<?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-2013420766421671043</id><updated>2011-09-30T06:45:13.922-04:00</updated><category term='Life. Random.'/><category term='family. memories'/><category term='travels. friends.'/><category term='friend. memories.'/><category term='dating.random'/><title type='text'>"Just a Small Town Girl"</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't stop believin! Hold on to that feelin!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastkami.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013420766421671043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastkami.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17474492681552819372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013420766421671043.post-8503042715229596493</id><published>2010-05-17T19:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:53:47.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAw_Mv3N3YI/AAAAAAAABbo/aVpDTr3WYio/s1600/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAw_Mv3N3YI/AAAAAAAABbo/aVpDTr3WYio/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479824334842092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://eastcoastkami.blogspot.com/2010/01/25x25.html"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt;? Well, let's just check number 25 off! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxCuSAIAEI/AAAAAAAABcQ/m3JT1UUIqks/s1600/DSC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxCuSAIAEI/AAAAAAAABcQ/m3JT1UUIqks/s320/DSC00423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479828209476829250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute mom, spunky grandma and bff Kalli finally made the trek to DC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA5c-v9uI/AAAAAAAABcI/jGSFgUfUHPg/s1600/DSC00400.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA5c-v9uI/AAAAAAAABcI/jGSFgUfUHPg/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479826202379155170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA4tMry1I/AAAAAAAABb4/FyMU2Y1vsFs/s1600/DSC00538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA4tMry1I/AAAAAAAABb4/FyMU2Y1vsFs/s320/DSC00538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479826189552700242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA5Foi0HI/AAAAAAAABcA/bpm-kHBSR_A/s1600/DSC00525.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAxA5Foi0HI/AAAAAAAABcA/bpm-kHBSR_A/s320/DSC00525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479826196112003186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/TAw_tnZa3xI/AAAAAAAABbw/iSORZw6GfSU/s320/DSC00489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479824899505315602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun girls weekend hanging out and catching up. I loved showing my favorite people some of my favorite places. We hopped around the monuments, went shopping, went swimming at the hotel, sported matching Washington DC sweatshirts, and walked Grandma Tammy to death :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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When the forecasters began calling for record levels of snow, I made a list of snow projects, and set out to stock up with the necessary items to complete said projects. Unfortunately for my waistline, most of my tasks involved F-O-O-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, I searched three grocery stores, Wal-Mart and Target for chicken....and four hours later walked away with the last package of frozen, fresh or pre-cooked chicken in northern Virginia....sadly, it was chicken leg quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNXp-G_tI/AAAAAAAABZE/xmf1um5kELs/s1600-h/IMG_1210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNXp-G_tI/AAAAAAAABZE/xmf1um5kELs/s320/IMG_1210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, they grossed me out too, but desperate times called for desperate measures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, imagine Christmas Eve shopping at the most popular mall times 500 and you've got the grocery stores the night before the storm. Parking lots were packed; sadly, shelves were not. It was serious pandemonium. Don't believe me? Here's proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3S8b-TC1JI/AAAAAAAABbM/npE9jy20JdU/s1600-h/grocery2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3S8b-TC1JI/AAAAAAAABbM/npE9jy20JdU/s320/grocery2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Produce Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3S8aQ_yWxI/AAAAAAAABbE/pBxhKYuZEyI/s1600-h/grocery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3S8aQ_yWxI/AAAAAAAABbE/pBxhKYuZEyI/s320/grocery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Juice Aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture that through every grocery store in the DC area. I wish I would have taken out some stock in the local grocery chains....While the shelves were slightly bare, I was able to stock up enough to make lots of goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was on the menu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNZurW4hI/AAAAAAAABZM/5Vf_rG5xz8s/s1600-h/IMG_1213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNZurW4hI/AAAAAAAABZM/5Vf_rG5xz8s/s320/IMG_1213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omelette with tomato, cucumber, spinach, onions and peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNaqOBE4I/AAAAAAAABZU/uJP3O8ohwVo/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNaqOBE4I/AAAAAAAABZU/uJP3O8ohwVo/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/michael-chiarello/homemade-tomato-soup-recipe/index.html"&gt;Homemade Tomato Basil Soup&lt;/a&gt; with homemade croutons and feta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNokcrFSI/AAAAAAAABZs/_94oxKf29es/s1600-h/IMG_1219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNokcrFSI/AAAAAAAABZs/_94oxKf29es/s320/IMG_1219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/chicken-pot-pie-recipe/index.html"&gt;Chicken Pot Pies&lt;/a&gt; with Spinach Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNqdZL8SI/AAAAAAAABZ0/sqCcFi8jTHE/s1600-h/IMG_1221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNqdZL8SI/AAAAAAAABZ0/sqCcFi8jTHE/s320/IMG_1221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/molten-lava-cakes-recipe/index.html"&gt;Chocolate Molten Lava Cake&lt;/a&gt; with Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNzW_r9oI/AAAAAAAABaU/k8z7bBliII0/s1600-h/IMG_1328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DNzW_r9oI/AAAAAAAABaU/k8z7bBliII0/s320/IMG_1328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted Pepper and Vegetable Beef Stew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DUWoqOTOI/AAAAAAAABas/dDBbIWLa3RE/s1600-h/IMG_1333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S3DUWoqOTOI/AAAAAAAABas/dDBbIWLa3RE/s320/IMG_1333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuffed Pork Tenderloin with Feta Green Beans and &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/garlic-roasted-potatoes-recipe/index.html"&gt;Garlic Roasted Red Potatoes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just received word of another storm headed our way this week. I think my roomie summed it up best when she said, "Seriously the snow has got to stop, I'm turning into &lt;a href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/ruby/index.jsp"&gt;Ruby.&lt;/a&gt; When all this ends I'll need my own TV show."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I know y'all were worried (except my mother...she knew I was "responsible enough to hack it" in the record-breaking storm). Everyone else can rest assured that I'm still snow-capable (I haven't forgotten my Utah snow roots).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25X4BUV4-I/AAAAAAAABXM/0eL_0t98oqA/s1600-h/IMG_1330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25X4BUV4-I/AAAAAAAABXM/0eL_0t98oqA/s320/IMG_1330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Following the brunt of "snowmageddon," this guy showed up at our place ready to roll. Doesn't he look hardcore? Wayne's from Alaska so he knows how to handle the white stuff. The power was off at his place (and most of my neighborhood) so he came down to hang out. Luckily, my side of the street survived the outages and we were able to comfortably ride out the brunt of the storm.&amp;nbsp;After hours of cooking, eating, watching movies, internet surfing and being cooped up, we struck out to assess the damage. Whoa baby, it was quite a surreal sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YeIf7C8I/AAAAAAAABX8/1s4pn45QmhY/s1600-h/IMG_1232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y0RdCf0I/AAAAAAAABYM/5Qcr5CZVWXA/s1600-h/IMG_1298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y0RdCf0I/AAAAAAAABYM/5Qcr5CZVWXA/s320/IMG_1298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That'd be a shopping cart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YeIf7C8I/AAAAAAAABX8/1s4pn45QmhY/s1600-h/IMG_1232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YeIf7C8I/AAAAAAAABX8/1s4pn45QmhY/s320/IMG_1232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and this is our street sign.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YUpksxxI/AAAAAAAABXs/qQ8RtuMrJ8A/s1600-h/IMG_1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YUpksxxI/AAAAAAAABXs/qQ8RtuMrJ8A/s320/IMG_1240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are playing in the middle of our intersection...because no cars were in our way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Yl-wKs5I/AAAAAAAABYE/cJ4fu1HSMXA/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Yl-wKs5I/AAAAAAAABYE/cJ4fu1HSMXA/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wayne found a bike to ride...if only it wasn't stuck in three feet of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25X7wiUMiI/AAAAAAAABXU/A_FMd4ztbvo/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25X7wiUMiI/AAAAAAAABXU/A_FMd4ztbvo/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope thought she could take me...let's just say she learned not to mess with a farm girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25hD6PRVNI/AAAAAAAABY0/x28hEkmc6_8/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25hD6PRVNI/AAAAAAAABY0/x28hEkmc6_8/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YCZmxpeI/AAAAAAAABXc/Hkyt2-5lw_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YCZmxpeI/AAAAAAAABXc/Hkyt2-5lw_Q/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YRH6ME9I/AAAAAAAABXk/yFgwDYrkzh8/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25YRH6ME9I/AAAAAAAABXk/yFgwDYrkzh8/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we hiked down to the Mickey-D's...only to find they were closed!!! You know its quite the storm if McDonald's can't even open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25h8w6SrNI/AAAAAAAABY8/oHAtEY4btUI/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25h8w6SrNI/AAAAAAAABY8/oHAtEY4btUI/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were insane amounts of snow, but we made it through Snowmageddon fairly unscathed. The trees, power lines and lots of cars weren't so lucky!&amp;nbsp;It's hard to tell, but that's a car lot...lines of cars totally buried. Cuh-razy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25guMF8pbI/AAAAAAAABYk/m4fHvW06MF8/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25guMF8pbI/AAAAAAAABYk/m4fHvW06MF8/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y-zSfftI/AAAAAAAABYc/hIBZ4s7J9vE/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y-zSfftI/AAAAAAAABYc/hIBZ4s7J9vE/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y6xXAQNI/AAAAAAAABYU/cWGcD11cw8I/s1600-h/IMG_1308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/S25Y6xXAQNI/AAAAAAAABYU/cWGcD11cw8I/s320/IMG_1308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the winds stopped howling, and the flakes were done flying, our neighborhood was quite magical. 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You can see the toilet right next to our bed...NYC style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0wvJwp8SI/AAAAAAAABV0/O_FDUS-upzw/s1600-h/Times.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0wvJwp8SI/AAAAAAAABV0/O_FDUS-upzw/s320/Times.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went with a classic and saw The Lion King on Broadway...amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0w6PLRkcI/AAAAAAAABWE/sqIEZG7voq4/s1600-h/silverdiner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0w6PLRkcI/AAAAAAAABWE/sqIEZG7voq4/s320/silverdiner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Graham joined the party at the Stardust Diner...after he took us on an awesome tour of the NBC Studios. He's our very own Kenneth the Page (if you don't know who that is...watch 30 Rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0xCVSUQdI/AAAAAAAABWc/j596ZI6GhaQ/s1600-h/CentralPark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0xCVSUQdI/AAAAAAAABWc/j596ZI6GhaQ/s320/CentralPark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a leisurely stroll through Central Park on Sunday...perfect weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0rmNFoyPI/AAAAAAAABVs/4xXTqkJ5_mA/s1600-h/CopsNYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/St0rmNFoyPI/AAAAAAAABVs/4xXTqkJ5_mA/s320/CopsNYC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the married (unknown til after the photo) cop I may or may not have made Diana stalk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely weekend in NYC. We did what we wanted, spent way too much money (its NYC...you lose money just breathing the air) , and laughed at each other. It was a nice little send off before Di up and abandoned me in DC :( I'll forgive her for leavin me if she promises we can have a repeat NYC trip next fall!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013420766421671043-2873652927786936117?l=eastcoastkami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eastcoastkami.blogspot.com/feeds/2873652927786936117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013420766421671043&amp;postID=2873652927786936117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013420766421671043/posts/default/2873652927786936117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013420766421671043/posts/default/2873652927786936117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eastcoastkami.blogspot.com/2009/09/eight-years-ago.html' title='Eight Years Ago...'/><author><name>Kami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17474492681552819372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-h9bk3CI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6ZP8aHQKvls/s72-c/DC+March+09+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013420766421671043.post-7165430381788992510</id><published>2009-09-09T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:06:47.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating.random'/><title type='text'>All the Single Ladies...</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of giving...I'm sharing some words of wisdom with all you single ladies out there (sorry it's too late for all you marrieds). Pass this on...it could revolutionize dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne and I were standing in line just like this...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Sqcn6m06eSI/AAAAAAAABVM/hnx5Dz4JLW0/s1600-h/costcoline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Sqcn6m06eSI/AAAAAAAABVM/hnx5Dz4JLW0/s320/costcoline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Costco Pizza Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kami:&lt;/b&gt; "blah blah blah...I'm tired of dating, men are from mars, etc." {something like that...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rita the Random Line Lady&lt;/b&gt;: "Girl, you just make sure he's straight. You just never know these days. They all be pretending. You gotta be sure he straight..." {that's the PG version...Rita added a few more X-rated details about all the so-called "pretenders"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kami:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh yeah, you, uh, just never know these days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wayne: &lt;/b&gt;---silence----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it here first! The recipe for dating success- make sure he's straight and that he ain't just pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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However, I had a blast enjoying every hot, sunny day! Here's my little tribute to the past 3 months...hold on tight, it was a wild ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SqRiBoo3PXI/AAAAAAAABR8/C6qPLzscF68/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SqRiBoo3PXI/AAAAAAAABR8/C6qPLzscF68/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SqRhtzy3HAI/AAAAAAAABR0/4fnFwzjXQGY/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SqRhtzy3HAI/AAAAAAAABR0/4fnFwzjXQGY/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SqRieHq0wII/AAAAAAAABSE/DxLAVOlGA_A/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+200905+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Love, love, love UTAH (and the Box Elder County Fair and Rodeo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Summer...bring on fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She's quite the little lady. She loves dancing, singing, playing with Grandma, teasing her brothers, finding kitties to save, and being cute. And she's really good at all of 'em. But, she's probably the best at being a sister...a girl couldn't ask for anyone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SnedBjwQwAI/AAAAAAAABRE/0e95S62zcaw/s1600-h/washington+dc+2006+505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SnedBjwQwAI/AAAAAAAABRE/0e95S62zcaw/s320/washington+dc+2006+505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365930131138330626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention she can touch her tongue to her nose? Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's &lt;/span&gt;talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little lady was the answer to many, many prayers...I prayed all my life for a sister. When I was a little girl (and a big one, too) I wanted a sis more than a pony or a Barbie convertible or even a trampoline. Almost every time I blew out my birthday candles, I wished for a sister. And just when I thought all hope was lost...along came Kalli. She was definitely worth the wait-I couldn't dream of a better sister. She's perfect in every way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SnedC0ma5KI/AAAAAAAABRk/YHAh7Iq5ido/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SnedC0ma5KI/AAAAAAAABRk/YHAh7Iq5ido/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365930152840324258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past NINE years, she's been one of my best friends. She knows just what to say to make me feel better-on my last birthday she reassured me that I wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;old! However, I must be a little bit old, because I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday! Best day of my life for sure! Thanks for being my sissy, Kalli Mae. I can't wait for our next sleep over and shopping trip and dance party. I love you forever and ever! Happy Birthday Kal-girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you're birthday package is in the mail sweetheart...sorry its late! