604852915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3727736151604852915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3727736151604852915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3727736151604852915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/taming-tongue.html' title='Taming the Tongue'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-819258645380264694</id><published>2008-04-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:11:30.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Admired</title><content type='html'>Well It has finally happened the unique one has an admirer. She came home with four pictures covered with hearts and BFF written all over it.  Some boy in her class thinks she is the bomb. She claims they are just friends. But there are too many hearts and portraits of her and him holding hands.  Oh dear what to do now??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-819258645380264694?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/819258645380264694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=819258645380264694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/819258645380264694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/819258645380264694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/admired.html' title='Admired'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-842570100184958599</id><published>2008-04-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:53:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Want to Live ????</title><content type='html'>I watched something tonight on TV about how some scientists are working on helping people live to 150 years old.   In my current situation I have seen 1st hand how aging and getting older can be gruesome, depressing and  sad. But if you spend more time trying to stay young and miss out on truly living is it worth it?  Do I really want to live that long?  Sure I would love to see my kids grow up and become parents. Yes I want to see my grand kids graduate high school and college. Do I want to be consumed so much with stying alive I miss out on enjoying living. And when it all comes down to it, isn't heaven so much better?? Tell me what you think .  I agree I need to work on being much healthier. And that everything in moderation is probably a good idea.  I also want to enjoy all the things this life has to offer. All the things that God intended us to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-842570100184958599?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/842570100184958599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=842570100184958599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/842570100184958599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/842570100184958599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-want-to-live.html' title='Do you Want to Live ????'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1383626018941918996</id><published>2008-03-23T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:39.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R-cWqY8Au2I/AAAAAAAAALg/GG37JOO6kpc/s1600-h/easter+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R-cWqY8Au2I/AAAAAAAAALg/GG37JOO6kpc/s200/easter+2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181134813817518946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R-cWe48Au1I/AAAAAAAAALY/_GWHRIsNbMY/s1600-h/easter+2008+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R-cWe48Au1I/AAAAAAAAALY/_GWHRIsNbMY/s200/easter+2008+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181134616249023314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope you all had a Blessed Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1383626018941918996?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1383626018941918996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1383626018941918996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1383626018941918996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1383626018941918996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-blessings.html' title='Easter Blessings'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R-cWqY8Au2I/AAAAAAAAALg/GG37JOO6kpc/s72-c/easter+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6129413345684584454</id><published>2008-03-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:39.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R9cAL6p57wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hdw5jdRde9g/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R9cAL6p57wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hdw5jdRde9g/s200/P1010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176606501409255170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R9cABap57vI/AAAAAAAAALI/DN0FOAvmFy4/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R9cABap57vI/AAAAAAAAALI/DN0FOAvmFy4/s200/P1010076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176606321020628722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is inspired by a friend of mine. She stated what I had been thinking all this time. WHY??? Why blog? for others? Or for me??? I also claimed it was for my family in Utah but do they ever see it? who knows. So I am resorting to only blog for me. When it fits my time frame, no pressure and no worries about who I am trying to please. With that said. Here are some photos of the new house. I love living way out here I can hear the train at night around 9:00pm I can see the stars clearly and I like the neighborhood and community. It is where we felt like God led us to and I will no longer feel ashamed or apologetic for where it is, or how long it takes anyone to get here. I realize "that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent" and unfortunately I have let that happen for too long. I am going to be peaceful about my decisions. "To each his Own" I will try my best to not pass judgement on others for their choices and will do my best not to say things that make others feel as though they made a poor choice just because it was not one I would have made. So that said, If you want to some visit my door is always open. If you like what I say sure leave a comment if not I guess you can say that too. I agree there are a lot of quotes in today's post but better people than me worded what I was feeling. Thanks for reading .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6129413345684584454?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6129413345684584454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6129413345684584454' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6129413345684584454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6129413345684584454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/why.html' title='WHY?????'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/R9cAL6p57wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hdw5jdRde9g/s72-c/P1010082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6723290623031220998</id><published>2008-02-27T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:52:15.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello???? Is it me your looking for????</title><content type='html'>Well I did Not fall off the planet or even get abducted by aliens. Although it feels like I have. I just had to have the motherboard replaced on my laptop. I also have been extremely busy trying to move, take care of dad and kids and hubby and new doggy. I am very glad to be among the land of the bloggin again. I have to say I have written at least three blogs in my head while the laptop was sick. One of which would state that I believe chivalry is dead. I was at "stuff mart" and having difficulty getting two buggy's to my car with work supplies. And I had several men push past me and one even wait impatient for my parking space while I unloaded. One even decided to park and make a snide comment as he walked past me about how he thought I was not going to make it . WOW???&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I thought about bloggin' is how it seems to me that some buffet restaurants are OK and some well not so much.  I love a good pizza buffet as well as the next guy but, places that try and do to many kinds of foods all at once at not my cup of tea.  If you can get a steak and vegetables,tacos, salad, seafood and dessert at one place.  It appears to me that none of that is very good. It also usually is not staffed with the sharpest tools in the shed.  And no one is a real chef to even cook for that matter.  It is usually anyone who applies and can come in that day.  So if you want to impress me lets go someplace that focused on one type of cuisine even if it is Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly we are finally in the new house. boxes everywhere can't find but one shoe but hey We are here.  Thanks to all who have helped and prayed for us during this transition. We will have a cookout soon and invite everyone over to play.  This blessing is to be shared with whoever needs it. So come on over call and ask if you can have a party, shower, social whatever we are blessed to have a place we can not only call home but share with others.  God is so good to us more that we could ever think or imagine And I know we want to share His love through this blessing with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come back now YA HEAR!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6723290623031220998?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6723290623031220998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6723290623031220998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6723290623031220998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6723290623031220998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-is-it-me-your-looking-for.html' title='Hello???? Is it me your looking for????'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-440172670251162395</id><published>2008-02-06T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:24:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>So many New things going on right now. &lt;br /&gt;New strain of the flu that is plauging my friends.&lt;br /&gt;New Super Bowl champions Hooray Eli!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;New Year, New Calendars!!&lt;br /&gt;New socks all around&lt;br /&gt; my house!! I love new socks and New Jammies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;New things God is teaching us in childrens ministry and in my house.&lt;br /&gt;New Ideas for our Sunday night programs&lt;br /&gt;and for us soon it will be a new house, new neighborhood ,&lt;br /&gt;new routine. &lt;br /&gt;I love New days, New babies, new starts, and new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just like New stuff And I agree that it is so Hard to wait for new things But I am thankful that some times God allows us to wait so we can truly appreciate what He has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is New with you????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-440172670251162395?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/440172670251162395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=440172670251162395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/440172670251162395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/440172670251162395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2935350973304153624</id><published>2008-01-25T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:59:16.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>To quote an ole country song..........................&lt;br /&gt;"They don't make them like my daddy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yes they've throw away the pattern through the years&lt;br /&gt;In this great big land of Freedom&lt;br /&gt;At a time we really need 'em&lt;br /&gt;They don't make them like my daddy anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY HE IS 73 TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born in Jackson Country Florida on 1-25-35.  He is a proud honest country boy.  He has worked as a sharecropper, logger, mechanic, appliance repair man, truck driver and was in the Air Force in Korea.  He loves his family &amp;amp; country.  He keeps everything he buys!!!! No really everything!!!!!  I used a hand mixer yesterday to make his birthday cake that is at least as old as I am.  But they don't make things like they used to he says.  I agree from appliances to cars everything now is made to be disposable.  We have been shopping for a new washer and dryer . We have looked at websites, chat boards and talked with several repairmen.  All of them say the same thing. Buy one that is big enough to do what you want for the least amount of money because they are only made to last 5-7 years now.  WOW!!!! My dad kept his washer and dryer at least 20 years.  Not to mention all other appliances, cars and clothes.  No one can seem to balance making something of quality now with affordability.  As anyone who come in his house will see he takes special care of all his things.  He still has a stereo record player and all the southern gospel records you could imagine.  He has a drawer full of handkerchiefs and would give one to away to anyone who needs it.  He has a belt buckle collection some of which are at least 50 years old.  He takes pride in keeping up his belongings. He gets on to us for not taking care of things like outdoor grills we have been through 3 in 15 years he has had the same one for at least 25 years.  He has garden hoses that are older than that. And they still work .  Go figure????? All this to say I am blessed to have a great daddy.and they don't make 'em like my daddy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have had a hard three months dad and I but, God is reminding me that he still has something to teach me through this man.&lt;br /&gt;  So "I will praise the Lord with all my heart, I will tell about all the miracles He has done, I will be glad and full of joy because of you, Most High God I will sing praise to you" Psalms 9:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2935350973304153624?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2935350973304153624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2935350973304153624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2935350973304153624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2935350973304153624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-dont-make-em-like-they-used-to.html' title='They Don&apos;t Make &apos;Em Like They Used To!!!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-900131365480186360</id><published>2008-01-21T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:23:15.