tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55120551493178867112024-03-06T00:53:42.729-08:00Tiffani's thoughtsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-25816503709183572392012-05-13T11:46:00.000-07:002015-06-21T12:25:47.294-07:005 Things you should never spend money onI'm no financial expert and I don't spend time couponing yet. For now I'm just learning everyday how to be more frugal. Here's a list of things that, in my opinion, you shouldn't spend money on. <br />
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1. Hair cuts. Get a good pair of scissors and someone to help you make sure it's even where it needs to be, and you're on your way. I used to watch the lady that cut my hair to see how she did the layers and bangs. Then I practiced on my sister and now I always do my own. There are plenty of YouTube videos out there that can show you as well. Men who keep their hair fairly short need a haircut ever 6 weeks or so. Buy one of those men's haircutting buzzers and read the little instruction booklet and there you go. That could save you $64 per year. If you normally get your hair cut every three months as a woman, then that's $200 saved (on average, according to me). <br />
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2. Regular movie theater (unless it's opening night for Hunger Games) but nothing else. It varies depending on the theater and where you live but an the average cost for a movie ticket in 2011 (according to an article in the LA Times) was $7.93. That's $15.86 for a date and way more if you have kids. Compare that to our $2 theater where we spend a grand total of $4. Or, better yet, run to the $5 bin at Walmart and now you OWN a new movie. OR go to Redbox.<br />
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3. Cable - Hulu, ESPN.com, etc. Actually, why not just do something active
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4. New furniture (besides a mattress. I don't think I'd ever go used on that. The bed bug drama in my student apartment was enough for a lifetime). For couches, tables, chairs, vanities, and everything else, check the following: garage sales, Craigslist, thrift stores, Facebook community garage sales.<br />
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5. Laundry soap. My mom gave me this amazing recipe for homemade laundry soap that everyone should try. It's actually on this blog <a href="http://mylilpumpkinpatch.blogspot.com/2011/08/homemade-laundry-soap-tutorial.html">here </a>. Something like $11 upfront (including a $4 10-gallon container, which is a one-time purchase) and you get over 600 loads out of it! I'm never purchasing laundry soap again. Oh, and it smells great too!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-54765897032688475572012-05-13T11:26:00.000-07:002012-05-13T11:26:51.567-07:00Happy Mothers Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. Play Hide N' Seek in the Dark (turn off all lights - obviously - and cover all windows so the moonlight doesn't shine through). Then set the timer. If you don't find the other person in your allotted time, they jump out and scare you. Super fun, especially for a dark-a-phobic like me! <br />
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2. Make treats for friends and then go doorbell ditching. Service and running a fast dash equals an adrenaline rush!<br />
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3. Go to the local animal shelter, pick two dogs and take them on a walk! <br />
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4. Go to a thrift store and pick something you can fix up for your house - maybe a vase, an old chair, a coat rack, etc. Pinterest has some great ideas. <br />
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5. Have a sleepover! Bring your mattress into the family room, make popcorn and watch a movie. Sleep out in the family room. <br />
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6. Make homemade pizza. Put whatever toppings you want on your own half!<br />
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7. Go to the gym and take turns being the personal trainer and deciding what sets to do. <br />
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8. Have an "un-birthday" party. Go to an arcade, play games and use the tickets you earned to "buy" each other birthday trinkets. Bring wrapping paper and birthday hats. Then exchange your gifts as you eat cake and ice cream.<br />
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9. Host a carnival for two. Games could include obstacle courses, sword fighting, egg races, etc. Keep track of who wins each game and the ultimate winner gets a prize. (In my case this was a huge inflatable whale for the pool. Haha Brad's funny!)<br />
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10. Carve your names in a tree but don't get caught!<br />
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11. Watch funny YouTube videos and then make your own versions of them. My personal favorites: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8aprCNnecU">this</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTvLiGMMMg0">this</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQdhMSEqhfg&feature=related">this</a><br />