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She issued me this &lt;a href="http://tabbiperkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-kami.html"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Smk9mRVy-PI/AAAAAAAABQs/8lQAZucVGMw/s1600-h/Tabbi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Smk9mRVy-PI/AAAAAAAABQs/8lQAZucVGMw/s320/Tabbi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361884559060433138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Laura on the National Mall watching the Cherry Blossom Parade&lt;br /&gt;April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Smk9znLCmvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/SKp0ur9YcyA/s1600-h/Tabbi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Cade's teammate asking him who the "lady" with his mom was...really?!? Lady?!? I'm not old enough to be a lady, am I? (Rhetorical question...please don't respond!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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However, before she skipped town, she finished her DC chapter with lots and lots of adventures-and let me tag along on quite a few of them. Here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhYE3QWuBI/AAAAAAAABDw/biEYjz1fLc8/s1600-h/nycmuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352624997705103378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhYE3QWuBI/AAAAAAAABDw/biEYjz1fLc8/s320/nycmuseum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NYC Museum Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkjslO-cCzI/AAAAAAAABEI/VAmcVOf-fQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352788281549130546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkjslO-cCzI/AAAAAAAABEI/VAmcVOf-fQQ/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We broke the cardinal rule of Chinatown buses. Do NOT, I repeat do NOT sit next to the potties...eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Skjsabi3RBI/AAAAAAAABEA/xdMG4UeuaHw/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352788095944573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Skjsabi3RBI/AAAAAAAABEA/xdMG4UeuaHw/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fray and Jack's Mannequin Concert at the Merriweather Post Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhV5otC61I/AAAAAAAABDg/Z8_CrnqsnWc/s1600-h/tabbigoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352622605797092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhV5otC61I/AAAAAAAABDg/Z8_CrnqsnWc/s320/tabbigoodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tabbi's Leavin on a Jet Plane Good-bye Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl and her zest for life. I love that we know the same people (dating back 15 years...) and the same places. I love her heart of gold. I love all the adventures we've been on together (Duck, NYC 3X, Palmyra/Niagara Falls, Eastern Market, Williamsburg/Richmond, Cherry Blossom Festivals, Scottish Christmas Parades, Drag Queen Races, Rehoboth Beach, Police 5ks, musicals and ballets, Costco Pizza, Sunday dinners, Georgetown Gelato, touring with friends from home/USU, lil fender-benders :), and on and on). And I love that we've helped each other through our growing pains (sometimes its hard being a big girl!) over the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhYE0w04yI/AAAAAAAABD4/-Bi5XzdDlSo/s1600-h/nycride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352624997035991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkhYE0w04yI/AAAAAAAABD4/-Bi5XzdDlSo/s320/nycride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Tabbi and I'm so glad it's not goodbye, just see you later...we're both from Tree town, she can't get rid of me that easily :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We've really only known each other for 3-ish years, but I'm pretty sure our souls have been friends forever! No matter how much time passes between conversations or emails, we're always on the same page...we just "get" each other. And as if having one friend like this isn't blessing enough, I met her along with 3 other girls that I equally adore. We all lived together as interns in DC...discovering a new city, embarking on our "careers" and getting our first taste of the real world. To this day, I count these girls as one of the greatest "&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/1_ne/1/20#20"&gt;tender mercies&lt;/a&gt;" that I've been blessed with. These girls are beautiful, smart, talented...way out of my league!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpLqZJ6II/AAAAAAAABDQ/nZqAddlJJLw/s1600-h/Paddle+Boatin+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpLqZJ6II/AAAAAAAABDQ/nZqAddlJJLw/s320/Paddle+Boatin+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352573437464930434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Over the years, I've tried to determine what makes my relationships with Melissa, Allison, Ashlee and Mindy so unique, and I've come to a few conclusions...&lt;br /&gt;They see the best in me. There isn't a competitive, catty bone in any of their bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;They are some of my best cheerleaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt; They're the first to congratulate and cheer when good things happen and the first to comfort and console when life gets rough. No matter how far I might be from the person I should be, they know what I'm capable of and treat me like I'm already there (they epitomize the Goethe quote below).  They make me want to be the best Kami I can be...and I hope that I do the same for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpK1TRXNI/AAAAAAAABDA/3rbwWENG9y8/s1600-h/Allison%27s+Wedding+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpK1TRXNI/AAAAAAAABDA/3rbwWENG9y8/s320/Allison%27s+Wedding+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352573423213173970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Treat a man as he is, he will remain so. Treat a man the way he can be and ought to be, and he will become as he can be and should be." -Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpLIoDvpI/AAAAAAAABDI/aaBWdrf_QCA/s1600-h/Andrews+Flight+Show+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SkgpLIoDvpI/AAAAAAAABDI/aaBWdrf_QCA/s320/Andrews+Flight+Show+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352573428400635538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I love these girls...its been too long since we've all gotten together (and I missed the reunion tour this past weekend) so I just wanted to let them know how much I adore them! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQi8HwZHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/V6IfaaFFjpg/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339501572973682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Riverside Easter Egg Hunt and the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQipnA4CI/AAAAAAAAA_s/aZMDWcy8A5A/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQipnA4CI/AAAAAAAAA_s/aZMDWcy8A5A/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339496603803682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Capener Family Easter Picnic and Egg Throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQqTkc5I/AAAAAAAABAc/PvVmHAtaccM/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQqTkc5I/AAAAAAAABAc/PvVmHAtaccM/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340287064667026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade kicking everyone's trash in the distance competition-what an arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQ8DBIaI/AAAAAAAABAs/dRzc0IVVAjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQ8DBIaI/AAAAAAAABAs/dRzc0IVVAjQ/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340291827081634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin's Easter Egg rendition of Dad... aka Big Dangerous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQzsQj7I/AAAAAAAABAk/DyrAcm037P4/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQzsQj7I/AAAAAAAABAk/DyrAcm037P4/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340289584140210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding this sweet little babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjJTFN6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/LMHsTsTqpt0/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjJTFN6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/LMHsTsTqpt0/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339505110136738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Game with my Fav Freshman roomie and her soon to be Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR2KPN2WI/AAAAAAAABBE/2m7QY4Yxtwk/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR2KPN2WI/AAAAAAAABBE/2m7QY4Yxtwk/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340931291502946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQYD8W4I/AAAAAAAABAU/Mrt_6bD2kNE/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRQYD8W4I/AAAAAAAABAU/Mrt_6bD2kNE/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340282167286658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding this sweet little babe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR29gc4II/AAAAAAAABBc/lw-IjVZkjcU/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR29gc4II/AAAAAAAABBc/lw-IjVZkjcU/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340945053999234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Rio. Shule. 2 Utah Originals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:8uU8rMefxIjMXM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WfLRtvPml0/SMiPTvge_7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/9k8zVQROFEw/s400/Cafe%2BRio%2BSalad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:8uU8rMefxIjMXM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WfLRtvPml0/SMiPTvge_7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/9k8zVQROFEw/s400/Cafe%2BRio%2BSalad.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in a King-Size Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjmFOO9I/AAAAAAAABAM/HNl-qov05ig/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjmFOO9I/AAAAAAAABAM/HNl-qov05ig/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339512836635602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising around the state in a cherry red Chevy HHR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drive-line.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/2008_chevy_hhr_ss_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 315px;" src="http://drive-line.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/2008_chevy_hhr_ss_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route 44's from Sonic...at least twice a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:n3v_8i0LAndO9M:http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/loeq46/PICT1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:n3v_8i0LAndO9M:http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/loeq46/PICT1621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggie Ice Cream with Natalie...in the SNOW!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR2Y9uv_I/AAAAAAAABBM/MwhuBYE8ubA/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR2Y9uv_I/AAAAAAAABBM/MwhuBYE8ubA/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340935244693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date to Van's with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRREFH-GI/AAAAAAAABA0/cDxmvSzgpck/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIRREFH-GI/AAAAAAAABA0/cDxmvSzgpck/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340293983402082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van's Round Dog, Onion Rings, and Hamburger...so glad it's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR18VKwqI/AAAAAAAABA8/R1Nqlw4sBGY/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIR18VKwqI/AAAAAAAABA8/R1Nqlw4sBGY/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328340927558369954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying Goodbye to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjXS3sQI/AAAAAAAABAE/shqsuZZ8Lwc/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfIQjXS3sQI/AAAAAAAABAE/shqsuZZ8Lwc/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328339508867346690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfITkoZSP1I/AAAAAAAABBk/oOlbLK8-p_E/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfITkoZSP1I/AAAAAAAABBk/oOlbLK8-p_E/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328342829172408146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We talked him into letting us come visit his family in Thailand and ride his elephants! How cool would that be?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hGe7GyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HwxIv003bYA/s1600-h/DC+March+09+026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108572552928034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hGe7GyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HwxIv003bYA/s320/DC+March+09+026.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday we braved the rain and headed into the district for the Kite Festival! Koltar was a good sport-he toted my purse, flew my Barbie kite, and helped Jenny entertain her little friends! I promised him I wouldn't black mail him with the Barbie pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfFAE-JPdaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1bjsgSocR5c/s1600-h/DC+March+09+079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110288301421986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfFAE-JPdaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1bjsgSocR5c/s320/DC+March+09+079.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbie was a little top heavy and we had a hard time getting her up in the air...I'm such a graceful kite flier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hCgZVcI/AAAAAAAAA-U/u3LjNc4gJYU/s1600-h/DC+March+09+022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108571485361602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hCgZVcI/AAAAAAAAA-U/u3LjNc4gJYU/s320/DC+March+09+022.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After tweaking Barbie a bit...Kolton finally got her flying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vb75ajI/AAAAAAAAA-E/86LBlrcoIPI/s1600-h/DC+March+09+032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106619806509618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vb75ajI/AAAAAAAAA-E/86LBlrcoIPI/s320/DC+March+09+032.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked the Tidal Basin...and the blossoms were so close to bloomin! One more week and they'll be perfect!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfFAEpUmFrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/JR52Yb0i0Sc/s1600-h/DC+March+09+086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328110282711897778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfFAEpUmFrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/JR52Yb0i0Sc/s320/DC+March+09+086.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a sucker for dancing...so of course I volunteered when these cute little Irish dancers asked for members of the audience to come Irish step with them! So fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vHE9i0I/AAAAAAAAA90/5lB-9JVn4_0/s1600-h/DC+March+09+047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106614207384386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vHE9i0I/AAAAAAAAA90/5lB-9JVn4_0/s320/DC+March+09+047.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had dinner at George Washington's house, Mount Vernon...that's a painting of it on the wall-so historical! The waiters were dressed in period clothing-so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vKEBACI/AAAAAAAAA98/kaSfLDOPIAs/s1600-h/DC+March+09+039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106615008722978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8vKEBACI/AAAAAAAAA98/kaSfLDOPIAs/s320/DC+March+09+039.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate GW's favorite foods-peanut soup (imagine eating soupy peanut butter), fried brie with raspberry sauce, a tasty lil fish and some  good ole' pork roast! George really ate like a king...or a President I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hjMaVkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pGtr_LPzREc/s1600-h/DC+March+09+051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108580259911234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hjMaVkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pGtr_LPzREc/s320/DC+March+09+051.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't quite eat as classy on Sunday-Kolton and the roomies had to eat like commoners :) I made a little Sunday dinner-my first attempt at a roast! I must attempt, my mom would be proud (and it was almost like she was there...she was on the phone walking me through every step).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hylKlBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ACxxOckjPUk/s1600-h/DC+March+09+055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108584390267922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE-hylKlBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ACxxOckjPUk/s320/DC+March+09+055.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little sight-seeing on Sunday... chillin' in front of Iwo Jima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8uxuDTgI/AAAAAAAAA9s/mwQzjRZN7ro/s1600-h/DC+March+09+064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106608474148354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SfE8uxuDTgI/AAAAAAAAA9s/mwQzjRZN7ro/s320/DC+March+09+064.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great view of the District...Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson, Capitol-you can see it all from Rosslyn. 