<?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-7662727417290897763</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:46:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duffey Five</title><subtitle type='html'>Live Laugh Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-2497149576419403628</id><published>2010-01-12T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:46:25.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Dead - MHB</title><content type='html'>And when you’re next to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I should have said&lt;br /&gt;Comes flooding back to me&lt;br /&gt;I’m drowning in my own head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ripping out everything&lt;br /&gt;That I still care about&lt;br /&gt;Its not the same and&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to&lt;br /&gt;See it your way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say “no”I need you the same&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from going off the edge&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, its too late I’m&lt;br /&gt;Already dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me, but its not true&lt;br /&gt;The evidence is in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Its not to say that you just don’t care&lt;br /&gt;I think its time I disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its too late now but&lt;br /&gt;Thought that you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t out run my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey would you quit that please?&lt;br /&gt;You always give me that look&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t you be more sorry&lt;br /&gt;For all the time that you took?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be sad&lt;br /&gt;I think this is for the best&lt;br /&gt;Before I go there’s just one thing&lt;br /&gt;That I need to get off of my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three may be a small crowd but I&lt;br /&gt;Still think I should go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-2497149576419403628?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/2497149576419403628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=2497149576419403628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2497149576419403628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2497149576419403628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2010/01/already-dead-mhb.html' title='Already Dead - MHB'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-2079821224198729143</id><published>2009-06-10T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:29:46.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Telsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My baby cousin graduated from Highland High School today. She had all her credits back in January, the smart lil shit lol. She was so excited to finally walk with her class today. She was just beaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCPca7yCVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qvXQvk-zBbI/s1600-h/Telsa-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345930476117952850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCPca7yCVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qvXQvk-zBbI/s320/Telsa-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She's so cute!! Look how "decorated" she is. SO PROUD OF HER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCO8KE8k4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ozsxrLdGVks/s1600-h/telsa-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929921837175682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCO8KE8k4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ozsxrLdGVks/s320/telsa-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCO8aw_aJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BxiwzR_MhF4/s1600-h/telsa-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929926316877970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCO8aw_aJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BxiwzR_MhF4/s320/telsa-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Telsa with her mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCOS_mP9jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/b_EkjRo8ARA/s1600-h/telsa-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929214649431602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCOS_mP9jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/b_EkjRo8ARA/s320/telsa-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Telsa with my mom, Cole and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCNr0N8dzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XY_8--nLuZM/s1600-h/Telsa-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345928541579802418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCNr0N8dzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XY_8--nLuZM/s320/Telsa-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her sisters were there too and I seem to have lost that picture so I'll have to load it later lol. Sorry Cheryl, still love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Way to go Telsa I am so proud of you. NOW GET YOUR BUTT TO COLLEGE!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-2079821224198729143?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/2079821224198729143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=2079821224198729143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2079821224198729143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2079821224198729143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-telsa.html' title='Yay Telsa'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SjCPca7yCVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qvXQvk-zBbI/s72-c/Telsa-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-2800905467668061787</id><published>2009-06-01T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:29:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor clears the air</title><content type='html'>If you look at the video to the right Taylor Latner explains the New Moon trailer. I WAS SO RIGHT!!! YAY ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the size of the video....you just have to listen to what he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-2800905467668061787?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/2800905467668061787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=2800905467668061787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2800905467668061787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2800905467668061787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/06/taylor-clears-air.html' title='Taylor clears the air'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-2446242875846654784</id><published>2009-05-31T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:10:39.