<?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-5108845784069913131</id><updated>2012-02-11T12:32:14.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam.  Jennifer.  Avynlee.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2325151029733614738</id><published>2012-02-01T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:19:38.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZuYt1nYBVE/TynS3g1bsLI/AAAAAAAABp0/2w1tYrpeK6I/s1600/379102_10150457465251567_649591566_9197152_1958845222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704322254190129330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZuYt1nYBVE/TynS3g1bsLI/AAAAAAAABp0/2w1tYrpeK6I/s400/379102_10150457465251567_649591566_9197152_1958845222_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(photo taken by &lt;a href="http://www.carlyemorganphotography.com/"&gt;Carlye&lt;/a&gt; at 3 months)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pretty girl turned four months a couple weeks ago...which came with shots and measurements. She is still super tall. She was 26.77 inches tall (99%) and weighed in at 14.99 pounds (79%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a champ roller. She learned to roll from front to back at around two and a half months. A couple weeks later she learned back to front. Now she quickly rolls onto her tummy almost every time she is put down. She kind of does a caterpillar thing that usually scoots her more backward than forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on rice cereal at 4 months. She has also tried apples, and squash. She loves eating solids and is pretty good and keeping them off of her face and tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be a champ sleeper but has been waking up to eat at least once every night for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to giggle and blow raspberries. She loves music and being sung too. She is generally a really happy baby. She might be a little spoiled and doesn't seem to be a huge fan of strangers. We'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Avynlee has been so much fun. We love having her in our little family. The few days a month I get to be home with her are by far my favorite. She makes me so so happy. I love being her mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2325151029733614738?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2325151029733614738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2325151029733614738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2325151029733614738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2325151029733614738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZuYt1nYBVE/TynS3g1bsLI/AAAAAAAABp0/2w1tYrpeK6I/s72-c/379102_10150457465251567_649591566_9197152_1958845222_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2905634731608859925</id><published>2012-01-07T22:01:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:20:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Year Can Make</title><content type='html'>One year ago, I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. On January 7, 2011, I found out I was going to become a momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4BM4k7cYxY/TwkkxYYEDWI/AAAAAAAABpc/UzcxKW0CMZo/s1600/20%2Bweek%2Bprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123634562272610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4BM4k7cYxY/TwkkxYYEDWI/AAAAAAAABpc/UzcxKW0CMZo/s400/20%2Bweek%2Bprofile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam and I went out for Chinese food that night (and not again for a long while due to some pregnancy aversions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bYyN95UeZA/TwkkqBDXeVI/AAAAAAAABpQ/gkamtxQySzQ/s1600/P4250797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123508042365266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bYyN95UeZA/TwkkqBDXeVI/AAAAAAAABpQ/gkamtxQySzQ/s400/P4250797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out for Chinese food tonight too. January 7th is officially Chinese food day for us now.&lt;br /&gt;Avynlee loves sucking on fortune cookies, in case you wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFvYih9RrA8/TwkkbyXL4rI/AAAAAAAABpE/zgExnb5unHc/s1600/Holly%252C%2BMe%252C%2BCarlye%2BPreg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123263580791474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFvYih9RrA8/TwkkbyXL4rI/AAAAAAAABpE/zgExnb5unHc/s400/Holly%252C%2BMe%252C%2BCarlye%2BPreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our spontaneous adventures, random sleeping hours and locations, and frequent movie theater excursions have been dramatically altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZHZRNkYlCU/TwkkSTI_OOI/AAAAAAAABo4/5oP2TmDVZN0/s1600/P8200874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695123100580919522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZHZRNkYlCU/TwkkSTI_OOI/AAAAAAAABo4/5oP2TmDVZN0/s400/P8200874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm all kind of chubby and flabby. My current bod makes me gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckxQ7vuuVBI/Twkj4Fwfj3I/AAAAAAAABos/aGCtxC0I50E/s1600/2011-09-01_13.23.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695122650311921522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckxQ7vuuVBI/Twkj4Fwfj3I/AAAAAAAABos/aGCtxC0I50E/s400/2011-09-01_13.23.36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't really felt fully rested in about five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feczkQ8CN2g/Twkjy0tw4EI/AAAAAAAABog/0K34EuAiUQQ/s1600/1424-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695122559837724738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feczkQ8CN2g/Twkjy0tw4EI/AAAAAAAABog/0K34EuAiUQQ/s400/1424-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goals for myself have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ8ua_X68rw/TwkjkEJl1jI/AAAAAAAABoU/Fpq7lNJFuKM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695122306282935858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ8ua_X68rw/TwkjkEJl1jI/AAAAAAAABoU/Fpq7lNJFuKM/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our lives are so different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQYvOEP9-QA/TwkjZHFJcdI/AAAAAAAABoI/o0wZHgZzrOc/s1600/387886_10150441762136076_555846075_9073768_1649399194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695122118091043282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQYvOEP9-QA/TwkjZHFJcdI/AAAAAAAABoI/o0wZHgZzrOc/s400/387886_10150441762136076_555846075_9073768_1649399194_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little nub is the best thing that has ever happened to Adam and I. We are totally smitten. I'm fatter, poorer, sleepier, wussier, and much much happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2905634731608859925?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2905634731608859925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2905634731608859925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2905634731608859925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2905634731608859925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-difference-year-can-make.html' title='What A Difference A Year Can Make'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4BM4k7cYxY/TwkkxYYEDWI/AAAAAAAABpc/UzcxKW0CMZo/s72-c/20%2Bweek%2Bprofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7597836990852309256</id><published>2011-12-20T13:13:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:36:31.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, my baby cried.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHrErUQvCLY/TvDw7NJRhLI/AAAAAAAABn8/e7gH1uzj05w/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688311229300442290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHrErUQvCLY/TvDw7NJRhLI/AAAAAAAABn8/e7gH1uzj05w/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EibimRNSnkw/TvDw4O1PNsI/AAAAAAAABnw/9Vg5EpfzGvI/s1600/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688311178213668546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EibimRNSnkw/TvDw4O1PNsI/AAAAAAAABnw/9Vg5EpfzGvI/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IMwknYRG1Q/TvDwnI-mYoI/AAAAAAAABnk/lqwkasvNPs8/s1600/IMG_6163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688310884584546946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IMwknYRG1Q/TvDwnI-mYoI/AAAAAAAABnk/lqwkasvNPs8/s400/IMG_6163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wasn't wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7d2oCFnBHQ/TvDwUCY6IPI/AAAAAAAABnY/vQWWdLTshi4/s1600/IMG_6189_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688310556398330098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7d2oCFnBHQ/TvDwUCY6IPI/AAAAAAAABnY/vQWWdLTshi4/s400/IMG_6189_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She just needed her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3Gtm-uvfLI/TvDwFhUC7YI/AAAAAAAABnM/huTUzuUL7i4/s1600/IMG_6190_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688310307001396610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3Gtm-uvfLI/TvDwFhUC7YI/AAAAAAAABnM/huTUzuUL7i4/s400/IMG_6190_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She needed a little love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEVRWiDkUK0/TvDv3eu-gQI/AAAAAAAABnA/wDjlY-Lot7g/s1600/IMG_6196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688310065790877954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEVRWiDkUK0/TvDv3eu-gQI/AAAAAAAABnA/wDjlY-Lot7g/s400/IMG_6196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I reached over to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO34bcLtNos/TvDvnVtn_FI/AAAAAAAABm0/PIYVeH_UIGk/s1600/IMG_6210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688309788491381842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO34bcLtNos/TvDvnVtn_FI/AAAAAAAABm0/PIYVeH_UIGk/s400/IMG_6210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She grabbed it with both hands and pulled it close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIFiqv4LDmI/TvDvRlnXV9I/AAAAAAAABmo/lsM3xjq4-fA/s1600/IMG_6229_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688309414802970578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIFiqv4LDmI/TvDvRlnXV9I/AAAAAAAABmo/lsM3xjq4-fA/s400/IMG_6229_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rl5PWMjhI8/TvDu3plWYqI/AAAAAAAABmc/h3ExOhB0gXY/s1600/IMG_6245_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688308969191662242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rl5PWMjhI8/TvDu3plWYqI/AAAAAAAABmc/h3ExOhB0gXY/s400/IMG_6245_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She hugged my arm the way a toddler hugs a security blanket or favorite stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ6VJPSTQHw/TvDuPW1FL0I/AAAAAAAABmE/gLUzlHzn4ac/s1600/IMG_6268_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688308276962602818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ6VJPSTQHw/TvDuPW1FL0I/AAAAAAAABmE/gLUzlHzn4ac/s400/IMG_6268_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That little bit of contact from me, made her feel safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYypeSgJTXA/TvDt9_Yx0zI/AAAAAAAABl4/Dx3HQx3VLyA/s1600/IMG_6287_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688307978612101938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYypeSgJTXA/TvDt9_Yx0zI/AAAAAAAABl4/Dx3HQx3VLyA/s400/IMG_6287_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For now, I am her primary source of security and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sW6uHwRUNiQ/TvDtkAE3tEI/AAAAAAAABls/LpjuR9tJkIw/s1600/IMG_6294_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688307532120437826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sW6uHwRUNiQ/TvDtkAE3tEI/AAAAAAAABls/LpjuR9tJkIw/s400/IMG_6294_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She needs and loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKdTA9OkHM8/TvDtTr_6f4I/AAAAAAAABlg/jC-lptnP0o0/s1600/IMG_6305_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688307251853033346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKdTA9OkHM8/TvDtTr_6f4I/AAAAAAAABlg/jC-lptnP0o0/s400/IMG_6305_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being a mom can be so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtSkc9mk6Es/TvDs-l3ezLI/AAAAAAAABlU/kJIe0VqxsEI/s1600/IMG_6361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688306889429798066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtSkc9mk6Es/TvDs-l3ezLI/AAAAAAAABlU/kJIe0VqxsEI/s400/IMG_6361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my little Avynlee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, after I was sure my little one was sleeping soundly, I leaned over and kissed her cheek.  She smiled.  Being a mom is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sampling of the adorable pictures my amazing friend, Carlye took of baby A when she was one week old. Yeah, that was three months ago. She's so much bigger now! I am smitten with my sweet, little baby. She is so wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7597836990852309256?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7597836990852309256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7597836990852309256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7597836990852309256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7597836990852309256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/12/security.html' title='Security'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHrErUQvCLY/TvDw7NJRhLI/AAAAAAAABn8/e7gH1uzj05w/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8656984248412366857</id><published>2011-12-16T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:32:07.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards!</title><content type='html'>Would you like one from us?  Email me with your address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jefanga@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8656984248412366857?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8656984248412366857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8656984248412366857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8656984248412366857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8656984248412366857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-9007367793901324709</id><published>2011-12-08T10:20:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:44:40.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Fest</title><content type='html'>I've been working on scrapbooking my pictures of Avynlee to post...but I work and go to school and love my family so it's been put off many times. Here are some adorable pictures to hold you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing friend, Carlye, took some adorable newborn pictures (they aren't in this post, sorry) which will be coming soon. And my talented sister, Aliese, made some birth announcements (also not in this post) which I'll post soon (and print and send out soon...geeze, biggest slacker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month old:&lt;br /&gt;In her crib. I made the bedding. I think it's kind of adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SmV1ylCVvE/TuD00JYziqI/AAAAAAAABlI/TpNvuR594uA/s1600/PA140977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811906451901090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SmV1ylCVvE/TuD00JYziqI/AAAAAAAABlI/TpNvuR594uA/s400/PA140977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-wWl0e_y2w/TuD0s6mQOdI/AAAAAAAABk8/OQl4FM8SH1M/s1600/PA140980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811782222690770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-wWl0e_y2w/TuD0s6mQOdI/AAAAAAAABk8/OQl4FM8SH1M/s400/PA140980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wPXJ9z2Pao/TuD0l3IwIcI/AAAAAAAABkw/KKJSqTTA-rE/s1600/PA140983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811661034561986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wPXJ9z2Pao/TuD0l3IwIcI/AAAAAAAABkw/KKJSqTTA-rE/s400/PA140983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First cabin trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Scg2JWtUDA/TuD0aDCFisI/AAAAAAAABkk/8cCmnc3SbYA/s1600/PA201008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811458069400258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Scg2JWtUDA/TuD0aDCFisI/AAAAAAAABkk/8cCmnc3SbYA/s400/PA201008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqVWcCvuyC8/TuD0Ol6jzvI/AAAAAAAABkY/08Pm-OuG6ME/s1600/PA211010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811261274640114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqVWcCvuyC8/TuD0Ol6jzvI/AAAAAAAABkY/08Pm-OuG6ME/s400/PA211010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clearly hates the bear outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cspu8QDQTv4/TuD0FGVxT0I/AAAAAAAABkM/jNbby-wL_kY/s1600/PA211018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683811098180013890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cspu8QDQTv4/TuD0FGVxT0I/AAAAAAAABkM/jNbby-wL_kY/s400/PA211018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking out the big window at the amazing view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Her namesake is in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USYIaUeC_GI/TuDz8fJ34NI/AAAAAAAABkA/lz8G-1AU8mQ/s1600/PA211031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683810950222176466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USYIaUeC_GI/TuDz8fJ34NI/AAAAAAAABkA/lz8G-1AU8mQ/s400/PA211031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasting hotdogs with momma (totally posed, I didn't really roast hotdogs with my baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSDZ7iH5svM/TuDzyGVHaMI/AAAAAAAABj0/jUKToZDk3Jo/s1600/PA211035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683810771759753410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSDZ7iH5svM/TuDzyGVHaMI/AAAAAAAABj0/jUKToZDk3Jo/s400/PA211035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty hillside with chubby momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MPUP088ASI/TuDzlKVRcGI/AAAAAAAABjo/Yk9ThgiMtGE/s1600/PA211038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683810549495853154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MPUP088ASI/TuDzlKVRcGI/AAAAAAAABjo/Yk9ThgiMtGE/s400/PA211038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;I sewed some paws and a tail onto her little fleece bear outfit...and then it was quite warm and she roasted in it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmIzn4Y5ZKY/TuDzOTaqhHI/AAAAAAAABjc/ategGBQIcig/s1600/PA311064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683810156797396082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmIzn4Y5ZKY/TuDzOTaqhHI/AAAAAAAABjc/ategGBQIcig/s400/PA311064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Trick or Treat. We went to a neighbor/coworker's house, and to our parents' houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2FSWHEux9k/TuDytRxopMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Xzz5cuury58/s1600/PA311066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683809589421188290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2FSWHEux9k/TuDytRxopMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Xzz5cuury58/s400/PA311066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tubby Time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not terribly surprising that the offspring of Adam and Jennifer loves her some swimming. She's seriously the biggest fan. It's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4rd6H-dJ6M/TuDygUdgiLI/AAAAAAAABjE/yqYk5TYKCA0/s1600/PB271079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683809366803777714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4rd6H-dJ6M/TuDygUdgiLI/AAAAAAAABjE/yqYk5TYKCA0/s400/PB271079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blessing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom has the pictures of us all together. I'll get them soon perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made her dress from the fabric my wedding dress was made out of. Her headband is made from the lace on the dress. The blanket is Belgian lace Aliese gave me which I sewed (haven't finished yet actually, hand stitching all of that is kind of a beast) on to some washable satin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWHzSls4xm4/TuDyYcpNlNI/AAAAAAAABi4/iT5X2nwX_YY/s1600/PC021081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683809231561397458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWHzSls4xm4/TuDyYcpNlNI/AAAAAAAABi4/iT5X2nwX_YY/s400/PC021081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1V7nqQvj-d4/TuDyP-HVCYI/AAAAAAAABis/ywvdWIDimA8/s1600/PC021082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683809085927262594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1V7nqQvj-d4/TuDyP-HVCYI/AAAAAAAABis/ywvdWIDimA8/s400/PC021082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cBoVXgovp-8/TuDx6yN4daI/AAAAAAAABig/nfZ9k-Sx1kg/s1600/PC071114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683808721956271522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cBoVXgovp-8/TuDx6yN4daI/AAAAAAAABig/nfZ9k-Sx1kg/s400/PC071114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's so pretty! I love being this baby's mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-9007367793901324709?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9007367793901324709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=9007367793901324709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/9007367793901324709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/9007367793901324709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-fest.html' title='Picture Fest'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SmV1ylCVvE/TuD00JYziqI/AAAAAAAABlI/TpNvuR594uA/s72-c/PA140977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-517321925638365403</id><published>2011-11-14T13:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:17:46.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>I have a bunch of unfinished posts I need to finish and publish...and I will...hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my baby daughter is two months old.  Tomorrow, I go back to work (dreading that).  I am loving being this little girl's mom.  She is amazing.  She is so sweet and smiley.  She loves to cuddle and be held close.  She nestles her sweet little head in to my chest/shoulder area when I hold her.  She rarely cries and when she does it's more of a quiet wimper.  Avynlee loves to be held.  She doesn't mind when strangers hold her but it's pretty obvious that I am her favorite with Adam a very close second.  When other people have her, she looks around for us.  Sometimes she sleeps through the night.  Most the time she needs to wake up once to eat.  She's been "talking" and smiling for about six weeks but is becoming more and more animated.  She is such a happy baby.  I love her cute smiles and giggles.  She doesn't like applause and is afraid of the dark.  She loves swimming in the bathtub; she lays on her back and kicks her little legs and splashes.  We need to get her a tiny little swim suit so she can come swimming at the pool with us.  She might be a little spoiled (or a lot spoiled).  This little girl has us entriely wrapped around her finger and that's exactly how we like it.  She is the best thing that has ever happened to us.  Adam and I are both so smitten.  I knew I would like being a mom but I had no idea how great it would be.  I have never felt more important and I have never felt more love.  She has turned me into a big wuss (an aquaintences baby passed away and I bawled and bawled, I can't even imagine losing a child).  Adam and I are constantly gushing about how cute she is and we exchange picture messages all day long.  Our girl is such a miracle and we are so grateful to have her in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, sweet baby A had her 2 month appointment.  She got her shots.  It was so sad.  She looked as us like we had betrayed her and she cried the saddest cry.  We've never heard her cry like that.  It was heartbreaking.  Luckily, our girl is tough, her crying was brief, and she seems to be fine now.  As much as I hated seeing my tiny girl poked, I'm so glad we have modern medicine and vaccinations.  I'd way rather her have shots and be a little fussy than have her get super sick.  Her health means so much to me.  All three of my siblings had birth defects and I was kind of a sickly kid.  I am so grateful my baby daughter was born healthy and strong and has managed to stay healthy.  I had emotionally prepared myself for time in the NICU due to my far from stellar genetics.  But my baby daughter is so healthy and we went home a mere 30 hours after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Pyah pants (we call her Pyah more than we call her Avynlee...maybe we should have just named her Pyah) has the same facial features I had as a baby.  I'll post pics to compare sometime.  She looks just like I did...only prettier.  She may have my face, but our lucky girl seems to have gotten her build from her dad.  She is so tall and thin.  She eats like crazy but doesn't really put on much weight.  She is 24.8 inches tall and in the 99th percentile for height (the average 2 month old is just over 22 inches).  She is 12.1 pounds which is in the 81st percentile (average is 10.8 pounds).  Her head circumference is 15.4 inches which is in the 54th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks around a lot and is so alert.  She watches me move around the room.  She loves tummy time.  She can almost roll over.  She has amazing head control.  She loves her bumbo chair.  She intently watched Polar Express for about half an hour this morning while I showered and got ready.  She can scoot herself a few inches while flailing around on her back.  She likes to touch soft/fuzzy things and will continually pet/stroke things she likes the texture of.  She likes to hold things and sometimes manages to put her binkie back in her mouth (we were so proud the first time, we think our girl is a genius...so funny what babies do to people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl might be one of the all time most loved babies in the entire world.  She is so amazing and I am so grateful she came along and changed our lives for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-517321925638365403?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/517321925638365403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=517321925638365403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/517321925638365403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/517321925638365403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6726424823457730706</id><published>2011-10-19T00:28:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:23:42.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of our Baby and a Cute Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcQ1UrraeA/Tq8RynBMuNI/AAAAAAAABgk/7FJnwLRktnY/s1600/Baby%2BBook-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcQ1UrraeA/Tq8RynBMuNI/AAAAAAAABgk/7FJnwLRktnY/s400/Baby%2BBook-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669770017047886034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtldFrMgXnA/Tq8RuUFA-PI/AAAAAAAABgY/OxJlctpZX2k/s1600/Baby%2BBook-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtldFrMgXnA/Tq8RuUFA-PI/AAAAAAAABgY/OxJlctpZX2k/s400/Baby%2BBook-007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769943244142834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_gfGK05kVY/Tq8Rqi4Ie_I/AAAAAAAABgM/AwEACIx2tzU/s1600/Baby%2BBook-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_gfGK05kVY/Tq8Rqi4Ie_I/AAAAAAAABgM/AwEACIx2tzU/s400/Baby%2BBook-008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769878497164274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBBJHUKlDl0/Tq8RmLVRjFI/AAAAAAAABgA/iO9VTxQXcsY/s1600/Baby%2BBook-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBBJHUKlDl0/Tq8RmLVRjFI/AAAAAAAABgA/iO9VTxQXcsY/s400/Baby%2BBook-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769803457465426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Zs71sDVYA/Tq8RiJfnQWI/AAAAAAAABf0/_LPyu05xfqI/s1600/Baby%2BBook-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Zs71sDVYA/Tq8RiJfnQWI/AAAAAAAABf0/_LPyu05xfqI/s400/Baby%2BBook-010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769734244483426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs_bFsTEv2w/Tq8RM04vcTI/AAAAAAAABfo/omOt6dg3QvM/s1600/Baby%2BBook-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs_bFsTEv2w/Tq8RM04vcTI/AAAAAAAABfo/omOt6dg3QvM/s400/Baby%2BBook-011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769367935480114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aiOgVIdd7M/Tq8RJl0JrSI/AAAAAAAABfc/vaktf8_5q_s/s1600/Baby%2BBook-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aiOgVIdd7M/Tq8RJl0JrSI/AAAAAAAABfc/vaktf8_5q_s/s400/Baby%2BBook-012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769312350088482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2QdClwzv6U/Tq8RGdg2y2I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ql-0-MTAP0k/s1600/Baby%2BBook-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2QdClwzv6U/Tq8RGdg2y2I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ql-0-MTAP0k/s400/Baby%2BBook-013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769258582068066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this video! Cute little nub. I love when she makes noise. In this video it's like she'e yelling at her hiccups. Aren't those dimples adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91b2ed1f5784b904" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91b2ed1f5784b904%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136415%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D626DFE92AEB394C84EE0B91D68E8D1711CC08765.762BC056F647ADA143BDDB9D880410E6A7354919%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91b2ed1f5784b904%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfktYFgASbS_3JP8AFaiR5rLbwzI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91b2ed1f5784b904%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136415%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D626DFE92AEB394C84EE0B91D68E8D1711CC08765.762BC056F647ADA143BDDB9D880410E6A7354919%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91b2ed1f5784b904%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfktYFgASbS_3JP8AFaiR5rLbwzI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6726424823457730706?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6726424823457730706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6726424823457730706&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6726424823457730706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6726424823457730706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-of-our-baby-and-cute-hiccups.html' title='Pictures of our Baby and a Cute Video'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcQ1UrraeA/Tq8RynBMuNI/AAAAAAAABgk/7FJnwLRktnY/s72-c/Baby%2BBook-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2083782267827183386</id><published>2011-09-27T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:17:40.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam!</title><content type='html'>My best friend turned 29 today.  I met Adam eight years ago.  I've adored him ever since.  He is so cool, nice, funny, and smart.  Adam has been the best friend and most amazing husband.  He is such a good father.  