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy About</title><content type='html'>I am happy about getting to spend time with my kids today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about  the fact that I  found my favorite red pepper hummus at the store today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that the super bowl is coming up. I love football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about the fact that I am cooking breakfast food for dinner tonight. (small  I know  but I have not gotten to cook at home a  lot  lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  happy  that I  have peace  about the  travel decision I have made  it is still hard  but I am glad I am peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I can really see my dad getting better and stronger hopefully this time will be it.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy God is in control and Not Me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy God gave me ears to hear my kids laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy my hubby was in a good mood toady when we went to look at appliances for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I can see real progress on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and are'nt you glad????!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-900131365480186360?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/900131365480186360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=900131365480186360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/900131365480186360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/900131365480186360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-about.html' title='Happy About'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8364682011356605073</id><published>2008-01-20T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:08:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinkin'</title><content type='html'>Well I have be thinkin' of about a 100 things I could write about but I decided I would keep it short and  sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how very disconnected I feel from all my friends and my job these days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how blessed I am to be going through what I am right now cuz' I am on the verge of learning a big lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how very fast my oldest is growing up and how I only have 2 more years of her in the childrens ministry. kinda sad:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how very busy my hubbys schedule is these days but that I feel like I have actually seen him more. Weird????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how I would really like to lose myself in a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how blessed I am with the group of friends I have and how very patient they have been with me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' how the new dog is really getting used to our family and how she has not had any accidents in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I was thinkin' I am glad I was talked into a blog so I could tell to her what I was thinkin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8364682011356605073?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8364682011356605073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8364682011356605073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8364682011356605073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8364682011356605073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-thinkin.html' title='Just thinkin&apos;'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4960519267760138587</id><published>2008-01-07T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:22:47.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Truth</title><content type='html'>The sad truth is that I can no longer take digital pictures at least until we move because we packed the digital camera battery charger in a pod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad truth is that now you cannot see our newest addition on the blog which is a cute miniature Schnauzer named 'Izzy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad truth is that this sweet dog has not been around people very much so is now very shy and wants to spend more time in her kennel than she does with us.  And is not very interested in eating or drinking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad truth is this problem with the sweet dog will take time to "cure" so we have to be patient and extra intentional on how we handle her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic thing about all these sad truths are that none of them are life threatening or huge so I will take all these things and instead of them being sad I will count them all joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4960519267760138587?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4960519267760138587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4960519267760138587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4960519267760138587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4960519267760138587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad-truth.html' title='Sad Truth'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4080592285028579722</id><published>2008-01-01T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:45:31.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you rang in a Very  Happy New Year!!!!!!!!   I know we did spending time at church and with friends making a great start to a new adventure.  This past year had had its ups and downs as always but I can see God's hand in each part and will do my best to remember my blessings and keep my eyes on what God can do and will do if I will let Him.  I have several goals this year and although I will not be sharing the details with many I will covet your prayers that I will keep on keepin' on and trust God to do what only He can.  Have a terrific New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4080592285028579722?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4080592285028579722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4080592285028579722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4080592285028579722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4080592285028579722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4172448835879018305</id><published>2007-12-22T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:12:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th</title><content type='html'>The day has come she is six!!!!!!!!1 I cannot believe it !!!!!!! She is funny,smart,fun to hang out with and truly believes she is a princess. I have so enjoyed watching her grow from a Very Fussy baby to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; toddler to a completely engaging preschooler and a great kid. I Love you my precious unique one and I look so forward to many more Happy Birthdays!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4172448835879018305?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4172448835879018305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4172448835879018305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4172448835879018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4172448835879018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-6th.html' title='Happy 6th'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3233306277028349728</id><published>2007-12-13T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:02:07.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime prayers</title><content type='html'>During our night time prayers I always learn something new. Before prayer time tonight I was holding E wrapped in a Christmas blanket and telling her how she was my special Christmas baby almost 6 years ago. My kids love to hear stories about themselves. So tonight E says "thanks God for letting all of us babies come home on a holiday, that was nice of you"  I tried my best not to laugh out loud.  For those of you who don't know E came home on Christmas, A came home on Fathers day and J came home on Easter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3233306277028349728?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3233306277028349728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3233306277028349728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3233306277028349728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3233306277028349728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/nighttime-prayers.html' title='Nighttime prayers'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7408424409168951545</id><published>2007-12-11T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:45:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Finally it is feeling like Christmas to me.  I have had a few distractions in recent days so I have not really felt like it was Christmas yet.  But tonight was the first night I got to stay home ,cook a meal and make my first batch of "white trash" candy.  And even though it is a balmy 81 in dads house (the air is out)  It still feels "Christmasy"  I want to know what makes it feel like Christmas to you??? I am interested as to what make the season come alive to you. Down time seems to start me off and making goodies to give away makes it all seem real. Strange I know. I also like to take my kids to the old capitol and looking at Christmases past.  I hope you all have a blessed CHRIST -Filled season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7408424409168951545?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7408424409168951545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7408424409168951545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7408424409168951545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7408424409168951545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-906400173987685372</id><published>2007-11-30T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:08:15.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>To quote the Fresh Prince "My whole life flipped turned upside down".....   Well we closed on the old house went and watched them deliver  the sheet rock to the new house and moved into dad house.  It was quite a day!!!!!!!!! I must say again I do like change but still feel all out of sorts.  I really want to get into a new routine and relax BUT that is definitely NOT in the cards right now.&lt;br /&gt;As a wise woman reminded me today I WILL COUNT IT ALL JOY........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-906400173987685372?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/906400173987685372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=906400173987685372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/906400173987685372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/906400173987685372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day.html' title='What a Day!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6256147760582195546</id><published>2007-11-22T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:31:08.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>My memories of thanksgiving are probably different than most in the south.  It was my aunt and grandmother getting up at 4:oo am to put a turkey in the oven with bread stuffing in it.  My grandfather sending my parents around town chasing pumpernickel, rye and sourdough bread to eat leftover turkey on.  My other aunt making chocolate, pumpkin, mince meat pies. And entering the house fussing about how cold it was but yelling at the top of her lungs HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!  Eating stuffed celery with cheese and mixed nuts we cracked ourselves before the bird came out of the oven.  My cousin Christa running around with olives on her fingers. And watching the snow fall as we wished we could go out and play and get away from the aunt fussing at each other.  We finally sport our boots and snow jackets and go throw snowballs at each other. We don't eat until 2:00 in the afternoon and we are starving and cold.  After dinner we sit around and watch football and pippi longstocking movies and eat turkey again about 7:00 on the bread I mentioned earlier. And my parents and grandparents and aunts played cards way into the night as I fell asleep on the couch.  What was your childhood thanks giving like?????  I hope you have a HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6256147760582195546?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6256147760582195546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6256147760582195546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6256147760582195546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6256147760582195546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-happy-turkey-day.html' title='My Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8582210862344615087</id><published>2007-11-13T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:48:56.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!!! The Creamer in My Coffee</title><content type='html'>The creamer in my coffee is such a joy to me&lt;br /&gt;As I stumble through the kitchen its all I want to see&lt;br /&gt;It's flavor varies far and wide&lt;br /&gt;I always want it by my side&lt;br /&gt;From Vanilla Carmel Latte cream&lt;br /&gt;to Pumpkin pie its such a dream&lt;br /&gt;Today my favorite has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And so I take it all in stride&lt;br /&gt;It comes once a year you see&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint mocha is what it'll be&lt;br /&gt;And as it slides down to my tummy&lt;br /&gt;I smile cuz' it is VERY  YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creamer in my coffee is such a joy to me&lt;br /&gt;And any time you want to try comeon over comeon by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8582210862344615087?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8582210862344615087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8582210862344615087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8582210862344615087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8582210862344615087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-creamer-in-my-coffee.html' title='OH!!! The Creamer in My Coffee'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6370780971856008743</id><published>2007-11-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:11:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>Well  the only new thing at my camp is packing, packing and more packing!!!!!!!!     And the fact I cannot post any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re sized&lt;/span&gt; pictures on my blog.  