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I've grown up and actually committed to something (unfortunately still working on committing to someone..haha!). Meet my new love...Daisy (that's her tentative name...we'll see if it sticks. Oh and I've decided since my last post that my car is indeed a girl, so disregard all the he's in the previous blog.) It took me forever to decide what kind of car I wanted but, now that all is said and done, I couldn't be happier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmKXptRmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Pqb3KaNd6tc/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226789469275746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmKXptRmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Pqb3KaNd6tc/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy's a "crystal white" 2009 Mazda3, and she fits me perfectly. I love when I tell my friends what kind of car I bought and they say, 'ooh that is such a Kami car.' We're totally made for each other :) I had to search all over the DC area for a white one (I don't know why, but I love the white) and when I finally found Daisy (all the way out in Baltimore), she turned out to be a really good deal too-a match made in car heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmKE44c3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QAqXO5LiaX8/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226784432649074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmKE44c3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QAqXO5LiaX8/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to continue the introductions...meet Wayne (not his first nor his last appearance on my blog), my car guy. Everyone I talked to about buying a car was so nervous for me to do this on my own. "You'll get taken...girls always get ripped off...you can't haggle...blah, blah, blah." Oh, I heard it all...but thanks to Wayne, none of these things happened (except the haggling-we did do some of that and got ourselves a good deal). Wayne also made sure Daisy and I found our way home from middle of nowhere Baltimore safely (while fluctuating speeds to break in her engine). He's such a good guy and a great friend...Daisy and I will repay you somehow Wayne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJ1ngQ7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9w8AZC3XiMM/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226780333228978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJ1ngQ7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9w8AZC3XiMM/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silly salesman should have known better than to leave Wayne and I alone in the showroom for so long! We played in all the cars, took lots of pictures, drank all the bottled water and just had a great time. As you can see, Miata's weren't made for Wayne...notice his head about a foot above the top of the car. The discrimination tall people face-incredible...and I thought shorties had it bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJpHjesI/AAAAAAAAA6I/uY_Q4DqM3Zs/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226776977996482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJpHjesI/AAAAAAAAA6I/uY_Q4DqM3Zs/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to continue the intros...this is Bob, he sold me my car. He was a good salesman for me, not too pushy, gave me a good deal (I hope), and just seemed like a very nice guy. And believe me, Wayne and I met our fair share of car salesmen. I don't know if it was Valentine's Day that brought out the love in our salesmen, but we heard a lot of personal stories (not from Bob) during our car buying adventure. At a previous dealership, the salesman didn't give me any info about the car I was test driving, but I did walk away knowing that he was about to get married and that he and his future wife would probably start "popping out" kids pretty quickly, as she is "older" and her "clock" is ticking. I felt bad when I interrupted his story to ask about fuel efficiency and safety features-silly car buyer! That's just one example of the interesting tidbits about random salesman lives Wayne and I were privileged to hear during our shopping experience. Do you think trying to make some sort of personal connection is a new car sales tactic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJWwHX2I/AAAAAAAAA6A/tsznDKiMQzs/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226772047847266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SZxmJWwHX2I/AAAAAAAAA6A/tsznDKiMQzs/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me...waiting to make Daisy mine! This was the largest purchase I've ever made and it was slightly terrifying writing out the check and signing all those papers! I was joking with the finance dude and asked "do I still get my first born?" He didn't think I was funny...it's a good thing Wayne was there to laugh at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there she is...my new love. I forgot how much I love driving and having my freedom-it's amazing. Hopefully I'm still in love after the car payments start :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was watching Jeopardy (which I love, and don't care that it makes me sound like a nerd) as I wrote this blog and I got the final Jeopardy question right- I love feeling smart! The category was Political Terms and the answer was "John Adams first used this term in 1793(?) as he wrote describing a meeting of friends." Do you know the question???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We came back to our first hostel at 2am one morning, to learn that due to a water main break, we no longer had a room there. Luckily they'd called another hostel (this one) and reserved us a room. So 5 girls plus all our newly purchased purses, I HEART NYC garb, and luggage trek through the projects at 2am in search of our new hostel. I might have been a little nervous at my surroundings (I was a sheltered, little 20 year old from small town UT), and at one point, yelled "EVERYONE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL &lt;/span&gt;STAY TOGETHER! WE ARE IN THE PROJECTS!!!" And by yell, I mean I was as mad as I get and pretty nervous that we were going to get shot or kidnapped or robbed-I had/have a wild imagination, and hours and hours of Law and Order reruns don't help my cause! Luckily, everything worked out that night and we lived to tell the tale of our stay in the "projects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2009...Tabbi and I take a little trip to NYC. She has a friend living in Manhattan, and our mutual friends, the Riley's, were moving into their NYC apartment this weekend, so we thought we'd come up, help out, and see a show. We roll in late Friday night, hop on the subway and head up to Nate's apartment. Nate's showing us around his neighborhood on our search for Pinkberry and bamm, we run into hostel number 1 then a few blocks later bamm, there's hostel number 2! What a coincidence! Nate's neighborhood  was the "projects" I had been so terrified to be in just a few years earlier. This time, I wasn't nervous at all, I saw the fun little street shops, the interesting sidewalk paintings and the cute park with the elephant sculptures...it's funny the perspective a few years in the city will give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weekend was a lot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFvoxUxLI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vJvfwGGm5x8/s1600-h/vannyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFvoxUxLI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vJvfwGGm5x8/s320/vannyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299124596255278258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on the moving van tour of Manhattan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpPV3NDXSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PWDm0Inm688/s1600-h/nyctimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpPV3NDXSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PWDm0Inm688/s320/nyctimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135148569353506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Froze to death in Times Square...but notice the cute purses! Gotta love Canal Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpGAr1fURI/AAAAAAAAA44/B-swZDveS2c/s1600-h/nyctheater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpGAr1fURI/AAAAAAAAA44/B-swZDveS2c/s320/nyctheater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299124889135829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw Chicago, with Jan from the Office playing the role of Roxie. It was a little risque, but the music was fun...not my fav but still, it's Broadway, you can't go wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpGATYbRuI/AAAAAAAAA4w/MPBUllVefVw/s1600-h/nycnate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpGATYbRuI/AAAAAAAAA4w/MPBUllVefVw/s320/nycnate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299124882571478754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic...Nate was such a good sport! He helped us carry our new purchase around town (Did I mention we started the day with just 1 bag...by the end we each had our own and I may or may not have been carrying a bag in a bag...impressive, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFv0YaUqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WO83AcGHlpg/s1600-h/nycpizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFv0YaUqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WO83AcGHlpg/s320/nycpizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299124599372010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did lots and lots of this...eating is one of our favorite pastimes! But don't worry, Tabbi and I share everything we eat, so it's not like we really eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFvpcKy2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/YkDq2S-mSy0/s1600-h/nycbrunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SYpFvpcKy2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/YkDq2S-mSy0/s320/nycbrunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299124596434979682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little spot is so great...Sarabeth's is perfect for brunch with good friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great weekend, it was good to go back and relive my NYC hostel experience, see one of the gals that I shared it with (so glad you and Noah are on our side of the nation again!), be with good friends, and realize how much all the experiences I get to have on the east coast stretch me, make me bolder, more confident and better able to laugh at my naivety. 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The crowds, the cold, the celebrities...it was quite the experience. The energy in the District has been catching, Obama fan or not. A peaceful transfer of power really is something to celebrate. What a country...I'm proud to be an American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfcVn7beuI/AAAAAAAAA24/oRb2F0GPEUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfcVn7beuI/AAAAAAAAA24/oRb2F0GPEUQ/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293942151050918626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My first view of the National Mall was absolutely breathtaking! The masses and masses of people were astounding...from the Capitol all the way down to the Lincoln Memorial, climbing on top of statues and monuments, standing on the frozen reflecting pool...any inch of space was consumed by a body. And I had an awesome view, I basically saw what Prez Obama saw as he was sworn in! AMAZING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFTMP6MaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xrWsLnrZUa0/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFTMP6MaI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xrWsLnrZUa0/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293916820493447586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inauguration '09 baby...brrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFTcOE-OI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TKHC3AEdMdw/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFTcOE-OI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TKHC3AEdMdw/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293916824780732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo Yo Ma and Itzhak Perlman playing for the President-Elect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfGzt_3SBI/AAAAAAAAA14/limkeJFQMS0/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfGzt_3SBI/AAAAAAAAA14/limkeJFQMS0/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293918478820395026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking the Oath of Office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFU51tLbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UAoGzTK2Nqc/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFU51tLbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/UAoGzTK2Nqc/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293916849911442866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;President Dad?!? Now that has to be weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfG0UWrN5I/AAAAAAAAA2A/wrWRG7i4G8k/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfG0UWrN5I/AAAAAAAAA2A/wrWRG7i4G8k/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293918489116620690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look closely and you can see the Bush's, Cheney's, Biden's, Supreme Court Justices, all the Senators, basically all my kind of celebrities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFT3mNsfI/AAAAAAAAA1g/iXeyZChTntw/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfFT3mNsfI/AAAAAAAAA1g/iXeyZChTntw/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293916832129724914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned."~President Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that our nation and our new president will continue to earn the right to be called great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note and for posterity's sake, let me name a few of the people I talked to, was within hands reach of, rode elevators with, or spotted today...Colin Powell, the Supreme Court Justices, Aretha Franklin, Yo Yo, John Cusack, Andrea Mitchell, all the Senators (and their spouses...very interesting interactions), Gov. Huntsman, Art Douglas :) and on and on and on...it was a political junky's heaven! As President Bush put it..."it's a good day for America."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And, by up close and personal, I mean in the same room, breathing the same air, usually with at least 1000 other people :) Since the countdown is on to his final day as President, I thought this was the perfect time to recount my Bush memories...and pay a little tribute to a man that I respect and thank for serving our country. He wasn't perfect...but I do believe he did what he thought was best for the American people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflk52pziI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8YU0_bVAm6Q/s1600-h/Presidents+Dinner+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflk52pziI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8YU0_bVAm6Q/s320/Presidents+Dinner+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952309165411874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Close 2006...The President's Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflkvkeI1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/dh8t_c-bjp0/s1600-h/Presidents+Dinner+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflkvkeI1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/dh8t_c-bjp0/s320/Presidents+Dinner+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952306404795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a young DC intern and this was one of my first "holy crap, I'm not in Kansas anymore" moments....and probably the only well rounded meal I ate the entire summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllViRvII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MXGXr04Dd7E/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllViRvII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MXGXr04Dd7E/s320/Memorial+Day+%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952316596141186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Close 2007...Memorial Day Address&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllvEL_8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/49tUWM8OPnI/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllvEL_8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/49tUWM8OPnI/s320/Memorial+Day+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952323449257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the brave men that fight for freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflt-fnkFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/J2b9yIhm7is/s1600-h/pbush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflt-fnkFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/J2b9yIhm7is/s320/pbush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952465029795922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflt8C3iuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TYb9OiihtGg/s1600-h/marineonebush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXflt8C3iuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TYb9OiihtGg/s320/marineonebush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952464372337378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Close 2008...Marine One Takeoff &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllnisAnI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wwr0xHGYD_Q/s1600-h/marineone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SXfllnisAnI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wwr0xHGYD_Q/s320/marineone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952321429701234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have screamed like a school girl when the President walked out...and he may or may not have looked at me and waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye President Bush...and thank you for your 8 years of service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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For as long as I can remember, my Great Grandma Rhoda, Grandma Tam, and my mom have cooked traditional Japanese cuisine, along with some more American dishes (prime rib, mashed potatoes and gravy, etc.) and invited our big family to come eat, eat, eat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FT_MnVfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/adGcRZh2yvc/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FT_MnVfI/AAAAAAAAAzY/adGcRZh2yvc/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291383559379441138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBsNZOmD-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/sVKhZQQEi58/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBsNZOmD-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/sVKhZQQEi58/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287344939899162594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling some sushi...my great grandma is an expert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FUM9yi7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/q99eOdt9muc/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FUM9yi7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/q99eOdt9muc/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291383563075357618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are "brown cups." We're definitely Japanese-Americans-I have no idea what the Japanese name is. They're a tofu cup (boiled in soy sauce-hence the color) filled with rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBkmob3kuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nu-BvR0aqLE/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBkmob3kuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nu-BvR0aqLE/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287336577385075426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBldadWgsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SQrKBsNXt8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBldadWgsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SQrKBsNXt8Y/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287337518526005954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mochi is a traditional Japanese New Year food...and its basically just pounded rice. Growing up, we made our own mochi on New Year's with this nifty rice grinder. It's a lot of work for my 95 year old great grandma, so now we just pick some up at the Asian Market. Normally we put a little sugar and soy sauce on these babies but this year we added an extra topping...and they were still pretty tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7HW6-n3kI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3l51w8k7xvY/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7HW6-n3kI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3l51w8k7xvY/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291385808809877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these little gems are the delicacy we make all the new comers to Grandma Rhoda's house eat before they can have any other food...yummy, fragrant, Skimino (sp?). It's a pickled radish, that's an "acquired taste." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7HWhm4igI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NQbaEuvaYPs/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7HWhm4igI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NQbaEuvaYPs/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291385801999419906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Rhoda cooked this huge prime rib...it weighs more than she does! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBnSyDGPOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/f67vUxAKK_w/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBnSyDGPOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/f67vUxAKK_w/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287339534903033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feeding their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FTvJT0kI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/nIfzeUgPANY/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SW7FTvJT0kI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/nIfzeUgPANY/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291383555070612034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dad...we (or my brothers) like to call him "Big Dangerous." 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Being home for Christmas is a dream, but getting here was kind of a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'm such a good packer...I put all my liquids in a ziploc in my carry on, I have my clothes neatly folded in my suitcase, and I follow all of the TSA guidelines. Well, this trip definitely wasn't normal. I procrastinated a little on my packing and didn't get organized before my departure. I rushed home from work with 30 mins. to pack and get to the airport. Plenty of time, right? Only if you consider throwing a bunch of clothes (including some damp ones out of my broken dryer)and the family's Christmas presents into a couple suitcases. I didn't have time to bag my liquids so I threw all my makeup, hair stuff, contact solution, brushes, flat iron, etc into my checked bag and took off for the airport. I made it to the airport just in time to rush through security and wait 2.5 hours for my delayed flight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight to Cincinnati was late taking off from DC, and as soon as we landed I turned on my cell phone and was relieved to hear that my connecting flight to SLC was delayed! I ran through the terminal (New Years Resolution...go to the gym!) and headed to my gate (on the other side of the airport). After all that running, I found out I was too late and they wouldn't let me on my plane, which was just sitting there (and that wouldn't take off for another 30mins) :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side, Delta put me up in a hotel for the night and put me on a flight to SLC for the next day (with a very long layover in Atlanta). Not too bad right? That's what I thought, until I discovered I couldn't get my checked bag, with EVERYTHING I needed to get ready! Of course, the one time I'm not super packer I have problems! Have no fear, Delta is here. Check out the sweet goods in their little overnight bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBVpsFu38I/AAAAAAAAAw0/w2-kJ5md2X4/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SWBVpsFu38I/AAAAAAAAAw0/w2-kJ5md2X4/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287320137231163330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the XXL SkyTeam shirt, the fold out brush (the only thing I had to do my hair the next morning...scary), the handy dandy toothbrush (only useful item), some detergent, deodorant (it smelt worse than me), and other little goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in wet pajamas, used my $14 meal vouchers to buy contact solution, and arrived at the hotel at 11pm only to leave for the airport a mere 5 hours later. I had a lovely time in Kentucky! I realize it could have been a lot worse! But when you have to call your lil sis (the one you took the red-eye flight to SLC to see) and tell her you're stuck in KY and won't make it home for another WHOLE day, and she cries herself to sleep...it kind of makes you want to cry yourself to sleep too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next morning Christmas shopping in the Atlanta airport, looking like a homeless person! I eventually made it to Salt Lake...just a day later than originally planned. And then it was on to Tremonton...and with my luck, we got stuck in a traffic jam from Ogden to Brigham City of all places-haha! 4 hours later I arrived HOME for CHRISTMAS...and it was all worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It's a little bit outside of Annapolis and off the beaten path, but totally worth it. Cantler's has a little dock, so you can come by land or sea-how fun is that?!? Oh, and what would a restaurant be without ducks?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLi9wGe9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/SzPrCKzBh1M/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLi9wGe9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/SzPrCKzBh1M/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186067709393874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned that "pickin" your crabs does not mean choosing them out of an aquarium :) "Pickin" means you have to crack the shell and decipher between meat and guts to find the edible stuff...eek. I think I'll stick to crabcakes...much, much more appetizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLiSQdwEI/AAAAAAAAA78/tlInbZt6C3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLiSQdwEI/AAAAAAAAA78/tlInbZt6C3Q/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186056033976386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLipKLNhI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4ZIygMlySnA/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLipKLNhI/AAAAAAAAA8E/4ZIygMlySnA/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186062181611026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our photo shoot on the dock, and the boys hanging with the ducks, we headed back to the heart of Annapolis and the Naval Academy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGMqQ8eYVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/WKSXHO136sM/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGMqQ8eYVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/WKSXHO136sM/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319187292632277330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mace (my long lost cousin. I'm finding lots of them out here, and I love it!) took us on a tour of the Naval Academy. He's finishing up his last year at the academy, and got us into all the cool places. (We even saw John McCain's son...looks just like his dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLjI5V6II/AAAAAAAAA8U/eMhLahhjTIs/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLjI5V6II/AAAAAAAAA8U/eMhLahhjTIs/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186070700943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLjT6Qg4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ZyfMOnOAVdE/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGLjT6Qg4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ZyfMOnOAVdE/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186073657574274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We heart Annapolis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Tabbi, Nicole and Carlie let me tag along on their road trip up north to Palmyra and Niagara Falls! It was a quick trip, but it was pretty fun to see Canada, eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Palmyra, NY. It's a teeny town, with a very peaceful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDPmG_aN6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Ax2-vBx0il4/s1600-h/sacredgrovespring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDPmG_aN6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Ax2-vBx0il4/s320/sacredgrovespring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273943417269401506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Grove in my mind...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOVwXpY_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/_GRCMUPwCso/s1600-h/sacredgrove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOVwXpY_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/_GRCMUPwCso/s320/sacredgrove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942036807508978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Grove in late October...good ole' Daylight Savings strikes again-it was only 5pm but seemed like 10pm. But even at dusk, the grove is so serene.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDPmZxymDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/852Sg6I9Aig/s1600-h/Palmyra+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDPmZxymDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/852Sg6I9Aig/s320/Palmyra+temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273943422312552498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the Sacred Grove alone for a bit and through the dark and the trees, the Palmyra Temple just shone so bright-I love to see the temple!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOUjHLpbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/e5mbpNIsYRQ/s1600-h/bomprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOUjHLpbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/e5mbpNIsYRQ/s320/bomprint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942016068920754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Grandin Print Shop-where the first copies of The Book of Mormon were printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOVOHOVOI/AAAAAAAAAts/we7WxvhPP38/s1600-h/bomprint3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOVOHOVOI/AAAAAAAAAts/we7WxvhPP38/s320/bomprint3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942027611821282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the print shop with Nicole, Tabbi, and Carlie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOUZ3eJJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VxyLbnoeYwk/s1600-h/bombible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOUZ3eJJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VxyLbnoeYwk/s320/bombible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942013587104914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A copy of a period Bible along with a first edition Book of Mormon...the two most important books in the world side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our touring of the church history sites was quick, but worth it. I'm definitely going back in the summer...its just an amazing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, Canada here we come...we hopped back in the mini and left Palmyra for Niagara Falls, Canada! We got there after dark, so we grabbed some dinner and took a quick peek at the falls before crashing at our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we got up early and headed out to explore the falls...so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOmgKI95I/AAAAAAAAAuE/aisEK6e7YXI/s1600-h/niagara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOmgKI95I/AAAAAAAAAuE/aisEK6e7YXI/s320/niagara2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942324513666962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOzDAmhLI/AAAAAAAAAus/htQdpkwnAfA/s1600-h/niagara7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOzDAmhLI/AAAAAAAAAus/htQdpkwnAfA/s320/niagara7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942540027331762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOykBnreI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uFp32aJExI0/s1600-h/niagara6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOykBnreI/AAAAAAAAAuk/uFp32aJExI0/s320/niagara6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942531710103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that mist...so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnUcAnwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/wWAP4ePKeqo/s1600-h/niagara5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnUcAnwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/wWAP4ePKeqo/s320/niagara5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942338547261186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnQBxpdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rJoXXv4O2NQ/s1600-h/niagara4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnQBxpdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rJoXXv4O2NQ/s320/niagara4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942337363486162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a "Journey Behind the Falls" and went into some little tunnels behind the falls...so cool. The water is moving sooo fast...pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOmSjXzbI/AAAAAAAAAt8/K5tf1TvxUCE/s1600-h/niagara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOmSjXzbI/AAAAAAAAAt8/K5tf1TvxUCE/s320/niagara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942320861400498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't our yellow ponchos so fashionable?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnDwyCDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/yFs_1B18n3M/s1600-h/niagara3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STDOnDwyCDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/yFs_1B18n3M/s320/niagara3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273942334070982706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falls were beautiful...the rest of Canada was a eh. It reminded me of Las Vegas or Atlantic City-way too commercialized. That being said, it was still totally worth it...all 48 hours and 1000 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Things happen here that you'd never find in little, old Tremonton-both good and bad! Not sure which category this fits but on the Tuesday before Halloween everyone gathers near Dupont Circle in DC for the annual Drag Queen race! These "ladies" dress up, throw on some high heels and strut up and down 17th street before racing down the street in their high, high, heels! It's definitely a sight!