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official New Moon Trailer</title><content type='html'>Tonight on the MTV Movie Awards they released the trailer for New Moon. It is so AWESOME!! I am so beyond EXCITED for the movie. Also tonight Twilight made a clean sweep. Robert(Edward) and Cam(James) won best fight scene. Robert(Edward) won best new male actor. Kristen(Bella) won best female actor. Robert(Edward) and Kristen(Bella) won best kiss. And most importantly Twilight won BEST MOVIE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-2446242875846654784?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/2446242875846654784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=2446242875846654784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2446242875846654784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2446242875846654784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/05/official-new-moon-trailer.html' title='Official New Moon Trailer'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-1589348489618689872</id><published>2009-05-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:39:16.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/ShGoj4U-5jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bnsco5QuGS4/s1600-h/Celtic_Shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337232367780030002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/ShGoj4U-5jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bnsco5QuGS4/s400/Celtic_Shamrock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Last week Cole's uncle Ben passed away. He was 6 months away from his 80th birthday. Sadly I only got to meet Ben once. But I've heard many many many stories about him so I feel as if I know him better then I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is what his obituary says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Benjamin John Kenneth Duffey 11/26/1929 ~ 5/14/2009 Benjamin John Kenneth Duffey our beloved Father, Grandfather, Brother, and Uncle is now at peace after passing away in his home on May 14 2009. Preceded in death by his sister Betty Robison, parents Benjamin Isaac and Venetta. Survived by his four children Travis, Calin, Rick, and Sherry, seven grandchildren, his brother Bob and wife Brenda, and sister Gloria Ginn. Graveside Service: 2 p.m. Wed. May 20, 2009 at Utah Veterans Memorial Park, 17111 So. Camp Williams Road, Camp Williams, Utah - 801-254-9036&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My heart just achs for Travis and his kids Trevor and Tiffany. They were living with Ben. I can't even imagine what Cole's dad is going through. I talked to him mom last night and she said he's been doing a lot of talking about the past. When they were younger and the hunting trips they went on. We go camping the same place they used to so I think this year we'll have to make a special trip there and make some kind of memorial for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My poor husband. He's never been on to show emotion but I know this is really huting him. My poor rose bushes show it. He trimed them the night after it happened and he cut away half the bushes. Every now and then I'll see him wipe away some tears. He has been my rock so many times and now it's my turn to be his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Rest In Peace Uncle Ben!!! We love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Irish Blessing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May the roads rise up to meet you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May the winds always be at your back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The rains fall soft upon your feilds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May god hold you in the hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;of his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-1589348489618689872?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/1589348489618689872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=1589348489618689872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/1589348489618689872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/1589348489618689872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-bye.html' title='Good-bye'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/ShGoj4U-5jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bnsco5QuGS4/s72-c/Celtic_Shamrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-6451638444073307161</id><published>2009-05-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:07:52.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Woman Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgysZUD9rII/AAAAAAAAAL0/DpAKgT-Bugs/s1600-h/celticwoman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335829209409236098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgysZUD9rII/AAAAAAAAAL0/DpAKgT-Bugs/s400/celticwoman2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christmas Eve last year Cole gave me a card with money in it. Cole told me it was money for Celtic Woman. I CRIED!!!!! I absolutely love these ladies. They are so amazing. On Tuesday 5-12, Cole and I went to the concert. It was BEAUTIFUL! The group is made up of the most angelic voices you'll ever hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite is Chloe Agnew. She's only 19 years old. Her voice gives me goose bumps. She recorded her first solo album at age 11. She became a member of Celtic Women at age 12. I think she is absolutely beautiful and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgyosSV30ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/wA8URkNofS4/s1600-h/ChloeAgnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335825137318482322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgyosSV30ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/wA8URkNofS4/s400/ChloeAgnew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cole's favorite is Mairead Nesbitt. She is the Violinist. Cole says she is "sick", She has tons of energy. She was all over the place. Spinning, jumping and all kids of crazy kicks. All while still playing her violin. She started playing when she was only 6 years old. Before she was apart of Celtic Woman she was part of Riverdance. I also found out that she is on the "Tinker Bell" movie soundtrack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/Sgym4Jvm6AI/AAAAAAAAALk/F5UgwGHzoDw/s1600-h/maireadnesbitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335823142145681410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/Sgym4Jvm6AI/AAAAAAAAALk/F5UgwGHzoDw/s400/maireadnesbitt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The other girls are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alex Sharpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgymWyGNdZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Un6hBenFVVI/s1600-h/alexsharpe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335822568862348690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgymWyGNdZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Un6hBenFVVI/s400/alexsharpe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lisa Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/Sgyl3MIo0tI/AAAAAAAAALU/EGnOXYVyJSU/s1600-h/lisakelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335822026096038610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/Sgyl3MIo0tI/AAAAAAAAALU/EGnOXYVyJSU/s400/lisakelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lynn