I also am trying to take care of dad, school stuff and the hubby. It is fun, really it is !!!   I am so not complaining I like change, change is good hard yes but good keeps things interesting.  I have found things I thought I had lost forever, I feel cleaner and more organized by the moment.  I am purging of things I so needed to and cleaning thing that so needed cleaning. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; whats up !!! what's up with u?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6370780971856008743?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6370780971856008743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6370780971856008743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6370780971856008743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6370780971856008743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5916416171694874206</id><published>2007-11-01T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:24:48.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Hurt</title><content type='html'>Well It finally happened!!!!!!!!!!! I signed that piece of paper that officially makes me homeless. Well at least homeless for the next 2 1/2 months.  And I have to say it hurt. Yes it is what I wanted and yes it is what we NEED to do but it still hurts. Even when we do what we know is right and what is BEST it can still hurt. Of course I am not telling you anything you did not already know. It is like when you take that sweet new baby into an office and hand her over to&lt;br /&gt;a meanol' heifer of a nurse who sticks a BIG needle in that baby's leg 4 times.  You know it is BEST and you NEED to do it but boy does it hurt. And I was not even the one being stuck, I would have traded my leg for hers if I could have. My hubby said that I should move on not&lt;br /&gt;be so sentimental about someplace I have laid my head for the past 12&lt;br /&gt;years. That even though it is as long as I lived in myhouse growing up&lt;br /&gt;it should not effect me to walk away. And I agree the most important&lt;br /&gt;thing is that we have each other and that as long as we are together that's&lt;br /&gt;all that matters. But again I argue it still hurts. I have been told&lt;br /&gt;this week that there are so many bigger more important things to worry&lt;br /&gt;about, and I agree BUT this is huge to me right now. I wish I was more&lt;br /&gt;like him who does not care about bricks and mortar. I was also told by my&lt;br /&gt;other half that I am borrowing trouble when I tell him that The Thinker&lt;br /&gt;is going to have a very hard time with this. She loves things so&lt;br /&gt;deeply. Herfriends I would dare say have no idea how much she cares for&lt;br /&gt;them or thinks about them. And she is like me she loves all things that&lt;br /&gt;way animals, houses, toys, cars. She even mourned when we got rid of&lt;br /&gt;the vanbecause "it took her to Florida one time it was a great car mommy" She even wants us to get the broken down jeep back because it was blue and fun to ride in. OK&lt;br /&gt;my point is I am thrilled to leave a squashed, outdated 1400 sq foot&lt;br /&gt;house and move into another one. I know the Lord has a plan in all that&lt;br /&gt;he doesbecause this process has been Bathed in prayer by many people.&lt;br /&gt;Even our real estate agent has prayed with us and for us on many&lt;br /&gt;occasions. But I still feel somewhat sad. What do think??? Should I be&lt;br /&gt;completelyun attached and not care???? Oh yes and by the way for all&lt;br /&gt;those who get up early and drive your kinds to school I will now join&lt;br /&gt;your ranks and be driving my kids for the next 6 months. DO I have to&lt;br /&gt;get dressed or arePJ pants acceptable if I do not get out of the car???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5916416171694874206?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5916416171694874206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5916416171694874206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5916416171694874206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5916416171694874206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-hurt.html' title='Things that Hurt'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8519995045477922719</id><published>2007-10-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:10:29.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>We all have some people in our lives that seem to make it easier. At&lt;br /&gt;least I hope you all do. I am lucky to have several of these people in&lt;br /&gt;my life but in the past year this particular girl has become more dear&lt;br /&gt;to me. She is always truthful, sincere and genuine. I enjoy her company&lt;br /&gt;and have spent many a Saturday this year talking with her for hours.&lt;br /&gt;Her children love her dearly as does her hubby. She can definitely make&lt;br /&gt;me smile and seems to always be willing to lend a helping hand if&lt;br /&gt;needed. She is beautiful, a great chef, teacher, mother &amp; friend. I truly&lt;br /&gt;appreciate her friendship and hope it will only grow in the years to&lt;br /&gt;come. All this to sayKEARSMOM I HOPE YOU HAVE A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8519995045477922719?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8519995045477922719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8519995045477922719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8519995045477922719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8519995045477922719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2708870157705787840</id><published>2007-10-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:36:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case You wanted to know?????</title><content type='html'>* What's the most exciting thing that happened to you today? GOt to tell my kids we were having a family fun night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;    * How many best friends do you have? a few&lt;br /&gt;    * Would you rather get up early or sleep in? sleep always sleep&lt;br /&gt;    * Tell me where you got each article of clothing you're wearing? Belk and Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;    * What would you change about your life right now? I would like some definate answers and direction.&lt;br /&gt;    * Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth? can't decide&lt;br /&gt;    * What's on your bedroom floor right now? shoes&lt;br /&gt;    * Who was the last person you got into an argument with? myself&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you trust people easily? probably too easily&lt;br /&gt;    * Could you go a day without eating? No I faint&lt;br /&gt;    * How much do looks matter to you? this is a stupid question and I am not gonna answer it.&lt;br /&gt;    * How do you feel about PDA? well If it is appropriate fine. especially if it is me:)&lt;br /&gt;    * When was the last time you had your hair cut? Oct by the Famous Roxanne....&lt;br /&gt;    * Would you rather be mad or sad? Mad &lt;br /&gt;    * Does it take a lot to make you cry? some days it does&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you tell your parents everything? almost&lt;br /&gt;    * Would you rather be a bird or a fish? Both&lt;br /&gt;    * Name one fear you have? DUH If you don't already know this then you don't know me at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    * If you need to go to the store a block away, do you walk or drive? Walk as long as it was not 20 or below&lt;br /&gt;    * Does the thought of marriage scare you? not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;    * How many kids do you want? after 3 you could have a dozen. BUT I will be fine with my 3 &lt;br /&gt;    * What's your favorite color to wear? whatever color is Bold and not Pastel&lt;br /&gt;    * Who was the last person in your bedroom besides you? Hubby&lt;br /&gt;    * What are you doing today? Taking care of dad &lt;br /&gt;    * What would you do if you found a dinosaur egg? Call my hubby and kids to come look then call Ross to come get it.&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you get bored easily? Yes&lt;br /&gt;    * What's something that someone can do that really bothers you? Keep secret from me&lt;br /&gt;    * Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger? Yes to Samantha&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you wish you were famous? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;    * When you're at the beach, do you swim or lay out more? I swim then lay out then swim LOVE IT ALL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    * Who's the last text message you received from and what did it say? Did not get any today WEIRD?????&lt;br /&gt;    * How do you like your steak cooked? medium well&lt;br /&gt;    * What's your favorite song at the moment? "Stop this Train" John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;    * Can music affect your mood? Definately!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    * What piercings do you want? I want another ear one and when I finally flatten out my tummy maybe one ther too????&lt;br /&gt;    * What tattoos do you want? want or have????&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you think there's someone for everyone? Yes &lt;br /&gt;    * When is the last time you cried? Last week&lt;br /&gt;    * Do you get angry easily? well i am deep down an angry person but I do not GET angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;    * What song are you listening to right now? the snoring husband song.&lt;br /&gt;    * What were you thinking about when you went to sleep last night? how tired I was but glad that today was over.&lt;br /&gt;    * What are you thinking about right now? Why in the world di I ever start answering these questions and why do I think anyone would really care?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2708870157705787840?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2708870157705787840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2708870157705787840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2708870157705787840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2708870157705787840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-case-you-wanted-to-know.html' title='In case You wanted to know?????'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8661865909753754192</id><published>2007-10-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:40.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fall Beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1mLiUfTOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/InkoqvqG0qk/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1mLiUfTOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/InkoqvqG0qk/s200/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124364299394829538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1mFSUfTNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oAYRIOpoB5k/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1mFSUfTNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oAYRIOpoB5k/s200/P1010049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124364192020647122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1l-iUfTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-pnJOA9t_wc/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1l-iUfTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-pnJOA9t_wc/s200/P1010048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124364076056530114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8661865909753754192?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8661865909753754192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8661865909753754192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8661865909753754192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8661865909753754192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-fall-beauties.html' title='My Fall Beauties'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rx1mLiUfTOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/InkoqvqG0qk/s72-c/P1010050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2203124164825059587</id><published>2007-10-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:28:32.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me I think???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ESFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/esfj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.&lt;br /&gt;A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.&lt;br /&gt;You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you value harmony and mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;You will apologize or give someone the benefit of the doubt, if it means getting over a fight sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are good at building relationships and connecting with people.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Organized, dependable, co-operative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Opinionated, critical, and know-it-all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2203124164825059587?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2203124164825059587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2203124164825059587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2203124164825059587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2203124164825059587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-me-i-think.html' title='This is me I think???'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2626937993412765850</id><published>2007-10-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:19:13.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Songs with Me</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you that do not know I have well a silly side.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I get really tired and last night was one of those&lt;br /&gt;moments. We were riding homeand my kids decided to help mommy smile by singing to me.  They began singing "Old McDonald Had a Farm"  I began to join in but making up my own verses. All of which sent all 3 of them into hysterical laughter. which was the whole point. So I am now going to share this silliness with you. This is that part of the show where I come out and sing a silly song.... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Old McDonald had a farm &lt;br /&gt;Ei.I Ei I Oh&lt;br /&gt;And on this farm he has a potty&lt;br /&gt;Ei,I Ei, I Oh&lt;br /&gt;with a flush flush here&lt;br /&gt;and a flush flush there&lt;br /&gt;her a flush there a flush everywhere a flush flush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;And on his farm he had an egg&lt;br /&gt;Ei I Ei I oh&lt;br /&gt;with a crack crack here&lt;br /&gt;and a scramble scramble there&lt;br /&gt;here a crack there a scramble&lt;br /&gt;everywhere a crack and scramble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;And on his farm he had some pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Ei i Ei I oh&lt;br /&gt;with a flip flip here&lt;br /&gt;and a syrup syrup there&lt;br /&gt;here a flip there a syrup&lt;br /&gt;everywhere a flip and syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 4&lt;br /&gt;And on his farm he has some horse poop&lt;br /&gt;Ei I Ei i Oh&lt;br /&gt;with a squish squish here&lt;br /&gt;and a stinky stinky there&lt;br /&gt;here s squish there a stinky &lt;br /&gt;everywhere a squish and stinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 5&lt;br /&gt;And on his farm he had a bath&lt;br /&gt;Ei I Ei I oh&lt;br /&gt;With a scrubby scrubby here&lt;br /&gt;and a bubbly bubbly there&lt;br /&gt;here s scrubby there s bubbly&lt;br /&gt;everywhere s scrubby and bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get the point. Got any verses to add????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2626937993412765850?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2626937993412765850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2626937993412765850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2626937993412765850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2626937993412765850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/silly-songs-with-me.html' title='Silly Songs with Me'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4435951051380663264</id><published>2007-09-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:08:05.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I ??</title><content type='html'>Well about the time I feel like I have caught up with the times I discover I again have not. Here I am being so proud of myself for having blog and keeping up with it, only to discover that if I want to really keep up I have to figure out and learn another web thingy. How do I ever catch up? And no I don't have to but I hate feeling left out and behind.  I want to know what is going on with my friends but feel overwhelmed at the prospect of learning something new. And I really feel dumb asking how it works and why it would benefit me. On the other hand if I learn it now and my kids want to know about it or use it later I would have a good idea how it all works and if it was safe. So I guess the pressure is all in my mind!  I need to bite the bullet and learn more. We will wait and see the rebel in me is putting up a pretty good fight. To be or not to be, that is the question? Or do I just need medication for all my ramblings??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4435951051380663264?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4435951051380663264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4435951051380663264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4435951051380663264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4435951051380663264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-i.html' title='How do I ??'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-790406654263727698</id><published>2007-09-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:53:41.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In the Day</title><content type='html'>This blog was inspired by an article I read in today's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day Orange juice came frozen in a can and had to be mixed up.  &lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;in the day coke came in glass bottles that we put in our cold Utah&lt;br /&gt;garage and we turned in the empty glass bottles for refund money. &lt;br /&gt;Back in the day I typed all my school papers on a electric typewriter&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day you could only record one show at a time on TV and it was to a video tape.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day you bought cassette tapes of the music you wanted and listened to is on you Walkman&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day the only thing you surfed was the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day downloading meant getting the stuff off the pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day uploading meant you picked it up to put it on the pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day the cool people wore Guess jeans and Polo Cologne&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day ...... You tell me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-790406654263727698?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/790406654263727698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=790406654263727698' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/790406654263727698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/790406654263727698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-day.html' title='Back In the Day'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1140073974679763888</id><published>2007-09-05T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:15:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>As we were walking through the grocery store yesterday, The kind one asked me if high heeled shoes hurt my feet. Thinking to myself "why did he ask that?" I answer well yes sometimes they do. We then turn down the shampoo isle and he runs up to me with a package in hand. He tells me to put these in my high heeled shoes to make them not hurt so much. He is holding a package of maxipads. I tell him that is not what those are for so he can go put them away. He tells me ok I will but I know they would work. I love having kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1140073974679763888?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1140073974679763888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1140073974679763888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1140073974679763888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1140073974679763888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1125328835229216573</id><published>2007-08-30T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:40.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rtdyw2_e8iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AAtZb-qHtjE/s1600-h/thbday36+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rtdyw2_e8iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AAtZb-qHtjE/s200/thbday36+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104674886368817698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started with a huge happy birthday from the 3 hamlets. leading me with my eyes  closed to my couch where I received a bowl and platter that matches my new dishes. I then go to have a perfect pancake and bacon breakfast with fabulous company. I received  two gorgeous photos frames from my great friend/boss. I was then taken shopping by my only co-dependant and received one of my favorite seasons of my favorite shows. Then I had a visit with my hubby, and a quick dinner with my dad.Then the kids and I purchased a ice cream cake. They said we had to put&lt;br /&gt;candles on it so they could sing. The kids then danced around the den&lt;br /&gt;making up a birthday dance and song for me to the tune of "I Got the&lt;br /&gt;Joy" . It was great. Thanks for all the warm wishes and I hope you all&lt;br /&gt;have a Great Day on your birthday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1125328835229216573?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1125328835229216573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1125328835229216573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1125328835229216573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1125328835229216573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-day.html' title='A Great Day!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rtdyw2_e8iI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AAtZb-qHtjE/s72-c/thbday36+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-392186890973753170</id><published>2007-08-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:56:52.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why He Is Called The Kind One!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was out Dad told M.E. to please drink all of her apple juice box because Mommy and daddy had to pay for them and we did not want to waste it. A few&lt;br /&gt;moments later she had drank it all without complaint. The kind one had&lt;br /&gt;overheard this exchange between M.E. and her dad. A few moments later&lt;br /&gt;he walked up to his dad and opened his hand and poured a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;change into daddy's hand. He told him that he wanted to pay for the juice&lt;br /&gt;that M.E. did not finish so dad would not have to. He also wanted to make sure that his little sis was not going to get in trouble. There is nothing he won't do for her. In the time it took for her to finish her drink he had gone into his room and emptied out his piggy bank to cover the cost. Without hesitation or contemplation he gives of himself and what he has. I hope his kind and gentle ways stay with him forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-392186890973753170?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/392186890973753170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=392186890973753170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/392186890973753170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/392186890973753170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-he-is-called-kind-one.html' title='Why He Is Called The Kind One!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5594452882266660336</id><published>2007-08-22T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:47:23.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you squirm??</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that all of us have things that make us squirm. For me well it is plane flights, spiders, and car wrecks.  For some of my other friends it is dentist visits, shots and living without her computer.&lt;br /&gt;for another it is birds and letting go of control.&lt;br /&gt;for another it is being alone in her house at night.&lt;br /&gt;Still another is afraid of any sudden sounds you can even tell her you are going to scare her and it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that makes us squirm with some things and not with others. Like I do not mind shots, birds, or being alone. but why??? life experience? childhood trauma? and how without very expensive therapy so we fix these is there anyone who is not afraid of anything? so tell me what makes you squirm and why??? just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5594452882266660336?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5594452882266660336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5594452882266660336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5594452882266660336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5594452882266660336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-makes-you-squirm.html' title='What makes you squirm??'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8063026486252366391</id><published>2007-08-16T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:59:41.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Has Left the Building</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love Elvis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 All his movies, all his music his interviews. I grew up as JB did with the big stereo in the den with all the records dropping also. My mom played Elvis, Jimmy Swaggert, Dolly Parton,&lt;br /&gt;and Skeeter Davis. The last one I am sure no one else has ever heard&lt;br /&gt;of. Anyway Elvis was big at our house but I do not recall any big&lt;br /&gt;hoopla at home on the day he died. I am sure my mom was upset but I do&lt;br /&gt;not remember any part of it. I once worked with a lady here in town who&lt;br /&gt;served Elvis as a kind of nurse during one of his many stays in aTupelo&lt;br /&gt;Hospital. He even asked her what he could give her for taking such care&lt;br /&gt;of him. You know what she got??????? An autographed Album. Heprobably&lt;br /&gt;would have given her a car if she had asked. I would have gotten a&lt;br /&gt;photo with him and a kiss. My mother in law mourned deeply when Elvis&lt;br /&gt;passed I heard there was wailing all day at her home. I now really want&lt;br /&gt;to take a quick trip to Graceland again. Anyone want to go with me. My&lt;br /&gt;sister in laws sister works there. maybe she can help us out???? Long&lt;br /&gt;live the KING OF ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TCB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8063026486252366391?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8063026486252366391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8063026486252366391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8063026486252366391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8063026486252366391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/king-has-left-building.html' title='The King Has Left the Building'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3259490614737820773</id><published>2007-08-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0br5ZumZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tBvsxKUfTwc/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0br5ZumZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tBvsxKUfTwc/s200/P1010021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097260794210326930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0bkJZumYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5Xx7DEqIKY/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0bkJZumYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5Xx7DEqIKY/s200/P1010018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097260661066340738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0bb5ZumXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cyG622Aubvs/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0bb5ZumXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cyG622Aubvs/s200/P1010016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097260519332419954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all got off to a great day! No tears and all smiles!!! Here are some of the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3259490614737820773?