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT2bigemI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9qnlT5LdDsM/s1600-h/ToddPalinDragRace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT2bigemI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9qnlT5LdDsM/s320/ToddPalinDragRace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777683058358882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Palin supportin his girl Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT2pjUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAvs/xt62E3Ycyg8/s1600-h/PalinDragRace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT2pjUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAvs/xt62E3Ycyg8/s320/PalinDragRace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777686819849042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Sarah now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT38bC8PI/AAAAAAAAAwE/hFrad8-sHDI/s1600-h/DianaDragRace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT38bC8PI/AAAAAAAAAwE/hFrad8-sHDI/s320/DianaDragRace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777709065302258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diana and her bodyguards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT3lHqzdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E-uYEOA1yNQ/s1600-h/FLDSDrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT3lHqzdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E-uYEOA1yNQ/s320/FLDSDrag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777702810013138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FLDS Polygamist wives running around with all their kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdUvHeAM-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/qz2TdpnsWbc/s1600-h/FentyDragRace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdUvHeAM-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/qz2TdpnsWbc/s320/FentyDragRace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778656923300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Adrian Fenty-DC's Mayor (the real guy-he is not a drag queen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdUvQkPXCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SLuByDAG8ME/s1600-h/ChanelDragRace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdUvQkPXCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SLuByDAG8ME/s320/ChanelDragRace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778659365379106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Coco Chanel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT3fVc3GI/AAAAAAAAAv0/feIZMX5rM8U/s1600-h/n624910726_4709941_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/STdT3fVc3GI/AAAAAAAAAv0/feIZMX5rM8U/s320/n624910726_4709941_3340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777701257206882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sites and sounds of DC...gotta love this place (and these girls-Tabs, Jenny, and Carlie bravin' the cold with me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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After last fall's remodeling project (black paint+ fake wood dressers=headache), we'd taken a lil break from the decorating and home projects. But after some encouraging words, we figured it was about time to get back in the home decorating saddle. Di and I spent a whole day searching every possible cheap home store in northern Virginia and we found some pretty good deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOxz-jrzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GRfOyWZzFrY/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOxz-jrzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GRfOyWZzFrY/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189621318594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyIPWk5I/AAAAAAAAA80/Iter0akvnBI/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyIPWk5I/AAAAAAAAA80/Iter0akvnBI/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189626757747602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got shelves and a big star to put up on our bare walls, decorations for our mantle, and new pillows to add a little flare to our couch. The front room is really looking up-in fact the neighbor boys even commented on how welcoming our house is (SCORE!!). We'd whipped the room into shape, but we still had one BIG problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SSD5IbokHvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TBoVySWjoj8/s1600-h/PA190035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SSD5IbokHvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/TBoVySWjoj8/s320/PA190035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269485487275646706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ugly, denim ottoman in the middle of the room! It was simply not acceptable, so we took matters into our own hands and turned the eyesore into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyvoRJLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Wk7amXc6g6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyvoRJLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Wk7amXc6g6Y/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189637331231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, we reupholstered our ottoman...not too shabby if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyx2ouSI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SMhMu6NGEaA/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SdGOyx2ouSI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SMhMu6NGEaA/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189637928368418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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There's definitely no shortage of trees here so when they start turnin' colors its pretty spectacular. Diana, Jenny and I headed to Shenandoah National Park and took a little ride down Skyline Drive, this great road that winds up the mountain overlooking the Shenandoah Valley with little pullovers all along the way to stop and view the vista. The leaves weren't completely changed (we were about a week too early) but it was still so pretty and peaceful! 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Diana, Hope, Wayne and I took off for a weekend in Pennsylvania and we couldn't have dreamed up more amazing adventures! We knew we'd hit the jackpot when we rolled up and found a Super Wal-Mart (having its Grand Opening!) just down the street from our Motel 6! Heaven...we walked around that goodness for awhile then headed to the M6 to check-in. What can I say about the M6...uhh, it was really cheap ($13/a person!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaw07UopI/AAAAAAAAArE/Qh5kwTcSbYM/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaw07UopI/AAAAAAAAArE/Qh5kwTcSbYM/s320/DSC01868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255827748496018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (doesn't my ugly face say it all!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we took off down I-76 (gotta love the tribute to 1776-USA's b-day!) to the City of Brotherly Love-Philadelphia! We hit the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. Important stuff happened here folks...this is where the Declaration of Independence was signed, the Constitution of the United States was drafted and the foundations of this great nation were established. Beautiful and historic-who could ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZVvcaaBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZM3a4G-z4Hw/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZVvcaaBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZM3a4G-z4Hw/s320/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268254262908577810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyawqjPqyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/yEp7h1I_0PI/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyawqjPqyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/yEp7h1I_0PI/s320/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255824963152674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that history worked up our appetites, so of course we had to try a Philly Cheesesteak! We put Pat's and Geno's steaks to the test to determine which is really  the best! These two are across the street from one another and battle over the title of the original and best Philly Cheesesteak. Geno's is flashy, painted bright orange with an orange convertible parked out front, and Pat's is a little more dive-ish. We ordered 2 sandwiches from each, cut them in half, and held our own taste test. Pat's was the hands-down winner...super good bread, nice and juicy filling, and all around tastier! YUMMERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyayIBEsxI/AAAAAAAAArc/t6SimplEA4c/s1600-h/DSC01914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyayIBEsxI/AAAAAAAAArc/t6SimplEA4c/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255850052760338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWdcABLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7foWlwUtvDI/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWdcABLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7foWlwUtvDI/s320/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268254275254879410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took in more Philly sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaxz6Yo-I/AAAAAAAAArU/lbzRRJXG4Tg/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaxz6Yo-I/AAAAAAAAArU/lbzRRJXG4Tg/s320/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255844655997922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LOVE statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWkbjamI/AAAAAAAAAq0/svFLWcUi_sw/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWkbjamI/AAAAAAAAAq0/svFLWcUi_sw/s320/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268254277132053090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running the Rocky Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaxt5tgHI/AAAAAAAAArM/NLhnUh4g1VU/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyaxt5tgHI/AAAAAAAAArM/NLhnUh4g1VU/s320/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268255843042558066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the highlight of our trip-Walgreens! We didn't know the excitement that would come from this little drugstore! We walked in and poor Wayne was just targeted by everyone around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story in Wayne's own words (with a lil Kami commentary in parenthesis)... "As I am waiting an 80ish year old lady steps right in front of me. She looks at me a little surprised to see me and the other people waiting. I tell her it is ok if she cuts, I really wasn't in a hurry and didn't mind. Dorthy (WE NEVER REALLY CAUGHT HER NAME) looks at what I am buying and tells me to take it and leave. Dorthy says she buys enough stuff from the store that I can take it and leave she has me covered. She then turns to Kami, who has joined me in line, and tells her drink is no good for her (COKE IS GOOD FOR EVERYONE, ALWAYS) and to take it and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am mildly amused with this sassy old lady and so I strike up a conversation with her. She tells me she moved to Philly when she was ten and has lived there for 40 years. Thinking she is hilarious at telling me this joke she basically falls into my arms laughing.(TOTALLY FLIRTING WITH WAYNE) The conversation moves on and we talk about politics, her living two blocks down but still taking the bus because it is free, and how she is being a good neighbor for buying adult diapers for Mary (wink/wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the conversation, Diana joined us in line as well as a cross-eyed fella. Dorthy begins to establish that Kami, Diana, and I are all together. She then proceeds to see which one of them is dating me. Dorthy discovers we are "just friends." She then says something about me not being their type but being her type and that she is more than happy to take me home. We all get a good laugh...but it is ruined by the cross-eyed fella. He had joined in some points of the conversation but when Dorthy said I was her type....he pipes up and says "Well he is my type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorthy's eyes just go big and the store kind of goes silent. Not another word is said and we all buy our stuff and leave. Kami, Hope, Diana and I walk out of the store and bust up laughing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWAwvtYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VlZlzejibEo/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SRyZWAwvtYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VlZlzejibEo/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268254267557262722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Philadelphia...good food, good friends, and good memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Considering this trip was a quick one (not even a week) it seems like I was unpacking and packing my suitcase at the same time! Trying to cram friends, family, school shopping, birthday partyin', and fair fun into 4 short days was a challenge-but one that I was more than happy to take on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcMKNyrrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-IOXBb1RVs8/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcMKNyrrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-IOXBb1RVs8/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239265474230005426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my bro Justin sweet? I walked in and found some "Welcome Home" balloons! He made sure to get credit-he scribbled "from Justin" on one of the balloons. According to Justin, "It's like a card." (Sidenote: Any Aggies out there? Give Justin a hard time if you see him on campus-he started at USU this week! And yes, that makes me feel old! Good luck bud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcNaWh_zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TtNFUmPQF_8/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcNaWh_zI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TtNFUmPQF_8/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239265495741497138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from the airport to the Box Elder County Fair Parade to watch this little one (not so lil anymore-she's growing like a weed!) cheering in the parade! She's quite the cheerleader-look at those toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWhNXzj9FI/AAAAAAAAAp4/src6SnSHQ2M/s1600-h/Mandy"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWhNXzj9FI/AAAAAAAAAp4/src6SnSHQ2M/s320/Mandy" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239270992616092754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday some of the girls (and babes-Kalli is mine) went to Maddox for a little lunch date! I can't believe how much Sawyer and Nick have grown! It's been over a year since I've seen Mandy and Sawyer, but thankfully when we get together it's like nothing has changed! Love good friends! I'm going to miss Sawyer kisses and playing with Nick and his trains.:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glimpse at what Capener's do for fun!! Thursday night we "put up" corn! Here's step by step directions for all of you city slickers that don't know how it's done! And just for clarification-we don't do it because we're too poor to buy canned. (My DC friend asked that when he heard what I was doin') It's all about the taste! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWctDW3NiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6U2YQgdESYs/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWctDW3NiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6U2YQgdESYs/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266039324685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Make the boys pick and husk dozens and dozens of ears of corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcslLWgxI/AAAAAAAAAow/vJtoD54YxAM/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcslLWgxI/AAAAAAAAAow/vJtoD54YxAM/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266031223341842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcseYD1fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i5FINEhPHnE/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcseYD1fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i5FINEhPHnE/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266029397595634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Put your sister in-law to work washing all the corn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdVPWQlmI/AAAAAAAAApY/6aZAESypRnk/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdVPWQlmI/AAAAAAAAApY/6aZAESypRnk/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266729738147426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Drop the corn in boiling water for 5-6 minutes. Then cool it down in cold water! (I know this pic has nothing to do with that, but look at all that corn and my cute sisters and grandma!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcMiHmprI/AAAAAAAAAoI/30pDixdURow/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcMiHmprI/AAAAAAAAAoI/30pDixdURow/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239265480646502066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Cut all the kernels off the cob-and remember to scrape out all the cream (or else mom and grandma will get mad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcNkeBalI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kokbaKBXT74/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWcNkeBalI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kokbaKBXT74/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239265498457270866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Make your little sister and Ashley, your brother's friend, put all the cut corn into freezer bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdVUdK_pI/AAAAAAAAApg/rLVvIBjvsfs/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdVUdK_pI/AAAAAAAAApg/rLVvIBjvsfs/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266731109318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Drag your little brother out of the basement to haul the cobs out to the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWctibeYiI/AAAAAAAAApA/zrX3k7apByU/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWctibeYiI/AAAAAAAAApA/zrX3k7apByU/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266047665529378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Freeze the corn...and enjoy it all winter long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get to be the supervisor like my mom ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I spent the day with the coolest 8-year olds in the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdWIl4yfI/AAAAAAAAApo/DH51It8Q61g/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdWIl4yfI/AAAAAAAAApo/DH51It8Q61g/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266745104517618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalli waited to have her birthday party so I could come-she's such a sweetheart! We played on the inflatable toys, climbed coconut trees and rock walls, and ate pizza! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWrq6V5PNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aULhAHjhpmE/s1600-h/DSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWrq6V5PNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aULhAHjhpmE/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239282495219383506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom-she's quite the party animal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I met my first neice! Meet Lucy...isn't she adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdWY8oJiI/AAAAAAAAApw/qiMTgR22COs/s1600-h/DSC_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SLWdWY8oJiI/AAAAAAAAApw/qiMTgR22COs/s320/DSC_0336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239266749494863394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Beehive State!