He is so adorable with little Avynlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, I'm so glad you were born.  Without you, my life would kind of suck.  You and Avynlee mean everything to me.  Thanks for being so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2083782267827183386?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2083782267827183386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2083782267827183386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2083782267827183386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2083782267827183386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2114968518967373082</id><published>2011-09-25T14:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:49:30.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYTYauFwgsM/Tp5IrAkzsTI/AAAAAAAABcA/G4nflvpsZrc/s1600/Baby%2BBook-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665045285004620082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYTYauFwgsM/Tp5IrAkzsTI/AAAAAAAABcA/G4nflvpsZrc/s400/Baby%2BBook-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yZlthcyBn4/Tp5ImHQGhkI/AAAAAAAABb0/_PMkNOn_W_A/s1600/Baby%2BBook-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665045200897476162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yZlthcyBn4/Tp5ImHQGhkI/AAAAAAAABb0/_PMkNOn_W_A/s400/Baby%2BBook-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on the images below to read the story...be aware there is plenty of oversharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYquf8P8gA/Tp5IhaxXpDI/AAAAAAAABbo/2F_Om0dzki0/s1600/Baby%2BBook-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665045120237937714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYquf8P8gA/Tp5IhaxXpDI/AAAAAAAABbo/2F_Om0dzki0/s400/Baby%2BBook-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asd2WuYz4Zk/Tp5HXsaO3mI/AAAAAAAABbc/DJR7B0VQZ2o/s1600/Baby%2BBook-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665043853662412386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asd2WuYz4Zk/Tp5HXsaO3mI/AAAAAAAABbc/DJR7B0VQZ2o/s400/Baby%2BBook-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2114968518967373082?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2114968518967373082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2114968518967373082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2114968518967373082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2114968518967373082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-baby-story.html' title='Our Baby Story'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYTYauFwgsM/Tp5IrAkzsTI/AAAAAAAABcA/G4nflvpsZrc/s72-c/Baby%2BBook-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7873351199624093355</id><published>2011-09-14T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:35:07.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avynlee Marilyn Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWG7B1aZo80/ToNkUYVHXLI/AAAAAAAABZE/1jVdfk9liuY/s1600/Avynlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657475858198650034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWG7B1aZo80/ToNkUYVHXLI/AAAAAAAABZE/1jVdfk9liuY/s400/Avynlee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avynlee Marilyn Kay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 14, 2011 - 12:37 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 pounds, 7 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7873351199624093355?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7873351199624093355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7873351199624093355&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7873351199624093355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7873351199624093355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/09/avynlee-marilyn-kay.html' title='Avynlee Marilyn Kay'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWG7B1aZo80/ToNkUYVHXLI/AAAAAAAABZE/1jVdfk9liuY/s72-c/Avynlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8833523016999604833</id><published>2011-09-07T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:44:09.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I'm almost done being pregnant. I'm so excited to meet our baby daughter...but also a little freaked out. It's weird and surreal to think that in a week or so I'll be a mom. Crazy! Despite the cute little pregnancy tracker saying I have 6 days to go, my due date has been moved to tomorrow (so crazy!). I'm sure the 6 days is more accurate, though, so I'm just going to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my work had a baby shower for Whitney and me. She is due 7 weeks after I am. I look like I'm ready to burst...and I am. I'm also ready for all this swelling to go away...cute jowls, huh? Even my nose is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9_IUEcBGP8/Tmd-Yf2pDaI/AAAAAAAABY8/JA4NpqRBr2U/s1600/2011-09-01_13.23.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649623216892218786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9_IUEcBGP8/Tmd-Yf2pDaI/AAAAAAAABY8/JA4NpqRBr2U/s400/2011-09-01_13.23.36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week, my champion of a husband came home with some lovely flowers. He's the best. I had recently had a school related break down (side note: my mood hasn't been too affected by the pregnancy hormones, but I have had a couple randome bouts of hypersensitivity or aggitation...I'm sure Adam has really enjoyed that). He's the nicest guy in the whole world. I've never seeen orange daisies with random white petals. So pretty. We aren't a flower couple. Adam gets me flowers from time to time, but it's a rare and very sweet occasion. He included a very sweet note. I'm really lucky to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVFiSZEuQa8/Tmd-TgOiWMI/AAAAAAAABY0/2ikeFfbnPng/s1600/2011-09-07_07.43.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649623131093096642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVFiSZEuQa8/Tmd-TgOiWMI/AAAAAAAABY0/2ikeFfbnPng/s400/2011-09-07_07.43.16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, my doctor cleared me to go to the cabin over Labor Day weekend. I was a bit unsure because it's so close to my due date...he wasn't worried at all. So we fit one last cabin trip in before we became parents. It was great. The weather was beautiful. I actually felt cold for the first time in SO MANY MONTHS. My horrible pregnancy heat rash is nearly all healed now (tmi?). Adam got a lot of runs/hikes/walks in. I helped my mom saw some wood (by "helped"...I pretty much mean watched her do it all). It was so nice to go up and relax. Things have been a bit chaotic the last couple months so some chill time was much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I wait. Maybe there will be a cute baby in the next pictures I post.&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/5108845784069913131-8833523016999604833?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8833523016999604833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8833523016999604833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8833523016999604833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8833523016999604833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-stretch.html' title='Home Stretch'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9_IUEcBGP8/Tmd-Yf2pDaI/AAAAAAAABY8/JA4NpqRBr2U/s72-c/2011-09-01_13.23.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8944804192509350079</id><published>2011-08-30T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:41:30.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Basement Camping and Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, our central air stopped working. This is awesome since pregnant women tend to thrive in 90 degree temperatures. It sucked. While it was broken, AK set up a little bedroom in our unfinished basement. He blew up our air mattress, moved the tv and wii downstairs, and moved my piles and piles of pillows downstairs. We spent just about all our time in the basement since it was at least 15 degrees cooler than our bedroom (hottest room in the house). It was kind of an adjustment, especially my jaunts to the bathroom (getting up off the air mattress and then climbing the stairs to the bathroom on the main floor...plenty of effort). But we both slept so much better down there. Last week the nice man came and fixed our AC. I am so glad it's working. But I've been kind of loving the basement camping, so we've kept it up. It's a great way to keep me super chilly, which I love. Poor AK sleeps wrapped up in down comforters though. What a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a glorious weekend together. It was so busy and so great. I love when I get a full weekend of Adam time. Bliss. On Friday, we went to Mona because Adam needed to inspect a claim there. We popped in on some family while there. Then we hit up the red barn in Santaquin for some amazing produce and ice cream. So great. That night, we went to the drive in movies. We love movies. We love drive ins. The movies weren't that good but it was so fun being together. We think it'll be a good way for us to go to movies once Baby Kay's here. We stayed up later than we have in ages. We didn't get home until almost 1:30. It was like the good old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we picked up our Bountiful Basket and got some good cleaning done. We took a nap (in the basement, of course) and did some shopping for Baby Kay. Then we went to my aunts house for a birthday barbeque and some swimming (Adam swam, I did not). I love hanging out with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, AK woke up early and made me an amazing breakfast, he even made homemade blueberry syrup. What a champ. He loves me. I'm living the dream (with the exception of the horrible heat rash and back pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8944804192509350079?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8944804192509350079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8944804192509350079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8944804192509350079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8944804192509350079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/08/basement-camping-and-weekend-fun.html' title='Basement Camping and Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7754144489428687319</id><published>2011-08-05T12:55:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:25:25.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers, Triathlons, and Wedding Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a while. I'm a slacker. We've been busy. The first weekend in July, we were in Lava Hot Springs...I blogged about that already. The second weekend, my sweet mom and grandma threw me and my unborn a baby shower for the Freeman side of the family. I was especially swollen on this particular day and my face is crazy puffy, but I figured I'd swallow the pride and use them anyway...maybe my baby will want to know what she made me look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The narrations on the scrapbook pages are from Baby Kay's point of view since they'll be going in her scrapbook...try to ignore that) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637448245503937874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zERjKUo-vUA/Tjw9T5DpTVI/AAAAAAAABYM/-hQGid-e_8w/s400/Baby%2BJournal-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637531686208556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guNLKcjj4dI/TjyJMx54TmI/AAAAAAAABYU/4R20DWHTIVo/s400/Baby%2BJournal-003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIwfBoIQ58/Tjw9NhQ9-6I/AAAAAAAABX8/z5GxNJ97tSU/s1600/Baby%2BJournal-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637448136038153122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukIwfBoIQ58/Tjw9NhQ9-6I/AAAAAAAABX8/z5GxNJ97tSU/s400/Baby%2BJournal-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is more for Baby Kay's sake and for her scrapbook. I want her to know what gifts she got from all the people who are excited to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIoTMqrPLTM/Tjw9KPMebrI/AAAAAAAABX0/FUqyTAN4B9I/s1600/Baby%2BJournal-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637448079647862450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIoTMqrPLTM/Tjw9KPMebrI/AAAAAAAABX0/FUqyTAN4B9I/s400/Baby%2BJournal-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next weekend, my good friend Brittany threw us a co-ed baby shower. I dig the idea and think all baby showers should be co-ed. Baby Kay is Adam's too. He should be in on the parties and gifts and fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXFdLCbhav8/Tjw9HLPz8iI/AAAAAAAABXs/PX31-ktXjEU/s1600/Baby%2BJournal-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637448027048505890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXFdLCbhav8/Tjw9HLPz8iI/AAAAAAAABXs/PX31-ktXjEU/s400/Baby%2BJournal-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhApWzO9kUE/Tjw9EkY12qI/AAAAAAAABXk/araEtIOLEio/s1600/Baby%2BJournal-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447982257658530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhApWzO9kUE/Tjw9EkY12qI/AAAAAAAABXk/araEtIOLEio/s400/Baby%2BJournal-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next weekend was the 24th of July weekend. I had that Monday off and Adam took it off so we could have a long weekend at the cabin. I love going to the cabin. It's my favorite place in the world and I wish we had more time to go. Maybe next summer. I can't wait to put Baby Kay in our hiking backpack and tote her all around up there. We went on little jaunts with my grandma (we're at a similar walking pace these days), had s'mores, played games, and tons more. AK even helped the Erics with some logging. I didn't think it wise to participate in my normal cabiny fun so I stayed pretty close to the cabin. Luckily Adam is comfortable enough to do his own thing sometimes. He went on trail runs and hung out with those more able (I'm in no state for logging). As much as I love being more active, if I have to take it easy, the cabin is the most lovely place to be doing it! My sweet grandma was so overly protective. She's 85 and kept trying to do things for me and telling me to be careful. You're 85 sweet lady! Take care of yourself! She already really loves her great granddaughter and wants me to make sure she is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture of the whole trip because I am a big failure at taking pictures of our lives. My mom took it on one of our little strolls up the road. See why it's my favorite place ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z8oYIO3EUg/Tjw8_K37YXI/AAAAAAAABXc/o2ThqA9SqTc/s1600/P7230437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447889509376370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z8oYIO3EUg/Tjw8_K37YXI/AAAAAAAABXc/o2ThqA9SqTc/s400/P7230437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last weekend in July, Adam competed in the Spudman triathlon in Burley, ID. Our friend Kevin lives in Arizona and flew in to compete as well. The three of us carpooled up on Friday night and woke up good and early (but not early enough) for some race time fun. We got a little confused on the start time. We thought it started at 8. It did not. Adam and Kevin were in the same wave and were supposed to start at 7:05. That didn't happen. And having a champion waddler with them didn't really speed things up. Kevin ran ahead and ended up starting one wave late. He and Adam were in wave 2. Kevin made it in time for wave 3. Adam wouldn't abandon his big pregnant wife though (I tried to make him run ahead, but he loves me more than winning...a lady down there thought it was awfully touching...she almost cried) and didn't make it to the starting line until the 4th wave and ended up leaving with the 5th. Sorry champ. Adam ended up starting the race at 7:20 (even though the timing chip started without him at 7:05).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam's goal was to go under 2:30.00 which he did handily...but it's not recorded correctly due to the 15 minute late start. I feel bad that he doesn't have proof that he did it, but knowing he did was good enough I suppose. While I was waiting at the finish line for my boy, I was super surprised to see him come in before Kevin since Kevin left 10 minutes before. There was a big bike crash and a bunch of people were taken to the hospital. We were so worried Kevin was among them. Thank goodness he was ok! And he made it under the 2:30.00 time too (but again, because of the late start, it's not really documented). I'm so proud of my husband for his hard work. He actually did the swim in a faster time than our friend Kevin who was one of the best swimmers in the state in high school. What a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get very many good pictures, and didn't get any of Kevin, because of the way the race was set up. The transitions weren't all in the same place and I wasn't about to scootch my pregnant butt all around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLCvpi9gCXY/Tjw84z4mNCI/AAAAAAAABXU/VJnEpyGNWY4/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447780258952226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLCvpi9gCXY/Tjw84z4mNCI/AAAAAAAABXU/VJnEpyGNWY4/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NN7WpxVcQY/Tjw8ynC4tgI/AAAAAAAABXM/RZicbd8bwak/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447673733232130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NN7WpxVcQY/Tjw8ynC4tgI/AAAAAAAABXM/RZicbd8bwak/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was Kailie Paulsen's wedding. My friend, Holli Paulsen Pierce, is due 2 weeks before I am. I volunteered to make her bridesmaid dress. Luckily my mom pretty much took over and did almost the whole thing. I barely helped at all. Her dress turned out so cute and fit over her baby bump! I was commissioned to do the wedding cake. This I actually did by myself and did not pawn it off on my mom. She wanted white gerber daisies but that fell through but I think the yellow roses ended up looking great too. This was the most time consuming cake I've ever made. That lace patterned fondant was not esay. But I think it turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GrF2OQqYoRU/Tjw8v4wBtCI/AAAAAAAABXE/0TfdO8M1Gwo/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447626946360354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GrF2OQqYoRU/Tjw8v4wBtCI/AAAAAAAABXE/0TfdO8M1Gwo/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nice mom and sister helped me transport the cake and stack it. This cake is my new favorite.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xn-ZYY7lKao/Tjw8s8oMTgI/AAAAAAAABW8/lB9vPVNbL8o/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447576447634946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xn-ZYY7lKao/Tjw8s8oMTgI/AAAAAAAABW8/lB9vPVNbL8o/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-013.jpg" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7754144489428687319?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7754144489428687319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7754144489428687319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7754144489428687319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7754144489428687319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-showers-triathlons-and-wedding.html' title='Baby Showers, Triathlons, and Wedding Cakes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zERjKUo-vUA/Tjw9T5DpTVI/AAAAAAAABYM/-hQGid-e_8w/s72-c/Baby%2BJournal-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4549627511356317178</id><published>2011-07-13T11:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:24:39.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Left</title><content type='html'>My due date is two months from now. I'm going to be a mom in two months (give or take a couple of weeks). This seems crazy to me. Who thought it would be a good idea to give me a tiny little person to take care of? I'm excited and overwhelmed...and so not ready. She has a crib and a carseat...and Adam and I. I guess that's all she &lt;em&gt;really needs&lt;/em&gt;. And we are slowly collecting other useful items to help us care for our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were counting family members a while back and realized that our baby will be the 13th on Adam's side and the 9th on my side. We took this as a good omen. Those are our numbers (from our more athletic days). Does this matter at all? Of course not. But we still decided that it must mean something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resemble a watermelon smuggler. I can barely believe I will actually be getting bigger over the next two months. I feel pretty near maxed out. The vastness of my belly is getting pretty uncomfortable. More when she feels like tumbling around and playing punchy kicky. She's super active...not that I have anything to compare her to...but she's pretty much always in my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right ribs will never be the same. I injured them several years ago in a surfing mishap and my genetics are like the opposite of that magic wolverine healing power...it's more like, you'll never be the same again power. But between my expanding belly and abusive baby, the ribs on the right are super tender and uncomfortable. Leftys are pretty much fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dabble in the art of giant cankle making. They come and go. My shoes fit differently every day. The bad days are kinds gross. My wedding ring still fits though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sick (the past week), I sleep like it's my job. There's a whole new lack of energy I've never experienced before. I could literally sleep all day long and have certainly tried to. But I'm on the up and up and am not such a blob these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest husband in the world. He tells me I look cute pregnant. He feels the baby move and says it's cool (even though I'm sure there's a part of him who feels it's a bit alienish). When I wake up in the night, he gets really concerned...and I get up in the night pretty much every night. He makes me chose everything (dinner, activites, etc.) because he wants to accomodate how I'm feeling. He goes to the fabric store with me all the time. And he never complains. Even if I can't make up my mind and we're there for hours. He rubs my feet/belly/neck. He tells me my newly acquired stretch marks aren't gross..."they aren't that bad...you can barely see them...they'll probably fade...I still think you're pretty." He is the best. Best husband. Best friend. Just plain old best guy ever. And he'll be the best dad. In just two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll update with pictures from my recent shower with my family and pics of what I've made and such in the near future. That'll make up for my current lack of pictures, I hope*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4549627511356317178?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4549627511356317178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4549627511356317178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4549627511356317178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4549627511356317178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-months-left.html' title='Two Months Left'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6884955745503202374</id><published>2011-07-09T00:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:20:02.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend in Lava Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>We spent last weekend in Lava Hot Springs with Adam's family. It was a blast. We learned that Lava is a bit trashy, but still mega fun. We started the night off with dinner and bingo. Adam won a couple times. It was so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627232644751314562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNEmzopqpGs/ThfyRqriToI/AAAAAAAABWc/Kz63jHTf8gI/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHdj7km5pjA/ThfvpCQQAGI/AAAAAAAABWM/Gutwc6urLzY/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was swim day. We spent the morning at the swimming complex. All who were allowed (so, not me and the little kids) went down the water slides. Adam and Taylor played on the diving boards and platforms. Even Lyv snuck onto the diving board twice. She's a brave one. After running the kids ragged at the pool, we went back to the hotel where the tired ones slept and the rest of us got ready for tubing fun. I wasn't so sure I was going to tube...you know, since I'm super pregnant...but I decided to, and it was awesome. We rented a four-man tube. The first go around, I was instructed to sit in the middle. We thought this was wise and the safest route. False. It was horrible. So Mary Jo and I took turns sitting it out and taking pictures. The tube really was only meant for four and it was a lot more fun that way. On our last run, we hit a rapid at a crappy angle and I unintentially aspirated&lt;em&gt; a lot &lt;/em&gt;of water. No good. No good at all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627232405690100370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwBzalfV3n4/ThfyDwG5qpI/AAAAAAAABWU/6_IFBVg6cUQ/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tw9OMTBO7A/ThfviMbQKXI/AAAAAAAABV8/onHkNWSLmJA/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627229630152845682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tw9OMTBO7A/ThfviMbQKXI/AAAAAAAABV8/onHkNWSLmJA/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, everyone hit up the mineral pools. I hung out on the deck to avoid roasting Baby Kay. It was such a fun trip full of staying up late with the brothers, joking around with the parents, and playing with the little kids.&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/5108845784069913131-6884955745503202374?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6884955745503202374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6884955745503202374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6884955745503202374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6884955745503202374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend-in-lava-hot-springs.html' title='4th of July Weekend in Lava Hot Springs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNEmzopqpGs/ThfyRqriToI/AAAAAAAABWc/Kz63jHTf8gI/s72-c/My%2BProject%2B1-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-363272686320201701</id><published>2011-07-07T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:02:53.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Nothing major. Just sick. I'm pretty sure I just have a head cold and a hint of bronchitis from my recent near drowning (more on that later). Even though my symptoms aren't bad; overall, I feel like shish. But the bad word. Yesterday I called in sick and slept all day long. I got nothing done and felt like a lump but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nice husband came home from a full day of work and his daily exercise (in this case an hour of lap swimming) and took care of his lump. He got dinner. He cleaned the kitchen (not just dishes and stuff...mega cleaned kitchen). I slept. He got me a bunch of juice and a popsicle. He let me whine all night. He was sweet and concerned when I woke up several times thoughout the night (sometimes for pregnancy related bathroom breaks, sometimes because I wasn't breathing so well). He tried to talk me in to not going to work today because I didn't sleep so well (giant belly + hurty hips + stuffy nose + congested lungs + summer time temperatures = crappy sleeping for Jen). He told me not to make him lunch this morning...he conveniently didn't need one today. He is nice to me. Even when I'm so gross. Which I am currently. On so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being sick. And all the regular coughing has made my belly hurt in new ways. But I am so lucky to have a nice husband who takes care of his sick lady and lies to me and tells me I'm still pretty even though I feel like death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-363272686320201701?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/363272686320201701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=363272686320201701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/363272686320201701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/363272686320201701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5817061873668735031</id><published>2011-06-20T11:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:29:32.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>Eight years ago, I met Adam. He had a nice tan and strong calves. He was funny. He was real cute. He seemed too cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost seven years ago, we went on our first date. It was really fun. His roommate thought I was engaged to another guy and really disapproved of the date. We were pretty inseperable from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago, Adam finally got to see my true colors...and they didn't scare him away. Since then he's seen me at my best and at my very worst. And he's been there for me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, Adam asked me to marry him. Easiest decision ever. I had pretty much fallen completely in love and committed myself to him and only him years before. He's the only person I have ever met in my entire life who I can never get enough of and who never gets on my nerves. I had to keep him around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I knelt accross from the most amazing guy ever and promised myself to him forever. I accidentally interrupted the sweet, old man called Jay. He teased me for being too excited. Maybe I was. He advised acts of love and kindness. He said "love and kindness" a lot. We do too. Our wedding day was spectacular. It was really hard to not have some really important people there and I really appreciate the sacrifice and understanding of my new family. It was cloudy all day. My hair sucked...all day. But it was a great day. One girl cried because the weather was ruining her wedding. It made me happy. I know...I'm rude. But it made me happy because I knew I was marrying Adam, something I'd been wanting to do for a long time. I was blissfully happy. Nothing, especially not a little rain, could ruin that day for me. I was finally married to my fella for time and all eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fx0y_OcyVNQ/TgJDB5_DEzI/AAAAAAAABV0/qT1QKrdyNSc/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621128984935994162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fx0y_OcyVNQ/TgJDB5_DEzI/AAAAAAAABV0/qT1QKrdyNSc/s400/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People said that marriage is a huge adjustment...that getting used to living with another person is really difficult. Being married to Adam and living with him has been so easy and wonderful. I guess we just knew each other so well that there wasn't much else to find out. In our two years of marriage we moved into our house, bought a new car, sold a truck, got a bachelors degree (just me...he already had one), and got pregnant. There will be a lot more changes in the future and we're really excited for all the adventures our lives have in store for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Logan to celebrate. That's where our history is. We visited our old haunts and had Aggie ice cream. I'm glad we got to spend time with my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so grateful to have married someone as great as Adam. He has made me a better person. He makes me want to achieve so much. He is so nice to everyone. He is hilarious and not above a little light-hearted mockery. He loves me and would do anything for me. He is a genius...he really knows everything. He is strong and athletic. Adam is as close to perfect as a person could be and somehow he chose me. Thanks for marrying me Adam. I hope I make you has happy as you make me! I love you, champ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5817061873668735031?