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3259490614737820773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3259490614737820773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3259490614737820773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3259490614737820773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day Of School'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rr0br5ZumZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tBvsxKUfTwc/s72-c/P1010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7970162830266342554</id><published>2007-08-09T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:23:44.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tellin ya how i really feel.....</title><content type='html'>IDIOT:An utterly foolish or senseless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When your rims on your car cost more than the car does,  You might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you cannot make change without a machine telling you how,  You might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;3.When you drive down the road with the music in you car so loud people&lt;br /&gt;can hear it 5 miles away and it is shaking the windows, you might be an&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you speed through a school zone, You might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;5. When a bill is 3.51 and you give $10.01 and they try and give the penny back, you might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;6. When you are not handicapped at all and park in the handicap space, you might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you move away from your house without trying to sell it &lt;br /&gt;and park your RV in your yard with a for sale sign on it, and you don't come back and cut the grass ever, and you live on my street, You might be and Idiot! &lt;br /&gt;8. When you cut in front of 10 people to be 1st and get stopped by the same red light as the rest of us, you might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you wear your pants so low that You can see more underwear than pant, you might be an Idiot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought some of you might have some of your own to add, especially Kearsdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7970162830266342554?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7970162830266342554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7970162830266342554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7970162830266342554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7970162830266342554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-tellin-ya-how-i-really-feel.html' title='Just tellin ya how i really feel.....'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3438324965577983225</id><published>2007-08-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:14:12.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me the Simple Life</title><content type='html'>"Some find it pleasant, dining on pheasant, those things roll off my&lt;br /&gt;knife, Give me tomatoes and mashed potatoes I like the simple life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent at home watching movies with my kids&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling in bed early in the morning all three kids gathered around me&lt;br /&gt;Looking across the table at three little faces in their jammies&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the car pull up in the driveway while I cook supper and hearing the kids yell DADDY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the girls giggle as they are supposed to be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Frosting sugar cookies at Christmas with my kids&lt;br /&gt;Watching J and his daddy wrestle on the floor after J tells his daddy "Oh it's GO Time"&lt;br /&gt;Putting on K shirts when I don't feel good because they smell like him and that makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;Having the kids bus driver call our house the night before school starts to tell us she is looking forward to driving the kids again this year.&lt;br /&gt;Having my kids be so comfortable at their church that the 9 yr old can rattle off the long list of kids she will be friends with forever because they all love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to never take for granted the simple things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3438324965577983225?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3438324965577983225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3438324965577983225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3438324965577983225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3438324965577983225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/give-me-simple-life.html' title='Give Me the Simple Life'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4633415246093749016</id><published>2007-08-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:41.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RraS4JZumRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qi6pzmFnGbU/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RraS4JZumRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qi6pzmFnGbU/s200/P1010036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095421521710455058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the latest goings on here. Tonight "The Unique One" or &lt;br /&gt;the Little One lost her 1st tooth. We have had 2 rooms painted at the homestead to&lt;br /&gt;hopefully help with the sale of the house, and we are counting down the&lt;br /&gt;few brief days left until school starts. A Very bitter sweet time for me.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the 1st time in 9 years I have not had a preschooler at my&lt;br /&gt;house. I am not so much worried about walking into the kindergarten building to drop her off, it is the walking out of the building and leaving her there that concerns&lt;br /&gt;me. We will have to see how I do. I have several close friends feeling emotional&lt;br /&gt;about this type of thing this week too. We can all meet and bear each others burdens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4633415246093749016?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4633415246093749016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4633415246093749016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4633415246093749016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4633415246093749016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RraS4JZumRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qi6pzmFnGbU/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4686085515871102687</id><published>2007-08-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:34:20.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Decided</title><content type='html'>These are some recent things I Have Decided......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that a kids meal is just enough food for my tummy to be full and not too full at most restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I really really addicted to the flavor of real lemon in my tea and water.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that no matter how hard you try you cannot make a 12 year old toaster look new with any amount of cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I really enjoy being lazy more so than I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I am truly blessed to have several people who love me warts and all. I know that not everyone has that.&lt;br /&gt;*I have decided that I will Trust In the Lord with all my heart and lean&lt;br /&gt;not on my own understanding when it comes to selling a house, changing&lt;br /&gt;my kids schools and taking care of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I need more sleep than I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I am not a great blogger but I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that I need to study Mississippi history before she comes home with homework I know nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;* I have decided that it is time I quit sharing all that I have decided......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4686085515871102687?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4686085515871102687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4686085515871102687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4686085515871102687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4686085515871102687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-decided.html' title='I Have Decided'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6117198628023380678</id><published>2007-07-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:45:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT????????</title><content type='html'>I really cannot tell you what I am going to write. I have been thinking&lt;br /&gt;and thinking What??? What do I want to say and a wise real estate agent&lt;br /&gt;told me to read Psalms 37 and this is exactly WHAT I needed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trust In the Lord and do what is good,&lt;br /&gt;Take delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Commit&lt;br /&gt;your way to the Lord; Trust in Him and He will act, making&lt;br /&gt;righteousness shine like the dawn, and justice like the noonday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is What I am doing leaning on him for each day looking towards the dawn and taking delight in HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we been up to ????&lt;br /&gt;Well we have been to Mexico City Beach in Port St Joe Fl.&lt;br /&gt;We have been keeping a house very clean to be shown to all who might want to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;And we have been apart from our daddy wayyyyyyyy tooooo&lt;br /&gt;much as we all have been traveling for 3 weeks. That said we are taking&lt;br /&gt;a day just us tomorrow and regrouping around a water park and enjoying&lt;br /&gt;each others company.&lt;br /&gt;What have all of you Lone with your time lately?? let me know I am in a secret contest with JB&lt;br /&gt;&amp; KM trying to get at least as many comments on one blog as they do&lt;br /&gt;on every blog. So help a girl out leave me a comment ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6117198628023380678?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6117198628023380678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6117198628023380678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6117198628023380678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6117198628023380678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='WHAT????????'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5050919027765259645</id><published>2007-07-18T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:34:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumed</title><content type='html'>Ever had something that consumed your thoughts??? Where you wake up every morning feeling kinda uneasy?? Wanting not to think about it but cannot seem to shake it?? Just Wondering??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5050919027765259645?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5050919027765259645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5050919027765259645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5050919027765259645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5050919027765259645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/consumed.html' title='Consumed'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4599013437074120398</id><published>2007-07-13T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:35:56.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast in Bed</title><content type='html'>I  received a great surprise thie morning. The Thinker asked me If she&lt;br /&gt;could make me some toast. The then asked if I liked my toast popped? I&lt;br /&gt;knew exactly what she meant. and I said yesunpopped would just be&lt;br /&gt;bread. She replied oh yeah?? A few minutes later I got toast with&lt;br /&gt;butter and jelly, coffee and OJ. Yeah!!! She then told the other two she would make them toast also.  What a great atart to the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4599013437074120398?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4599013437074120398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4599013437074120398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4599013437074120398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4599013437074120398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in Bed'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3940837335490258222</id><published>2007-07-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:42.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWj4_SsixI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9TsDwkZpi5k/s1600-h/j+camp7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWj4_SsixI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9TsDwkZpi5k/s200/j+camp7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086151553642695442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWjw_SsiwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E-uRVaGcbwA/s1600-h/be+bop3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWjw_SsiwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E-uRVaGcbwA/s200/be+bop3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086151416203741954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWjq_SsivI/AAAAAAAAAEo/weoz3ttgtkA/s1600-h/j+camp5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWjq_SsivI/AAAAAAAAAEo/weoz3ttgtkA/s200/j+camp5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086151313124526834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the latest pics of our goings on!!! It has been really fun and really busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3940837335490258222?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3940837335490258222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3940837335490258222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3940837335490258222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3940837335490258222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/goings-on.html' title='Goings on'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RpWj4_SsixI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9TsDwkZpi5k/s72-c/j+camp7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4411994382596074447</id><published>2007-07-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:20:17.