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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If you know me at all, you know I love the country and I love Carrie, combine the two and that's as good as it gets in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the evening right...you can never go wrong with fair food! (Unless you're trying to prevent a heartattack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZ_tmtCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VEeliRA1kAw/s1600-h/ribs"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZ_tmtCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VEeliRA1kAw/s320/ribs" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229286544395121698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZGyesmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_w2WWu_DWI4/s1600-h/wayneribs"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZGyesmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_w2WWu_DWI4/s320/wayneribs" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229286529114747490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the exhibits...who knew Elvis was alive, and in DE!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIrAMVkZpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OrOJWFI5x3c/s1600-h/elvis"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIrAMVkZpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OrOJWFI5x3c/s320/elvis" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229289399642252946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZdj1SvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JZ2R2YUdy3Y/s1600-h/celebrity"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZdj1SvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JZ2R2YUdy3Y/s320/celebrity" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229286535227329266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to the stage to get ready for Carrie! Soldiers passed out American flags at the gate...patriotism at its best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIonSCvOVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gKN71eseRWE/s1600-h/soldier"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIonSCvOVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gKN71eseRWE/s320/soldier" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229286772653898066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage had the most beautiful backdrop...silos and fields! AMAZING-it made my heart sing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIpK_XAOQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ulF2bWuFDGI/s1600-h/carrie"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIpK_XAOQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ulF2bWuFDGI/s320/carrie" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229287386113915138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full disclosure...I cried when Carrie sang "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THQmQ9PZd1I"&gt;Don't Forget to Remember Me." &lt;/a&gt;I swear she was singing about me...mom putting $50 in her glovebox, lil sis at home, and with the silos behind the stage-who am I kidding of course I cried! Good thing Wayne has sisters...he just smiled and gave me a lil hug! We sat next to a darling little girl, dressed to the nines with a light up crown on her cowboy hat-adorable! Oh how I love the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome-I laughed, I cried, I sang my heart out, and completely enjoyed myself! I love Carrie, I love the country, and I love awesome friends that love the same things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZHVf93I/AAAAAAAAAdc/jiXNHrOGEcw/s1600-h/bus"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJIoZHVf93I/AAAAAAAAAdc/jiXNHrOGEcw/s320/bus" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229286529261631346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on our way home we might have stalked a certain someone's tour bus...hey Carrie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Thank you DeWayne and Delaware, you made my birthday weekend... LEGENDARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHLlfGEFrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PgXLmb9dYL4/s1600-h/the+whole+gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHLlfGEFrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PgXLmb9dYL4/s320/the+whole+gang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229184487216387762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, Jenny, Di and I bolted out of DC and into the Delaware countryside (who knew there were cornfields in DE!) to get back to our roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIBUQZENI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lREKDsYiMrk/s1600-h/country.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIBUQZENI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lREKDsYiMrk/s320/country.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180567296741586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Delaware State Fair, and there's no way we'd miss that. The fairgrounds came out of nowhere...right in the middle of a teeny town, down the street from the local John Deere dealer-perfectly placed in the countryside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIoHtpxuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UXjc82rymRg/s1600-h/runnin"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIoHtpxuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UXjc82rymRg/s320/runnin" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181233944708834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's been too long since I've been to a good fair-I literally ran to the gate! My heart was so happy! Wayne and I even sported or "country" gear to celebrate-gotta love a good boots/cow tipping shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIEfkhr2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y4laFQ23t1w/s1600-h/shirt+pick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIEfkhr2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y4laFQ23t1w/s320/shirt+pick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180621873590114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we began our fair adventure at the rodeo. Mercy me, I've never enjoyed a rodeo more. I'd like to personally thank the one cowboy that managed to ride for 8 seconds! Come west, young men, and we'll show you some real bullriders. They did their best, and I enjoyed myself, even if they weren't as talented as the cowboys I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHImtylKHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3c60uXULKLA/s1600-h/wrangler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHImtylKHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3c60uXULKLA/s320/wrangler.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181209806186610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, the pre-fab home! Wayne and I thought it only proper that we enter our new trailer in style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHICNwL0GI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q-tkuozdexA/s1600-h/door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHICNwL0GI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q-tkuozdexA/s320/door.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180582730911842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's the best part of the fair? FAIR FOOD!!! We had homemade rootbeer, corndogs, gyros, kettle corn, fried twinkies, and a heartattack-but it was all worth it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIEBh779I/AAAAAAAAAcM/u_6NmbciofQ/s1600-h/yellow+mug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIEBh779I/AAAAAAAAAcM/u_6NmbciofQ/s320/yellow+mug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180613809663954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the rodeoing and eating left us pretty bushed, so sadly we had to say goodbye-but don't worry, I'll be back Delaware State Fair! (seriously, for the Carrie Underwood concert on Monday!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHInAv7iRI/AAAAAAAAAck/lNpIE_USWFc/s1600-h/three+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHInAv7iRI/AAAAAAAAAck/lNpIE_USWFc/s320/three+girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181214895343890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye to the sights and sounds of the state fair...and headed to our luxury suite at the Super 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHTqQTdyhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CWbE2ocBMKs/s1600-h/brushing+teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHTqQTdyhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CWbE2ocBMKs/s320/brushing+teeth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193365238434322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are true friends for? Brushing your teeth at the Super 8. Don't ask me why...we're just &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early-ish Saturday and headed to the Super Wal-Mart (I love America) to load up on beach food! Then headed off to Rehobeth Beach to meet up with more of our friends. It was a magical day in the sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIDSlkxII/AAAAAAAAAcE/_qkLERoATl4/s1600-h/gang+on+the+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIDSlkxII/AAAAAAAAAcE/_qkLERoATl4/s320/gang+on+the+beach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229180601208456322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lounged, strolled the boardwalk, and played volleyball (Aggies v Cougars, and girls v guys-do you even need to ask who won?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIoGWX5WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wogVv_bZH0U/s1600-h/america.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHIoGWX5WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wogVv_bZH0U/s320/america.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181233578632546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid tribute to America, then hit the road back to DC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHInTjnjFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LOXr7aqh-_s/s1600-h/road+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SJHInTjnjFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LOXr7aqh-_s/s320/road+home.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229181219943976018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delaware did not disappoint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHYy3GPX92I/AAAAAAAAAY4/B3YtBKCJxtg/s320/fourthofjuly2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416740131960674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how festive everyone looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHYy2hYhlpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TdZxZzLHnuM/s1600-h/fourthofjuly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHYy2hYhlpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TdZxZzLHnuM/s320/fourthofjuly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416730238228114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm-Walking the National Mall, eatin hot dogs, and chattin' with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6YUqd0dI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5_tTHP39jmY/s1600-h/fireworks8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6YUqd0dI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5_tTHP39jmY/s320/fireworks8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425007520764370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm-Here's comes the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6YMlNlcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GBvc7k0xjTY/s1600-h/rainy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6YMlNlcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GBvc7k0xjTY/s320/rainy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425005351245250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm-Fireworks, Fireworks and more Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7weKbO1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/taCUnngxszc/s1600-h/fireworks4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7weKbO1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/taCUnngxszc/s320/fireworks4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426521899219794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm-Tabs and I running out of the metro to escape lil white guy v. large black dude fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:01pm-Tabs and I running back &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the metro to escape crazed roman candle girl shooting fireworks at people walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.5.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30AM Tabbi, Wayne, Shule(bravely, sans bullet proof vest) and I board the Chinatown bus bound for NYC, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wawX4YI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4zfk0J98x_U/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wawX4YI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4zfk0J98x_U/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426520984641922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbi was really really excited to ride the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 AM! Dumped on a corner in NYC. We sat in a bus stop and waited for Starbucks to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am-Good Morning Starbucks! I ordered a Cinnamon Dolce Steamer. In my early morning fog and halfway through the "steamer", I thought...this doesn't taste very good. Tabs tried it and started laughing. I guess I looked like I needed a boost so instead of skippin the espresso like I ordered, the lady went with a double shot instead. Tabbi's still laughing about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAy1n0ItI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OXwyY1tA2gA/s1600-h/starbucks"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAy1n0ItI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OXwyY1tA2gA/s320/starbucks" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432060114379474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took some time at Starbucks to get ready for the day. We didn't dare dip our toothbrushes in the bathroom sink (NYC-dirty!), so we used some good ole' American ingenuity to get the job done right at our table! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAy5Lr8nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5pY0foGlmPg/s1600-h/tooth"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAy5Lr8nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5pY0foGlmPg/s320/tooth" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432061070144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am-Checked in at our -4 star hotel! We were upgraded to a "suite"-I'd hate to see the regular rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_nf9n-OI/AAAAAAAAAao/SZmlQOz0y0g/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_nf9n-OI/AAAAAAAAAao/SZmlQOz0y0g/s320/hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221430765810088162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:07am Brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.sarabeths.com/"&gt;Sarabeth's&lt;/a&gt;. (Posted Hours of Operation:8am-11pm-but don't try to get in at 8-they're not open yet)-It was a delicious start to the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAxe4OjII/AAAAAAAAAa4/70RpF7KXu5w/s1600-h/brunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAxe4OjII/AAAAAAAAAa4/70RpF7KXu5w/s320/brunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432036829334658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am-A stroll through Central Park, including Strawberry Fields!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_mv7kNWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/b-vi-h3KXuA/s1600-h/central+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_mv7kNWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/b-vi-h3KXuA/s320/central+park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221430752916551010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_mS_ODPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cauF2hWVQJY/s1600-h/strawberryfields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_mS_ODPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cauF2hWVQJY/s320/strawberryfields.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221430745147247858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am-Hello Deli, Times Square, Rockefeller Center and a quick pic with the Naked Cowboy (he's dirty). It was Shule's first time in NYC, so we tried to show him all the sights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_nxzww6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5qMUaPonH9A/s1600-h/nakedcowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_nxzww6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5qMUaPonH9A/s320/nakedcowboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221430770600559522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAycRSVjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fB_k6m413Ag/s1600-h/jamba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAycRSVjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fB_k6m413Ag/s320/jamba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432053309003314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "fate" (as Wayne would put it) rewarded us with Jamba Juice, not once, but twice in NYC. Love, love, love JAMBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm-Escaping the rain at Rockefeller Center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7w9wKCgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/icQSCg4cH7c/s1600-h/rainynyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7w9wKCgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/icQSCg4cH7c/s320/rainynyc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426530378975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm-YANKEE STADIUM for the Yankees v Red Sox!!! It doesn't get much more American than a baseball rivalry! AWESOME-I love America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wgDN6yI/AAAAAAAAAaA/e7W1xwuvJmQ/s1600-h/yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wgDN6yI/AAAAAAAAAaA/e7W1xwuvJmQ/s320/yankees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426522405858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAyIrql0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/gyby4MyqsNA/s1600-h/hotdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZAyIrql0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/gyby4MyqsNA/s320/hotdogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221432048050935618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't have asked for better weather-we were a little nervous the big game would be rained out or delayed. Luckily at game time, the skies cleared and we had absolutely beautiful baseball weather! Sitting with rabid Yankee and Sox fans was great...especially during the top of the 9th when the Sox (down by one) loaded the bases with no outs! There were some tense moments for Yankee fans...but Rivera pulled it out, and the Yankees won 2-1! The game set a record for most hit batters in a game-7!! Gotta love this rivalry at this stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZ_o7XlaYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/-S3INLYKYxA/s1600-h/yankeesfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZ_o7XlaYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/-S3INLYKYxA/s320/yankeesfield.