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5817061873668735031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5817061873668735031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5817061873668735031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5817061873668735031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fx0y_OcyVNQ/TgJDB5_DEzI/AAAAAAAABV0/qT1QKrdyNSc/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8444762392561094477</id><published>2011-06-18T10:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:51:57.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stuff?</title><content type='html'>I need some input. I'm new. And Adam and I are kind of simple when it comes to "stuff"...we don't usually feel the need for a lot of it. So tell me, what do we need? What don't we need? Is there stuff you loved and couldn't have lived without? Did some stuff seem important and then you never used it? I'm especially unsure of changing tables, bottle and wipe warmers, and diaper specific receptacles. I've heard people say I need a bumbo chair. Do you agree? What about a boppy or other nursing pillow (those two things were clearly named for babies, right?)? In short, tell me what you loved and why...and maybe what you think I don't need. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8444762392561094477?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8444762392561094477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8444762392561094477&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8444762392561094477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8444762392561094477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-stuff.html' title='Baby Stuff?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6747082961803679388</id><published>2011-06-17T20:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:06:51.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Serve</title><content type='html'>Jacob and the other missionaries in his district sang Called to Serve with a man playing the organ like a merry-go-round. I tried to post the audio file but couldn't. If you want to hear it, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:jefanga@hotmail.com"&gt;jefanga@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'll forward it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6747082961803679388?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6747082961803679388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6747082961803679388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6747082961803679388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6747082961803679388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to Serve'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6465885580596780762</id><published>2011-06-16T14:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:34:50.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hike</title><content type='html'>I stole these pictures from my sister's blog. I didn't take a camera on our hike, good thing she did. This is the hike in American Fork Canyon we went on last weekend. I haven't seen a head-on picture of myself in tight work out clothes while pregnant before...not that cute...sorry attendees of my gym. My belly and chest are reaching epic proportions. But at least the weather, the scenery, and the company was great! I love hiking and camping and am really looking forward to not having a heavy, wiggly parasite complicating all my fun (j/k...it wasn't that bad), and I'm excited for &lt;em&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt; to get to carry her up mountains!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0HSnudWlbc/TfpnP96fiAI/AAAAAAAABSs/MeVgqtn8MzQ/s1600/af%2Bhike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618917009113712642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0HSnudWlbc/TfpnP96fiAI/AAAAAAAABSs/MeVgqtn8MzQ/s400/af%2Bhike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17YH1SLM6KE/TfpnM6mNWEI/AAAAAAAABSk/eTRP5Bnof7A/s1600/af%2Bhike2"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618916956683720770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17YH1SLM6KE/TfpnM6mNWEI/AAAAAAAABSk/eTRP5Bnof7A/s400/af%2Bhike2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6465885580596780762?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6465885580596780762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6465885580596780762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6465885580596780762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6465885580596780762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-hike.html' title='Our Hike'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0HSnudWlbc/TfpnP96fiAI/AAAAAAAABSs/MeVgqtn8MzQ/s72-c/af%2Bhike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7217546933218978359</id><published>2011-06-14T17:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:58:53.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Pics</title><content type='html'>These are a bit old (I'm 27 weeks now) but I still wanted to post them. Maybe I'll take an update one soon since I am MUCH bigger (and more uncomfortable) now.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEppaQm7GMM/TffpqFbglWI/AAAAAAAABSU/rjvtpIlEyp4/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618215969389319522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEppaQm7GMM/TffpqFbglWI/AAAAAAAABSU/rjvtpIlEyp4/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8-hZ2X1WEg/TffpliqC9LI/AAAAAAAABSM/ApcFbHd_0ng/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618215891335574706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8-hZ2X1WEg/TffpliqC9LI/AAAAAAAABSM/ApcFbHd_0ng/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7217546933218978359?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7217546933218978359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7217546933218978359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7217546933218978359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7217546933218978359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/belly-pics.html' title='Belly Pics'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEppaQm7GMM/TffpqFbglWI/AAAAAAAABSU/rjvtpIlEyp4/s72-c/My%2BProject%2B1-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1037782547702268724</id><published>2011-06-13T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:31:48.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyvia's Birthday Cake &amp; The Weekend</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Adam and I met up with my mom, Aliese, and Darrin and we went on a hike in American Fork Canyon. It was just under 3 mile round trip but it kind of kicked my butt. Being 6 months pregnant makes hiking a little more difficult than I though it would be. The pregnant/asthma was especially awesome. But it was still really fun. I'm glad we went. Even if I did make everyone stop way more than they would have otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Adam and I went on a hot date to Aristo's (awesome Greek food) and to see Rent. Adam got me the tickets to Rent for my birthday last month and I've been looking forward to it ever since. It was splendid and made me wish I hadn't misplaced my copy of the DVD. I've had the music stuck in my head ever since and I'm sure Adam has loved having me randomly sing different bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our niece, Alyvia, turned five and had a birthday party at Pizza Pie Cafe on Sunday. I made her birthday cake. She loved it. I think this might be my best work yet. I forgot to take a camera to the actual party so I'll post of picture of her with her cake as soon as I get one from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bd-7cRH4-u4/TfIv2vbG0XI/AAAAAAAABQ8/F3e4u8OrqX8/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616604302774030706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bd-7cRH4-u4/TfIv2vbG0XI/AAAAAAAABQ8/F3e4u8OrqX8/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty cute, huh? It was my first go at fondant roses but I think they turned out nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1037782547702268724?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1037782547702268724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1037782547702268724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1037782547702268724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1037782547702268724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/alyvias-birthday-cake-weekend.html' title='Alyvia&apos;s Birthday Cake &amp; The Weekend'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bd-7cRH4-u4/TfIv2vbG0XI/AAAAAAAABQ8/F3e4u8OrqX8/s72-c/My%2BProject%2B1-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3643321144606349770</id><published>2011-06-10T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:05:10.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Gus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iOKy4QJTF8/TfIxGFUfPCI/AAAAAAAABRE/Wn5pOK25gEk/s1600/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616605665861516322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iOKy4QJTF8/TfIxGFUfPCI/AAAAAAAABRE/Wn5pOK25gEk/s400/100_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Gus. Adam's had this truck the entire time I've known him (8 years, by the way). Gus has been great. I love this truck. Adam got a promotion at work which came with a work car. So now he drives a Ford Fusion. We'd been saving up to get him a new car anyway and he thought the proceeds from Gus could go toward that. Adam posted his Toyota Pickup on ksl classifieds and after MANY phone calls and offers, we sold it...within 24 hours of posting it. I was pretty sad to see this truck go. We've had such good times with this truck and the bed is excellent for camping in. But since there isn't a legal spot for Baby Kay to ride, selling it was for the best. I hope Gus like Guatemala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3643321144606349770?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3643321144606349770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3643321144606349770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3643321144606349770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3643321144606349770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-gus.html' title='Goodbye, Gus!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iOKy4QJTF8/TfIxGFUfPCI/AAAAAAAABRE/Wn5pOK25gEk/s72-c/100_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-909386374899058123</id><published>2011-06-09T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:54:44.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Womens Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPivZkd3tq0/TfFbaHBkTfI/AAAAAAAABN8/Hb5PPtHYs4A/s1600/My%2BProject%2B1-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616370714428067314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPivZkd3tq0/TfFbaHBkTfI/AAAAAAAABN8/Hb5PPtHYs4A/s400/My%2BProject%2B1-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of April some of the girls in my family went to BYU womens conference. My aunt, Patti, spoke the first day. I missed her talk but went the second day with the rest of the group and we had a good time. We went to the pizza factory afterwards. My grandma (the namesake of my unborn and the greatest old gal on the block) was so amused by the huge swirly breadsteaks. She's a gem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-909386374899058123?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/909386374899058123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=909386374899058123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/909386374899058123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/909386374899058123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/06/byu-womens-conference.html' title='BYU Womens Conference'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPivZkd3tq0/TfFbaHBkTfI/AAAAAAAABN8/Hb5PPtHYs4A/s72-c/My%2BProject%2B1-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1117533373721762381</id><published>2011-05-11T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:27:45.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Timeline</title><content type='html'>I've heard a lot of people say that pregnancy is amazing and magical. I didn't buy it. Parts definitely suck and you don't really feel like you can say so. It's not like I'm saying the baby sucks...just growing her does. I've been sick, had weird eating habits, been SO tired, my focus seems a little off, my body hurts, and I'm developing cankles. Lovely. But, I've recently started to feel the good parts of being pregnant. So I decided to make a little timeline of my pregnancy up until this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At four weeks, to the day, I found out I was pregnant. It was a Friday and Adam wasn't home from work yet. I had stopped taking my birth control about 3 months prior but was still pretty shocked to see those 2 lines. I left home and went to the store to find something cute to do for Adam to tell him. Gender neutral "I Love Daddy" onesies don't exist. So I made one. I bought a white onesie and a 3 musketeer bar (because there will be 3 of us now, way clever, I know). When I got home, I started embroidering the onesie to say I {heart} Daddy. Adam got home from work and took a nap...which was good, because I needed the extra time. When I got the onesie done, I wrote him a little note and put everything in an envelope. I set them next to him while he slept and then decided to take another test. Still positive. I came back to the bedroom and found the envelope opened and Adam, back asleep. He was obviously ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I started getting sick. Running hurt (I was still training for the Ragnar). I was throwing up on at least a daily basis. From weeks 6 to 15, I really really disliked being pregnant. But I didn't gain any weight, so I guess that's good. This is when I started having food aversions. Either the food didn't sound good or I'd had "negative results" and was officially "off" that food. My sweetest husband totally catered to my limited food choices though. He's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first Dr.'s appointment. Adam came. We got to hear the baby's heart beat. Everything started to feel more real for both of us. Our doctor highly recommended that I find a replacement for the Wasatch Back. Now that it's only 4 weeks away, I'm really glad I'm not doing it. I am really in no shape for that much running. At this point, most people knew about my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I caved and went to Fetal Studios, something I swore I wouldn't do. When we got there, Adam was a little embarrassed. I was too. We always kind of made fun of the ultrasound in the mall idea. It's a little weird, let's be honest. But when the nice Lithuanian man started our ultrasound and we got to see our little baby, the lame music and the fact that we were at an appointment in the mall didn't seem so bad. He told us she was a girl and gave us pictures. It was a great experience actually. I loved seeing her move around and seeing the look on Adam's face when we were told we would be having a girl. The ultrasonographer said something about how it's okay and maybe we'll have a boy next time, kind of consoling us. Which was funny to us because we both really wanted a girl. I felt like she was a girl all along (almost everybody guessed she would be a boy...not me though), but tried to tell myself a boy would be great. But after the ultrasound confirmed we were having a girl, we both just talked about how much we wanted a little girl and how happy we were. Then we went shopping and bought her stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a follow up appointment and the sickness had started to subside. I still didn't feel great all the time but was finally not vomiting regularly. This was a very welcome change. At the appointment, I learned that I had gained one pound and got to hear her heartbeat again. It was pretty brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to have another ultrasound...this time at the doctor's office. I had to drink a bunch of water first and hold it. That was a little rough. The ultrasound was amazing. She was bigger and her facial features were much more prominent. We saw her looking around and opening and closing her mouth. I think I like ultrasounds. The ultrasonographer spend some time looking at her kidneys and a lot of time looking at her heart (because of some congenital birth defects my sibs had). As far as she could tell, everything looked perfect. Relief. Seriously. You have no idea. I know it isn't concrete and she wants us to consider getting an echo (which I doubt we'll do) but it's nice to get to think, for now, that our baby daughter is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 weeks, I also started feeling some movement. The Saturday before our appointment, I was swimming with Adam. During my breaststroke set, I felt some odd tumbling feeling in my lower abdomen. I ignored it at first. But then it became quite apparent and I stopped Adam and told him. He couldn't feel it, but it was cool. Since then, she has been moving and kicking quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is where I am now. My lower back and hips have started to bug me. The ligaments in my lower abdomen that have relaxed due to my pregnancy sometimes bother me. Especially if I stand too quickly or sneeze really hard. I am gigantic. I've gained 9 pounds total so far. It seems like a little much but I'm not too worried. My belly protrudes about as much as my chest does, maybe a little more. I have started to feel a little bit nauseous again but nothing too bad. My right ribs hurt a lot and my brand new cankles are especially attractive. I've started wearing real shoes (not just flip flops) at the advise of my mother. I'm sure when I'm nasty swollen I'll be right back in those trusty old flops though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished her crib sheets last night. I am really pleased with them. More that I've actually gotten something done. I'm anxious to do more. Work and school and this ridiculous desire to sleep 18 hours a day are really getting in the way though. Hopefully I can get everything sewn in the next couple months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1117533373721762381?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1117533373721762381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1117533373721762381&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1117533373721762381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1117533373721762381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/05/pregnancy-timline.html' title='Pregnancy Timeline'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6101287346982312863</id><published>2011-05-05T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:09:02.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Five</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday. I love it when it's my bithday. It was wonderful. Twenty-five seems big. Not old. But it's big. It's a quarter century. That's gotta count for something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great birthday. My last final was the night before my birthday and I've been ignoring my pile of projects because I needed to focus on school and such. Now that I'm done for a second, I got cracking. I spent the morning with captain crunch, netflix, and cutting out patterns. It was a good morning. I made a few things for the nursery. And I'm ready to make more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adam got home from work, he and I drove to Perry for some Maddox. We love Maddox and since our weekend is going to be too packed, we went yesterday. Worth it. Plus, I love long drives with AK. It's a chatter fest. I got to talk his ear off for almost 3 hours. He loves being trapped in car with me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me some great gifts. I'm most excited to go to Rent with him in June. He got me 2 tickets for my birthday. He's not such a fan of musicals but he's a good sport and knows I like them. Score. I'm living the dream...aside from the painful hips and right ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about birthdays is they're never limited to just one day. At least not at my house. So it'll continue to be my birthday for a few more days. I'm totally going to milk it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6101287346982312863?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6101287346982312863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6101287346982312863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6101287346982312863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6101287346982312863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/05/twenty-five.html' title='Twenty Five'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6439050970210123687</id><published>2011-04-29T23:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:55:35.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby GIRL!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, we got to see our baby &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; (yup, we're having a girl!). Ultrasounds are so cool. Even if it means holding your pee until it hurts. Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thinks she's pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601419425816315330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRcgtRvDShA/Tbw9SknBBcI/AAAAAAAABNY/QVYNWwRHVgw/s400/20%2Bweek%2Bprofile.jpg" /&gt;Her cute little feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601240958402357794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YxoSvI3cao/Tbua-Zrw6iI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1NxjNAYK7uw/s400/20%2Bweek%2Bfeet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've already bought fabric for her nursery and a pattern for her blessing dress which I'm going to make out of some leftover fabric from my wedding dress. We're getting so excited to meet our baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6439050970210123687?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6439050970210123687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6439050970210123687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6439050970210123687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6439050970210123687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-baby-girl.html' title='Our Baby GIRL!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRcgtRvDShA/Tbw9SknBBcI/AAAAAAAABNY/QVYNWwRHVgw/s72-c/20%2Bweek%2Bprofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4425644623028197518</id><published>2011-04-26T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:24:03.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway</title><content type='html'>The past 20 weeks have gone by surprisingly fast. The 2 1/2 months of vomiting seemed to really drag on, but I can't believe I'm already halfway done being pregnant (theoretically). I'll post a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my jeans still fit but my shirts are getting pretty tight. I'm looking more pregnant than just chubby. Last Saturday, Adam and I went for our usual morning swim. Partway through my breaststroke set, I felt Baby Kay. I stopped Adam to tell him. He was excited and wanted to feel it. But it's too soon for that. So far, that's the only time I have definitely felt our baby move. It's pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent part of the weekend working on the nursery. Our townhome is pretty big. The baby's room hasn't really gotten much use or attention. It currently houses an electric organ (think old lady's house) which my mom's friend gave us. We are planning to get rid of it. If you know anyone who wants an organ, they can have ours for free. Otherwise, it's going to the DI toot sweet. It's time to make room for baby furniture. We also were keeping our winter stuff, ski gear, and some camping stuff in Baby Kay's closet. That all got sorted out and some was sent to the basement in totes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are keeping a long list of baby names on a white board in our kitchen. Our favorites change in and out so fast. It's kind of unnerving. Hopefully when we meet our baby, we'll know what name to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ultrasound and an appointment on Thursday and I'm sure I'll have more to blog about at that point. For now, here's to hoping the next 20 weeks go by quickly and smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4425644623028197518?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4425644623028197518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4425644623028197518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4425644623028197518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4425644623028197518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/04/halfway.html' title='Halfway'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-229708051413089122</id><published>2011-04-20T18:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:05:02.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late on blogging about this...so what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to California with Brittany and Kody. It was pretty much the worst trip ever. Ok it wasn't. Luckily we have good friends because we did not have good weather. Seriously, the weather was ridiculous. But I think we did a good job making the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Santa Barbara with Brittany's grandma for 3 days. On the last day, the weather was good enough to get out. So we checked out Solvang and the beach.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIHM92IK_sU/Ta977NF9ABI/AAAAAAAABNI/DJRjx4RtFSA/s1600/Scraps-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597829118901944338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIHM92IK_sU/Ta977NF9ABI/AAAAAAAABNI/DJRjx4RtFSA/s400/Scraps-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KokoKKxPM2U/Ta9723Var0I/AAAAAAAABNA/mczO_JjIl7c/s1600/Scraps-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597829044341747522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KokoKKxPM2U/Ta9723Var0I/AAAAAAAABNA/mczO_JjIl7c/s400/Scraps-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we drove to San Francisco where we stayed for 3 days. We drove up the coast, rather than the fast way. Bad idea for a car sick preggo. I got sick. Shocker. So we found our way back to the main freeway and took that the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w99iALCSWwI/Ta97wkJoPBI/AAAAAAAABM4/6MrOXeA47jY/s1600/Scraps-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828936112815122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w99iALCSWwI/Ta97wkJoPBI/AAAAAAAABM4/6MrOXeA47jY/s400/Scraps-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only got a few hours of good weather in San Francisco. This was spent in China Town. We were kinda hijacked by a guy named, Jackie Chan Number Two. He made us follow him around and told us bizzare stories. It was pretty sweet. Then we got sick of him and ditched him at a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh87vO5dhuk/Ta97sEkIMFI/AAAAAAAABMw/ee981lBkE_w/s1600/Scraps-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828858914549842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh87vO5dhuk/Ta97sEkIMFI/AAAAAAAABMw/ee981lBkE_w/s400/Scraps-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove to the bay bridge in crazy, hard rain. We got out just long enough to get a picture, and ran back to the car. Another car load of people applauded our speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSW2-J3uAKk/Ta97oQus2aI/AAAAAAAABMo/4BrU2z71NNA/s1600/Scraps-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828793460644258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSW2-J3uAKk/Ta97oQus2aI/AAAAAAAABMo/4BrU2z71NNA/s400/Scraps-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the park and to the seven sisters which is supposed to be the street the Full House house is on. I can't guarantee that we saw it, but it's a possibility. We also got to look at Alcatraz from afar, since we couldn't go take the tour...crappy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jI8XzZxqJn0/Ta97jOzBOHI/AAAAAAAABMg/TtbWhJ6jLAA/s1600/Scraps-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828707042539634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jI8XzZxqJn0/Ta97jOzBOHI/AAAAAAAABMg/TtbWhJ6jLAA/s400/Scraps-008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove home over Donner's Pass past Lake Tahoe. I-80 was closed and we had to wait a few hours. We also had to purchase snow chains. Now, we are awesome at putting them on and taking them off though. We were even offered money for our services (I didn't feel good about taking it though). While I used the restroom on the east of Lake Tahoe. The others managed to sell our chains and even made a tiny profit. We stopped in Reno to eat a whole bunch of food. Adam ate his weight in crab and prime rib at a buffet. Then we drove on. I had the misfortune of vomiting in the rain standing barefoot in mud. That was a real low point for me. The drive was about 21 hours long. We got home at 7 am. That last bit was really crappy but it was worth it to get to sleep in our own beds. Home sweet home. It was a cold, wet, driving packed trip. Frankly, it was kind of a disappointment. But luckily we were there with good sports and we managed to have a really good time in the record breaking, flood causing torrential rain that was our Spring Break.&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/5108845784069913131-229708051413089122?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/229708051413089122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=229708051413089122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/229708051413089122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/229708051413089122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIHM92IK_sU/Ta977NF9ABI/AAAAAAAABNI/DJRjx4RtFSA/s72-c/Scraps-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3216547068063410893</id><published>2011-04-06T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:00:10.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooded Lion Towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRnFb1xNFE/TZx-Z_5J7lI/AAAAAAAABKQ/6IpomWblWuY/s1600/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRnFb1xNFE/TZx-Z_5J7lI/AAAAAAAABKQ/6IpomWblWuY/s400/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592483822400302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this cute hooded towel for Baby Kay.  I think this turned out pretty cute.  