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I have been submersed is the girls room painting!! It started out&lt;br /&gt;as a two day project, it turned into a 4 day project with a kitchen&lt;br /&gt;sink filter leak/flood in the middle of it. I am proud to say that now&lt;br /&gt;that it is all over that they have a way cool, very bright room and&lt;br /&gt;even Golden Boy likes it. It has a glow even without the light on. I&lt;br /&gt;have told them more than once to turn their light off and it has not&lt;br /&gt;even been on. So YES IT IS BRIGHT!!! But you are only 5 &amp; 9 once&lt;br /&gt;and can live in a orange room. And if you want to see it you have to&lt;br /&gt;come visit. Hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we are preparing to take&lt;br /&gt;the Kind One to camp for the 1st time. He is so excited and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;Golden Boy is going too hope he has fun???? Pray for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4411994382596074447?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4411994382596074447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4411994382596074447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4411994382596074447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4411994382596074447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!!'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4651427735928545933</id><published>2007-06-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:48:54.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Time Was Had By All</title><content type='html'>Well The Thinker and I were at camp this past week. Her team the&lt;br /&gt;Jitterbugs were so much fun to hang out with. All the girls got along&lt;br /&gt;most of the time and for girls her age that is so cool. We had a&lt;br /&gt;fabulous time, we swam, canoed, played soccer and that was just the&lt;br /&gt;recreation times.&lt;br /&gt;We had a awesome worship leader and camp pastor who taught us how to&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the Star Jesus. How to get up when we fall and how to live&lt;br /&gt;in the sweet spot of His love. The thinker came home with lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;memories and very tired. She is even still singing the theme song&lt;br /&gt;"SHINE".  She will take that with her to shine in all that she does.  I am proud of the hard work Junebug did. She put together a fabulous camp and made great decisions&lt;br /&gt;about scheduling, and any issues that arose. I want to publicly thank&lt;br /&gt;BB for allowing the privilege of serving along side her andJunebug in this endeavor. We are looking forward to next year but only after I get some serious sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4651427735928545933?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4651427735928545933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4651427735928545933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4651427735928545933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4651427735928545933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-time-was-had-by-all.html' title='A Fun Time Was Had By All'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4947668959024327546</id><published>2007-06-16T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:07:27.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad's life story would make one of the best reads of the year. And&lt;br /&gt;in honor of fathers day I am going to attempt to give you just a small&lt;br /&gt;idea of the story line. &lt;br /&gt;It begins.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A young sharecroppers son one of eight living in Florida spends his young&lt;br /&gt;childhood days working in a field. He is born to poor family 6 boys two&lt;br /&gt;girls. They traveled from farm house to farm house working the fields and whatever&lt;br /&gt;crop was in season. His mother had 4 boys when her husband dies unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;and she remarries and has 2 girls and two boys. He grows up and has no&lt;br /&gt;formal education past the 8th grade. He works days in a cotton field during the day. And at night as a logger in the woods.  He gives over half of his pay to&lt;br /&gt;support his family and does so willingly not because they asked. All the&lt;br /&gt;brothers in his family enlist in branches of the military and serve our&lt;br /&gt;country. His mother sent all her boys off to war and sees them all come&lt;br /&gt;home safely. Dad serves in the Air Force in Korea as a truck driver &amp;&lt;br /&gt;military vehicle repairman. He gets out of service and is stationed in&lt;br /&gt;Utah. He starts working for Sears as a Truck Driver and ends up driving&lt;br /&gt;for them for over 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;With a perfect driving record I might add. He meets a girl there and&lt;br /&gt;later marries her. They try for many years to have children but, they lose all 3.&lt;br /&gt;One girl who was stillborn, One girl who did not live but a few hours&lt;br /&gt;and one boy who also only lived s few hours. They then adopted a&lt;br /&gt;precious,beautiful baby girl and raise her in a Godly,Loving, Fun,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Beaver like Home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He served at his local church for almost 40 years as deacon, chairman of&lt;br /&gt;the finance committee, and all other committees in between. He can make&lt;br /&gt;friends very easily and loves to talk to strangers. He loves nothing&lt;br /&gt;more than to send people cards for birthdays and anniversaries and just&lt;br /&gt;cause.&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to receive cards and saves everyone he gets. He is a very&lt;br /&gt;proud man who takes pride in his home and yard. He has given me more&lt;br /&gt;than I could ever&lt;br /&gt;thank him for and I am privileged to call him my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY DADDY!!!! I LOVE YOU !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4947668959024327546?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4947668959024327546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4947668959024327546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4947668959024327546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4947668959024327546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1061181954928076121</id><published>2007-06-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:02:20.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Like About You</title><content type='html'>Guess Who This Is???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What I like about you is the way you try your hardest to really take care of me if I don't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like the way you have begun to like TV shows I can watch with you like "I Love Lucy", "the Cosby Show" and "the Munsters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like that you LOVE animals so much. I would have loved to be like that growing up but I could not because of dumb ol' allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like that fact that you love your friends so deeply. You constantly&lt;br /&gt;think of ways you can be with them and mourn deeply when they move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love that you now like the same music as I do. Stevie Wonder, UniqueII, Cindy Lauper, Dolly Parton &amp; Steven Curtis Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like that you love to sing. You sing as loud as you can any time you&lt;br /&gt;can and you do not care who is watching or listening. I even spied on&lt;br /&gt;you singing during VBS and got choked up because you love singing to the LORD the most!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like that sometimes well most of the time you tell others just what you think.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will serve you well in adolescence so you do not give into&lt;br /&gt;peer pressure. I also hope this does not drive people away cuz' it can be seem as bossy at times :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Believe it or not I love that you have picked up my good and bad&lt;br /&gt;qualities because when I see you act out the bad ones it makes me want&lt;br /&gt;to work on them and make myself better. Otherwise I would probably be&lt;br /&gt;too busy to see what I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like that you are really smart and academic things come easy for you thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And I even like that you are going to be 9 in a few days so we can see&lt;br /&gt;what great things God has in store for you in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1061181954928076121?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1061181954928076121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1061181954928076121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1061181954928076121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1061181954928076121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-like-about-you.html' title='What I Like About You'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7815638225430761100</id><published>2007-06-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:42.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmnFMzrt0hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xRJnjCi7MCc/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmnFMzrt0hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xRJnjCi7MCc/s200/P1010159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073803279032242706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmnFDTrt0gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KLefPse6ZRM/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmnFDTrt0gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KLefPse6ZRM/s200/P1010161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073803115823485442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pictures of of GREAT week! Yeah VBS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7815638225430761100?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7815638225430761100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7815638225430761100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7815638225430761100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7815638225430761100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-are-some-fun-pictures-of-of-great.html' title=''/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmnFMzrt0hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xRJnjCi7MCc/s72-c/P1010159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7582330867309682242</id><published>2007-06-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:42.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmjIpTrt0fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BOJT3DCFmxY/s1600-h/jh3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmjIpTrt0fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BOJT3DCFmxY/s200/jh3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073525592216687090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a very precious memory from today. I had the extreme privilege&lt;br /&gt;of leading Jake to the Lord. He asked Jesus into his heart this morning&lt;br /&gt;in Vacation Bible School. He has been asking questions lately about sin&lt;br /&gt;and how did Jesus die on the cross. He was very serious this morning&lt;br /&gt;when he came forward. He listened intently to all I had to say as I&lt;br /&gt;choked back tears. He does not really understand when mommy has happy&lt;br /&gt;tears. He said his prayer with my help and after we prayed he looked up&lt;br /&gt;at me and said I feel Him momma I feel Jesus in my heart. He smiled all&lt;br /&gt;day and told everyone he met that he had asked Jesus in his heart. He&lt;br /&gt;called his dad and grandpa. We are so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7582330867309682242?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7582330867309682242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7582330867309682242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7582330867309682242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7582330867309682242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/precious-memories.html' title='Precious Memories'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmjIpTrt0fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BOJT3DCFmxY/s72-c/jh3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-86211834765445085</id><published>2007-06-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:30:42.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to Please</title><content type='html'>Okay Well If you don't already know this about me here is the brutal truth. I have an extreme need to please others. Yes for those of you that really know me you are shocked.  But it has been brought to my attention more recently than ever. I wish I could say I am the only one in my household who has this but alas I am not. I have been carefully watching my oldest and see her also with this flaw.  I believe that mine is rooted in a family member who is overly judgemental and harsh at times on my choices. therfore I compensate by over doing it to reverse thier criticism.  Golden Boy tells me that I have to answer any question no matter if I know the answer or not. This lately has gotten me into several situations that are uncomfortable to say the least. I wish this was easily fixable preferably with some type of pill and very little work on my part. ya know "I wanna new drug" that helps me overocme this with no side effects. Why tell others about this if I am so embarassed about it. Well here we go I am trying to please some people who tell me I need to type more often on this blog and so here it is. Wow it never ends.  So for anyone else who has this Need feel free to jump in and help a girl out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-86211834765445085?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/86211834765445085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=86211834765445085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/86211834765445085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/86211834765445085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/need-to-please.html' title='Need to Please'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-3204053793475034761</id><published>2007-06-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:45:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>Well I have racked my brains all day to try and come up with just the&lt;br /&gt;right present for a very very dear friend. She has been by me through&lt;br /&gt;thick and thin and everywhere in between. Since I will probably not be&lt;br /&gt;able to buy a gift adequate enough to express to her just how much she&lt;br /&gt;means to me. I am going to give her this small token of my high esteem&lt;br /&gt;for her. (in her love language)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is one who will tell you like it is with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;I believe she has read more books than anyone on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;She loves her family with great passion, and loves her GOD even more.