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221501159090776450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm-Dinner at the Carnegie Deli-our waitress was a gem (definitely an antique). She yelled at us, told us we wouldn't have enough food, etc. Perfect little slice of NYC hospitality! It's a good thing we knew going in that good food was on the menu not quality customer service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6Xs8U-PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/61JeVwRSdAA/s1600-h/carnegiedeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6Xs8U-PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/61JeVwRSdAA/s320/carnegiedeli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221424996858263794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm-Wayne, Tabbi and I finished our very long day with some Pinkberry! Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.6.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through our night in the Bate's Motel and set out to explore NYC!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6XRBthyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7YS2zDrhnn0/s1600-h/brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY6XRBthyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7YS2zDrhnn0/s320/brooklyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221424989364651810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some cupcakes from Magnolia's Bakery (food was definitely our friend in NYC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_m3h4bHI/AAAAAAAAAag/Fgl5ZRb3kdA/s1600-h/magnolia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY_m3h4bHI/AAAAAAAAAag/Fgl5ZRb3kdA/s320/magnolia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221430754956307570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZ_onKZiZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vyoqWXH7bQk/s1600-h/magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHZ_onKZiZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vyoqWXH7bQk/s320/magnolia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221501153666763154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just took in the sights, and sounds of NYC before heading back on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wo7wu_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gZ40Lo_EuA4/s1600-h/empirestate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SHY7wo7wu_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gZ40Lo_EuA4/s320/empirestate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426524790504434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It was good to get some of the USU newsies back together for a bit...reminiscent of the good old jcom days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4Rn6g9I/AAAAAAAAASs/k1t4E8dVUPE/s1600-h/gettysburg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4Rn6g9I/AAAAAAAAASs/k1t4E8dVUPE/s320/gettysburg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197856425207563218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marques, Brooke, and Jared (and let's not forget Spuddy Buddy-Marques' little friend) picked me up on my corner, bright and early Saturday morning and we headed out to Gettysburg, PA. It's such a pretty little town, with an amazing and somber history. We followed our audio car tour from point to point (as best we could, stops 10-13 weren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; important) through the stages of the most famous Civil War battle. It was humbling to imagine the men lined up marching toward the frontlines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ9nRn6g8I/AAAAAAAAASk/lHqm3SiZQ5k/s1600-h/gettysburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ9nRn6g8I/AAAAAAAAASk/lHqm3SiZQ5k/s320/gettysburg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197855033638159298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;We finished our Gettysburg tour at the spot where Lincoln gave his famous speech, The Gettysburg Address. It's interesting that from the crowds silent reaction to his speech Lincoln believed he'd failed at properly honoring those killed at Gettysburg, but really the crowd was just so humbled by his words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMgyxn6hBI/AAAAAAAAATM/ONWTSOSytFU/s1600-h/gettyburg2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMgyxn6hBI/AAAAAAAAATM/ONWTSOSytFU/s320/gettyburg2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198034451601982482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of the soldiers graves are marked only by a number on a white granite marker. They gave their lives in battle and they don't even have their names on their graves!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6g-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xtr8O4teJb8/s1600-h/hershey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6g-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xtr8O4teJb8/s320/hershey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197856429502530530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our tour of Pennsylvania in Heaven...aka Hershey, PA. We followed the singing cows through the Hershey plant, and for some reason it dropped us off right in the Hershey store-talk about marketing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6g_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/uGh0D3RxN8w/s1600-h/hershey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6g_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/uGh0D3RxN8w/s320/hershey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197856429502530546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about the singing cows...please ignore my excited but hideous expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hershey tabs...&lt;br /&gt;Marques and Brooke-$14 (come on people, only $7 each!)&lt;br /&gt;Jared-$12 (now that's more like it!)&lt;br /&gt;Kami-$20  (Stockin' up for the ride home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued the adventure at the Catoctin Farmer's Market-if Marques weren't already happily married, I think he'd marry the sweet little owner. He's pretty much obsessed with her apple cider! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top of our day, we visited the DC Temple-always a beautiful place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMo2hn6hFI/AAAAAAAAATs/vNPoi1pYBbI/s1600-h/temple"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMo2hn6hFI/AAAAAAAAATs/vNPoi1pYBbI/s320/temple" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198043312119514194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMo1hn6hDI/AAAAAAAAATc/eg2ZfuMexE8/s1600-h/temple3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCMo1hn6hDI/AAAAAAAAATc/eg2ZfuMexE8/s320/temple3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198043294939644978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6hAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Xwh4njqQevU/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCJ-4hn6hAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Xwh4njqQevU/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197856429502530562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am blessed to have these friends...gotta love em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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There, I said it, I'm slightly WT! I became acutely aware of my wt ways during our trip into the Virginia "country."  The day started with a great little hike through Sky Meadows State Park. It was beautiful and the weather was absolutely perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkeybD77lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kkQkNJmkma0/s1600-h/May+2008+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkeybD77lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kkQkNJmkma0/s320/May+2008+192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721096382508626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the wt bra straps that seemed to find their way into every pic from the hike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkex7D77kI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2veeJD7tLlA/s1600-h/May+2008+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkex7D77kI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2veeJD7tLlA/s320/May+2008+187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721087792574018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkeyrD77mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XrdidmZzKI4/s1600-h/May+2008+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkeyrD77mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XrdidmZzKI4/s320/May+2008+184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721100677475938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that weren't enough, the real hard-core evidence came on our drive home through Manassas. After searching high and low for a Super Wal-Mart (nothing says wt like wally-world), guess what we found in the parking lot of the K-Mart across the street?!? THE RING OF FIRE! Seriously, who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be excited to see that! Had it been the Zipper (only &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; coolest ride at the Box Elder County Fair, I probably would have wet my pants!) Hope and Di said they've never seen me that excited...and I don't remember the last time I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; that excited :) The $20 we spent to get into the carnival, ride 2 rides and walk out was totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkey7D77nI/AAAAAAAAAUk/aj6r2ZZYBV8/s1600-h/May+2008+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SCkey7D77nI/AAAAAAAAAUk/aj6r2ZZYBV8/s320/May+2008+240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721104972443250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Words can't describe how beautiful the District looks right now...all I can say is "Thank you Japan for the cherry blossoms!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALU6WyKFDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a4I7-txUcRw/s1600-h/cherry+tabbi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALU6WyKFDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a4I7-txUcRw/s320/cherry+tabbi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188943819697689650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWW2yKFMI/AAAAAAAAARo/0k8WSCbUkaQ/s1600-h/P3290009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWW2yKFMI/AAAAAAAAARo/0k8WSCbUkaQ/s320/P3290009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945408835589314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXWyKFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/8leCvfr6nik/s1600-h/Wash2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXWyKFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/8leCvfr6nik/s320/Wash2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945417425523922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXmyKFPI/AAAAAAAAASA/oI9t94QxH3k/s1600-h/P3290021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXmyKFPI/AAAAAAAAASA/oI9t94QxH3k/s320/P3290021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945421720491250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine hundreds of people on the National Mall flying kites...it's magical! Pirate ships, turtles, human legs, and just about anything that could fly was floating through the DC skies! Watching little kids, big kids, families and friends all enjoy the windy weather was impressive! Kites filled the sky, from the Capitol all the way down to the Washington Monument and on towards the Lincoln Memorial...doesn't get much more American than this!! They have show kites, and huge kite flying contests too. Let's go fly a kite...up to the highest height! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVs2yKFHI/AAAAAAAAARA/-RuFjIQd9gY/s1600-h/crack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVs2yKFHI/AAAAAAAAARA/-RuFjIQd9gY/s320/crack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944687281083506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some duties a girlfriend should take seriously...making sure your boyfriends crack isn't hanging out is definitely one of them! Seriously, there were children in the vicinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVtmyKFKI/AAAAAAAAARY/VPa1jbD4Vpw/s1600-h/P3290038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVtmyKFKI/AAAAAAAAARY/VPa1jbD4Vpw/s320/P3290038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944700165985442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXWyKFOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sloM-zg2xAI/s1600-h/waynekami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALWXWyKFOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sloM-zg2xAI/s320/waynekami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945417425523938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVt2yKFLI/AAAAAAAAARg/1ojpp2USzQU/s1600-h/tabbijennykami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVt2yKFLI/AAAAAAAAARg/1ojpp2USzQU/s320/tabbijennykami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944704460952754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tidal Basin was crowded...but the blossoms were worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVtGyKFII/AAAAAAAAARI/aj5hW-_mmo0/s1600-h/P3290032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALVtGyKFII/AAAAAAAAARI/aj5hW-_mmo0/s320/P3290032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944691576050818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being height challenged is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALU7GyKFGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ovzTuExuiIY/s1600-h/P3290044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/SALU7GyKFGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ovzTuExuiIY/s320/P3290044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188943832582591586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne's motto: Stop and smell the rose..err cherry blossoms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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So I decided to take myself on my own little "spring break" trip back to UT. I flew in just in time for the wedding of my &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; single girlfriend from high school (thanks for the late night/early morn pick-up dad)! Karly and Greg's wedding was beautiful...they're the cutest couple! The sealing was spectacular (so I hear), the breakfast was delish, and the reception was crowded with lots of familiar faces and good friends! I love when love works...congrats Karly and Greg! &lt;br /&gt;The rest of my "spring break" was spent with the family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_j_uH8RLgI/AAAAAAAAANw/FTTN4ftT73g/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_j_uH8RLgI/AAAAAAAAANw/FTTN4ftT73g/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186176138788023810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School lunch with my favorite second grader! I don't think I've had a meal &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; balanced since...elementary school! Grandma and I got to meet all of Kalli's friends, see her cute classroom, and play on the big toy! (Oh, the memories on those monkey bars-they've been there since I was in elementary school! Can you say OLD!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_j_uX8RLhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qLQ8Y7hCXII/s1600-h/playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_j_uX8RLhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qLQ8Y7hCXII/s320/playground.