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12. Design an annual photobook online for each year you've been together. <br />
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13. Do some family history research. Talk to grandparents, or research online to find out information on your ancestors. <a href="https://www.familysearch.org/">Family Search</a> is a good place to start. <br />
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14. Run a race together - a mud run, midnight 5K or maybe even a half marathon!<br />
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15. Play Battleship but sit in different rooms on on different stories of the house. Use Walkie-Talkies to communicate. <br />
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There you have it! If anyone has any other fun date ideas, I'd love to hear them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-53590959525712872612012-03-30T20:06:00.000-07:002012-03-30T20:06:21.575-07:00How Sweet it is to be Loved by You<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UXM8y9MDXkM?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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I love this Michael Buble song! Really all of his music. And I love my husband, family, friends, Heavenly Father, and Savior (and being loved by them.) <br />
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(And this is my way of avoiding cleaning the house, and leaving a message for Brad.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-91380142499516446422012-03-30T19:50:00.000-07:002012-03-30T19:50:09.459-07:00Birthday FUN!I turned 24. (Yes, it was almost two months ago. But when you're a busy, working mom, you don't have time to blog about your birthday ON your actual birthday.) Here are some pictures!<br />
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This was the gift I wanted the most! A way to organize my shoe fetish. (Plus two new pairs to add to the rack)<br />
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It was a pretty chill day, as you can see from our attire :)<br />
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I also celebrated by skyping, texting and talking to family and friends, and parading around work in a Hello Kitty badge and eating scrumptious cake from Hello Kitty plates (thanks to one of my good friends and coworkers!) Here's to 24!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-7972078528427931242012-03-04T11:07:00.000-08:002012-03-04T11:07:58.451-08:00A visit from PBBA couple weekends ago Britt, Pat and Bentley (sister, bro-in-law, and nephew) came up to visit us!<br />
We ate our hearts out at Olive Garden (thanks guys!), took our little ones to the park, went to church, the movies and sledding, and mostly enjoyed each others' company. <br />
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And here's some more of week's happenings in the Terry home: <br />
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Brad took his blood in his Physiology class and found out that he's O-Negative. Oh yea!<br />
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My Grandpa had a birthday!<br />
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We got a key holder at DI for a buck. It has slots for mail and hooks for keys. We'll try to remember to do before and after pictures for those who want to see our updates to it. <br />
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We found out that Britt and Pat are coming to stay with us in a couple of weeks! Bentley and Roxy will have a weekend full of play dates and we'll get to make them jealous they don't live in Idaho as we show them all the fun attractions around here.<br />
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Roxy is being crate trained at night and barking up a storm. (I've held off doing it because I feel so bad for keeping our neighbors up, but it had to be done sometime.) She learned to roll over! Sometimes (all on her own) she'll randomly do her tricks and then look at us like she's waiting for her treat. <br />
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And to finish this post, a hilarious picture of our pup:<br />
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Today was the first "real" snow we've had in Idaho this year! Weird because when we moved here a year ago, there was a constant 5 inches all throughout January. And here we are on the 23rd just getting it to stick. Here's us before our family trip to the park to play hide n' seek!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-73872092328869014772012-01-22T19:54:00.000-08:002012-01-22T19:54:33.142-08:00Santa BabyThis Christmas was full of BABIES!<br />
All of Brad's siblings came out so we all got to be together. There are five Terry kids and they're all married now so it was a party! The reunion was a little different this time though. Up until recently, only one of Brad's siblings had kids. So after playing with our niece and nephew, the adults would stay up late playing games and watching adult movies. (That sounded wrong....Adult meaning non-Dora The Explorer or Mario movies.) <br />
Anyway, this time EVERYONE had a baby! Crystal and Marty have two-year-old Christina; April and John just had baby Debbie this August; Jeff & Sam got a baby kitty; and as you all know, Brad and I had Roxy. <br />