&lt;br /&gt;She shows through her actions everyday how much God has blessed her and how much she wants to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;She is very smart and funny!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;She is way fun to be around, and if someone told me I would have to choose&lt;br /&gt;between breathing and talking to her on a daily basis it would be a&lt;br /&gt;toss-up.&lt;br /&gt;She stood beside me before I became a Mrs. and told me everything she knew.&lt;br /&gt;She loves thrill rides and helps me break out of my scaredy cat mode.&lt;br /&gt;She tries her best to comfort me when I am so afraid I can barely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;She also has great ideas to make her friends and family feel special.&lt;br /&gt;She has put up with my mood swings,random ramblings and strange behavior and loved me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;She can do more technically than most everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;She can do anything she sets her mind to and has a lot more will-power than I do!&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful on the inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;And although our relationship is probably less than completely healthy I&lt;br /&gt;cannot and will not stand by and let anything take it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being you! And Thanks for letting me be me and still being my co dependant Dear Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNEBUG YOU ARE THE BEST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-3204053793475034761?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3204053793475034761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=3204053793475034761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3204053793475034761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/3204053793475034761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/ode-to-dear-friend.html' title='Ode to a Dear Friend'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8527173878292259287</id><published>2007-06-02T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:43.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmIJEponXdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZIyVJc1MIUU/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmIJEponXdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZIyVJc1MIUU/s200/P1010147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071626105872932306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmII75onXcI/AAAAAAAAADw/nFPKfBZ8q4o/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmII75onXcI/AAAAAAAAADw/nFPKfBZ8q4o/s200/P1010140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071625955549076930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the latest with the clan.  The Kind One had his last ball game today. He hit the ball well and even got someone out at third. He did an excellent job and had a lot of fun playing.  The Unique One is just doing her own thing just being funny and cute.  The Smart one got the cutest haircut today. We are having a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On The Menu Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fish Fry Night&lt;br /&gt;fried fish&lt;br /&gt;hushpuppies&lt;br /&gt;onion rings&lt;br /&gt;fries &lt;br /&gt;fruit salad &lt;br /&gt;and homemade chocolate ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8527173878292259287?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8527173878292259287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8527173878292259287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8527173878292259287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8527173878292259287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RmIJEponXdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZIyVJc1MIUU/s72-c/P1010147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7642105623208792386</id><published>2007-05-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:43.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlTW75onXbI/AAAAAAAAADo/iuFb3GfPfIs/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlTW75onXbI/AAAAAAAAADo/iuFb3GfPfIs/s200/P1010130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067911805270449586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT!! THE UNIQUE ONE&lt;br /&gt;GOT HER EARS PIERCED TODAY. SHE WAS SUPER EXCITED!!! And she did not&lt;br /&gt;even flinch or cry. She loves her new "goldie" earrings.  She cannot wait till July 11th when she can put in her new pink ones she has already bought.  We are so excited for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7642105623208792386?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7642105623208792386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7642105623208792386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7642105623208792386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7642105623208792386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-deal.html' title='Big Deal'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlTW75onXbI/AAAAAAAAADo/iuFb3GfPfIs/s72-c/P1010130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-4466755398785769661</id><published>2007-05-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:43.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlOU5ponXZI/AAAAAAAAADY/SFMNe_VXoZE/s1600-h/Image008_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlOU5ponXZI/AAAAAAAAADY/SFMNe_VXoZE/s200/Image008_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067557723871600018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is our official 1st day of Summer. They went to school until&lt;br /&gt;10:15 and after coming home Summer began. We watched a little TV of&lt;br /&gt;course, ate lunch and then I told them to get on their swimsuits. I&lt;br /&gt;turned on the sprinkler and gave them the sidewalk chalk and told them&lt;br /&gt;they could write on the fence. And of course they got to swing and eat Popsicle's. &lt;br /&gt;And On The Menu &lt;br /&gt;For our 1st Summer supper&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Chicken &amp; Deer Sausage&lt;br /&gt;Au gratin potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;fresh pineapple&lt;br /&gt;rolls&lt;br /&gt;and for dessert HOMEMADE PEACH COBBLER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE COME EAT ANYTIME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-4466755398785769661?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4466755398785769661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=4466755398785769661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4466755398785769661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/4466755398785769661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-day-of-summer.html' title='1st Day of Summer'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlOU5ponXZI/AAAAAAAAADY/SFMNe_VXoZE/s72-c/Image008_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-8663248257715350413</id><published>2007-05-20T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:44.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Finales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlEM7JonXYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8D1HZTRiQ78/s1600-h/horseshow3a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlEM7JonXYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8D1HZTRiQ78/s200/horseshow3a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066845266106604930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlEMvponXXI/AAAAAAAAADI/kY0cBW-cQRI/s1600-h/j%26mrs.I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlEMvponXXI/AAAAAAAAADI/kY0cBW-cQRI/s200/j%26mrs.I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066845068538109298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well after an Insane weekend. Here is the Grand Finale. The first was Thursday the Kind One received&lt;br /&gt;The Student of The Year Award at school. There was a big speech about&lt;br /&gt;how he tries is hardest at everything he does how he takes care ofeveryone in his class and makes friends with everyone. It was very special and he was so proud of himself.  On Friday The Thinker received&lt;br /&gt;the award for The Most Avid Reader, and An "A" average for the year.&lt;br /&gt;She also was very happy. Then on Saturday The Thinker had a great day&lt;br /&gt;at her horse show and The Unique One had her first ballet recital. She&lt;br /&gt;was a beautiful ballerina. Idon't have any photos to post cause I took&lt;br /&gt;them all on the film camera. Archaic I know. Well the True grand Finale&lt;br /&gt;was The Unique One finishing preschool. She did her sweet little&lt;br /&gt;program and we went backto her room for a tearful goodbye with her&lt;br /&gt;teacher. And I kept thinking as I stood there in that room like I have&lt;br /&gt;all year that the longer I stayed there, the longer she will be a preschooler. And the minute I step out she is a Kindergartner. So needless to say I stayed as long as I could.  I felt like my feet&lt;br /&gt;weighed 200 lbs. I almost could not pick them up to walk out that&lt;br /&gt;door. But when I did I was quickly reminded that each step brings her&lt;br /&gt;closer to the girl God wants her to be. As does each step we took with all of the kids this weekend. I want thier Grand Finales to all be Happy ones and oned focused on thier Maker and what He wants for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-8663248257715350413?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8663248257715350413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=8663248257715350413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8663248257715350413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/8663248257715350413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/grand-finales.html' title='Grand Finales'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RlEM7JonXYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8D1HZTRiQ78/s72-c/horseshow3a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7147357134794250395</id><published>2007-05-15T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:57:23.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the End</title><content type='html'>This week is truly insane!!!!!!!!! beyond busy or hectic BUT TRULY&lt;br /&gt;INSANE!!!!!!!! but it marks the end of a poignant time in my life. As&lt;br /&gt;of August of this year I will no longer have a preschooler in my home.&lt;br /&gt;This has notoccurred in 9 years. I was pregnant for 5 and now have had a&lt;br /&gt;little one at home for 9. I thought in the early years I would greet&lt;br /&gt;this time with whoops and hollers but instead find myself teary and irritable. More edgy and testy and quick to speak and slow to listen. Which for&lt;br /&gt;me shows my great immaturity and lack of quick wit. I want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and be able to celebrate as my now 5 year old takes her last steps in&lt;br /&gt;preschool and prepares for big school. I want to be able to smile as my&lt;br /&gt;child who we thought would at the very least repeat kindergarten.  But is now&lt;br /&gt;going into the 2nd grade without repeating anything and is getting the most improved reader award at school on Thursday. And watching my now almost 4th&lt;br /&gt;grader turn more into a young lady and less of a child. I really love&lt;br /&gt;my life I have a great hubby,  great kids, I can pay all my bills and take care&lt;br /&gt;of most of my wants. I have a fabulous job, great boss and truly&lt;br /&gt;exceptional friends. But why this is so hard I do not know ? But as it&lt;br /&gt;draws closer I feel like I am walking the plank so if anyone has any&lt;br /&gt;life rings to throw "bring em'on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7147357134794250395?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7147357134794250395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7147357134794250395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7147357134794250395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7147357134794250395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/nearing-end.html' title='Nearing the End'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-5062427210653113270</id><published>2007-05-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:42:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best  of  SNL</title><content type='html'>In honor of the best of the 90's SNL show tonight, I thought I would&lt;br /&gt;give you some highlights. These are lines and sketches that made me&lt;br /&gt;laugh. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "You would be a guy living in a van down by the river."&lt;br /&gt;2. "I need more cowbell"&lt;br /&gt;3. Any weekend update sketch&lt;br /&gt;4. "buh bye,buh bye now, buh bye, buh bye now"&lt;br /&gt;5. "I am verclempt, talk among yourselves I will give you a topic"&lt;br /&gt;6. "We are here to Pump you UP"&lt;br /&gt;7.  cheer leading sketches &lt;br /&gt;8.  night at the roxberry sketch&lt;br /&gt;9. Shweatty balls on radio sketch&lt;br /&gt;10. jeopardy sketches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are many others but tell me your favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-5062427210653113270?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5062427210653113270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=5062427210653113270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5062427210653113270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/5062427210653113270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-of-snl.html' title='The Best  of  SNL'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-2712087236295857251</id><published>2007-05-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:44.