Hilary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgylJeichKI/AAAAAAAAALM/HVP5Ti8D3RA/s1600-h/LynnHilary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335821240762139810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgylJeichKI/AAAAAAAAALM/HVP5Ti8D3RA/s400/LynnHilary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My favorite song is "Spanish Lady". With every song that passed I became a little on the sad side. They hadn't sang my favorite song yet and after they sang "The soft goodbye" people started to leave. Then the first couple cords of Spanish Lady started. I was like a little kid on Christmas morning. I was SOOOO EXCITED!! Cole said after he was glad they sang it because he was scared to ride inthe car with me if they hadn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The other songs I like are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Orinoco Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Danny Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-You Raise Me Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-The Sky and The Dawn and The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Dulaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Ave Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-At the Ceili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cole informed me that IF we have another baby and it's a girl he wants to name her Chloe. Which I would so do but we already have a "A" thing going on. So we can use it as a middle name. But we haven't decided if we're going to have anymore or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We've already decided that if they come back we're going to take the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-6451638444073307161?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/6451638444073307161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=6451638444073307161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6451638444073307161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6451638444073307161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/05/celtic-woman-concert.html' title='Celtic Woman Concert'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SgysZUD9rII/AAAAAAAAAL0/DpAKgT-Bugs/s72-c/celticwoman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-6462577734258875360</id><published>2009-03-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:06:01.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So the later part of last week I got a call from my mother. A dear friend of mine passed away. He took his own life. I do not know why, no one but him knew why. All I know is there is a void in my heart. He was a wonderful father to his 7 year old daughter. He was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; man and was always there for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest memory of him was he was going to go to the Janet Jackson and Usher concert with his friends. He knew I liked Usher so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traded&lt;/span&gt; his FLOOR ticket in for 2 tickets so he could take me. I still to this day don't think I thanked him enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in piece dear friend and save my a little piece of heaven. We will miss you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-6462577734258875360?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/6462577734258875360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=6462577734258875360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6462577734258875360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6462577734258875360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-friend.html' title='Good bye friend'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-76787372442623655</id><published>2009-02-16T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:42:12.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year was a lot of fun. We spent the day together as a family. We had Kayla this year and that was awesome!! Friday night Cole stopped at the store on his way home and got Valentines gifts for us all. He got me and Kayla cards, he got Alexis a sleeping beauty book and Austin a cars puzzle. We did something different this year, we took the kids to dinner with us. We went to Wingers YUMO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted pictures of the kids but didn't want to spend the money to go to the studio so I took the pictures my self. Kayla and I took the cushions off the love seat and put 2 white blankets on the couch and pinned it to the wall to make it look like a nice white back drop. I learned the technique from my BFF Katie. The pictures turned out so cute and I am very happy with them. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-E4xqjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P9pR9PmyeQY/s1600-h/SANY0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651533692447282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-E4xqjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P9pR9PmyeQY/s320/SANY0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-D1GQvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lxZHxSOvpSo/s1600-h/SANY0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651533408584434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-D1GQvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lxZHxSOvpSo/s320/SANY0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-FZD6xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sE25trsGhvQ/s1600-h/SANY0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651533827861266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-FZD6xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sE25trsGhvQ/s320/SANY0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-X8nbwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/f3rjFLfFhvA/s1600-h/SANY0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651538808827650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-X8nbwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/f3rjFLfFhvA/s320/SANY0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-RQrjuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6Pq6sBRZRP8/s1600-h/SANY0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651537013935842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-RQrjuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6Pq6sBRZRP8/s320/SANY0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-76787372442623655?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/76787372442623655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=76787372442623655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/76787372442623655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/76787372442623655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SZpa-E4xqjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P9pR9PmyeQY/s72-c/SANY0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-5054448256294246598</id><published>2009-01-04T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:50:34.