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186176143082991122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who wouldn't want to re-live the high school days a bit...good ole' BRHS Junior Prom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qKFH8RLiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vhCr8K7sg58/s1600-h/prom"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qKFH8RLiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vhCr8K7sg58/s320/prom" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186609741506358818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was spent visiting old friends, meeting and getting reacquainted with all of their new babes, visiting family, watching baseball games, eating and shopping! Ahh...the good life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK9n8RLjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_JCp-J9oPT4/s1600-h/eggdye"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK9n8RLjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_JCp-J9oPT4/s320/eggdye" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610712168967730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs, eggs and more eggs! We dyed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK-38RLlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z5--cSvilwc/s1600-h/egghunt"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK-38RLlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z5--cSvilwc/s320/egghunt" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610733643804242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK_38RLnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rX-26ebiv4I/s1600-h/egghunt3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qK_38RLnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rX-26ebiv4I/s320/egghunt3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610750823673458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hunted them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLq38RLuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8515TRNlrFg/s1600-h/eggtoss7"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLq38RLuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8515TRNlrFg/s320/eggtoss7" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186611489558048482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLfn8RLrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mP3GSzITPw0/s1600-h/eggtoss4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLfn8RLrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mP3GSzITPw0/s320/eggtoss4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186611296284520114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grand finale...we chucked 'em down the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLfH8RLoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/W0kFoGWgAsI/s1600-h/eggtoss"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qLfH8RLoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/W0kFoGWgAsI/s320/eggtoss" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186611287694585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qXQX8RLzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lcNAKOPh5ac/s1600-h/eggtoss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qXQX8RLzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lcNAKOPh5ac/s320/eggtoss9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186624228431048498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 25th Annual Capener Family Picnic and Egg Toss! Intense...I know, Capener's don't mess around when it comes to their egg toss! We hike up our mountain armed with dozens of easter eggs (and I mean DOZENS, at least 20) and then, it's bombs away! The boys have contests to see who can throw the farthest (which I'm pretty sure Cade won...woot woot for the youngest bro!), target practice (Uncle Ken seems to be a fav) and then gather all the uncracked eggs and throw 'em again! Don't ask us why we do it...we really don't know! But, its tradition, it makes us happy and its an excuse to get together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qXQn8RL0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hE_bQL7i3us/s1600-h/eggtoss10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qXQn8RL0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hE_bQL7i3us/s320/eggtoss10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186624232726015810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addition of new Capener's brings new traditions! Meet my sis-in-law Morgan. She likes to mix things up! Boiled eggs? Nah! Dyed eggs? No way! She and Jas (big fans of multi-tasking) dyed their raw eggs right as we tossed! She keeps us crackin' up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qP838RLxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gmrhp_d6f9k/s1600-h/eggtoss2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R_qP838RLxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gmrhp_d6f9k/s320/eggtoss2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186616196842204946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the blessed folks that keep us going! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Capener for all the traditions that make us unique! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I tagged along with Congressman Bishop (thanks to Wayne and Shule) on a jaunt up the Capitol Dome (~180 feet). Mother Nature wasn't really cooperating. It was icy and rainy and cold, but so worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R74xLl_VK0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vs44LX-xZEw/s1600-h/dome10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R74xLl_VK0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vs44LX-xZEw/s200/dome10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169623497513970498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R74xLl_VK1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/VKIDOimpORU/s1600-h/dome11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R74xLl_VK1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/VKIDOimpORU/s200/dome11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169623497513970514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the "Apotheosis of George Washington" up close and personal made me realize how impressive our Capitol really is! I can't believe HOW HIGH Brumidi was as he painted and HOW LARGE that painting really is...just crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Congressman Bishop showed us the prayer room just off from the Rotunda. The room was peaceful and had the most beautiful stained-glass window with George Washington kneeling in prayer and the words to a prayer on it. Separation of church and state? No matter what some may say, this nation is what it is because of the grace of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Yep, the same building! The Eisenhower Executive Office Building is right next to the White House and is home to most of the White House staff. It's an absolutely beautiful old gem! I'm just glad I got to look around inside before the fire (luckily it wasn't totally destroyed!) For everyone who hasn't been inside, here's a peek at the building (and at Mike in his office, hard at work...or at least pretending to be)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mjRMTWQmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VVXnFxagB28/s1600-h/HPIM0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145823565002981986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mjRMTWQmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VVXnFxagB28/s200/HPIM0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145826111918588546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mllcTWQoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9XLul9ajn0s/s200/HPIM0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Eisenhower Executive Building was just one stop on the West Wing tour of the White House! Here's the highlights (at least the ones I could take pics of) from the rest of the tour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mmtMTWQpI/AAAAAAAAALA/oTmAgt8-ejU/s1600-h/HPIM0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145827344574202514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mmtMTWQpI/AAAAAAAAALA/oTmAgt8-ejU/s200/HPIM0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Rose Garden...those windows look into the Oval Office! "Hey, W! How's it going in there...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Oval Office was beautiful, unfortunately no pics inside. :( The President's desk was absolutely gorgeous, and its history is even more beautiful. It's the desk JFK used...and the famous pic of John-John peeking under it was taken with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2qyvcTWQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sdKNL67Nduw/s1600-h/HPIM0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146122052345152242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2qyvcTWQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sdKNL67Nduw/s200/HPIM0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mm4cTWQrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NykxoxWIa2M/s1600-h/HPIM0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145827537847730866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2mm4cTWQrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NykxoxWIa2M/s200/HPIM0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the press room...right by the podium where Dana Perino gives the daily press briefings! Maybe one day I'll be behind the podium... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or possibly in front of it...I'll ask the tough questions! Each news organization/reporter has an assigned seat...this one is just down from my Helen Thomas' chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2q19sTWQwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OD0UXzYxkII/s1600-h/HPIM0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146125595693171458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/R2q19sTWQwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OD0UXzYxkII/s200/HPIM0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I love TLC, HG-TV and all those home improvement channels, but I think they may have given me an overambitious take on decorating. This, along with my thrifty budget (call me cheap if you want), made Di and I think refinishing some dressers would be a great project. So, Di and I found some "solid pine" dressers on craigslist for $25 each...what a bargain! We hunted down a friend with a truck to help us move them to our new house (after attempting it ourselves in Di's Civic...and failing miserably!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Rwqo7yHpb6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmcmlCT8kw0/s1600-h/Dressers+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Rwqo7yHpb6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmcmlCT8kw0/s320/Dressers+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119089671479586722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, the dressers were laminate particle board, definitely not solid pine. We had driven a half hour to get them, and we were going to pay $40 for a tupperware dresser, so we decided they were still our best option, real wood or not. Here's the before, notice the unaligned knobs...NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxeCHpb8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/I2jGiIxObHM/s1600-h/Dressers+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxeCHpb8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/I2jGiIxObHM/s320/Dressers+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119099055983128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the dressers back to our house, which we thought would be the hardest part...WRONG! We bought all the paint supplies the good ole' Home Depot man told us we would need...a can of primer, some sand paper, a couple cans of black spray paint some new hardware, and some putty to fill the old unaligned knob holes, all for $60 bucks...perfect, or so we thought! We removed the knobs, filled in the old holes, drilled new holes for our cute new knobs, and sprayed on some primer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxgSHpb_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zHX5ooRFGiU/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxgSHpb_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zHX5ooRFGiU/s320/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119099094637834226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Di and I decided to test the spray paint on some night stands we had purchased at Bed, Bath and Beyond before attempting the larger dressers...good idea! Our little nightstands each took a full can of spray paint (and yes, the Home Depot expert had assured us one can would cover a WHOLE dresser without a problem) and the paint didn't go on very evenly, although our night stands did look okay. Unfortunately, we used all our paint and our dressers were now primer gray...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took our sweaty, painted selves back to Home Depot (our third trip) to get more paint and of course, we ran into some boys from our ward...which never happens in Virginia (unless your looking your worse). These expert boys told us to forget the spray paint and use the real stuff, so we dropped another $40-buying a can of paint, paint brushes and paint supplies, along with more spray paint to finish off our nightstands. Talk about a mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our dressers painted...three days of hard work, $150 later, and we have BLACK DRESSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxgCHpb-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0RPJauvIn4w/s1600-h/Dressers+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RwqxgCHpb-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0RPJauvIn4w/s320/Dressers+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119099090342866914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Da! Here's the finished product...they look better right?!? (that's what Di and I keep telling ourselves to make our Labor Day weekend project worth it!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Rwqo8SHpb7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OeA6USn-Wzs/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/Rwqo8SHpb7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OeA6USn-Wzs/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119089680069521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you're watching "Design on a Dime" and you think..."hey that looks easy!" remember the "magic of TV" makes everything look easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Di and I felt super popular after scoring front row seats to Wicked and meeting Glinda after the show! The most popular musical in the nation...and we got front row tix for $25 (okay $26.75 to be exact)! Diana "won" the lottery! What, you ask is the lottery? Well, you put your name in 2 hours before the show starts and 12 lucky people (out of the hundreds that line up) are drawn out to sit on the front row at a hugely discounted price (like $275 off)! All I have to say is AMAZING! It was well worth the wait...and we sure did wait to see it(I've literally been waiting YEARS to see this play)! We made friends with one of the ushers at the Gershwin Theater, and he showed us where to meet the actors after the show too...Glinda was beautiful in street clothes too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjO_OHMII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EIm93BR8Vy8/s1600-h/New+York+July+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090513694207979650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjO_OHMII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EIm93BR8Vy8/s200/New+York+July+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Di and I decided our weekend in NY should include Broadway...lots and lots of Broadway, so along with our Wicked good night, we got tickets to the matinee of Hairspray! It was awesome...if the new movie is anything like the musical, you can sign me up! Talk about a chick flick musical...it was so cute! It was heart-warming, funny, sweet, just an all-around good time (this coming from someone with a standing ticket-yes, I stood through the entire 3 hour production and still came out absolutely loving it)! Our NY Broadway fest was great! FYI-after asking a variety of NY tourists to take our pic outside the theater (to show us in front of the Hairspray sign), Di and I finally took this pic ourselves...its the only way we could get the Hairspray billboard in the background! Tourists may be nice, but they are horrible photographers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjO_OHMJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/38Vb1wPYUmY/s1600-h/New+York+July+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090513694207979666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjO_OHMJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/38Vb1wPYUmY/s200/New+York+July+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be NY tourists without eating a dog off a street vendor! It was a pretty tasty meal...but if you're going to eat on the street, go for the gyros, much more filling and they are pretty darn tasty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjOfOHMGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FUDrx3MiPOk/s1600-h/New+York+July+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090513685618045026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjOfOHMGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FUDrx3MiPOk/s200/New+York+July+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the beautiful Manhattan NY Temple! It's such a unique experience to go to church basically inside the temple! Bill and I ran into our good high school friend, Sister Anderson, who is serving her mission here! Its always fun to see friendly faces from home in the big city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjOvOHMHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0ooWgbcckAE/s1600-h/New+York+July+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090513689913012338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RqUjOvOHMHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0ooWgbcckAE/s200/New+York+July+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "heart" NY! What a great tourist spot...Broadway, Rockefeller Center, Time Square, Fifth Avenue, street vendors, Chinatown, you name it, NY has it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Even though President Bush doesn't have high approval ratings, the opportunity to see "W" is a once in a lifetime deal. Even with long lines, sweltering heat, and hundreds of tourist...there's no better place than Arlington Cemetery on Memorial Day! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnYoBVeYI/AAAAAAAAABM/K_I467QfrXw/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+%2841%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086507239407450498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnYoBVeYI/AAAAAAAAABM/K_I467QfrXw/s200/Memorial+Day+%2841%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnZoBVeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GyyT6KR-Jl8/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086507256587319698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnZoBVeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GyyT6KR-Jl8/s200/Memorial+Day+%2840%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnaoBVeaI/AAAAAAAAABc/18yOCy1x7RM/s1600-h/Memorial+Parade+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086507273767188898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnaoBVeaI/AAAAAAAAABc/18yOCy1x7RM/s200/Memorial+Parade+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parade down Pennsylvania Avenue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbooYBVedI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tWFFEg2eZa0/s1600-h/Memorial+Parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086508609502018002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbooYBVedI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tWFFEg2eZa0/s200/Memorial+Parade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concert on the Capitol steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnbYBVebI/AAAAAAAAABk/VtquN1p2f5I/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086507286652090802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h20v1fBp_PQ/RpbnbYBVebI/AAAAAAAAABk/VtquN1p2f5I/s200/Memorial+Day+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending Memorial Day in the nation's capital with great friends...PRICELESS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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