Not to mention that we also spent time with Britt & Pat (+ their baby puppy Bentley), and Aaron's sister who also just had a baby. And we met up with all of my extended family who were in Utah for a couple days and my cousins Matt and Cortney are having TWINS! <br />
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So basically, it went from two kids to a million human and animal babies. So our games were shorter and frequently interrupted by kisses, diaper changes, dog walks, and passing cute babies around! Very fun :) <br />
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Here's some pictures of the babies. First is Jeff and Sam with all the nieces and nephew (Lexi, Connor, Debbie and Christina)Then Brad and I on his birthday holding baby Debbers.<br />
Finally, Britt and I holding our puppies. <br />
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More Christmas posts to follow...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-70913088435059529942012-01-20T23:18:00.000-08:002012-01-20T23:18:54.941-08:00Why I fell asleep at my computer today...Brad is overloaded with his pre-dental classes right now. He's had two exams and tons of quizzes this week and has been up until 2 a.m. studying, so I've had Roxy duty every morning this week. Here's my average day:<br />
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5:45 AM - take Roxy potty and feed her breakfast<br />
6:30 AM - leash Roxy up and drag my furry boots for a 1-mile jog. (and hope I remembered the plastic poop bag)<br />
7:00 AM - do everything possible to prevent barking so as not to wake up our neighbors while getting ready for work/school.<br />
7:30 AM - drop Brad off at school and leave for work <br />
8-11 AM - work<br />
11-12 AM - Come home (I love that I only live 8 minutes from my job) feed Roxy lunch, take her on a quick walk around the block, practice her commands and grab a pack of crackers for my lunch <br />
12-5 PM - work<br />
5-6:30 PM - make dinner, try to spend time with Brad while Roxy bites our heels and demands our attention, play with her together, take her potty (every 45 minutes), and eat dinner<br />
6:30 - 7 PM - Another walk with Roxy (usually a run because she loves to sprint) <br />
7 - 11 PM - Alternate between Roxy play time, dishes, internet, potty breaks, distracting Brad (if he's studying at home) and taking advantage of relaxing when Roxy takes her nap.<br />
11 PM - say goodnight to Brad and try to go to sleep. <br />
12:30 AM - Brad takes Roxy potty and plays with her (I'm a light sleeper so I still wake up) <br />
2 AM - Brad comes to sleep. We pray together (or he prays and I subconsciously say "amen")<br />
3:30 AM - I take Roxy poop and she wants to play fetch or eat our bed. So we play. <br />
5:45 AM - Start over. <br />
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It may sound like I'm complaining (OK, maybe I am!) but I really really do love our puppy! She's a big time commitment, but everything good requires some sacrifice, right? I've got some fun pictures and videos with her that I'll post another day when I'm not so tired. <br />
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It's hard to tell in the photos, but there's a 15 pound difference. She was a 10-pound baby when we got her and now she's in the mid-20s!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-47619462263738294532011-12-16T17:17:00.000-08:002011-12-16T17:17:28.552-08:00RoxyWe have some big news!!!<br />
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We LOVE our little girl! She's a Chessie-Lab (Chesapeake Bay Retriever/Labrador Retriever). Our baby is 7 weeks old and loves to sleep on our shoes, chase us up and down the driveway, and snuggle - aka steal my pillow at night. She's our new best pal! <br />
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And...we're renting a little house with a yard that will be all ours in January! This is all I wanted for Christmas and more. We've waited a long time to be able to add a doggie to our family.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-91866319213717360592011-11-27T19:54:00.000-08:002011-11-27T19:54:20.803-08:00Black ThursdayWere you aware that Black Friday begins a day earlier now? We weren't. We arrived at Walmart at 9 p.m. on Thursday evening to purchase our XBox 360 & Kinect package. We had planned to chat and wait in line until midnight. But -- we made it to the checkout within 45 minutes of our arrival and were in and out with Brad's Christmas present. Who knew the sale actually began at 10 p.m.?<br />
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Anyway, I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving! Ours was beautiful. The weather was short-sleeve permitting with no sign of snow. In the morning we played football at a ward Turkey Bowl. (I always have to check myself on that word because I find myself writing "bowel" which probably also occurred after Thanksgiving dinner...but anyway.)<br />
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One of our couple friends from church invited us over for a home-cooked meal. Kendra made cute pine-cone name tags for all of us and strung up white lights. It was so cute! We all went around the table and said things we were grateful for and stuffed our faces. I love Thanksgiving :)<br />