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOXY ROXY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday night Cole got a wild hair up his butt and was looking at the puppies on ksl. But this time was different he was seriously looking. We looked all night until 1 in the morning. We went to bed and when we got up a guy in Tooele was selling our perfect dog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYAKaULuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj6l_8Jwg2U/s1600-h/roxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604197327646434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYAKaULuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj6l_8Jwg2U/s320/roxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There were 5 of them a boy and 4 girls. Out of no where I heard Cole say "get ready we are going to Tooele" I jumped off the couch and ran over to the computer and there she was, the most beautiful little puppy ever. I was so drawn to her. I asked Cole "are you serious?". He picked up his phone and called the guy. When Cole got off the phone we loaded up the kids in the superduty and were on our way to get her. The drive out there seemed so long I didn't think we'd ever get there. WE pulled up to the house and all the babies were out side with their mama playing. There she was just sitting on a pillow so cute and sweet. Cole said "okay babe which one do you want?" I already had my heart set on her so it was an easy decision to make. The ride home was cute! She sat up on my sholders in the hood of my coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFX_8cYJRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MdhKRSYustc/s1600-h/SD534596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604193578198290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFX_8cYJRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MdhKRSYustc/s320/SD534596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFX_7yzQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy64ko3cP9M/s1600-h/SD534598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604193403814834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFX_7yzQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vy64ko3cP9M/s320/SD534598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We named her ROXY. She is three quarters blue/red heeler and a quarter border colli. She is so beautiful. She has the sweetest face. I've very surprised that she is already house broken. SHe'll let you know when she needs to go out side to potty. The last 2 night she has slept with Cole and I and does very well. She layes either between Cole and I or at our feet. Last night my feet were so cold and I think she knew because she layed on my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYANmC9gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ia6wIRf_tCs/s1600-h/SD534599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604198182155778" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYANmC9gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ia6wIRf_tCs/s320/SD534599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Roxy isn't a lap dog, she likes to lay next to you. If she's not asleep and you get up she'll whin a little to let you know she misses you. It's so funny watching her witht he kids. You'll see Austin run by and then her comes Roxy right behind him. Alexis is good with her too, Lexi pets her and giggles when Roxy gives her kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cole cracks me up. He's already talking about taing her camping and fishing with us this summer. I know he's wanted a dog for a real long time and I am so happy that he's found the one he wanted. And yes I say the one he wanted because he was so happy when I chose the one I wanted cuz it's the one he wanted too. She fits perfect into our family and we all love her greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYARaBf-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PdxBD1qh93I/s1600-h/roxy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287604199205470178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYARaBf-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PdxBD1qh93I/s320/roxy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is her mom(Girl) and dad(Cooter). Mom is a red heeler and border colli mix and dad is a blue heeler and red heeler mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-5054448256294246598?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/5054448256294246598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=5054448256294246598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/5054448256294246598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/5054448256294246598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2009/01/foxy-roxy.html' title='FOXY ROXY'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SWFYAKaULuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Mj6l_8Jwg2U/s72-c/roxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-6668826918926492373</id><published>2008-12-10T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:06:31.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess is ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-Zy1c5rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GOqdSE0kHVc/s1600-h/SD534441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357744886015666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-Zy1c5rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GOqdSE0kHVc/s320/SD534441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-aJonfAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fmrlCySH2Y0/s1600-h/SD534480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357751006198786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-aJonfAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fmrlCySH2Y0/s320/SD534480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alexis turned one on Sunday. I can't believe my baby girl is already one. Where did the last year go? She's so tiny too.. VERY PETITE! But don't let her size fool ya. She has a scream that could shatter glass. When she is pissed she lets out this scream that makes my ears ring. She has a smile that can melt your heart too. Oh and we can't for get her prittiest blue eyes. Her hair is finally starting to get long so it's curly. I love playing with her hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUCA4PNmfSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mPNWScQuofQ/s1600-h/SD534469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278360466922831138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUCA4PNmfSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mPNWScQuofQ/s320/SD534469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;She's starting to walk, she'll take a couple steps at a time. While