If you want to give it a try, you can check out the tutorial at &lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatcreative.com/"&gt;This &amp;amp; That Creative&lt;/a&gt;.  The tutorial might be a little hard to follow (because I wrote it) so if you do try it and have questions, let me know.  I'm happy to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3216547068063410893?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3216547068063410893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3216547068063410893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3216547068063410893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3216547068063410893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/04/hooded-lion-towel.html' title='Hooded Lion Towel'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryRnFb1xNFE/TZx-Z_5J7lI/AAAAAAAABKQ/6IpomWblWuY/s72-c/20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7050316636756370178</id><published>2011-04-05T14:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:11:59.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glider or Armchair?</title><content type='html'>Which one's better for a nursery? Thoughts?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592193613610060706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V05KM43qf5U/TZt2dn5vi6I/AAAAAAAABHg/or7B0VhAXkE/s400/glider.jpg" /&gt; I've heard some people can't live without their gliders, yet some people hate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX4YeS5pCrc/TZt2akcPUvI/AAAAAAAABHY/j15UVi_8BJo/s1600/armchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592193561141400306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX4YeS5pCrc/TZt2akcPUvI/AAAAAAAABHY/j15UVi_8BJo/s400/armchair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of think the armchair is a little cuter and likely more comfortable but it's stationary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you use? What do you think? Just curious.&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/5108845784069913131-7050316636756370178?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7050316636756370178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7050316636756370178&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7050316636756370178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7050316636756370178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/04/glider-or-armchair.html' title='Glider or Armchair?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V05KM43qf5U/TZt2dn5vi6I/AAAAAAAABHg/or7B0VhAXkE/s72-c/glider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-9165186967811625300</id><published>2011-03-30T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:51:45.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That Creative Blog</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://smallfrys031007.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; is one of the contributors to &lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatcreative.com/"&gt;This &amp;amp; That Creative Blog&lt;/a&gt;. One of the other contributors is having a baby and needed someone to fill in for a while. Enter Jen. So, every Wednesday for an unknown amount of time, I will be posting crafting tutorials and such. The last week of every month (so this week) is a spotlight week where we each select a different blog to showcase. If you're bored or feel like a little crafting check it out (there's also a link somewhere on my sidebar). Next week I'm making a hooded lion towel, it'll be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-9165186967811625300?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9165186967811625300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=9165186967811625300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/9165186967811625300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/9165186967811625300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-that-creative-blog.html' title='This &amp; That Creative Blog'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5953684888412981249</id><published>2011-03-28T12:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:35:24.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A. Age: 24. I'll be 25 in a month and a half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;B. Bed size: Queen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;C. Chore you hate: Dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;D. Dogs. I like them but will never own one. I'm allergic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;E. Essential start to your day: I have to brush my teeth first thing or I feel gross all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;F. Favorite color: Blue. I also like pink and gray.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;G. Gold or Sivler: Silver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;H. Height: 5'6" ish. Quite average.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I. Instruments you play: Piano (pretty well), Sing (Fairly Well), Guitar (Decent), Violin (Not great). I hope to increase this list one day though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;J. Job Title: Medical Assistant I guess. One day this will be PA. Hopefully one day fairly soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;K. Kids: We are expecting our first in September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;L. Live: We live in Utah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;M. Mom's name: Carolyn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;N. Nicknames: Jen, JC, JK, Sag, jefanga, lots of randoms created by my mom and Adam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;O. Overnight hospital stays: Not since I was born. This will change in September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;P. Pet Peeve: I have too many. The biggest is probably biggoted comments/opinions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Q. Quote from a movie: "Cause I can't sing or dance, hey, yo!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;R. Right or left handed: Right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;S. Siblings: 2 sisters (Aliese &amp;amp; Natalie), 1 brother (Jacob).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;T. Time you wake up: As late as possible...usually sometime between 6 and 7. I am not a morning person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;U. Underwear: White.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;V. Vegetables you dislike: Cauliflower, beets, sometimes brocolli.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;W. What makes you run late: Just being me. I'm pretty consistently a little late for everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;X. X-Rays you've had: Teeth, chest, wrist, ankle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y. Yummy food you make: I don't cook a whole lot but I'm killer good at breakfast and dessert foods. I am decent with meats and pastas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Z. Zoo-favorite animal: Dolphins perhaps...although they don't tend to live at the zoo. Maybe a panda bear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5953684888412981249?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5953684888412981249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5953684888412981249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5953684888412981249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5953684888412981249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/03/abcs-of-me.html' title='ABC&apos;s of Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8889207749723017062</id><published>2011-03-21T00:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:20:59.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A really good reason for the blogging lull...</title><content type='html'>I've been a little bit crappy at blogging lately. But I have a really good reason. Several really. But especially one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, school got really crazy for a while, and sometimes I have to focus on that even though I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, when I have free time, I pretty much just like so spend it with Adam. Because he's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest reason is that I've been really distracted...by this little cutie pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTL1cN6NDvY/TYbqZHzvs5I/AAAAAAAABGk/mxytvm1ixqI/s1600/baby%2Bkay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586410105113392018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTL1cN6NDvY/TYbqZHzvs5I/AAAAAAAABGk/mxytvm1ixqI/s400/baby%2Bkay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Baby Kay. In January we found out we would become parents this September and it's been kind of hard to focus on much else. We are really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible months of vomit and misery really seem to be wrapping up which I really appreciate. In February we got to hear our little one's heart beat and the other day we got to see Baby Kay's cute little body and excellent moving around skills. It's all surreal and so exciting and a little scary and wonderful. So, sometime around September 13th, Baby Kay will make a debut and change our lives for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Side note - I was strongly advised to resign from the Ragnar race.  I really appreciate everyone's support for such an amazing cause, but I'll be a bit beyond 6 months pregnant and need to put our baby's needs first.  If you want me to try to have your donation refunded, let me know.  Thanks**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8889207749723017062?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8889207749723017062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8889207749723017062&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8889207749723017062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8889207749723017062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-good-reason-for-blogging-lull.html' title='A really good reason for the blogging lull...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTL1cN6NDvY/TYbqZHzvs5I/AAAAAAAABGk/mxytvm1ixqI/s72-c/baby%2Bkay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8214395812959316632</id><published>2011-03-10T11:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:44:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckiest=Me</title><content type='html'>Only the very lucky and most blessed women get to have amazingly sweet, compassionate, caring (and way hot and funny and cool) husbands who bring them breakfast in bed on a Thursday. It's not my birthday or our anniversary (it is my sister's...happy anniversary D&amp;amp;A...but I'm pretty sure Adam doesn't know this and that it's completely unrelated). It's not a special Thursday (except the breakfast in bed part...that made it special). Today is just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Adam? Then you know how much he cherishes his sleep. It's hilarious. But he cut back on sleep for me. Today, I got to be reminded how awesome Adam is. This happens a lot, which is super cool. He's a lot better than me...at everthing...and in everyway...seriously. I'm not a downer. I think I'm pretty great actually. But he's so much better! I'm lucky. I'm happy. He's a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more to say. Maybe some other time. This fella seriously deserves endless praise and prizes and glory because he's so fetching wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8214395812959316632?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8214395812959316632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8214395812959316632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8214395812959316632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8214395812959316632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/03/luckiestme.html' title='Luckiest=Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5554604082759633807</id><published>2011-02-16T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:26:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Natalie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iABLx9r8n6o/TVwIGvV0lrI/AAAAAAAABFE/S3wAHqS5VPE/s1600/Natalies%2Bbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574339350658062002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iABLx9r8n6o/TVwIGvV0lrI/AAAAAAAABFE/S3wAHqS5VPE/s400/Natalies%2Bbirthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My "baby" sister Natalie just turned 16. She's driving. It's nuts. Natalie is a really cool girl. She kind of dances to the beat of her own drum and I really admire her for that. She is spunky, smart, artistic, and really sweet. I made a cake for her birthday and Adam and I went to my parents to celebrate the greatest little sister ever. Happy Birthday, Natalie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5554604082759633807?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5554604082759633807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5554604082759633807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5554604082759633807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5554604082759633807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-natalie.html' title='Happy Birthday Natalie!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iABLx9r8n6o/TVwIGvV0lrI/AAAAAAAABFE/S3wAHqS5VPE/s72-c/Natalies%2Bbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3287056124730893143</id><published>2011-02-15T17:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:48:02.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>*someday, I may post the picture I have of our first Valentine's Day together - but I don't have it on this computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK is kind of anti-Valentine's Day.  First, because it's so commercial.  Second, because he's nice to me everyday.  On Valentine's Day, we rocked our usual homemade, heart-shaped mini pizzas.  Adam made these for me on our very first Valentine's Day together (in 2005).  We had an overturned laundry basket as a table.  It was magical.  We have kept the tradition alive (going out is CRAZY busy...we'd rather stay in).  I got him 2 shirts and...some other stuff.  He got me the greatest movie of all time.  He gave me the Anne trilogy.  I have the VHS version (taped off of the PBS marathanne) but I am so so happy to have the DVD's (since we don't usually have our VHS player hooked up).  And the champ even watched it with me.  Winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our Valentine's Day was great (for a Monday), it wasn't that different from any other day (except I got a movie!).  Adam likes to get me random prizes.  So that sometimes happens anyway.  We love making dinner together if we are both home.  And he pretty much always lets me choose the show we watch or activity we do (don't worry, sometimes I choose things he'd prefer).  So, really everyday is kind of Valentine's Day at my house.  Because the champ spoils me rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is the best.  He always asks me, "can I get you anything?" Or similar questions.  He also cleans our toilets.  All the time.  Without being asked.  He does the dishes at least as much as I do.  And he pretty much supports me (both emotionally and financially).  He's got my back and I love him more than anything.  He's hot...really...so attractive.  He's hilarious.  He gets me.  He's sarcastic.  He's a genius (he knows everything...it's kinda nuts).  He is the nicest guy.  I struck gold.  Seriously, I won big.  Adam is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, thanks for being the best husband every single day and not just on Valentine's Day.  You rock my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3287056124730893143?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3287056124730893143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3287056124730893143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3287056124730893143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3287056124730893143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2457781775994373447</id><published>2011-02-04T10:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:14:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelli. Kelltick.  Kelli Genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TUwyN2b9M6I/AAAAAAAABEY/rWr-EnTLzeY/s1600/Scraps-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569882052682920866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TUwyN2b9M6I/AAAAAAAABEY/rWr-EnTLzeY/s400/Scraps-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelli and I grew up together. She is my cousin. My best cousin friend. We played barbies, dug snow caves, played in the river, and played in the teepees. She is hilarious and sarcastic. And (obviously) super pretty. She really is one of my all time favorite people in the whole world. Her dad died of cancer when I was 8. I think she was 5. He was an awesome guy and I am running the relay in his memory. Kelli is in AZ this semester so I've sure missed her at family stuff. Hopefully she comes home soon! Thanks for donating, Kelli! You are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2457781775994373447?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2457781775994373447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2457781775994373447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2457781775994373447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2457781775994373447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/02/kelli-kelltick-kelli-genius.html' title='Kelli. Kelltick.  Kelli Genius.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TUwyN2b9M6I/AAAAAAAABEY/rWr-EnTLzeY/s72-c/Scraps-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-387236128417630656</id><published>2011-02-03T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:11:02.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our protectors</title><content type='html'>My second year at USU, I lived in a bungalo nicknamed the "crack house" (aptly named) with some really cool girls.  And some less cool rodents.  We had a bit of an infestation.  It was revolting.  And our horrible landlord did pretty much nothing about it for months (until one day an exterminator just showed up in my bedroom bright an early, I was still in bed and not exactly dressed for company...awesome).  Ever since then, I've kind of had issues with rodents.  I basically never want to see one ever again. Ever.  Espcially not in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we live in fairly rural area with quite a bit of open space around us.  aka rodent breeding ground.  I have had the misfortune of seeing a mouse run across the road, but luckily, I have never seen one (or any evidence of one) in my house.  And I owe that to the largest cats around.  There are two cats (belonging to neighbors) that roam the neighborhood and keep us all safe from mice.  These cats are domestic house cats but they are massive.  We see them in our yard a lot (one lives next door).  And while I'm not a major cat fan, I LOVE that they are keeping our yard and house pest free.  These cats are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we met this big fella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569534224267995394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TUr13knf6QI/AAAAAAAABD8/oJFUXOnF6Fo/s400/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't do it justice.  It is the biggest cat in the world.  It has a mane!  I am not convinced it's a cat.  It definitely isn't domestic.  It is wiley and has mad skills.  It walked over the the rocks in front of our house and sat on patrol, acting like it owned the place.   Our personal bobcat is seriously the size of a medium sized dog.  I wish I got a closer picture.  And while I might be a little scared of the biggest cat ever (and the neighborhood cats seem to be as well), I welcome him to my home and hope he sticks around.  No mice for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-387236128417630656?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/387236128417630656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=387236128417630656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/387236128417630656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/387236128417630656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-protectors.html' title='Our protectors'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TUr13knf6QI/AAAAAAAABD8/oJFUXOnF6Fo/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5572810088412682026</id><published>2011-01-25T13:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:09:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Truths</title><content type='html'>I know.  Another tag. I am in school now so my life has become a bit boring.  My apologies.  I'll do something cool and noteworthy eventually but for now, a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Truths About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Something you hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a huge fan of my current state of chubby.  I'm working on it.  But it's sure taking a while.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Something you love about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I like my personality and my talents.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself get so chubby?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if I have one of these.  My high school swim coach was a bit of a suck and I sometimes get bugged that I wasted my time swimming for such a creep.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many of these!  I hope to be a PA.  I hope to be a mom.  I hope to go to Greece/Ireland/New Zealand (they're expensive so I'll settle for one).  I hope to be really really happy.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Aliese.  I hope I never have to bury a child.  In my family, with our genes, this is a real fear.  I really hope my kids are healthy and happy and live long and amazing lives.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;Adam.  I know it's obvious but it's so true.  He is so spectacular.  He takes really good care of me and I'm really happy he's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Someone who made your life hell.&lt;br /&gt;The afore mentioned swim coach isn't a bad option for this one.  I also remember really disliking a certain girl because she was such a creep to me and to many others but I won't name names.  Mostly because I'm pretty sure I was that girl to someone else.  I've matured/grown/improved so much since then and I hope the girl who treated me like dirt has too.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Someone you didn't want to let go but just drifted.&lt;br /&gt;I was very close to the family who babysat Aliese and I growing up.  We were quite close for most of my life and their son was one of my best friends.  I haven't really seen or talked to them in almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Someone you need to let go or wish you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Um...I don't really have one.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;br /&gt;Various little talents.  Playing the piano or sewing are the most common probably.  Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Something you never get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't noticed anything really.  I think if I'm not complimented on something it probably doesn't deserve a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;13.  A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days.&lt;br /&gt;Mozart and Beethoven.  Lame.  I know.  But playing the piano is really cathartic for me.  Especially classical music.  And more specifically music I know well so it just flows.&lt;br /&gt;14.  A hero that has let you down.&lt;br /&gt;I have never really seen people I didn't know and admire as heros.  So those I do consider heros would never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Something or someone you couldn't live without, because you've tried living without it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go with Adam on this one too.  I can't help it.  He's a good guy.  I haven't exactly had to live without him.  But I have been sick when he's out of town and it's sure sucky.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;br /&gt;Rodents.  They're no good.  Thankfully I've lived without them ever since I moved out of the crack house in Logan.  I hope to never share a home with a mouse ever ever again.  So gross.&lt;br /&gt;17.  A book you've read that changed your views on something.&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot. To Kill a Mockingbird is a great example though.  It, like most books that have had a big impact on me, shows the importance of being open minded and non judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Your Views on Gay Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one.  I used to be strongly opposed because the church I fully support is strongly opposed.  Then I grew up, went to college, made a lot of friends, and learned a lot about life.  I still fully support the same religion but I think I have opened my mind a lot more.  I know a lot of people who are homosexual.  And I know that I am so happy in my marriage.  It is definitely the most important thing to me.  I think everybody, gay or not, deserves to be blissfully in love and completely happy.  I don't really know if I'd be very happy if I weren't allowed to marry Adam.  Hate is never acceptable.  I don't understand the homosexual lifestyle but I know it isn't my place to judge anybody.  And I think, no matter what, everybody deserves to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;19.  What do you think of religion?  Or what do you think of politics?&lt;br /&gt;I think that they are both important and that they've both cause a lot of people a lot of problems.  I love my religion.  It's really important to me.  It's important for me to have something to believe in and something that gives me hope.  But I don't dislike anybody who doesn't love my religion.&lt;br /&gt;I vote.  I sometimes vote democrat and sometimes republican.  Depends on the situation and what I can most closely identify with in that particular situation. I don't think anybody is right all the time.  I almost always hate (strongly strongly hate) discussing politcs with others because it seems a lot of people are narrow-minded and don't realize there can be several opinions.  I respect the opinions of others.  I expect them to respect my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;I think, regardless of your stand on relgion or politics, it is really important to be accepting of everybody.  Let's all just get along, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;20.  Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;They aren't for me.  They are proven to be harmful to peoples' lives, health, and families.  So I'll stay always stay away.&lt;br /&gt;21.  (scenario)  Your best friend is in a car accident and you too got into a fight an hour before.  What do you do?  Anything I can to help.  I try not to get in fights with my friends though.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Something you wish you hadn't done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit of a bully in my youth.  I don't regret, at all, being harsh or blunt.  But I do wish I would have been a little nicer to people who really could have used it.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have tried out for Into the Woods.  I chose swimming over singing and that was a dumb decision since swimming isn't fun and I'm not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Make a playlist to someone and explain why you chose all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Um...no.  But I once burnt a CD for Adam with a bunch of songs that remind me of him and all the cool stuff we've done together.&lt;br /&gt;25.  The reason you believe you're still alive today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be a mom.  And I'm supposed to help sick kids.  And I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to go on a really long, really amazing trip with my wonderful husband.  I haven't done these things yet so I'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Have you ever thought about giving up on life?  If so, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 years ago I went through a "rough patch" so to speak.  I had a hard time with a lot of things and put the people I love most through hell, I'm sure.  After a couple years, some medication, and some unconditional love, I shook my issues and am a much better person for it.  I wish I could answer no to the above question.  But I'm glad I struggled the way I did because I am a much stronger, happier person because of all of that.&lt;br /&gt;27.  What's the best thing going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My awesome husband and our lovely home.  And we have the beginning and end of grad schools, careers, and kids to look forward to in the near future.  I'm in my prime right now and it's a pretty great place to be.&lt;br /&gt;28.  What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably go to the doctor and buy a crib.  I'm married.  I'm 24.  I'm smart and capable.  I think I could do the mom thing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;29. Something you hope to change about yourself and why?&lt;br /&gt;The chub.  And the change is already in the works!&lt;br /&gt;30.  Favorite holiday and why?  Christmas.  Christmas is magical.  People are nicer and more giving.  We see our loved ones way more.  We get to sing and hear a lot of Christmas music.  And we get to celebrate the birth of our savior.  It's glorious and I just love it.  I'm a little kid about Christmas and I hope I always will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5572810088412682026?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5572810088412682026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5572810088412682026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5572810088412682026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5572810088412682026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-truths.html' title='30 Truths'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8196276477843832038</id><published>2011-01-14T11:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:41:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliese &amp; Darrin and an adorable little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TTCXuBFVMsI/AAAAAAAABDg/eQPbBmA1g0w/s1600/Darrin%2Band%2BAliese%2B-%2BContribution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562112356623135426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TTCXuBFVMsI/AAAAAAAABDg/eQPbBmA1g0w/s400/Darrin%2Band%2BAliese%2B-%2BContribution.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her husband recently made a contribution to my fundraising page.  Aliese knows better than anybody in the world how rough this race will be on my sucky knees.  We Chipmans are tough cookies though.  She also gave me yet another amazing reason to run this race.  (Not that I really need further motivation...but this little girl is so precious).  &lt;a href="http://jessicasmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;This is Jessica&lt;/a&gt;.  