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BuXNQ47I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Xrt86IGm-4/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BuXNQ47I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Xrt86IGm-4/s200/P1010044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061273820993741746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BVXNQ46I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_IrGDy4HtFY/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BVXNQ46I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_IrGDy4HtFY/s200/P1010034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061273391497012130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BOHNQ45I/AAAAAAAAACw/meIO55prKAE/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BOHNQ45I/AAAAAAAAACw/meIO55prKAE/s200/P1010030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061273266942960530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the comings and goings of the clan in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;The Kind One got a new remote control boat for his birthday. I think&lt;br /&gt;his dad and papa enjoyed it as much as he did. The men also went on the&lt;br /&gt;RA camp out. They did manly stuff like put up tents, went fishing and made fire. There were a lot of smile's and they will definitely remember&lt;br /&gt;their time together. While they boys were away the girls played. We&lt;br /&gt;cooked out burgers, watched movies and had a sleepover. We also went to&lt;br /&gt;the Arts and Crafts fair today. We shopped, sweat ed and smiled . The&lt;br /&gt;girls &amp; I had a great time. Time passes to quick. To much to do and&lt;br /&gt;not enough time to do it in but, I think we have made good use of our&lt;br /&gt;time lately. We are so Thankful and blessed for safety and time&lt;br /&gt;together as a family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-2712087236295857251?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2712087236295857251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=2712087236295857251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2712087236295857251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/2712087236295857251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/goings-on.html' title='Goings On'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/Rj1BuXNQ47I/AAAAAAAAADA/1Xrt86IGm-4/s72-c/P1010044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-150277890268168141</id><published>2007-05-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:25:51.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Okay I was tagged by Kearsmom. I am glad I was in a blogger fog. Why do I blog. Well part of it is because I hate to be left out of anything.  Private blogs, Private Conversations, private jokes.ect...   And I was feeling left out before i started a blog.  Another reason is I like to talk about myself and my family and this seemed like a perfect venue to do that.  And Junebug can be pretty persuasive (not pushy) and I allowed her to persude me.  I also love to write but unfortunately I write like I think which is random and apparently without puncuation. I hope this explains why I blog and that soon the blogger fog will lift and I will have something funny,creative or thoguht provoking to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-150277890268168141?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/150277890268168141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=150277890268168141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/150277890268168141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/150277890268168141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6201173313616079119</id><published>2007-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:53:29.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Ok i have decided it is time to expose some of my secrets. Not all of them but some so without further ado.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I love HOT showers not warm HOT, The Kind one also loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a great fondness for movie candy.   Not mm's (although I like them very much) not snocaps but these three in particular. LEMONHEADS, HOT TAMALES, AND RASINETS.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are saying I have never seen you eat that kind of&lt;br /&gt;candy. Well it is because I try not to. I have such a fondness of it I&lt;br /&gt;cannot stop myself. Case in point. I was prinintg photos at the local CVS and spotted candy 50% off and it was Hot Tamales and lemonheads. I tried to resist I have not bought any of that candy in over 6 months. But I gave in to temptation&lt;br /&gt;and purchased the said candy. I was not in the car 5 minutes before I had&lt;br /&gt;torn into the box of Tamales and eaten more than a few. Throughout the&lt;br /&gt;rest of the day between ballet and ball practice I am embarrassed to say just how&lt;br /&gt;many I had eaten. By the time I got home around 7:00 I was not feeling&lt;br /&gt;too well. I did not tell Golden Boy why I just said I needed to take it&lt;br /&gt;easy. I try and I try but I cannot stop! So if any of you know any&lt;br /&gt;therapy group to help me with this great fondness let me know. I might&lt;br /&gt;attend their meetings but the boxes of lemonheads and hot tamales will probably still be in my car:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I really want to be a pastry chef and have my own bakery.&lt;br /&gt;I have it all planned out like what we could make on what days, when we could have a ladies sweet night where you bring your friends and eat pastries and hang out. How the kids room would be set up, so moms could relax and send there kids to play. and how each corner of myshop would be named after each one of my children. I even know  our days of operation and our business hours. I also will need a good honest bookkeeper. If you told me I had to get up early every day to bake sweets for&lt;br /&gt;people I think that would make me very happy. WEIRD I KNOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate to have my feet stepped on. Emotionally and literally. The tops of me feet are hyper sensitive and so are my emotiions. That is really not a secret to some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I judge how clean someone house is that I just met by how clean the inside of their microwave is. Again I know weird but think about it this is a device that very few people go a whole day and don't at least use it once. If you don't have time to clean something you use that often what else is not clean?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough confessions I have many more but I must go get back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all and tell me what are some of your secrets??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6201173313616079119?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6201173313616079119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6201173313616079119' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6201173313616079119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6201173313616079119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-6858216137261701702</id><published>2007-04-23T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 7 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiykV-UVU7I/AAAAAAAAACo/QVCE0leQOHc/s1600-h/P1010145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiykV-UVU7I/AAAAAAAAACo/QVCE0leQOHc/s200/P1010145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056597179042714546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiykOuUVU6I/AAAAAAAAACg/zD4BubDfRTA/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiykOuUVU6I/AAAAAAAAACg/zD4BubDfRTA/s200/P1010133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056597054488662946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seven years I have learned how to write my name, speak so people can understand me, and for those of you who don't know his history that was a big deal. I have learned to ride a bike,add and subtract and put together almost any puzzle. I am called the wild kid in my class but not in a bad way. I have stolen the hearts of many teachers and people who know me. I am kind and thoughtful and will give you a hug any time you ask. I have a smile that will melt your heart and I still want to marry my mommy or Rebecca M. I am a sweet young man who God has a big plans for. Happy Birthday My Kind One. We love you. Mom, Dad and Sisters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-6858216137261701702?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6858216137261701702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=6858216137261701702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6858216137261701702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/6858216137261701702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-7-years.html' title='In 7 Years'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiykV-UVU7I/AAAAAAAAACo/QVCE0leQOHc/s72-c/P1010145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1049501936222962069</id><published>2007-04-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiZ7gB9hOtI/AAAAAAAAACY/_mKXRdaGuXc/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiZ7gB9hOtI/AAAAAAAAACY/_mKXRdaGuXc/s200/P1010129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054863421982456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiZ7XB9hOsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OtF2ylGirj0/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiZ7XB9hOsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OtF2ylGirj0/s200/P1010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054863267363633858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of visiting some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; in Houston this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;. Our boys are close in age and had a great time with one another. And we had a very fun and relaxing weekend. We toured the town and saw the biggest high school football field I have ever seen. We also took the boys the the Houston Aquarium. We love the area, the school in in their neighborhood and the very large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; they attend. Thanks guys for the way fun time we shared we will do it again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1049501936222962069?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1049501936222962069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1049501936222962069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1049501936222962069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1049501936222962069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RiZ7gB9hOtI/AAAAAAAAACY/_mKXRdaGuXc/s72-c/P1010129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-7513060538879459595</id><published>2007-04-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:29:20.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sports Fans Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Ok for those of you that don't know the Masters Golf tournament has been going on the past 4 days. And I am happy to say I have gotten to see most of it. Golden Boy and I had the awesome priviledge to go see the final round one year 1994. I was hooked I have always loved sports. I like football, baseball, hockey, golf, tennis and yes even bowling.   I love to watch it all and don't usually mind if it is on at my home. The Masters however is a whole different world. First of all you cannot just go to this golf tournament. Someone has to die or let you have thier tickets which rarely happens. GB got them that year because his boss at the time had some through his dad. We drove to Augusta and steppped out in the parking lot which seemed to hold a million cars. And these people were serious followers, we were sorely under prepared.  No cute little folding chairs to carry around to the next hole.  No umbrellas to keep the sun off . No matching outfits or logoed golf shirts.  Just a couple of kids going to watch some golf.  The year we went Ernie Els won It wa so exciting.  It a beautiful course covered in pink azelas and perfect grass. stone covered bridges and huge beautiful trees.  They even  use green sand to color in the holes in the greens and all the food you buy is wrapped in green celaphane so if it falls onto the course the cameras do not pick it up. This year a kid from Iowa won His name is Zach Johnson.  After his win on the 18th green he walked over and kissed his baby boy and wife. When he was interviewed later before receiveing his green jacket he gave glory to his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I was so excited!!!!  He had never won any torney this big and he came out of nowhere to beat the big boys, Tiger went down with a thud and so did Appleby &amp; Gossen.   It will be a good start to his career which I hope is a long and happy one.  And any of you who want to come over to my house and watch next year just bring your favorite snacks and come on over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-7513060538879459595?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7513060538879459595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=7513060538879459595' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7513060538879459595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/7513060538879459595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-sports-fans-everywhere.html' title='To Sports Fans Everywhere'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077829106086419517.post-1847108186006921638</id><published>2007-04-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:52:45.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RhpnIJRDCuI/AAAAAAAAACI/4nUDclzWNQQ/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RhpnIJRDCuI/AAAAAAAAACI/4nUDclzWNQQ/s200/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051463321673468642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are God alone, in the good times and bad, you are on your throne you are God alone"&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord we had Grandpa to celebrate easter with. What a blessing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077829106086419517-1847108186006921638?l=southernutahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1847108186006921638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077829106086419517&amp;postID=1847108186006921638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1847108186006921638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077829106086419517/posts/default/1847108186006921638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernutahgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-miracles.html' title='Easter miracles'/><author><name>southernutahgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z45/Southernutahgirl/wdwphotos067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi5xFBoXTRg/RhpnIJRDCuI/AAAAAAAAACI/4nUDclzWNQQ/s72-c/P1010087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