she's doing so she has the biggest smile on her face. She's talking kinda now too. In between all her gibber jabber she says mama, dadda, bubba and hi. She waves hi too. Even tho she's a tiny little package she's a spit fire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The other day I caught her climbing up onto the coffee table. Yes I said CLIMBING!! not ony has she climbed on to the coffee table but the little sticker has also started climbing onto the tray of her high chair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-azpp6LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/023eCVAtMh0/s1600-h/SD534532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357762284841138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-azpp6LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/023eCVAtMh0/s320/SD534532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But you know what at the end of the day I can't help my self but to stare at her and watch her sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-azpp6LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/023eCVAtMh0/s1600-h/SD534532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love my baby girl so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-Zq_14wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Neo6f0d0WoQ/s1600-h/SD534417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357742782112514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-Zq_14wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Neo6f0d0WoQ/s320/SD534417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my mom says she reminds her of me and she brings back so many memories of me as a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-aZoIe_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aIl9d6L_bek/s1600-h/SD534505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357755299134450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-aZoIe_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aIl9d6L_bek/s320/SD534505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-6668826918926492373?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/6668826918926492373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=6668826918926492373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6668826918926492373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6668826918926492373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/12/princess-is-one.html' title='The Princess is ONE'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SUB-Zy1c5rI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GOqdSE0kHVc/s72-c/SD534441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-3889950478710963472</id><published>2008-11-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:12:50.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family picture day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We went to Olan mills today and had our family pictures done. I just have to say that I love Sandy, she is the best lady ever.  She takes the best pictures.. I always have a hard time deciding which ones to get because they are all so cute.  We did our family Christmas pictures as well as Alexis's birthday pictures. The best part is we get the pictures back 2 days before Alexis's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and no one had any melt downs so that was even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-3889950478710963472?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/3889950478710963472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=3889950478710963472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/3889950478710963472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/3889950478710963472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-picture-day.html' title='Family picture day'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-660311393898235117</id><published>2008-11-18T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:00:03.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK</title><content type='html'>Okay so Saturday the 15th my cousin Amy and I went to the NKOTB concert. IT WAS AWESOME!!! I had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I said that I was going (back in June) I had been getting lots of crap for it... "I can't believe your going".... "they are so old".... BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supose to go with Melissa, Heather and Chrissy. But Heather and Chrissy decided they didn't want to go and sold their tickets. Dear sweet Melissa gave her ticket to my cousin Amy and we went. All day Friday I was so nervous and excited. Nervous because my cousin and I don't do many things together, but we are close... go figure. I was so excited because we both loved New Kids growing up. My first concert ever I went to with my cousin.. I was like 8-9 years old. So to be in our 20's and get to go to a concert together was amazing. It was so cool to see my cousin jumping up and down, dancing, singing and swaying with the croud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our seats were so AWESOME!!! We were so close to the stage. Our seats were in section 103 row 12. You could see the sweat on the guys's faces. &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&gt;SPEAKING OF THE GUYS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMsGOCeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Oq7_kHa80k/s1600-h/k13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086993274866146" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMsGOCeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Oq7_kHa80k/s320/k13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMo9dSCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_fPEMV9e-zM/s1600-h/k12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086992432810018" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMo9dSCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_fPEMV9e-zM/s320/k12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMY6HfBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H9rp1PTlFDs/s1600-h/k8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086988123831314" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMY6HfBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H9rp1PTlFDs/s320/k8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!!! they are still cuties!!! 15 years ago when they were popular I was a Jordan Knight fan. I had the biggest crush on him....yes he was my first crush LMAO! He's still a cutie and can still hit the high notes. I was never a big fan of Donnie back in the day but man oh man he was looking HOTT lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home my ears hurt so bad. I had to take some night time Tylenol just so I could sleep. My ears are just now back to normal and it's Tuesday. But it was SOOOOO worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady who bought the other 2 tickets came with her daughter. Her daughter was sitting next to me. I thought it was so cute watching her dance to their music. When we got home I told Cole "it's so funny to see all these little girls have the same reactions to them that I did when I was their age".