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I have been missing my family like crazy though. <br />
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(Brad's apple pie and lattice-decorating skills) <br />
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2. Brad got some new boots too. I am equally in love with them, as is he. I'll post a picture of his new guys later. I'm not sure why but I find it almost more enjoyable to shop for men's clothing.<br />
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3. Mom, Won and Bud are coming out here in April!!! I cannot wait - it seems almost too far away to start counting down. They're going to visit us in Idaho and we'll all go to Yellowstone. Then we're driving down to stay with Britt and Pat! <br />
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4. I get tomorrow off work! Brad and I are going to have Thanksgiving dinner with some friends from church and then brave the chaotic after-midnight hours of Black Friday. <br />
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5. I think I'd be content eating mint Oreos for Thanksgiving dinner. They are so tasty. <br />
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6. There is another piece of exciting news but I think I'll leave that for another post. <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-71705008005011241072011-11-08T20:28:00.000-08:002011-11-08T20:28:35.052-08:00A bipolar post.Honestly I've been feeling depressed this week. I've been yelled at or snapped at by three unfriendly co-workers over the past week and a half. My Christmas account brings tension, stress, the "f" word (not by me but thanks for wondering), and everything but the jingle-jolly Christmas cheer and joy that is supposed to accompany the holiday season revolving around the Savior. And this may not sound like a big deal or something to cry over (even though I have), but I want a dog so bad. I've wanted one ever since we got married 2.5 years ago. We've never been able to have one and we are having the HARDEST time finding a new apartment to move into that will allow pets. Still looking though.<br />
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So in an effort to make myself feel better I am creating a list of things I am grateful for today: <br />
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-My husband and absolute best friend! I love coming home and having my day do a 180. <br />
-Heavenly Father and that He listens to my prayers<br />
-Jesus Christ and the comfort I feel through His infinite Atonement<br />
-The comfort and guidance of the Holy Ghost<br />
-My wonderful family! (Parents, stepparents, siblings (and step), in-laws, grandparents, nieces and nephew, and my best friends<br />
-Playing with the dogs and holding kittens at the animal shelter, and how doggies can put a smile on anyone's face.<br />
-Brad's sweet new boots that we got for a steal at Ross!<br />
-My cute, stylish boots from F21 that are scheduled to be delivered on Thursday! <br />
-The pink sunset I drove home in this evening<br />
-Running and tennis <br />
-Good music that gives me chills <br />
-My friends at work who I enjoy being around everyday <br />
-Colors - especially shades of blue, green and orange!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-37018850332407869432011-11-06T13:06:00.000-08:002011-11-06T13:06:04.403-08:00We've got spirit, yes we do!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eqpady7QGuMmyaZuEVtNnH3QBZIpOFzK6Makro3dE81lOWx3B_Kam1BPJtyUbdpNiDBlJREZ8YpA4Fn6N_B-HqJ2wte1UGzU8_b4mDUIulHb2HnA7FXh7VqWSh2403WLyD_5H8VmAxY/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eqpady7QGuMmyaZuEVtNnH3QBZIpOFzK6Makro3dE81lOWx3B_Kam1BPJtyUbdpNiDBlJREZ8YpA4Fn6N_B-HqJ2wte1UGzU8_b4mDUIulHb2HnA7FXh7VqWSh2403WLyD_5H8VmAxY/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" /></a></div><br />
We LOVE Halloween! Call me politically incorrect but I quite enjoyed our costumes this year. I'm really into the whole couples costume thing, and we plan to dress up every year for forever. I wanted to share a few photos of our past Halloween costumes so here they are starting from 2011, going down to 2008. <br />
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First I had to unpick all the tucks. <br />
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And then do some cutting. <br />
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And pinning to make it into a pencil skirt. <br />
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I need to post some better pictures of the finished outcome, but here it is! I love the black lace on the sleeves and pleats on the side of the skirt. <br />
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At first my biggest fear wasn't messing up, but changing something so sentimental. But Brad brought up the point that it could either be sentimental hanging in a bag or on me! I agree. <br />
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I remind myself of a funny dude Brad read an article about. If you have a minute, check out <a href="http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/">My Ex Wife's Wedding Dress</a>. This guy's wife left her wedding dress behind after they split. He came up with several innovative ways to put it to use, and even made a funny book about it with hilarious photos. <br />