She is a distant relative of ours and the daughter of one of Aliese's friends.  Little Jessica is only 4 years old and is battling cancer.  I'm adding her to my list of people I am running in honor or in memory of.  I am primarily running for my late uncle, Dennis Freeman.  But there are too many people close to me (or as cute as this little girl) affected by cancer to limit myself.  Thanks so much for all of your support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8196276477843832038?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8196276477843832038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8196276477843832038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8196276477843832038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8196276477843832038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/01/aliese-darrin-and-adorable-little-girl.html' title='Aliese &amp; Darrin and an adorable little girl'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TTCXuBFVMsI/AAAAAAAABDg/eQPbBmA1g0w/s72-c/Darrin%2Band%2BAliese%2B-%2BContribution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8037642490532710327</id><published>2011-01-04T14:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:45:03.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nichole Luthi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TSOTkr5b9QI/AAAAAAAABDY/T7o2qj7mQPs/s1600/Nichole%2BLuthi%2B-%2Bcontribution%2B2%2B20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558448623573529858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TSOTkr5b9QI/AAAAAAAABDY/T7o2qj7mQPs/s400/Nichole%2BLuthi%2B-%2Bcontribution%2B2%2B20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I stole this picture from Nikki's blog*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki recently made a contribution to my &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/DetermiNation/DNFY10GreatWest/2085636542?px=18746199&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=34234"&gt;fundraiser page&lt;/a&gt; for the American Cancer Society.  I grew up with Nichole around a lot.  She was really good friends with my older sister, Aliese.  She was, quite frankly, the nicest of them all to me and was a really good example to me.  She is so funny and outgoing and has two really cute kids.  She also knows the joint situation in my family quite well and so I assume she has a pretty good idea how difficult this race is going to be for me.  Thanks for your support, Nikki!  I really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8037642490532710327?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8037642490532710327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8037642490532710327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8037642490532710327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8037642490532710327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nichole-luthi.html' title='Nichole Luthi'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TSOTkr5b9QI/AAAAAAAABDY/T7o2qj7mQPs/s72-c/Nichole%2BLuthi%2B-%2Bcontribution%2B2%2B20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1879519336102166298</id><published>2011-01-04T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:09:16.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>I need to get pictures of Christmas from my mom, then I'll do another Christmas post.  But I don't want to wait to long to mention how great my Christmas and New Years holidays were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before Christmas, Adam and I went to the Kay/Taylor/Smith family Christmas party.  We wore our ugly Christmas sweaters.  At first, nobody got the joke and just thought we were weird.  It was pretty funny.  We played games and sat on Santa's lap.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is always spent with the Howard family (Adam's mom and step-dad, Kim).  We always eat crab and other amazing food.  We also play games and share  A LOT of laughs.  The Howard family is &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my parents' house around 11 pm the night of Christmas Eve and chatted and played a little.  Darrin and Aliese come up during Christmas break and stay with my parents and Natalie is still at home.  We decided to stay there again this year because it seems like more fun to wake up Christmas morning with a bigger group rather than just the two of us.  Aliese and I pulled an all nighter while the rest got a bit of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was spent bouncing back and forth between the Chipman and Howard households.  My mom made her tradtional braided cinnamon rolls in the shape of candycanes for breakfast and later made prime rib and yorkshire pudding for Christmas dinner.  We had a chance to talk to my little brother on the phone.  He is serving an LDS mission and we only get to speak for 40 minutes total (this is for the whole family) twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was so fun and Adam and I got some awesome gifts and tons of family time.  Adam got me the accuquilt go cutter...which is basically a fabric die cutter.  I got Adam remote controlled tron light cycles that drive on the walls and a down vest.  There were many more great gifts but those are probably the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was spent at my Grandma and Granpa Freemans' house again.  We go there every year.  We basically ate and played games all night.  We took a brief time out at midnight to celebrate and watch the ball drop.  Then played more games.  We didn't get home until 3:30 am.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year was great.  I got my bachelors degree.  We celebrated our 1st anniversary.  We went on some cool trips including a few rough backpacking excursions.  It was an awesome year.  Hopefully 2011 is even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1879519336102166298?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1879519336102166298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1879519336102166298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1879519336102166298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1879519336102166298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5778808651513271452</id><published>2010-12-30T14:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:58:14.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Contributor: Mary Jo Howard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recently recieved my first contribution to my fundrasing page. I already mentioned that I would be running the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay (with 11 other girls) for the Americal Cancer Society and that I have committed to raising money for their cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to highlight each contributor. It's the least I can do. I really appreciate the willingness to help and donate to such an important foundation and I'd like the opportunity to publicly thank those of you willing to donate. I also want to document each contribution for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will be keeping the amount donated anonymous as any donation is greatly appreciated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first contributor, was my mother-in-law, Mary Jo Howard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556596171592577586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TRz-xygSMjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/7t5Enld9aUA/s400/Mary%2BJo%2B-%2Bcontribution%2B1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks, Mary Jo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**if you'd like to donate to the American Cancer Society, click the link on the top of the right sidebar. It's really easy and can help so many people!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5778808651513271452?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5778808651513271452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5778808651513271452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5778808651513271452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5778808651513271452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-contribution-mary-jo-howard.html' title='First Contributor: Mary Jo Howard'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TRz-xygSMjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/7t5Enld9aUA/s72-c/Mary%2BJo%2B-%2Bcontribution%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1799436440459052219</id><published>2010-12-30T11:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:15:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag...what can I say, I kinda like them.</title><content type='html'>1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;7:05. Adam and I aren't morning people. We actually stayed at my mom's house last night because of the blizzard, though.  My parents were super nice and cleaned our cars off for us!&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;Medium. Sometimes medium rare. Depends on who's cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;The Fighter. It's the movie about Micky Ward. Adam is a HUGE boxing fan.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls, Friends, and Glee.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Probably somewhere smallish in Utah (done and done). I don't like huge crowds but I like staying fairly close to my family.&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Two clementine oranges...around 10:00 am. I can't eat early or I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;I love pasta. It's part of why I'm the chubby kid. I'm also a big fan of Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower is gross. So are beets.  I also have had some pretty bad experiences with Peruvian food.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Maddox. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Cheese, balsamic, or creamy tomatillo depending on the salad.&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;2009 Toyota Corolla.&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Sweats. Specifically my soft, grey, stretchy pants with my t-shirt hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Greece is number one on the list. Ireland is number two. I also want to do some humanitarian work is south america or africa someday.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a new cup?&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I want to do the old people "two house thing" and we would live up here-ish for half the year and then somewhere warmer...maybe AZ...during the colder months.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;If it's a weekday, I like 4:12 pm. Weekends, I like 9:43 pm. Just for looking at, I like sunset.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cross Hospital in SLC, UT.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Gymnastics. Maybe water polo. If I'm there, I love "ball sports"...especially football. I also am really learning to appreciate boxing.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really doing this in true "tag" fashion...so maybe no one.&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;Same situation...probably no one.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. I like reading other people's tags. Occasionally you learn something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird Watcher?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it. Hate birds.&lt;br /&gt;23. Are a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;I am such a night person! I get really hyper and fun/obnoxious. I am not very fun to be around in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;24. Pets?&lt;br /&gt;I wish. Probably never though.&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news that you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;I got some cool sewing stuff for Christmas! I graduated last May! I start applying to grad school soon!&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;A mom. A teacher. A doctor. An artist. All sorts.&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many. I had an amazing childhood. Most involve my family, the cabin, or my first babysitter Geri.&lt;br /&gt;28. Apparently somebody didn't approve of #28...?&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness! I sure dig my husband.  We've been married for a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;Almost always. The only time I don't is in Adam's truck. I always used to but he kind of teased me about it when we were first dating (ie...you don't trust my driving skills?) and I kind of got in the habit of not wearing it in his truck when he drove. Silly. I usually wear it in his truck now though, the habbit is nearly broken.&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Many. But not all my fault or while I was driving. Luckily none recently though.&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;Too many probably. People who try to talk to me while I am on the phone. People who make me feel guilty/weird for doing what I want. People who don't use their blinkers. People who eat gross. Kitchen counters that aren't clean. Being wet...or having to touch cold, wet things.&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese. I am a cheese fan. (note the chubby).&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Tulips. Gardenias. Orchids.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Lindt white chocolate truffles or red sour patch kids. Otherwise, I'm not really a candy fan.&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Apollo. Taco Bell. McD's. In that order.&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;Zero. I'm the champ. I did an amazing parallel parking job...sheer luck. I couldn't duplicate that effort again for many years.&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;AK. My phone battery is dead from sleeping at my mom's and not going home to my charger so I've been emailing him back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of maxing out a credit card terrifys me! (so, none)&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;Is deciding to sleep at my mom's spontaneous? No? Oh. Sometimes AK and I pack up and go somewhere for the weekend or go on a random hike or something. But not for the past couple months.&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;I like it okay. It's a decent job with good people. I've been here for over 4 years...and now that I have degree I feel like I should make more or do something more important. When done with grad school, I think I will really love my job though.&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;Ew. I tolerate now it but it seriously used to make me gag.&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon to PEI. Amazing.  I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;Adam.&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers chatting amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Grey. Blue. Pink. Probably in that order.  Or combined.&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have &amp;amp; what are they?&lt;br /&gt;None. I never will. But I would get one on the toe next to my big toe if I could/would.&lt;br /&gt;48. Coffee drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Next to never. I have in my lifetime enjoyed some coffee stuff that tastes mostly like chocolate milk. But pretty much never.&lt;br /&gt;49. How many children do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Zero. Maybe some day. We plan to have 1-3 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird that it ends at 49?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1799436440459052219?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1799436440459052219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1799436440459052219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1799436440459052219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1799436440459052219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/tagwhat-can-i-say-i-kinda-like-them.html' title='A Tag...what can I say, I kinda like them.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6041808852914093473</id><published>2010-12-29T15:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:58:09.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents' Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TRu8HgSB7LI/AAAAAAAABDI/MKF8uPPWvdk/s1600/Mom%2Band%2BDad%2BAnniversary%2B29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556241402402303154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TRu8HgSB7LI/AAAAAAAABDI/MKF8uPPWvdk/s400/Mom%2Band%2BDad%2BAnniversary%2B29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These crazy cats (my parents, not Adam &amp;amp; I, or Katie &amp;amp; Lyv) got married 29 years ago today. And boy am I glad they did! If not for the events 29 years ago, I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't have the rad family I have. They have done a spectacular job raising us and keeping us close to each other and our savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary, Mom &amp;amp; Dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6041808852914093473?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6041808852914093473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6041808852914093473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6041808852914093473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6041808852914093473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-parents-anniversary.html' title='My Parents&apos; Anniversary.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TRu8HgSB7LI/AAAAAAAABDI/MKF8uPPWvdk/s72-c/Mom%2Band%2BDad%2BAnniversary%2B29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6551913208411644714</id><published>2010-12-15T16:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:07:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least my tetanus shots are all up to date...</title><content type='html'>I'm clumsy.  This is no secret.  I'm known to be a bit accident prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***note...those who get mildly queezey at the sight/thought of injury...don't read this (or don't look at the picture (Hailey, this warning is mostly for you)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was cutting a roll and thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why stop there?  Why not just cut my finger a little?   &lt;/span&gt;Ok.  That part isn't true (the roll part is...just not the thinking part which I've so cleverly italisized).  But I did cut my finger...I just didn't really intend to.  So now I'm rocking a very cute bandaid on my left pointer finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking...not really a noteworthy injury and definitely not needing a tetanus shot.  Granted.  Don't worry...there's more.  So, I took this morning off work to get some Christmas time glory done.  Included in this was sewing the annual matching Christmas pajama pants for Adam and myself.  Now I'm  no seamstress (which is why I shall use the non-word "sew-er") but I'm  a decent sew-er (not to be pronounced sewer).  I make pajama pants every year for the two of us.  I've been sewing since I was a little girl.  I made our Christmas stockings, MANY quilts, and loads of other stuff with no incident.  But sometimes, paying attention isn't really my thing.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while sewing, I sewed right through my finger (Right birdie if you're curious).  The sewing machine needle entered through my finger nail and then came out the other side (as pictured below).  After mumbling some much merited "s words" (don't judge...or do...I guess I don't care), I decided to remove the foreign body.  I tried sending it back out the way it entered, pulling it all the way though, engaging the use of other objects (i.e. tweezers) to aid in my endeavor.  Fail.  On all counts.  It hurt a little when it first happened but after messing with it for about twenty minutes or so it hurt kind of a lot.  Like a mother as some may put it (sans naught "f word" I don't say that swear...just eh "s word").  I tried calling Adam (just to tell him of my championship in grace).  No answer.  So, I called my mom.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She taught home-ec&lt;/span&gt; - I thought&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - this has had to have happened to one of her students at some point!&lt;/span&gt;  And I was right.  But it came out fairly easily when her student sewed through her finger.  She told me to go the to dr.  I texted Adam something a little dramatic to freak him out and make him call me back fast.  It worked.  He left work for a spell and came and took me to the dr. (maybe I didn't really need the ride but it was nice to have a good fellow by my side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exhibit A*&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it looks painful...but I believe it was.  That is blood, not nail polish (on my finger...it's definitely nail polish on my toes which look freakishly tiny at this camera angle) and that was after a little rinseroo. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I forgot to mention, once it entered, it broke off and the broken end kind of got trapped in/around/under my fingernail...which is why it's hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, pardon the crappy photo.  It's a cell phone picture and I was a little distraught at the time.  I tried to call/text work to tell them I wouldn't be making it and I got no response.  So I sent them this picture so they knew I wasn't faking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQlT-0U25_I/AAAAAAAABCg/YMBVbfmK2ak/s1600/2010-12-15%2B13.10.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQlT-0U25_I/AAAAAAAABCg/YMBVbfmK2ak/s400/2010-12-15%2B13.10.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551060354373969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side note:  while at the doctor's office, the MA went to put the oximeter on my previously mention, purple bandaged left pointer.  Then she and Adam had a good laugh at me.  Haha!  Clumsy old Jen, always good for a laugh (like crazy old Maurice...name it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice, old, southern doctor injected some Lidocaine into the old third digit (or is it second...do you count the thumb?...I forget).  This hurt.  There's a lot going on in the finger tip!  Then he removed the foreign body.  Hip hip!  Next was the tetanus shot for good measure.  I did the old "tense-up-to-prepare-so-it-doesn't-hurt-so-much" that I learned from childhood shots (and from the previously mentioned injected Lidocaine which was hurty).  I felt nothing.  Maybe I remember shots hurting worse than normal, the tetanus shot really is practically un-feelable, or the stabbing pain in the right birdie was making the rest of my body invinsible (proabably all three).  I felt kind of like a dork for doing the "tense-up-to-prepare-so-it-doesn't-hurt-so-much".  Nonetheless.  I was ship shape and back out the door good as new...plus, now I'm sporting 3 band-aids which is awesome and kind of makes me feel like I'm six (which is also awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right arm is starting to get a little sore from the tetanus shot.  Kind of like I recently lifted some weights which certainly isn't the case.  And I'm typing like a newb even though I'm normally a fairly proficient "typist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, the pajama pants still lie, unfinished, in the sewing machine (sans needle).  I might take a little break from sewing and make my mom or sister finish for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, the next time I'm asked, "have you had a tetanus shot in the last five years?"  I don't have to say "I don't know...probably not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember that time I took FOREVER to say that I sewed through my finger and here's a picture?  Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6551913208411644714?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6551913208411644714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6551913208411644714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6551913208411644714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6551913208411644714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-least-my-tetanus-shots-are-all-up-to.html' title='At least my tetanus shots are all up to date...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQlT-0U25_I/AAAAAAAABCg/YMBVbfmK2ak/s72-c/2010-12-15%2B13.10.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7085614742188238363</id><published>2010-12-13T11:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:35:42.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQZneBClR2I/AAAAAAAABCY/nNWqP9A3pn0/s1600/Shutterfly%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550237356153718626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQZneBClR2I/AAAAAAAABCY/nNWqP9A3pn0/s400/Shutterfly%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQZkx6vRo9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/AqyXWWrmm6w/s1600/CHIRSTMAS%2BCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the Christmas cards we ordered (for free!) from Shutterfly this year. I think they're kinda cute! Aliese took our pictures while we were goofing around at my Grandma's house on Thanksgiving. They should be ready to roll just in time for Christmas. They'll be here any day and then I'll be sending them out. So if you want one you've only got a few days left to get your address to me. Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7085614742188238363?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7085614742188238363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7085614742188238363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7085614742188238363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7085614742188238363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQZneBClR2I/AAAAAAAABCY/nNWqP9A3pn0/s72-c/Shutterfly%2BChristmas%2BCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6992729597378011148</id><published>2010-12-09T12:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:32:16.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Relay - Wasatch Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQEq-jxq2MI/AAAAAAAABCA/UpSEddj0MHM/s1600/ragnar%2Brelay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQEq-jxq2MI/AAAAAAAABCA/UpSEddj0MHM/s400/ragnar%2Brelay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548763470140987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird...why would Jen, not a runner, be blogging about the Wasatch Back Relay.  Weird indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to run it!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, Jen, don't you know you can't really run because you have crap joints, destroyed knees, and nerdy kid asthma? &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, I know that.  This is for an amazing cause though.  So, for the next 6 months.  I am a runner.  I can do hard things especially if I know it's going to benefit so many people in the long run (plus, I'm about due for another knee surgery so I may as well squeeze this in first, right?).  I (and the team of girls I am running with) am running the Ragnar Relay on behalf of the American Cancer Society.   We've each pledged to raise a bunch of money for their fantastic cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been affected by cancer.  My family line is riddled with it.  I've lost many family members to cancer and am lucky enough to be surrounded by cancer survivors.  Even Adam and I have had "pre-cancerous" cells removed (lifeguard-sunblock=skin cancer).  I have decided to run this race in honor (you get to select one person to run in their memory) of my uncle, Dennis.  He was an incredible man who fought brain cancer and left a young wife and three very young children behind when he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, Jen, cancer sure does suck.  I wish I could help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, you can!  Click &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/DetermiNation/DNFY10GreatWest/2085636542?px=18746199&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=34234"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to save lives!  I know times are tough but imagine how much tougher it is on families paying for a loved one's cancer treatments.  The team I am on has committed to raise $3,000 for the American Cancer Society and we could really use your help.  If you can donate even $5 click the link above and make a donation.  The link takes you directly to my personal fundraising page and there is an option on the right (you can't miss it) to donate.  And if you know anybody who might be interested please pass this along.  Mention it on you blog, or on your facebook, or in person.  Spread the word.  Help me help others.  If I can run from Logan to Park City (in a relay...not all alone) on these crappy knees, you can click a couple links, donate a couple dollars, and save a couple lives, right?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6992729597378011148?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6992729597378011148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6992729597378011148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6992729597378011148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6992729597378011148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/ragnar-relay-wasatch-back.html' title='Ragnar Relay - Wasatch Back'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TQEq-jxq2MI/AAAAAAAABCA/UpSEddj0MHM/s72-c/ragnar%2Brelay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-10720774543065015</id><published>2010-12-07T14:35:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:48:41.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and Boxing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of our (and by "our" I mean "Adam's" favorite sports!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month ago (yes a month), we went to St. George and Las Vegas. I know. I'm a suck. There's pictures though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, We went to the Greg Fernley Invitational to watch the little sister swim. She did quite well and got best times in most of her events. We also got some fun family time in. My parents, Adam, and I all crashed at Aliese and Darrin's for the night.  I stole these pictures directly from my sister's blog.  I didn't want to re-scrap them and they were already cute.  Maybe some day I'll change the text...since it's in her voice...maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058135608807266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6per4tz2I/AAAAAAAABBs/uvlNrz7Bsx8/s400/Fernley%2BInv%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548058065687225362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6panaHJBI/AAAAAAAABBk/uAuYcPhUr-k/s400/Fernley%2BInv%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the swim meet, we went off to Las Vegas.  Adam has always wanted to see live boxing and found some sweet tickets.  They were back row but a screaming deal.  The deal got even better when we were told that our section had been closed and that we were being upgraded to $400 per seat tickets.  Delightful!