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMb5mvyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jLPRcezSEJ4/s1600-h/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270086988926992162" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMb5mvyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jLPRcezSEJ4/s320/k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Amy for coming with me, and thank you Mel for giving your ticket to her. You have no idea how much that night means to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time when they come I WILL GO AGAIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-660311393898235117?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/660311393898235117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=660311393898235117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/660311393898235117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/660311393898235117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-kids-on-block.html' title='NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SSMcMsGOCeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Oq7_kHa80k/s72-c/k13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-6696764467491720663</id><published>2008-10-12T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:28:00.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom and dad grew pumpkins for the kids this year. Every time we went to their house the kids would look at the growing pumpkins and say "wow look how big they are getting" "that one is mine" "1, 2, 3,.....26". Then came the day the kids have been waiting for, Papa harvested the pumpkins. I got a call from my mom Friday night saying "they are ready come and get em" So Saturday (10-11) we went and picked up our pumpkins....all 6 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf64ZxCiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sZGDnujp-RI/s1600-h/SD533809.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJjbCI__LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbAS6kAZ3L4/s1600-h/SD533835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373031177026738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJjbCI__LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbAS6kAZ3L4/s200/SD533835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole got home from work Austin had to show daddy all the pumpkins. He even told him which pumpkins were whos. They were all out on the porch but then ended up in the house. At the moment they are all on my coffee table. Last night Austin being the kid he is wanted to carve a pumpkin, as he put it "put a face on pumpkin". 8pm last night Cole and Austin carved a pumpkin. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAod81SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xpBs8iKa81Q/s1600-h/SD533813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256370378585724194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAod81SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xpBs8iKa81Q/s200/SD533813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AUSTIN LOVED IT!! Cole scraped the insides and Austin pulled out all the guts. Then when he was done we roasted the seeds. Austin has already ate half the seeds. Cole and Austin lite the pumpkin and put it out side last night. Then this morning the first thing Austin did was bring his pumpkin back in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAoXBTkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/59Kxja-HybI/s1600-h/SD533819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256370378556657218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAoXBTkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/59Kxja-HybI/s200/SD533819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Although watching my husband and son carve a pumpkin was entertaining, the best part was watching my baby girl. Her reactions were hillarious. She watched their every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf55eTLdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T9MUcPd2wzo/s1600-h/SD533778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369163379879378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf55eTLdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T9MUcPd2wzo/s200/SD533778.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf5uqI_xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cszii4A6DN8/s1600-h/SD533776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369160476753682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf5uqI_xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cszii4A6DN8/s200/SD533776.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf5uqI_xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cszii4A6DN8/s1600-h/SD533776.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;She wanted to check out the pumpkins so bad so daddy let her play with HER pumpkin. She was all about "exploring" it. She licked it, kissed it and even tried to bite it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAd9VtpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/limtPvQUyKs/s1600-h/SD533793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256370375764588178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJhAd9VtpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/limtPvQUyKs/s200/SD533793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf6GitQdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Fbak9rT8NE/s1600-h/SD533790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369166888026578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf6GitQdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Fbak9rT8NE/s200/SD533790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get a couple of pictures of the kids with the pumpkins before they were carved. They both loved taking picures with the pupkins. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside to know that I get to share the holidays with MY kids and to create memories with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf6uDJieI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PhBuhd0orhY/s1600-h/SD533799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369177493080546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJf6uDJieI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PhBuhd0orhY/s200/SD533799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Austin kept saying "Mama take my picture" It was cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJjbDmAPfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fo-zO3QCN0Y/s1600-h/SD533825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373031567113714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJjbDmAPfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fo-zO3QCN0Y/s200/SD533825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Even our cat Baby Girl got in on the action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-6696764467491720663?