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Don't worry! I've put mine to good use already too! Aside from my pretty new dress, I also used some scraps to complete my mummy costume for the Midnight 5K Halloween Costume run that we did with Jeff and Sam! (There are PLENTY of scraps.) I also want to use the rest of it to make my baby girl's blessing dress. I think that would be really special.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-78602319566866730722011-10-17T21:56:00.000-07:002011-10-17T21:56:03.938-07:00Wafflehead!Often, Brad and I can get pretty competitive. We have an on-going bets for tickles. (It can be applied to anything - sports, card games, random facts...) Consenting to being tortured is a rough defeat so when we ante up with tickle seconds, things can get a little cutthroat. Our most recent debate was about whether or not there was such a thing as a waffle cereal. <br />
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During our grocery shopping trip tonight I introduced Brad to Waffle Crisp! (And won our argument.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdkI9qG6WJNPaX3VZHRAaJlazdEXAhN467X0eaEhpN2sgo1Mz_moYccgP2LAYWDTM5rjtg74nGVFQDJqHOmKRAXTyR8YkEF2GYrWw0PZ6cMzaM9tYffg2TxdZleGqtlEGUDQ85Pf5z0U/s1600/IMAG0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdkI9qG6WJNPaX3VZHRAaJlazdEXAhN467X0eaEhpN2sgo1Mz_moYccgP2LAYWDTM5rjtg74nGVFQDJqHOmKRAXTyR8YkEF2GYrWw0PZ6cMzaM9tYffg2TxdZleGqtlEGUDQ85Pf5z0U/s320/IMAG0354.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-21206902613709069532011-10-16T19:33:00.000-07:002011-10-16T20:35:14.719-07:00Autumn - the new summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h4igLZ3MPUKsRhpiCTneVeSZwK9RAb3xoF070TShRnrvl0ey0Cqyj0G2Gu4Si3TSJPtSKtaIrpelYCoxMnlSbp5UdfIMGWiS7f1GTEU-jbAzNeqpVREfpOqboShUZ-2Kbxc206sFw7U/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h4igLZ3MPUKsRhpiCTneVeSZwK9RAb3xoF070TShRnrvl0ey0Cqyj0G2Gu4Si3TSJPtSKtaIrpelYCoxMnlSbp5UdfIMGWiS7f1GTEU-jbAzNeqpVREfpOqboShUZ-2Kbxc206sFw7U/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664298114784213170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoixsNObFDq1HNJ31uL-Ce4kpQnlpAP_jTyFu_W_1GYENi9wwVawehpeu8ROSaD3Xf1a5EJo1rVB_tWXTAXAWbYFmI3atx2O4IMpBCHsOF8QUI1MtWN8yWWTjOJgMZSJ8MOhbxQlEevb8/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoixsNObFDq1HNJ31uL-Ce4kpQnlpAP_jTyFu_W_1GYENi9wwVawehpeu8ROSaD3Xf1a5EJo1rVB_tWXTAXAWbYFmI3atx2O4IMpBCHsOF8QUI1MtWN8yWWTjOJgMZSJ8MOhbxQlEevb8/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664298110750294706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTb0wawiLK1HrUY0G2YKEQuPeTbEOoDyWnCDY0aMldfcP-UaE0zaGoFu76I6wGXNuiHhVplwX9PD64NIB9RrkB-tVAoBapMf1tgloLF5jr1FJz0WzTirzU9aoAf4DMa0YbOvQhqDK-68/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTb0wawiLK1HrUY0G2YKEQuPeTbEOoDyWnCDY0aMldfcP-UaE0zaGoFu76I6wGXNuiHhVplwX9PD64NIB9RrkB-tVAoBapMf1tgloLF5jr1FJz0WzTirzU9aoAf4DMa0YbOvQhqDK-68/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664298102806424498" /></a><br />OK I'm in heaven. Autumn is perfection and I thank my Father in Heaven for giving us such a beautiful world to live in. I'm not ready for my simple autumn weekend to end. <br /><br />Saturday morning I woke up early (well earlier than I normally would) and grabbed some donuts from a little shop on our street for my studious husband and I. They didn't have pumpkin but apple spice still provided the taste of the season I was craving. The rest of the weekend was spent competing in tennis, playing cards (with bets), watching <span style="font-style:italic;">Rio</span> and hunting for funny YouTube videos. Here's my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8aprCNnecU">favorite</a>. <br /><br />The happiest part of the weekend, though, was spoiling our five senses with Autumness.<br /><br />Our big window has given us a daily view of the bright grass and changing leaves (which I'm especially grateful for, considering we were ambushed by snow last week). Today we sat on our couch and watched/listened to a thunderstorm. It only lasted five minutes but still... Afterwards, we took a walk in the rain and played with a cat we found.<br /><br />If only this weekend could last a few more days. I could do without the ingrown eyelash that's been irritating my right eye though. Has anyone else ever had an ingrown eyelash? I can't get it out and I don't know what else to try! I read that you can go to the doctor to have it removed but that's a couple hundred dollars...Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-31298860177229074242011-10-06T21:09:00.001-07:002011-10-08T22:16:50.781-07:00Fieldtrip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUqv7zmeLdhQNm8TWPpWfb2N4QHHb6DxUJPP-eYMdBgP5osejbaekyJu8HRYQhbVPzP0AAvbfVCoyyqWhSECOnRV-18ulMPao2LdJeOW8icQ7JjoibkWy5PChVuZ61ejqg7tXm5erIko/s1600/snow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUqv7zmeLdhQNm8TWPpWfb2N4QHHb6DxUJPP-eYMdBgP5osejbaekyJu8HRYQhbVPzP0AAvbfVCoyyqWhSECOnRV-18ulMPao2LdJeOW8icQ7JjoibkWy5PChVuZ61ejqg7tXm5erIko/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660599413396469586" /></a><br />October 6th - Brad went on a field trip today for his natural disasters class. They took a bus tour to check out a couple of historical spots in Eastern Idaho that were ravaged by natural disasters - one was from the Teton Dam Flood and the other was from a landslide. <br /><br />And here's the view from his 8-hour field trip on this glorious fall day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-18813697519044597332011-10-04T20:35:00.000-07:002011-10-06T16:29:38.472-07:00Biannual BoostLast weekend we drove to Utah to stay with Brat (Britt and Pat's celebrity name) and see Ashley! She planned a mid-semester vacation and came out all the way from Georgia. We also spent time with the Terry family! <br /><br />Saturday morning we soaked in the first session of General Conference LIVE! <br />I love this bi-annual spiritual recharge! I feel like our testimonies can continually grow from personal study and nurturing our relationship with the Lord, but it also helps to have an external boost. What better way to grow spiritually than praising our Father and Savior through music and listening to inspired leaders? <br /><br />Here are my favorite highlights from GC:<br /><br />1. President Monson wasn't sitting up on the stand when conference began so I wasn't expecting to see him during the first session. Then out of the blue, he popped up at the pulpit and said "Hello!" It just caught me off-guard. He's always making me laugh and I love hearing his testimony.<br /><br />2. Finding out about the new temples! Especially Paris, the Congo and the new Provo Tabernacle temple. Brad and I went to church a few times in the old Provo Tabernacle! Last winter, the building caught on fire and was almost destroyed. You can see what the new temple will look like and read a miracle story about the Tabernacle <a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/provoutah/">here</a>. <br /><br />3. President Eyring's talk. I was touched hearing about the commencement speech he gave at a university (not sure which one.) When the ceremony director realized that as an apostle for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints his calling and purpose is to witness of Jesus Christ, she called him and said that he "wouldn't be able to perform his duty during the commencement speech." In an effort to respect all beliefs, including students who didn't believe in a Savior, the director didn't want Pres. Eyring to speak of Christ. He was so emotional about not being able to talk about our Savior during his speech. He cried as he shared this experience. Although he didn't blatantly bear his testimony during his commencement speech, he spoke of serving and humanitarian work and quickly (but respectfully) referenced that was how Jesus lived his life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZN63Kk-TjZkhU2pSmNtmYKfVxij5dlzNGFgizdHJampEukq009nGidI060Q46gRbX9-OyMT2XkfP9FLVlPPdhGvk0lWGg2tYD6msXsfkuOgYMVXdFOKCyeL4-lT63b8KfUClPCqZwe4/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZN63Kk-TjZkhU2pSmNtmYKfVxij5dlzNGFgizdHJampEukq009nGidI060Q46gRbX9-OyMT2XkfP9FLVlPPdhGvk0lWGg2tYD6msXsfkuOgYMVXdFOKCyeL4-lT63b8KfUClPCqZwe4/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659865030135003218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSYm98YjZ6WhZwyr0EVYhYi4TTOLU1mqcrN__pqnBJA0QRQMfOb5Svu9ZD1Bohc4hIf5su_mHSsTEu8_WKE_nGLXWdKydjBX1cS7Okuv5FGQ_5G1i_7x1qAnE6L2Z3YLJHpPjLgQp57Y/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSYm98YjZ6WhZwyr0EVYhYi4TTOLU1mqcrN__pqnBJA0QRQMfOb5Svu9ZD1Bohc4hIf5su_mHSsTEu8_WKE_nGLXWdKydjBX1cS7Okuv5FGQ_5G1i_7x1qAnE6L2Z3YLJHpPjLgQp57Y/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659865013467224210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_BjD8p2TImP-xyoj9QKi7rPFgfIz2qdiC-o7ldvxvpv_N1qPKPCff-L2fTYckeRGAzdf4SN5f1ulZOKJ0sF1az5oK63ScOARlw2R1w4FlhzWBycJepr-IOtf4lA5-TzFrQWvkk8lIBc/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_BjD8p2TImP-xyoj9QKi7rPFgfIz2qdiC-o7ldvxvpv_N1qPKPCff-L2fTYckeRGAzdf4SN5f1ulZOKJ0sF1az5oK63ScOARlw2R1w4FlhzWBycJepr-IOtf4lA5-TzFrQWvkk8lIBc/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659865010295844882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllSVjYCaHycotZn5JnJ-PkdOZ9hz3alwMP1nwbYOjxnew2b2_LNEafODBJFMs0z2BrKkWi1LMEpnOWUgY2-6Cebeb-kePT_31lQFg9MyszzgXNvA_okti-HnPtmzLR67vaWaB8GXu2Ro/s1600/IMG_1496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgllSVjYCaHycotZn5JnJ-PkdOZ9hz3alwMP1nwbYOjxnew2b2_LNEafODBJFMs0z2BrKkWi1LMEpnOWUgY2-6Cebeb-kePT_31lQFg9MyszzgXNvA_okti-HnPtmzLR67vaWaB8GXu2Ro/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659865006492981394" /></a><br /><br />To counteract the spiritual side of the weekend, we also enjoyed ourselves (is that the right word, sis?) at a haunted house. The <a href="http://hauntedutah.com/forest.html">Haunted Forest</a> in American Fork is by far the BEST I've ever been to. We spent over an hour screaming and sprinting our way through the dark, foresty trail. <br /><br />Oh, and here's our Halloween costume reveal: We're going to be....Asian tourists! (Just because I feel the need to: I love Asians.) Half of my family is Asian. We just saw several fellow cruise-goers with giant cameras and Hello Kitty shirts and thought that it would be a fun costume idea!