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057989016720562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6pWJycFLI/AAAAAAAABBc/yH_CHD5QImA/s400/Boxing%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057899018866930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6pQ6hR0PI/AAAAAAAABBU/ZliF5ZVeLqQ/s400/Boxing%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057779251976434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6pJ8WoGPI/AAAAAAAABBM/6rZ6wLZqB8U/s400/Boxing%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548057677013044706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6pD_e9zeI/AAAAAAAABBE/n_pCgKPxwe8/s400/Boxing%2B4.jpg" /&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/5108845784069913131-10720774543065015?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/10720774543065015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=10720774543065015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/10720774543065015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/10720774543065015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/12/swimming-and-boxing.html' title='Swimming and Boxing!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TP6per4tz2I/AAAAAAAABBs/uvlNrz7Bsx8/s72-c/Fernley%2BInv%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7837216833896045321</id><published>2010-11-30T14:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:13:15.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I once had the opporunity to live with a really rad group of girls. One of them, whom I &lt;em&gt;highly &lt;/em&gt;admire, doesn't get to live with her husband for a little bit. They both had amazing opportunities in different locations. I can't even imagine what that would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I am grateful for so many things in my life, I think I am most grateful to be able to live with my everything. With grad school and work situations heading our way, I am aware there is a chance this won't be always be the case. That'll suck. But for now, I have him here with me and I get to see him every day. I am lucky. Because I don't think I am as tough as my friend (or as smart or cool...really, she's pretty spectacular)...at least not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I grateful to get to spend so much time with sir Kay. I'm grateful that we &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to spend to much time together. I can never get enough. Seriously. Ever. My Adam-time needs are never fully satiated. He is so cool and funny. And he will play rock band with me for hours or watch stupid movies. What a champ. If you know me well, you know I don't feel this way about many people...at all. I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for A LOT of amazing family. My family is hands down the greatest family ever. We are so close and we do so much together. I love having siblings and cousins as best friends. Adam's family is also incredible and I am really glad to be one of them. I really could mention each family member individually but they know how I feel...and most of you probably wouldn't read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be done with some school and to have the opportunity to go to even more. Really, I hate school. But I'm grateful to be in the financial and intellectual situations to be able to fully pursue my ambitions. I am also grateful that Adam has been gracious enough to put his own dreams on hold while I work to acheive mine. He really is the tops (are you getting the sense that I dig him?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my religion and Savior, for my beautiful home, and for decent health...considering the circumstances. I'm grateful for my perspective. I used to be pretty narrow minded, judgemental, and self-righteous. I am ashamed of that. But I can say, with great confidence, that I have come a long way and that I am a very tolerant and open-minded person...which I like. My life isn't perfect. (Note: I didn't say I was grateful for my chub...but I guess I can be grateful I'm not any fatter than I am). It is pretty great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7837216833896045321?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7837216833896045321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7837216833896045321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7837216833896045321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7837216833896045321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6908692952165138772</id><published>2010-11-23T10:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:38:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterfly</title><content type='html'>Last year, I planned on making my own Christmas Cards. They were going to be really cute. But I never got around to it. This year, in an effort to actually get Christmas cards done, I will be using Shutterfly. I've seen this promotion on many other sites and finally decided to look into . I'm pretty dang glad I did. They are doing a promotion for bloggers (as most of you have probably already seen). All you need to do is fill out an application form found &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. You'll be required to post about Shutterfly and then you'll be given a code to get 50 free Christmas Cards. Awesome, right? If you don't have your own blog you can always buy their cards, click &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check out all their cute Christmas cards options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorites:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545087204046855266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TPQbbtXG3GI/AAAAAAAABAY/olmiL0VXwZU/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545086917350048114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TPQbLBVQwXI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rzBXrf1NNnE/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545086509655114866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TPQazSjNxHI/AAAAAAAABAI/SDUDyzJ1IBU/s400/STATIONERYCARD_5x5-31046-2935-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1288741736000116313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way Cute...huh? In looking at their site further, I also saw that they have a ton of other stuff that I'll totally use in the future. They have &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;customizable photo calendars &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books"&gt;photo books &lt;/a&gt;(something I've been planning to do with my blog posts but haven't yet). And if you don't already have an account, they give you a free order fo 4x6 pictures when you sign up...so it's kind of a double whammy. I highly suggest it. My sister has already ordered her Christmas Cards and they are really cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6908692952165138772?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6908692952165138772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6908692952165138772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6908692952165138772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6908692952165138772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterfly.html' title='Shutterfly'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TPQbbtXG3GI/AAAAAAAABAY/olmiL0VXwZU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1730237361555616298</id><published>2010-11-08T13:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:54:53.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Catch up</title><content type='html'>My October blogging is quite lacking...but October was pretty fun filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to watch Lyv one Saturday and our sister in law, Lindsey invited us to go to the zoo.  It was really fun to take all the kids and help Lindsey out a little (it would have been rough to have all three all alone).  In the middle picture is Katelyn, Alyvia, and Max. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312662048742914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TNh8hzewHgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vIh_E8DwBWw/s400/hogle+zoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following week, we watched Lyv again and decided to take her to the cornmaze.  While we were there, we saw a rock wall and Lyv wanted to climb it.  She LOVED this and had a surprisingly easy time getting up the wall.  She was much faster than the 10-12 ish year old girls climbing on the other side!  She is super athletic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312604360840258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TNh8eck4lEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/v6w7WYlm67o/s400/Cornmaze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my mom's birthday, I made her an atumnal birthday cake (bottom left).  I thought it turned out well.  I especially like the piping.  I didn't have time to dust off the cornstartch to it's a bit powdery but still pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany and Kody came over the next weekend (as did, Lyv, my mom, my dad, and Natalie...full house) and wanted help making a cake for their family's fall birthdya get together.  I think it's really cute and I love the 2 toned leaves and acorns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312547868290722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TNh8bKIArqI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ETBwiaouX2A/s400/birthday+Cakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November is already off to a roaring start and I already have a bunch of pictures to post...but that will have to wait.  I hope you all had a fun Halloween!  We were Jessie and Woody (no pictures) and we carved some cute pumpkins...mine was a flamingo (also no pictures).  Now that we're finally feeling good again, I'll be a bit better at the posting...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1730237361555616298?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1730237361555616298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1730237361555616298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1730237361555616298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1730237361555616298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-catch-up.html' title='October Catch up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TNh8hzewHgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vIh_E8DwBWw/s72-c/hogle+zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5843513958703410880</id><published>2010-11-02T15:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:46:27.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when the Kays get sick</title><content type='html'>...that's right...big fat nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done a lot of cool stuff and have been way busy...I even took pictures to prove it. But I'm too sick to. Sorry. I'm starting to feel a lot better so I'll get a legit post with pictures and all put on here really soon. For now, I'll keep going to sleep as soon as I get home from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5843513958703410880?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5843513958703410880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5843513958703410880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5843513958703410880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5843513958703410880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-what-happens-when-kays-get-sick.html' title='This is what happens when the Kays get sick'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5139874616872222316</id><published>2010-10-01T18:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:36:25.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody puts Baby in the corner</title><content type='html'>I'm a little behind on the blogging...so I'll start with our Labor Day trip to Amethyst.  We backpacked and stayed one night.  In future I think we'll stay two or more.  It's really long hike and a really beautiful area...you really need more time (that's a lot of really's in one sentence).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7QWN4sUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YeCkUK4gr2Q/s1600/Amethyst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7QWN4sUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YeCkUK4gr2Q/s400/Amethyst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523237513788436802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Adam's birthday.  I know I pretty much already blogged about it.  It was stellar.  I just didn't post the two measly pictures I got of all the festivities.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7L-BbrkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YOOgoggWuhU/s1600/Adam%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7L-BbrkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YOOgoggWuhU/s400/Adam%27s+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523237438574276162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our lovely new curtains.  I finally finished them and I am totally pleased with how they turned out.  I also made two of the pillows one the couch (the green pleated one and the tan neck roll).  I'll eventually make two more.  We'll see how long that takes.  My house is looking really cute and fall-ey and thanks to our fall decorations and our curtains it's finally slightly less beige.  I'm totally pleased with it.  Now all we need is our new tv (which we have been saving best buy gift cards for...we have about 10 now)...and maybe an accent wall...we'll see.  The tv console even has a fireplace in it...so cozy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7HhUQs4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/k6a36X9dUrM/s1600/Living+Room+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7HhUQs4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/k6a36X9dUrM/s400/Living+Room+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523237362149143426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture is a before picture because we recently (today) moved stuff a tiny bit to make way for Jacob's new piano.  The little brother was gifted this beauty (slight exaggeration) from a family on his mission...no not from Elton John.  He was stoked so he sent it home and I shall babysit it until he comes to claim it.  I really didn't want to ditch a section of the biggest couch in the history of couches (which I was pretty sure we would have to do).  I was pleased as punch when I saw that it was on the smaller side for a baby grand and that I could just squeeze it into the corner (thus the title...baby blue...baby grand...in a corner?...c'mon, that's funny!).  Adam thinks it's an eye sore. He might be right.  Even the movers mentioned that it doesn't really "go" with the room.  It doesn't.  But I'm totally thrilled for my brother and I'm happy to have a piano to play for the next little while (once it's tuned of course).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ-N7foMGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dbBNCt8Q1PY/s1600/Living+Room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ-N7foMGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dbBNCt8Q1PY/s400/Living+Room+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523240770790240354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5139874616872222316?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5139874616872222316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5139874616872222316&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5139874616872222316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5139874616872222316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/10/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html' title='Nobody puts Baby in the corner'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKZ7QWN4sUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YeCkUK4gr2Q/s72-c/Amethyst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6392549685012437940</id><published>2010-09-27T15:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:35:37.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKEJvrSIYFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nUmyzkswWiY/s1600/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521705332810211410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKEJvrSIYFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nUmyzkswWiY/s400/adam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My handsome Adam is 28 today. He is the absolute best. Because I like him so much, his festivities lasted all weekend...and will get a reprise in 2 weeks when his dad is in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Olive Garden and games, Adam's favorite (it's really really not, but I like it!), with Brian and Megan. The staff people sang to him which he loathes. But we still had a ton of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Some family time then Maddox in Brigham City (3 hour round trip). We do it every birthday. It's so worth the drive. Especially since we love drives anway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: The Howard side of Adam's family came over. We ate pizza, red cake (made by Mary Jo...best red cake ever), and sugar cookies (made by me, also the best ever...recipe from my sister). It was so much fun to have his family over (all but Taylor, who's friend/roommate was the 22 yr old rock climber who fell 80 ft...way sad, Taylor was at the hospital with him). A few had never even seen our house. We're dorky and never invite people over. We just figure there's an open invitation and people will invite themselves. They rarely do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Adam's real birthday: lunch at Haagerman's then Tepanyaki for dinner with Mary Jo, Kim, Tyson (whose birthday is tomorrow), Bree, and Lyv (lots of eating out, huh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of my best friend on his special day, here are 28 things I love about my 28 year old husband:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Adam is SO funny. He has a quirky clever kind of wit. He always makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Adam is really really nice. He isn't at all judgemental and he helps people out...even if he doesn't really like them so much (a rarity in Adam land).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Adam is a genius. Seriously. I think I'm pretty smart but Adam knows so much more about EVERYTHING than I do. He's probably in the top 5 of all time smartest people I have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Adam is driven and always follows through with whatever he sets his mind to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Adam is patient. I am not. At all. It's amazing to me. He'll go to the fabric store with me and just stand around and give his approval of various patterns (granted, it may be half heartedly) for hours. He doesn't really get annoyed with me or with anybody (including our 4 year old neices).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Adam is extremely loyal. To his family, to me, his friends, his favorite sports teams, and even to his less than beloved job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Adam does chores. He washes the toilets more than I do. He does the dishes about as often. He does laundry, vacuums, cleans, whatev. He doesn't just sit there while I clean our house. He helps me so so much. The only thing he doens't do is sweep...and not because he's unwilling, it's just the one chore he's not so good at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Adam sacrifices a lot. He has worked at a job he doesn't like and put off his plans for grad school so I can go to grad school first (hopefully). He bought our house mostly because of how much I love it. He always gives things up for others whether it be time, money, energy. Anything really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Adam doesn't baby me. He knows I am independent and capable and he respects my abilities. I don't really like being babied or pampered. He does open the occasional difficult jar for me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Adam is so attractive. He's very fit and tall and just really really hot.&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;11. Adam is a family man. He loves his family SO much. And I know he'll be a great dad.&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;12. An extension of #11...Adam is close to, and respects his mother. He treats her so well and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's definitely been carried over into our relationship. He treats women like gold.&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;13. Another extension...more of #12. Adam is very chivalrous. He always opens the door. He always wants to pay (I occasionally beat him out, much to his dissatisfaction). He's just really considerate and good.&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;14. Adam can be sarcastic. While Adam is a purely kind person, he can be sarcastic and participate in a bit of mockery with me. I really needed a guy who had a bit of an edge. He has one. And I love it.&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;15. Adam believes in me. He thinks I'm talented and believes that I'll get into grad school and one day be a PA like I want to be. He praises me when I need it and encourages me.&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;16. Adam does things I like. I do things he likes. We trade. He'll watch crappy girl movies or play sing star for hours. And when I do things he likes, he acknowledges that I may not like them so much and is super nice.&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;17. Adam gets along with my family. He and Aliese maybe didn't always get along...but that was high school. Now they get along great. He and my brother are quite friendly and Adam's been kind enough to allow me to allow Jacob's giant piano to live in our house even though there is barely room for it...just so I can play the piano and Jacob can have a place to store it. Adam's really patient with Natalie and talks to her about books and such. He even gets along with my extended family...I'm beginning to think many of them prefer him over me even.&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;18. Adam goes slow for me. When we're hiking, biking, running, whatev. He'll just go slow and not really even mind it. I'm not so speedy but I like doing stuff so I like that he'll just wait for me because he likes being with me.&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;19. Adam dresses well. He is a classy guy. I never have to worry about thinking, "really, you're gonna wear that?" Really he probably thinks that about me sometimes!&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;20. Adam lets me do what I want. I know this might sound kind of weird but I know a lot of guys who very tightly control their wives and it makes me sad. Some aren't allowed to go to school, have a strict grocery budget, and pretty much have to ask permission to spend money or see their friends or family. I do what I want. If I issue a courtesy asker, he tells me to do what I want and that I don't have to ask him. It's pretty nice.&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;21. Adam is good at playing. He's so cute with our neices and nephew and he's happy to play their imaginary games. He's a really good dinosaur...he'll make noises, crawl around. It's awesome.&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;22. Adam is proud of me. He brags about me and doesn't gripe to his family or coworkers about me (at least I'm pretty sure he doesn't). He probably talks me up more than I deserve.&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;23. Adam married me in the temple. In the Logan temple at that. I know this is a big sacrifice but it merrits it's own mention. You're probably saying that getting married in the temple is not a sacrifice but a blessing. It's true. It's an amazing blessing. But when the people you are closest to aren't allowed to see you get married...it becomes a sacrifice. A huge one. And then to ask said cared for people to drive two hours just to sit outside...HUGE sacrifice. I'll always feel really bad that many members of his family (some of my very favorite ones) couldn't be there. We waited to exchange rings until later. I know it isn't the same. But I am really grateful that Adam loved me enough to marry me in the temple rather than civily with a "one year plan" in mind. I really really appreciate it and I can't even begin to understand how hard it was for him.&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;24. Adam is humble. Maybe too humble. He doesn't know how amazing he is. And when he has mastered a major accomplishment he totally downplays it. He's not one to brag about himself.&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;25. Adam is a little shy at first. I think it's adorable. It always kind of catches me off guard because he's SO NOT SHY around people who know him.&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;26. Adam is tough. He's really strong. Much strong than his wirey frame suggests. And he has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amazing endurance. When he's injured (ie. broken big toe while dirtbiking) he pretty much ignores it (ie. run 16.5 miles 2 weeks later). Tough!&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;27. Adam is a good friend. He is always there for his friends. He'll drop anything to help and will listen and give advice like a champ. And he's extremely trustworthy.&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;28. Adam love me. He somehow manages to put up with the my quirks (I'll call them quirks to make them sounds endearing...but really I should probably say annoyances). I never get on his nerves. He never gets on my nerves. I am amazed that he can even stand me but he loves me so much. And I sure glad.&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;There are so many things I love about Adam. He's the best ever and I appreciate him so much. &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;Thanks for being born 28 years ago so you could marry me and be my everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6392549685012437940?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6392549685012437940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6392549685012437940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6392549685012437940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6392549685012437940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TKEJvrSIYFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/nUmyzkswWiY/s72-c/adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8233467456803508002</id><published>2010-09-20T09:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:59:47.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a tag instead?</title><content type='html'>I have plenty of posts/pictures that I am behind on updating. We went to amethyst two weeks ago. I'll add those pics soon, promise. I also finally finished sewing our curtains. They aren't super fancy or anything but curtains are boring and I've had so many more fun sewing projects that I keep putting off the curtains...but now they are done and look amazing and my living room is a bit less beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, because it takes time to upload pictures (not a lot, I know...I'm a dork) and I have to be at home, which I am not (I'm on hold with an insurance company...a common occurance at work), I'll just do this tag so that my neglected blog is at least updated in some form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A little tidbit: Today is the 6th anniversary of my first date with the greatest Adam Kay who I knew would eventually become my husband. It was blissful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What bill do you hate paying the most? That would be the HOA. Adam actually pays this bill but I sure don't like it. Especially when we have ugly overgrown bushes that they neglect. I don't mind it as much in the winter because I sure don't like shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you miss being a child? In many ways I do. I was a really free spirit...kind of fearless. I entertained myself and didn't have a care in the world. I was also more playful. I'm still a little childish so I don't miss my youth terribly, but I do miss being fearless and carefree. I also kind of miss having somebody else do all the sucky chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chore you hate the most? I actually like doing most chores...especially if I have a day off. I like to do all my cleaning in one big rush. But I really hate cleaning the pans/dishes after making dinner. I just spent all that time making dinner...why should I spend more time in the kitchen cleaning? Hate it. Luckily, Adam usually takes care of this for me. He's a good fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? Well, Adam and I are pretty much the most romantic couple ever and every single dinner we've ever eaten is romantic. Uh...just kidding. It was probably at home. I don't really know/remember. We sure love each other a lot but we really just aren't that "romantic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be? I would have tried out for &lt;em&gt;Into the Woods&lt;/em&gt; my senior year of high school and not cared so much about being a good swim team captain because my efforts weren't really appreciated, the coach was pure scum, and I really didn't love swimming that much. I would have had a lot more fun being in &lt;em&gt;Into the Woods&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name of your first grade teacher. Her name is Mrs. England. She was lovely. One time we were instructed to write a short story. In part of mine, I used the word "so" but spelled it "soooooooooo" for dramatic effect. She did not enjoy that. I have really bad allergies, always have. This usually results in very watery eyes. So while Mrs. Englad sweetly told me to ditch the extra "o"s (I was allowed to keep 3...my word seriously took up most the page), my eyes were watering and I was sniffling. So she apologized and felt terribly bad. I tried to tell her I was fine. That same year we dabbled in the Italian language (ALPS = blissfully nerdy kids), I was in a musical involving many fairy tales, and a bird peed on me. I've hated birds and loved musicals ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you really want to be doing right now? I'd like to be at home working on the quiet book I'm making. Or spending time with AK...if he were allowed to leave work and galavant around with me.  