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/6696764467491720663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=6696764467491720663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6696764467491720663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/6696764467491720663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Fun'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SPJjbCI__LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbAS6kAZ3L4/s72-c/SD533835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-2265067974413572393</id><published>2008-10-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:14:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family that touch your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;  Okay so everyone who knows me knows that I am an only child. Growing up all I had were my cousins. So then I made my friends my sisters. Amanda M. Katie R. Crystal J. and a few others. Who I love dearly. Through that I've been able to have nieces and nephews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252738117920505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SOV5fPDOPnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VHMM2_kwM_M/s320/Jimmy+yellowstone+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;  Then when I married Cole I got sister in laws but it still wasn't enough. But then came the day I always dreamed of. I got a real sister. My brother in law is engaged to a wonderful lady by the name of Janine. She is awesome. I swear in another life we were blood. We are so alike, we both fell in love with the stuborn Duffey brothers. Heck even our girls look alike LOL. From the begining I've just loved her to death. She is so awesome!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252744442316730418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SOV_PXQyMDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ThfVn6ReMGs/s320/6pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Even her kids are awesome. Ricky, Victoria, Andrea and Tyler. The first time I heard the words "Aunt Tiffany" come out of their little mouths it brought tears to my eyes. Now granted I do have my nephew Wyatt and niece Cheyanne, but from day one I've just always known them that way. But to have 4 kids call me Aunt who don't have to but want to makes me feel so good. When those little kids open their arms and give you a hug and say "I love you Aunt Tiffany" It's enough to melt your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252738117726375490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SOV5fOU8DkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nz5sdFvdk4w/s320/SD532529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; I just want Janine to know that I love her and I'm proud to call her my SISTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-2265067974413572393?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/2265067974413572393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=2265067974413572393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2265067974413572393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/2265067974413572393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-that-touch-your-heart.html' title='Family that touch your heart'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SOV5fPDOPnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VHMM2_kwM_M/s72-c/Jimmy+yellowstone+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-5556536434993755392</id><published>2008-10-02T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:10:26.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My wonderful soon to be sister in law Janine tagged me so I guess it's my turn. So here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Where were you 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That would be 2000 so lets see. Ten years ago I was in my senior year of high school. Living at home with my mommy. That summer I went to Disney land with my mom and grandma, that was awesome. That November my grandma got sick and then passed away, then in January my grandpa passed too. So all in all 10 years ago at the begining of the year was awesome and exciting then turned into the worst year of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. What's on your to do list today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today we started decorating the house for Halloween. Austin and I did school work today, he made a Halloween picture using foam cut outs and it turned out adorible! He started grouping the pieces by shapes then when he ran out of room he just put them on the paer where ever.. he made a line down the page using sculls...Very Cute! Right this second I am listening to the dryer go, Austin is out on the porch playing and Alexis is napping. I can't wait till my hubby gets home I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. What if you were a Billionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NICE!! If I were a Billionaaire I would PAY OFF ALL MY BILLS for starters. Buy my kids everything I have been wanting to that we just don't have the money for right now. I would pay off Cole's truck. Buy some land so we could build our DREAM house. I would get both the dogs we want. I would pay off my parents debt, their house and my dads car. I would tear down my in laws house and build them a new one WITH OUT STAIRS!! Cole would go get his back FIXED and all the othr things I know he wants done. Get Kayla her braises. Donate a good chunk to the childrens hospital and the humain society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Name five places you have lived:.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1-Sugar House, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2-Down Town, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3-Murray , UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4-West Valley, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5-Kansas City, Kansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. W&lt;/span&gt;hat are three bad habits you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1-bitting my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2-bitting my lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3-popping my nuckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. What kind of snack do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANYTHING CHOCOLATE!!! goldfish crackers are good, apples with peanut butter and oranges.. any fruit really, I LOVE fruit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Who will you tag next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mrs. Amanda Miller. Now it's your turn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662727417290897763-5556536434993755392?l=princesst92703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/feeds/5556536434993755392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662727417290897763&amp;postID=5556536434993755392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/5556536434993755392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662727417290897763/posts/default/5556536434993755392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesst92703.