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-53039475348537176792011-09-28T16:28:00.001-07:002012-05-13T11:32:16.047-07:00Bottom Dweller<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WH7EQP5olwkb_vBzr82apvvmuqBqxGE9x0kKvRKb8vPT_Y96JP1aKX0owAyaAtY7NPuD3a17rTskOPgMFg30ELSS0qxwS_atW-ptbHGMdwIPWrRrTok23f5_S9-0fjHQdp0vM9kaAOM/s1600/Tiff+totem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WH7EQP5olwkb_vBzr82apvvmuqBqxGE9x0kKvRKb8vPT_Y96JP1aKX0owAyaAtY7NPuD3a17rTskOPgMFg30ELSS0qxwS_atW-ptbHGMdwIPWrRrTok23f5_S9-0fjHQdp0vM9kaAOM/s320/Tiff+totem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657556599550890530" /></a><br /><br />Today at work on of my clients calls me and asks for a favor. I'm new to this account so I'm not sure if we can fulfill her request. So, I go to the CEO to double check. He's also unsure, so he calls someone else to check. <br /><br />The other person says, "No we don't do that. I'm surprised she asked you."<br />CEO: "She didn't ask me. She asked Tiffani."<br />The other person (who didn't know I was on the call): "Wow, she's going way down on the totem pole!"<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-62993009663682411782011-09-25T17:30:00.001-07:002011-09-25T18:02:26.412-07:00Turquoise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEx3pzueOYXx_dHNeleNzV5dRg6LKVM5wCjKJsZOM0xYSE9ffT7tQj_B-qZmvEczupjDyGk6_BToznnyG4LZ05SArazy_JYnHGCgLHGu2BxecXSQoaJbmYWWGhaJb_JG-kXER4IaHPpnQ/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEx3pzueOYXx_dHNeleNzV5dRg6LKVM5wCjKJsZOM0xYSE9ffT7tQj_B-qZmvEczupjDyGk6_BToznnyG4LZ05SArazy_JYnHGCgLHGu2BxecXSQoaJbmYWWGhaJb_JG-kXER4IaHPpnQ/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462318475775634" /></a><br /><br />I love colors! I've been through several favorites - lime green as a pre-teen and pink during high school. I distinctly remember my goal of packing ONLY pink items of clothing for a week-long family vacation. <br /><br />For the past six years or so, green has been my IT color. Though still a favorite, and a color that makes me smile, green has been demoted to my second favorite color (for now anyway.)I love the brightness of turquoise. It's a fresh color that makes me feel excited. It's the color of Heavenly Father's beautiful seas, and the color of most of my new possessions. <br /><br />The last few things I've purchased have all been turquoise - like a kid who always wants to chew their favorite color of bubble gum, I'm like a magnet to anything turquoise in the store. Check out this photo of my new running shoes, beach towel, and tennis racket (his name's Otto). All turquoise! The photos are a little dark but my new bathing suit is also this stunning shade. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iD8jdsh3wnOti-98LmVfjSKXDIg983L6natlyir_FClV4XPlABUGa9EBeL7XTyfmRwdaC_nxbS6ermnw09wh63X6j6fnSc9ISLCxOVImwWhaw-9e60UJDb4R1dDVsQjS24wpzu89Ad4/s1600/IMG_1465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iD8jdsh3wnOti-98LmVfjSKXDIg983L6natlyir_FClV4XPlABUGa9EBeL7XTyfmRwdaC_nxbS6ermnw09wh63X6j6fnSc9ISLCxOVImwWhaw-9e60UJDb4R1dDVsQjS24wpzu89Ad4/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656460201396138722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjA1J63TnRoR4SJmWel4UAgKB1GHOT085f8m-eKLP_7AMOqeeCHRgvyUT3HBIyDSVNMhicom5kUqjf-hT0QKWS4ZYGdBDI_NC7VGHLrWxQFopBhbkzkajgKhOGcNypOUc3cpq9VqtjbIg/s1600/IMG_1394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjA1J63TnRoR4SJmWel4UAgKB1GHOT085f8m-eKLP_7AMOqeeCHRgvyUT3HBIyDSVNMhicom5kUqjf-hT0QKWS4ZYGdBDI_NC7VGHLrWxQFopBhbkzkajgKhOGcNypOUc3cpq9VqtjbIg/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656460191574306818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNW3e_D0RPq-EMsA3FZSQCEk1qHP-QqSK1gQfvrXosoav4wIXKeQl0SGF25jtb89bzJeCMh_VoftNM1hRxIyR98FIfRjHaI2VFAqVELD-VldtL86_jFiLbdDBVPTTN3Qn1HqW7SyLpM8/s1600/IMG_1389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNW3e_D0RPq-EMsA3FZSQCEk1qHP-QqSK1gQfvrXosoav4wIXKeQl0SGF25jtb89bzJeCMh_VoftNM1hRxIyR98FIfRjHaI2VFAqVELD-VldtL86_jFiLbdDBVPTTN3Qn1HqW7SyLpM8/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656460189406277042" /></a><br /><br />Interested in a little color psychology? This <a href="http://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color.html">link</a> goes into quite a bit of detail about several colors. <br /><br />Here's what it said about mine: "If turquoise is your favorite color your deepest need is to create emotional balance in your life, to be able to express your hopes and dreams no matter how idealistic they may be and to make your own way in the world under your own terms...A combination of blue and a small amount of yellow, turquoise fits in on the color scale between green and blue. It radiates the peace, calm and tranquility of blue and the balance and growth of green with the uplifting energy of yellow"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-54680432284162732982011-09-21T18:47:00.000-07:002015-06-21T12:28:05.388-07:00Some-More<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAqj0CuPlnNSQxWxiadNLSB5jEtG_IiXt9jldN7j1sdzluacEtRbpdNvb78a0KipzcJ-USWfBZhLDcYe0hyphenhyphen4NdiTXNwG3KHisQYN44_W_amZ9Ozf823b3AjUypA9pMIg6_zjYwCewXJc/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655000111503161570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAqj0CuPlnNSQxWxiadNLSB5jEtG_IiXt9jldN7j1sdzluacEtRbpdNvb78a0KipzcJ-USWfBZhLDcYe0hyphenhyphen4NdiTXNwG3KHisQYN44_W_amZ9Ozf823b3AjUypA9pMIg6_zjYwCewXJc/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br />
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The word "Nachos" stuck around when a few city boys left their delectable cheese/chips snack on the table and some ruffians tried to yoink it. "Hey, that's not'cho's!" <br />
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And everyone knows how Smore's got its name. I think that the word summer got its name the same exact way. Everyone just wants some more! <br />
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Growing up, my favorite season was autumn. If we lived in Georgia this would probably still be the case. The cozy hues of orange, yellow, red and brown, topped with the scent of burning leaves and cinnamon spice is just tantalizing. But, since we live in Idaho, summer is by far, without any hesitation, my favorite season.<br />
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I love being able to walk around barefoot on my tile. What, you do that all year round? I love going to the animal shelter and taking the dogs on walks. I know I'm a lab person but I have fallen in love with a Great Dane named Moose. Here's a picture of how cute Great Danes are! (that's the number one thing on my Christmas list right now.)<br />
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I love wearing flip-flops everyday. Playing tennis until 9 p.m. is also wonderful. And running on a treadmill loses everyday to running around the track at a lovely park. Rexburg has two that we love. So because of these outdoor sports I guess another great thing about summer is feeling thin. (I'm not up in the gym working on my fitness, being Fergalicious.) <br />
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Additional wonderful things about summer are cuter clothes, gorgeous flowers and trees, the sunshine on my skin, beach vacations, busy sidewalks in the evenings, and warm, happy weather. <br />
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I'm thankful to have enjoyed a safe, beautiful summer. Now it's on to autumn time...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512055149317886711.post-10637098068333350812011-09-20T22:38:00.000-07:002011-09-21T19:20:56.764-07:00Hardy-Har!Wow, has it really been two months since I posted? That's a long time. Next post I'll include some photos of our summer vacations, but for now, a post about the best medicine: laughter. A few weeks ago my sister in law asked me if I could remember the hardest I have ever laughed. So thank you, Samantha, for the inspiration for this post. (This story isn’t the hardest I’ve laughed in my life, but it takes first place for this week for sure…) Here it goes:<br /> <br />We walked into the gym hand-in-hand. I recognized a few people from the spring competitive league, but there were mostly new faces. We sat down and the recreational sports director got started. The meeting was like a high school test review -- drab, really, because the director had given the same schpeel on sportsmanship to 17 other groups of college kids already today. <br /><br />Despite his monotone voice, I still felt hyped about the upcoming tennis season. A few minutes later we were trudging through a PowerPoint on dress codes and scheduling. My boredom level and tiredness kicked in. When it came time for questions, we were sitting there quietly awaiting our release so Brad could get started on his chemistry homework. Several legitimate questions were answered. <br />And then… a hand on the other side of the room went up. “Are we going to be playing against each other?” (Since you usually stand on one side of the net and hit the ball to an empty court...)<br /><br />The girl’s question must not have struck the director the way it did me because he kept a straight face as he answered “Yes.”<br /><br />I inhaled deeply, trying to prevent a loud outburst of laughter. Knowing my limits, I counted to Three Mississippi before turning to Brad to mouth “who else would we play?...” I should have abstained a second or two longer because when I saw the line on his face grow from one inch to five in a couple of seconds, it was over. <br /><br />We stared at each other with ridiculous smiles for a millisecond as we tried to be stronger than our bodies. A few audible peeps of laughter (and a couple of tears) escaped my body, but I was fighting to keep it internal. Looking at me wasn’t helping so Brad hunched completely over and covered his face as his whole body shook in silent laughter. No longer blocked by his shoulders, there was nowhere to hide the wetness dripping down my face. <br /><br />“I have to go,” I whispered.<br /><br />I speed-walked out of the gym and busted into loud, silly laughter in the hallway. We continued to laugh during the entire walk home and I am smiling right now as I type this. Looking back maybe she was wondering if we were going to play another school...but that's not how it came out. We laughed our heads off for a long time afterward. The whole situation just tickled my funny bone.<br /><br />So there you have it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0