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged!'/><author><name>princesst92703</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01930457977521460033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/TSy5Z0Z7n1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hUKxjRPBgL0/S220/DSC_2835.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662727417290897763.post-4793447246637363687</id><published>2008-09-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:40:27.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcWWFBS2nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PZV8gtNSttU/s1600-h/austin+hosp.+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248688459284142706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcWWFBS2nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PZV8gtNSttU/s320/austin+hosp.+pic.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcWWKMd3hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6cZ3y56Bqmo/s1600-h/SD533355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248688460673179154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcWWKMd3hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6cZ3y56Bqmo/s320/SD533355.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just celebrated our sons 3rd birthday. All the kids had a blast, but as his mother I couldn't help but feel sad. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. When he was born he weighed 7 lbs. 13 oz and was 19 3/4 inches long, and now he is 27 lbs and 38 inches long. He is such a smart little guy and everything I could ask for in a son. He loves sports, camping, fishing and all that fun boys stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcfF_bBxHI/AAAAAAAAABc/FtYcyE7knU8/s1600-h/Alexis+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248698078508205170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcfF_bBxHI/AAAAAAAAABc/FtYcyE7knU8/s320/Alexis+1.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcfFxe8LwI/AAAAAAAAABk/E8YUy9cgkBM/s1600-h/SD533008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248698074766520066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcfFxe8LwI/AAAAAAAAABk/E8YUy9cgkBM/s320/SD533008.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my princess pie, my beautiful baby girl Alexis. She has the bluest eyes to melt your heart and the brightest smile to brighten your day. She is starting to crawl. Today was the big day...she crawled for the first time. I almost cried. She is growing up so fast. It's just not fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNciC1795FI/AAAAAAAAABs/NouaiOkp7U0/s1600-h/kayla+1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248701322957284434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNciC1795FI/AAAAAAAAABs/NouaiOkp7U0/s320/kayla+1-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My step daughter is a splitting image of her dad. Looks just like him and has many of his manners. Yet she is her own person in many ways. She is a very smart cookie. She just started Junior High this year. She comes over and tells me all the different things she's learning and about all the new friends she's making. She is a great big sister and a wonderful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNckHUyDMWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vXglHu72r-8/s1600-h/SD532537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248703598979920226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNckHUyDMWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vXglHu72r-8/s320/SD532537.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 3 of my kids make me who I am today. 5 years ago Kayla made me a mom when I married her dad. She accepted me and that was the best feeling. My dream of being a mom came true but even more so when I had Austin. I have a very strong emotional connection with him because I wanted him so much. My baby girl Alexis is my princess pie. Her smile is the first smile I see in the morning and the last smile I see at night. I quit my job so I could stay home and raise my kids. I knew from the start that's what I wanted. I love being a stay at home mom. I am blessed to have a husband who is suportive and understands why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcnu_-6k0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OYVq2XAtvlw/s1600-h/wedding12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248707579126387522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="281" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcnu_-6k0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OYVq2XAtvlw/s320/wedding12.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h my husband, my best friend, my soul mate, my lover, the father of my children. Cole Duffey is the most wonderful husband I could ever ask for. He saved me from my sel&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcnvDHCUPI/AAAAAAAAACE/yKccINUQMWo/s1600-h/Tiffany+and+Cole+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248707579965755634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcnvDHCUPI/AAAAAAAAACE/yKccINUQMWo/s320/Tiffany+and+Cole+2004.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f when I needed it the most. He saved me from a life path I didn't want to be on any more. Our love story is one that should be in a story book. We lived in the same apartment complex, I walked by his apartment every day to and from work. One night he told me what he wanted in his life and that was me. From that moment we've been together ever since. We moved in together, got engaged a month later on &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248707583899305522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcnvRw3hjI/AAAAAAAAACM/xYFFh3xIAPY/s320/cheek+kiss.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Valentines day. We were married 7 months later. This year we are celebrating 5 wonderful years together. We knew from the begining we wanted to have kids, but I told him I wanted to be married first. I am so blessed to not only be married to a wonderful guy but to my best friend. HE COMPLETES ME! &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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcrzK-FZ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wnwsjJ1y-Ck/s1600-h/SD532715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248712048841680754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcrzK-FZ3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wnwsjJ1y-Ck/s320/SD532715.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcry07uiYI/AAAAAAAAACs/UG4CyWyxm2g/s1600-h/SD532460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248712042926213506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlOSXxRSQwU/SNcry07uiYI/AAAAAAAAACs/UG4CyWyxm2g/s320/SD532460.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a family we love to go camping and fishing. 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