That'd be swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What did you want to be when you grew up? A mom, a teacher, or an artist. Apparently "PA" never crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many colleges did you attend? So far 3. SLCC, USU, Uof U. Hopefully we can keep it at 3 and the U will let me into their grad program. If not, hopefully I'll be given the chance to make it 4. Otherwise, I'm kinda screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why did you choose the shirt you have on right now? Well, it's a little nerdy. I'm wearing the outfit I wore on my first date with Adam (six years ago today). This is the first time I've worn this outfit on our first date anniversary, but I was feeling nostalgic. The red shirt/blue jacket combo is now a bit snug. I had the freshman -15 rather than the freshman 15 at the time. I've more than made up for that now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your thoughts on gas prices? They are fine. I disliked them when they were above $4 /gallon and I drove a horrible, gas guzzling truck. But my little corolla is quite efficient and I pretty much don't consider the price of gas. There's nothing I can do about it. I work quite far from where I live, thus, I must drive regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning? ALREADY!? I don't like to wake up. Ever. But last night I stayed up until 3 am crafting because I couldn't sleep (my dad, brother, and I are all insomniacs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last thought before going to sleep last night? I'm bummed that the weekend is over. It went by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with? I think I'd rather just have dinner with Adam. I like him better than some famous person I've never met.  Or my friends or family.  They aren't famous but I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever crashed your vehicle? Not my current vehicle...hopefully I never do. But I have crashed many other vehicles. None of which were technically mine. I totalled my sisters neon shortly after obtaining my lisence. I did a bit of body damage to my mom's van. And I rear ended my mom's van while in my sister's tempo (a particularly shining moment...but I warned my parents for weeks that the breaks didn't seem to be working well). Luckily, all my wrecks were quite some time ago and my insurance rates don't suck. I'm a much better driver now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer? Absolutely. I want them to kind of be one in the same. My dream is to provide humanitarian medical aide in third world countries. That would be amazing. But I loved volunteering at the senior center and I really want to volunteer at PCMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get up early or sleep in? Sleep in. Hands down. As long as it isn't too late that I start to feel lazy and am wasting my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite cartoon character? Does Robin Hood the fox count? Also, I've been kind of craving duck dales lately...so maybe some Webby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite thing to do at night? Sleep. But earlier in the evening, I love watching shows or playing games.  I like to hang out with Mr. Kay.  He's a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When did you first start feeling old? I don't really feel old. Most of my friends have progressed a little more in life than I have (kids, careers) which might affect that. Not sure.  I guess I felt old&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt; when I got married.  But not old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite lunch meat? Either turkey or roast beef...freshly cut from behind the deli counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you get everytime you go into Walmart?  Random items. I don't really buy the same thing every time. I often don't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual? No. Maybe no. I think it's symbolic. I think if I wasn't religiously inclined to wed, I may not feel the need. I didn't really feel different after getting married. I loved Adam so much and was completely devoted to him before we got married. Getting married was a celebration of our commitment and it allowed us to advance our relationship (because we are LDS and waited until we were married to...). I think a lot of people don't respect what marriage is and some people have better relationships unmarried than many married people do. I think those who don't value their marriages have led society to where we are now. But I think it is important to promise yourself to your mate and to be faithful to them. Personally, an LDS temple marriage was important to me. I needed to make certain promises to Adam and to God that mean a lot to me. But I understand that many don't share my religious beliefs and I respect their ways of devoting themselves to their spouses as well...in some form of marriage...even common law. Mostly, I think you should pick one person and mate for life. It's healthy and beautiful. That was a lot of babble I think...sorry. I love my husband and I love being married to him. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about? I'm not really ashamed of stuff I like. I like a few rated R's (I know I shouldn't, but I do), and some really lame stuff. Adam says that the movie I should be the most ashamed of liking is &lt;em&gt;Mannequin&lt;/em&gt;. I disagree. It's funny.&lt;br /&gt;25. What's your favorite drink? Diet Pepsi Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Whom from high school would you like to run into? Probably Holly Knackstedt because that would mean one of us is on vacation which is a nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now? I think X-96 or NPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives? I haven't seen more than 5 minutes of either. I don't have channels so I don't do much tv watching anyway. I will agree with Aliese though, if I'm watching trashy tv, it's Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back? I wasn't really in a lot of relationships...nor do I make a lot of mistakes (just kidding, I'm a walking screwball). If the guy I dated breifly before Adam counts as a relationship, I would take back hurting him. I wasn't entirely honest when I ended it (you see, I didn't ever actually end it) with him. I did the guy thing where I kind of lied and didn't really ever break up. I'm a jerk. I thought it'd be nicer. It wasn't. He really is one of the nicest, coolest guys ever (just not as nice or cool as Adam...which is why this guy got the ax) and I'm sorry I treated him the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work? Hailey...remember when it was you (on Thursdays at least)? That was fun.  I like everybody I work with...as people.  That doesn't mean I love working with them all the time.  But I like them all the same.  But I really liked working with Hailey and Brittany.  They're good friends and in a similar situation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose? Haha! Yes. And many times for other shenanigans. The time I had to use it for it's intended purpose could very possible offend some people so I think I'll keep it to myself. But it was really funny. I was the fire extinguisher operator. I almost died. I couldn't breathe. That part sucked, but it really is kind of a funny story...unless you love birds a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last book you finished reading? The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest. I liked that series. I can't exactly recommend it though since it is a bit naughty. Crude language is frequented. The writing is splendid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a teddy bear? I do. I have had a small, white (white-ish now...it's a bit haggard) teddy bear named Pookie since I was a babe. I don't know his current location (my guess is a box somewere) but he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth? Um...the grand canyon? Work? I don't really think dental hygeine is strange, regardless of the location. Maybe I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How old are you? 24. It seems to be a good age. Although I think I preferred 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations if you made it through all that blabbing! You must be as bored as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and some legit posts to come. Happy 6 years of dating, champ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8233467456803508002?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8233467456803508002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8233467456803508002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8233467456803508002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8233467456803508002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-about-tag-instead.html' title='How about a tag instead?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-565623432056256975</id><published>2010-08-25T20:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:54:23.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fun!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Adam and I went to the Freeman grandparent's cabin.  My family (sans Jacob, Aliese, and Darrin) attended the festivities as well as Patti's crew, Liz and Lad, and the Grandparents.  It was so so so much fun.  I can never get enough of the cabiny goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Patti brought their four-wheeler and borrowed 2 dirt-bikes/motorcycles from a friend.  We had so much fun on them!  We all got so muddy from four-wheeling.  Adam and Eric rode the dirt-bikes (because they actually know how to) but I got a short little sampling of the fun.  I rode (and fell from) a dirt bike for the very first time!  The third time I fell was really near that muddy road below.  When I looked up, there was a couple on a four-wheeler there.  Turns out they are from my parent's ward and they witness my crash.  Splendid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXVAZyctCI/AAAAAAAAA70/x6oEu7hr6AY/s1600/4+wheeling+scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXVAZyctCI/AAAAAAAAA70/x6oEu7hr6AY/s400/4+wheeling+scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509543922056868898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We (Patti, Lad, Liz, and I) got extremely filthy.  Hayden and Caleb did too...but not quite to this extent.  We all had muddy raccoon eyes.  I didn't realize how muddy my shirt got until I saw how muddy my undershirt got.  After a bleaching and a washing it is still muddy.  At least it went to a good cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXU9AUMZZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Qj5w-FJuuZg/s1600/Dirty+Kids+Scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXU9AUMZZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Qj5w-FJuuZg/s400/Dirty+Kids+Scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509543863679477138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were too filthy to go inside and use the shower...so we all jumped in the river to clean off.  It was SO COLD!  Caleb didn't so much jump...he was flung.  Patti and I jumped in the same pose (not planned), perhaps we should start a river synchronized swimming group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXU5PNA8cI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Gx_IXiHrm_4/s1600/river+scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXU5PNA8cI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Gx_IXiHrm_4/s400/river+scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509543798956421570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun at the cabin!  I just love it there.  I can't wait to go back.  Even though Adam and I were both thoroughly battered (by hips are bruised and my back hurts...from falling;  Adam broke his big toe from dirt biking through boulders), it was some of the funnest fun ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-565623432056256975?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/565623432056256975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=565623432056256975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/565623432056256975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/565623432056256975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/08/cabin-fun.html' title='Cabin Fun!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THXVAZyctCI/AAAAAAAAA70/x6oEu7hr6AY/s72-c/4+wheeling+scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4761724008810271667</id><published>2010-08-24T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:00:46.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard Family Camping Trip!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we went to my grandparents cabin (more to come on that...maybe tomorrow) and did some living room updating (more to come on that too...much more but much later).  But the weekend before that, we went camping with Adam's family (his mom's side) in Nephi Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THSTYg7n63I/AAAAAAAAA7A/1An-Xvnkbh4/s1600/Nephi+Camping+Scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THSTYg7n63I/AAAAAAAAA7A/1An-Xvnkbh4/s400/Nephi+Camping+Scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509190293547117426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids came in shifts.  It was too bad we couldn't all be there together at the same time but luckily Adam and I got to camp with everyone at some point.  The first night, Katie, Lyv, and Max all thought they wanted to sleep with Aunt Jen.  A nice idea in theory.  Max only lingered a few minutes.  Katie and Lyv were on either side of me all night long.  I love my nieces but I also love my sleep...they slept with their parents the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, AK decided to go on a lonely death march.  I am opposed to lonely hiking.  He likes it though.  He trekked up Mount Nebo all alone.  There are some glorious views (360) from the tippety top...I'm still pretty glad I didn't go though.  Instead, I caught some fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got some 4 wheeling time in and tons of fun family time.  Katie and Lyv were SO filthy.  I only got a pic of Katie for some reason but Lyv was equally dirty.  Poor baby Max took a real beating.  Apparently camping can be hard on a baby.  He fell many times resulting in a bruised/bloodied nose and some other bumps and bruises.  At one point, Lyv had his leash (the tail of the monkey harness he was wearing...I used to be against them but they are so so handy when camping with a baby...and he looked stinking adorably giving his little stuffed monkey a piggy back)...anyhow,  Lyv had the leash and baby Max started running.  Lyv's hyper competitive side came out and she very quickly outran baby Max...pulling little Max onto his face and dragging him across the asphalt for a few feet.  If you look closely at the picture his right eye/face is pretty battered.  I couldn't get him to not look directly at the camera to get a great picture...he sure is cute, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rocking time.  I love camping and I love family time.  It was swell.  More on cabiny family goodness later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4761724008810271667?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4761724008810271667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4761724008810271667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4761724008810271667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4761724008810271667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/08/howard-family-camping-trip.html' title='Howard Family Camping Trip!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/THSTYg7n63I/AAAAAAAAA7A/1An-Xvnkbh4/s72-c/Nephi+Camping+Scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2767195786740951570</id><published>2010-08-05T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:39:40.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stair Couch Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFt0nI4yPwI/AAAAAAAAA64/qdgjQE3B9eY/s1600/P8050586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFt0nI4yPwI/AAAAAAAAA64/qdgjQE3B9eY/s400/P8050586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502119585512570626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends Mike and Amy came over with their sweet little baby, Emma (what I should have done was taken a picture of them...but I didn't think to until they left).  They live in CA so we don't see much of them.  Baby Emma is quite the walker and she enjoyed wandering around our house.  We decided to move a third of our sectional in front of the stairs leading to the basement so she wouldn't wander herself into a spill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, Adam posed an interesting question.  How long will our couch  (that third of it, anyway) stay there?  Most people would probably move it right back once there was no more baby around to be threatened by treacherous stairs.  We aren't most people.  AK thought I ought to blog about it and pose the question publicly.  So you tell me, how long with that portion of our couch stay there before we decide to move it back (yes, I'm serious)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2767195786740951570?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2767195786740951570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2767195786740951570&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2767195786740951570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2767195786740951570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/08/stair-couch-survey.html' title='Stair Couch Survey'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFt0nI4yPwI/AAAAAAAAA64/qdgjQE3B9eY/s72-c/P8050586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4470150786185022986</id><published>2010-07-29T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:22:13.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFJE8RyG-bI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RxO-MF4F-NY/s1600/7-25+Farewell7+Jacob+with+Missionary+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFJE8RyG-bI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RxO-MF4F-NY/s400/7-25+Farewell7+Jacob+with+Missionary+Cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499533897329211826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's seems to be wilting and is a bit top heavy (apparently the top is supposed to be smaller than the bottom?)  but it turned out pretty cool.  Jacob wore a blue tie...so he'd match it.  He did not wear a brown belt...so he'd match himself.  If you want to follow the coolest kids every move and write him a bunch of letters click &lt;a href="http://elderchippy.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4470150786185022986?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4470150786185022986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4470150786185022986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4470150786185022986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4470150786185022986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/missionary-cake.html' title='Missionary Cake'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFJE8RyG-bI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RxO-MF4F-NY/s72-c/7-25+Farewell7+Jacob+with+Missionary+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4378638979758402508</id><published>2010-07-28T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:13:14.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFCdFnlS_GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/V5jKxNk4s7E/s1600/MTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFCdFnlS_GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/V5jKxNk4s7E/s400/MTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499067864869698658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I cried like a baby as I hugged one of my best friends goodbye.  My little brother will be gone for two years and I can barely believe it.  He is seriously going to be a phenomenal missionary and I am so proud of him.  But I'm really going to miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4378638979758402508?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4378638979758402508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4378638979758402508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4378638979758402508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4378638979758402508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-missionary.html' title='My Little Missionary'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TFCdFnlS_GI/AAAAAAAAA6I/V5jKxNk4s7E/s72-c/MTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2972365493720524159</id><published>2010-07-22T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:20:27.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Quilt for Ruby</title><content type='html'>I am a project person. I love projects. I have about a billion on my list and about ten that are currently in the works/unfinished (including the grandfather clock I started 6 years ago...yikes). This is one of my faves. I really like quilting. I've made so many quilts I couldn't count them but this is the first quilt in which I attempted applique and quilting vs. tying. I think it's pretty dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best picture taker.  I can never make the colors seem to look just right...but you get the idea.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdggd_RHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SCcws604U9o/s1600/P7220571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdggd_RHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SCcws604U9o/s400/P7220571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496886895746958450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the close up of the front. Cute little flowery things to girly it up a bit more. They're called yo-yo's I think. See that satin ribbon edging? My poor arthritic fingers are still livid with me for that part (I hand sewed that bit).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdZ5heDZI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bqLaZGxBsr8/s1600/P7220572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdZ5heDZI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bqLaZGxBsr8/s400/P7220572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496886782213361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the back.  I am a minky fan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdRywffwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fqDpClQXZ8U/s1600/P7220575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdRywffwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fqDpClQXZ8U/s400/P7220575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496886642958368514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my applique skills? They aren't perfect but still not so sucky. The "R" is for a sweet baby Ruby. Also, do you see the quilted bits (stippling)? I really like applique and stippling and already have big plans on more in my future.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdITt7GwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/0tNqMgOrDqc/s1600/P7220573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdITt7GwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/0tNqMgOrDqc/s400/P7220573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496886480007273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, I'd say it's not bad for my first quilted and appliqued quilt.  Hopefully baby Ruby likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2972365493720524159?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2972365493720524159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2972365493720524159&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2972365493720524159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2972365493720524159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-quilt-for-ruby.html' title='Baby Quilt for Ruby'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TEjdggd_RHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SCcws604U9o/s72-c/P7220571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8522785293459660086</id><published>2010-07-14T10:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:29:30.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>My little brother is leaving for two years to serve an LDS mission.  He wanted to go to Disneyland as a family before he leaves.  So we all packed up and drove to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made and effort to squeeze as many people as possible into the little seats on the rides.  Adam has a giant bruise on his thigh from the top right picture.  Apparently three grown adults aren't meant to fit into the Thunder Mountain Railroad ride.  Jacob ended up entirely off the seat before the ride's completion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3j5K582kI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Ba945_PybSY/s1600/Disneyland+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3j5K582kI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Ba945_PybSY/s400/Disneyland+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493797691781339714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to see in this picture, but Jacob and I bought matching Jack hoodies.  They are for children but they were so cool we just bought XLs and will avoid drying them.  They say "JACK" all over them.  I am a huge fan of this since my initials are J.A.C.K..  My mom took a better picture of us wearing them.  Maybe I'll post them once I get her pictures (these pictures are all Aliese's, my camera died).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3j0-stMGI/AAAAAAAAA34/XeLPkJRemJA/s1600/Disneyland+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3j0-stMGI/AAAAAAAAA34/XeLPkJRemJA/s400/Disneyland+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493797619785085026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the whole fam damily riding the Winnie the Pooh ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3jwyIdJRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/G_F-8oa9YnU/s1600/Disneyland+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3jwyIdJRI/AAAAAAAAA3w/G_F-8oa9YnU/s400/Disneyland+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493797547692336402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This trip was a blast.  Our hotel was only about half a mile from Disneyland so we walked everyday (my feet/legs are so sore) and we could see the fireworks from the hotel.  We also met Nathan and Brandon from "Pernaburney" (not the real name of their town but I'll keep it secret for their sakes).  They were adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the Blue Bayou which was super delicious (and super pricey) and enjoyed the glories of the pineapple float/whip.  We also did some swimming/hot tubbing.  We had so much fun.  I'm not so happy to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8522785293459660086?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8522785293459660086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8522785293459660086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8522785293459660086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8522785293459660086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3j5K582kI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Ba945_PybSY/s72-c/Disneyland+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1004904763380017787</id><published>2010-07-14T09:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:47:18.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the kitchen sink</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, our old kitchen sink had pretty much had it so we chucked it and got a new sink and faucet.  We decided to do all the work ourselves.  I don't know if this was the best decision but everything seems to be working fine...we must have missed a calling as plumbers perhaps.  Anyway, here are some not stock photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any before photos...I wish I would have...but here is our old kitchen sink after a week in our trash can.  He's filthy, but I don't make a habit of cleaning garbage.  Our sink and faucet were both stainless which would have been fine if we had any stainless appliances in our kitchen.  The sink was also really shallow and the faucet quite low so we couldn't fill larger pans or pitchers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3bBnhlctI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NaFblnfb9UI/s1600/P7130575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3bBnhlctI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NaFblnfb9UI/s400/P7130575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493787941298074322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new sink matches our kitchen much better since all our appliances are black stainless and all our doorknobs and light fixtures are oil rubbed bronze.  And, I can fill ginormous pans now!  (The new sink is a creamish color - not white - it's quite lovely and super deep).  So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3a4hm-wLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KWiWhw5lrDo/s1600/P7070570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3a4hm-wLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KWiWhw5lrDo/s400/P7070570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493787785091268786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1004904763380017787?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1004904763380017787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1004904763380017787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1004904763380017787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1004904763380017787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-kitchen-sink.html' title='...and the kitchen sink'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TD3bBnhlctI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NaFblnfb9UI/s72-c/P7130575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7587437571064501397</id><published>2010-07-06T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:23:28.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat Fourth</title><content type='html'>I've never been so tired at the end of a long weekend. Seriously. On Friday night I made the coolest cake ever so I could take to to the Kay family shindig. It's five layers and looks like the flag when you cut it open. It looked all blobby and sucky but I fixed it up with loads of frosting and it ended up being a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family party was lovely. The weather was actually a little cold which I like. Adam and I did poorly in the skeet shooting contest. I shot 2 of 10 "skeets" (I know that's incorrect but that's what I like to call them) which I thought was awesome but Adam's family showed me up. We also threw in some frisbee golf which makes any day a good one. After staying up until 2 am baking and frostinging and then waking up at 5 am to drive to the family thing, I was ruther tired. So I took the longest nap ever (3 hrs...I could have comfortable quadrupled this time though) and then AK and I went to his brothers to watch some punchy kicky (UFC). One of the fighters entered to "Time to Say Goodbye" (Mads...you know this, right?). Most fighters come in to rap or metal songs...not Josh Groban. He was immediately my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had some bbq fun with Adam's mom's side of the fam. We played games, rode the 4 wheeler, played rock band, and watched fireworks. It was so so fun. AK took me on a motorcycle ride too...now I think we need one. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was supposed to be the day to clean and recover and pack for our upcoming trip. Monday was not such a day. After some laundry time and a little Mac D brecky. I was doing some dishes and noticed an extremely wet floor. Upon further inspection, I learned that our faucet was leaking out the bottom, then down into our sink (which we later learned was caulked NOWHERE). So, Adam and I spent quite a long time cleaning and drying the mess. Then we took apart the sink, faucet, and all the plumbing underneath. The faucet was broken and the sink hadn't been caulked our sealed anywhere. We are lucky it wasn't worse. We bought this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490906300731252674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TDOeMD4KX8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/0nEJEXdO9f8/s400/faucet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marvelous, no? Our new sink and faucet are much prettier than our old ones and we learned how to be plumbers. It's a good thing we have a vacation headed our way because these kids are real tired from our longest fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7587437571064501397?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7587437571064501397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7587437571064501397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7587437571064501397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7587437571064501397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-fat-fourth.html' title='Big Fat Fourth'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TDOeMD4KX8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/0nEJEXdO9f8/s72-c/faucet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7686985542336057526</id><published>2010-06-28T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:00:09.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time in Manti</title><content type='html'>With my favorite little &lt;a href="http://elderchippy.blogspot.com"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt; (he's my only brother, but I assure you, if I had more brothers, he'd be my favorite one) going on his mission in one month from today (I can barely believe it's coming so soon!) the fam gathered at the Manti temple for some temple time.  That temple is amazing.  It's seriously so pretty inside.  It looks like what I thought Logan would look like...but they thought the 70's (merely a guess) was prime time to gut all that beautiful character out of the Logan temple and "update it."  Okay...that's a big tangent and really I think the Logan temple is lovely and the outside is so unique and it will always be my favorite.  But Manti was splendid.  And there was a really nice elderly couple who were obviously regulars who literally took Adam and I by the hands and led us to the dressing rooms and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After temple time, Aliese's friend, Kristen, took some photogs of our family.  Here's a little snippet if you're interested in knowing what my family looks like...but if you don't know any of us (including me), you should refrain because that's maybe a little creepy.  Here's the link to &lt;a href="http://cherishphotography-bykristen.blogspot.com/2010/06/chipman-family.html"&gt;Kristen's photo blog&lt;/a&gt;.  While she's a lovely girl and the pics are adorable, I still strongly endorse the greatness of greats, Carlos...found &lt;a href="http://www.carlyemorganphotography.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the pic of me and Adam...we look young and in love (which is convenient...cuz we are...try not to gag).  Also, I like the look on Jacob's face while he's doing the Jag train...I'm holding still because I was laughing too much to continue Jag training...J-A-G-U-A-R-S.  I also like the one with my whole big fam...the green one, not the church clothes one.  Kneeling makes my chub look even chubbier...and frankly, we don't need more of that around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kristen for putting up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the weekend:  Refusing to put my heels back on and running with very high knees, across the melty hot asphalt, from grass patch to park strip, so as to not scorch my piggies.  What a dope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7686985542336057526?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7686985542336057526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7686985542336057526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7686985542336057526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7686985542336057526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-time-in-manti.html' title='Family Time in Manti'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7441679392502809944</id><published>2010-06-20T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:43:56.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TB7qk7lT9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pqGEczJZ8C4/s1600/Anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TB7qk7lT9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pqGEczJZ8C4/s400/Anniversary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485079316374222370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married the greatest guy in the world one year ago today.  We celebrated in Logan this weekend with some camping, Maddox, shopping, playing, summerfesting, and some Anniversary Inn time.  It was a great weekend (I'm a bit sad it's already over) and the perfect way to celebrate a really spectacular first year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marrying Adam was the best and easiest decision I have ever made.  He is the best husband and my best friend.  He makes me laugh and takes such good care of me.  I still can barely believe that I managed to snag such a guy.  I also still marvel at how perfect he is for me.  Literally perfect.  I am so lucky and grateful that Adam and I have each other and will forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for marrying me. Thanks for being an amazing husband.  Thanks for taking out the trash and cleaning the bathtub.  Thanks for rubbing my crappy joints and making fun of my many oddities.  Thank you for being a genius and for telling me I am smarter than you...even though we both know I am not.  Thanks for being so proud of my minor accomplishments and for believing that I am capable of many more.  Thank you for telling me I am pretty even when I look like an orphan in pajamas.  Thank you for making so many sacrifices.  Thanks for being cool and interesting and fun to hang out with.  Thanks for being a really good driver so I don't heave.  Thanks for being quirky and hilarious.  Thanks for making me take my inhaler when I'm having asthma troubs but am being too stubborn to do anything about it myself.  Thanks for teaching me more about love and kindness every single day.  Thank you for all the surprises and for the consistencies.  I am so grateful for you and I love you so much.  You really are the best husband ever and I am astounded and thrilled that you'll be mine forever.  I hope I make you as blissfully happy as you make me every day.  Thank you for making this past year the very best one of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~your Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7441679392502809944?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7441679392502809944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7441679392502809944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7441679392502809944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7441679392502809944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-year.html' title='One Year!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TB7qk7lT9iI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pqGEczJZ8C4/s72-c/Anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3894540034125936238</id><published>2010-06-16T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:31:06.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saratoga Springs Triathlon</title><content type='html'>On June 6, Adam competed in the Saratoga Springs Triathlon.  He really loves participating in these which I think is really impressive.  Maybe one day I'll become tough enough to join him...but until then, here is my handsome husband in all his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is an amazing swimmer.  He used to suck.  I mean, he could get across the pool and everything.  But he sucked.  Now he is SO GOOD!  He has worked quite hard to become so.  The swim was done in waves.  Adam was in the 3rd wave...so he started after 42 people.  He finished 10th...passing many who started 1 or 2 minutes before he did.  What a champ.  The top right pic has a sign that says, "no swimming in the marina" haha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjer6XsS1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/ivT1tw4RbF8/s1600/Swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjer6XsS1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/ivT1tw4RbF8/s400/Swim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483377392307948370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AK only had the chance to ride his bike twice before this race (not twice ever, just twice this year).  The weather in EM didn't really allow much more.  He still did an awesome job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjen4GuS9I/AAAAAAAAA14/HySbGsgmncg/s1600/Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjen4GuS9I/AAAAAAAAA14/HySbGsgmncg/s400/Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483377322980428754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run is probably where Adam made the most improvement from his last triathlon.  He did a great job and passed some more people.  After the race they announced the winners for gender and age group and awarded prizes.  Adam took third in his age group!  He sure is a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjei_N1t0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/eXEa_I_VVIo/s1600/Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjei_N1t0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/eXEa_I_VVIo/s400/Run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483377238989977410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3894540034125936238?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3894540034125936238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3894540034125936238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3894540034125936238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3894540034125936238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/06/saratoga-springs-triathlon.html' title='Saratoga Springs Triathlon'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TBjer6XsS1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/ivT1tw4RbF8/s72-c/Swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7658926889287082618</id><published>2010-06-02T21:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:07:25.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they call me on a mission!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcp83VP-4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/KXl0h1HrA8M/s1600/mish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcp83VP-4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/KXl0h1HrA8M/s400/mish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478393597341465474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, well not really me...but my little bro got his mission call today.  He'll be serving the [extremely lucky] people of San Jose, California.  I'm sure gonna miss this kid.  One major perk to his close proximity to UT is the postage won't cost me an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcp5qxbM6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/j2gaZnUti9w/s1600/P1080385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcp5qxbM6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/j2gaZnUti9w/s400/P1080385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478393542430372770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's one happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcpyNMYrNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kWKrmzVRB0c/s1600/P1080386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcpyNMYrNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kWKrmzVRB0c/s400/P1080386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478393414231305426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading...contentedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcprS-zcEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zVdtb21oK_A/s1600/P1080389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcprS-zcEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zVdtb21oK_A/s400/P1080389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478393295525867586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcpk_9e0uI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CDCItoPUW8Y/s1600/P1080391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcpk_9e0uI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CDCItoPUW8Y/s400/P1080391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478393187340833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats, Chicken!  You'll be the greatest missionary anyone ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7658926889287082618?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7658926889287082618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7658926889287082618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7658926889287082618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7658926889287082618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hope-they-call-me-on-mission.html' title='I hope they call me on a mission!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAcp83VP-4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/KXl0h1HrA8M/s72-c/mish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8831507107132837927</id><published>2010-06-01T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:51:04.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Havasu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAW4jzXPnaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Kwnze6Hnzec/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAW4jzXPnaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Kwnze6Hnzec/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477987446988709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this little beauty snuck its way out of my last post.  This is havasu falls.  It was our first swimming endeavor (and the one the crew is pictured in in the last picture of my previous post).  Splendor, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8831507107132837927?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8831507107132837927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8831507107132837927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8831507107132837927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8831507107132837927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-havasu.html' title='More Havasu'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TAW4jzXPnaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Kwnze6Hnzec/s72-c/Havasupai+Scrap+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7742687507815692731</id><published>2010-05-28T17:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:43:14.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Havasupai Falls</title><content type='html'>Preface:  The color of the water is not at all done justice and any of these pictures.  It was a really cool greenish-blue and you could see straight to the bottom.  I have about 50 pics...these are the favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went on a really really great trip to Havasupai Falls.  By "we" I mean Adam and I went with my cousins , Brent and Kelli, and my aunt, Terry.  Terry has some really cool pictures that I will one day obtain and post.  Here are some of my pictures and some snagged from Kelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night we began the long drive.  We stayed the night in Henderson (Sunset Station is a nice hotel for quite cheap...stay there sometime if you'd like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning, we drove the rest of the way and then began the hardest hike ever.  Maybe I'm being a baby but I thought it was tough.  (Dear Kelli, I know I spelled your name wrong in the below picture but I didn't want to go back and change...but I really do know how to spell your name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNiFH3OTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9cWZIjQozMA/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNiFH3OTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9cWZIjQozMA/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462394768570674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We backpacked 8 miles (seemed like way longer) to the town and then about 3 more to our chosen campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we hiked back up to the new waterfalls formed as a result of a mega flood (which wrecked some falls also).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNZwcVEKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ypB8qIzSvls/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNZwcVEKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ypB8qIzSvls/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462251778314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Navajo Falls were super rad.  Brent just walked right up and jumped off (without checking depth) he's an adrenaline junky, I think.  You could climb behind this waterfall and jump through.  It was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNTZN6cUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/IMM7qn__gw8/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNTZN6cUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/IMM7qn__gw8/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462142464618818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hiked the other direction to Mooney Falls.  It was really close to our campsite but the climb in took plenty of time.  You walk down a path to a hole in the ground with a sign that read "descend at your own risk" which we did.  Then you pop out to a landing (there is merely a chain between you an a huge drop off) and proceed to another pit which are then to climb down.  When you pop out of that little cave, you then begin climbing down the face of the grand canyon (which is slippery from the mist of the waterfall) with only chains to aid your descent.  It was so fun until you try to pass someone going in the opposite direction, then it's mostly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNOnW0fwI/AAAAAAAAA0A/TWCqU5q0eMc/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNOnW0fwI/AAAAAAAAA0A/TWCqU5q0eMc/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462060360728322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli and I hung out at Mooney and met some interesting characters while the others hiked to Beaver Falls (I was injured and Kelli felt bad leaving me behind).  Apparently those water falls were really cool too.  Adam took pictures.  I'll consider uploading them but I doubt I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNGwtF4RI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mmz-tDkdclA/s1600/Havasupai+Scrap+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNGwtF4RI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mmz-tDkdclA/s400/Havasupai+Scrap+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476461925431107858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a really cool mine in the wall of the grand canyon which Brent climbed (right passed the "no climbing sign") to.  I might post pics of that one day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really amazing trip.  I'd recommend it to anyone who feels like walking themselves to death to see some crazy amazing waterfalls in the middle of the desert.  So so cool.  I'm definitely going again...but with some different footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommend:&lt;br /&gt;Stay 3 nights...you'll need that long to see the waterfalls and recover from the hike.&lt;br /&gt;Take a good backpack (mine was the only one that didn't dig into me and hurt me).&lt;br /&gt;Wear hiking boots (I wore running shoes...worst idea ever).&lt;br /&gt;Take water shoes (this does not mean flip-flops...I'm as bummed as you are).&lt;br /&gt;Drink more water than you think you want (I was so dehydrated that my fingers swelled up to prolly about 3 times their size and I couldn't bend them...cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:  I just got this picture from my aunt and I loved it so I'm including it...this is Brent, .Adam, Me, and Kelli swimming at Havasu Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABUNSrwHrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/LE_dg6bqMjU/s1600/All+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABUNSrwHrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/LE_dg6bqMjU/s400/All+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476469734212902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7742687507815692731?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7742687507815692731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7742687507815692731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7742687507815692731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7742687507815692731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/05/havasupai-falls.html' title='Havasupai Falls'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/TABNiFH3OTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/9cWZIjQozMA/s72-c/Havasupai+Scrap+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3093785981318958998</id><published>2010-05-13T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:07:13.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Denial...</title><content type='html'>Think "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana.  Not because I can relate much to that song...mostly because I'm a little in denial and that song says it a lot...repeats it...like there's no ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've got a "degree" now.  That's what they say, at least.  I suppose I currently only have an empty degree holder.  But the University of Utah claims they have plans to mail me a piece of paper meant to better my future.  Here's the catch though, nothing has changed.  It doesn't seem as though I have finally earned a degree.  I have the same job and the same measly income.  And it doesn't seem there are any alternatives to said job.  I plan to go to grad school but that's not for at least another year.  And thus, I shall float...just float...for one whole year.  Just seems a little anticlimactic, that's all.  (If you think this paragraph is depressing, you should have heard the "speaker" at the grad...she was a buzz kill if ever there was one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I don't have to study much or take any tests for one whole year, and I am pleased as punch about that.  Below are some pics of the sainted day.  I wore purple, suede heels with a very loud ruffle on the toe.  You, know, because that's all that you see...your shoes (accept in every single picture).  I also did my hair curly...don't know why...should have listened to a very wise Rory...straight is best when wearing a silly cardboard and polyester cap.  My tassle was green...dark green.  The color of tassle for my college (and thus, the color worn by every other graduate) is sage.  Maybe the screwed up color makes this super secret "degree" of mine null and void and that is where this sense of denial is coming from.  Or maybe they knew I was super special so they gave me green so I could get attention from people I don't know (ie "hey, why is your tassle dark green?"  yup!  attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-zIPqI6ovI/AAAAAAAAAzo/VtRoz8qlqec/s1600/Grad+Scrap+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-zIPqI6ovI/AAAAAAAAAzo/VtRoz8qlqec/s320/Grad+Scrap+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470967818683589362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-zILOcrwrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/w6qR8HdwMc8/s1600/Scrap+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-zILOcrwrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/w6qR8HdwMc8/s320/Scrap+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470967742530831026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll note some fairly proud family members in the above photos.  AK is thrilled that I'm done (remember that one time when he wrote a really sweet post on this very blog about being proud of his gal?).  Mostly because now I can come home at a reasonable hour and not give all my dollars away to the U.  But also because I worked hard in a difficult major (especially for me because I despise science) and got a pretty good gpa and now I can one day go to grad school and eventually make the WHOLE world a better place (mostly just the 3rd world countries though).  Also, he just loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ma and old man are pretty proud too.  Maybe I'll stop eating lunch between classes there now (although I wouldn't bet on it).  Natalie looks to be quite please to have just sat through a fairly short convocation, I must say (btw, I left early...making it even shorter...haha!).  Chicken mostly didn't want to go because he just had knee surgery and I think he watched a movie on his ipod the whole time (which makes me a little more proud of him...the movie part...the surgery part mostly makes me a little sad because he might not come backpacking with me next week).  He is the greatest brother a gal could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the greatest old kids on the block.  I'm only the second grand-kid to graduate college (I think)...but Lad and Sheila are hot on my tracks.  They bought me a delightful celebratory feast.  I love these two.  I have big plans on being just like them.  Adam's gonna be skinny and frail looking but actually really tough and funny and brilliant and the best guy anyone's ever met.  I'm gonna be a little nuts but so funny and loving and a bit blunt and wonderful that the old gma.  She's the greatest thing since flip-flops...and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, time for the big college grad to go drag her husband (asleep on the couch) to bed to get ready for her big day tomorrow...at the same old job she's done for four years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3093785981318958998?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3093785981318958998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3093785981318958998&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3093785981318958998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3093785981318958998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/05/denial.html' title='The Denial...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-zIPqI6ovI/AAAAAAAAAzo/VtRoz8qlqec/s72-c/Grad+Scrap+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7239843464635047011</id><published>2010-05-10T08:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:40:34.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle!  BICYCLE!</title><content type='html'>I want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ride my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bicycle&lt;/span&gt;.  I want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ride my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-gZ4O0J8nI/AAAAAAAAAzI/F_w6t_jjNag/s1600/Bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-gZ4O0J8nI/AAAAAAAAAzI/F_w6t_jjNag/s320/Bicycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469650201281688178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Kay got me this little beauty for the big two-four (and for my grad) and I love it!  I've been wanting a bike.  I wasn't at all subtle.  I straight up begged.  And it worked.  The champ delivered.  We went on a 9 mile ride through EM Friday afternoon.  It was glorious!  Our ride hurt by bum so I bought some (very flattering) padded shorts that very day.  It also hurt my knees but that can only be a good thing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7239843464635047011?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7239843464635047011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7239843464635047011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7239843464635047011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7239843464635047011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/05/bicycle-bicycle.html' title='Bicycle!  BICYCLE!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-gZ4O0J8nI/AAAAAAAAAzI/F_w6t_jjNag/s72-c/Bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5824854431907988835</id><published>2010-05-08T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:40:28.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-XZlejmAyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cd8WuHDTLq4/s1600/P5060498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-XZlejmAyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cd8WuHDTLq4/s320/P5060498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469016560392078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;See how proud I am of my graduating wife?&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much and appreciate her hard workin' brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5108845784069913131-5824854431907988835?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5824854431907988835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5824854431907988835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5824854431907988835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5824854431907988835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S-XZlejmAyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cd8WuHDTLq4/s72-c/P5060498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1933826268316454572</id><published>2010-05-03T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:50:45.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG week</title><content type='html'>I have pretty big week ahead of me.  It'll go a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big week started last Saturday really.  Adam watched a huge boxing match with his family.  I hung out with some of my besties.  Not a bad night, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (today)&lt;br /&gt;I have my last final exam tonight.  Have I studied? No.  It's still noteworthy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending the morning of my 24th birthday presenting my final project.  You may be thinking, "final on your birthday, bleh!" ...and you'd be right.  But it is kind of a nice little birthday gift to never have to take a final again (trying to see the glass half full).  I imagine AK will buy be dinner and give me presents which will be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Glory day.  I'm done!  I shall relish.  I work this day and have to pick up my cap and gown as well as sell back some books (and maybe each lunch with Brit...?).  It'll be a great day.  Then AK's mom and step dad are taking me out for my birthday (are you beginning to see a trend?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;The big G day.  Thursday is my convocation.  I get to sit in a crowded auditorium bored out of my mind (and force my loved ones to watch...while bored out of their minds).  Then I will be handed a fake diploma and pictures will be taken in my silly getup.  Then I imagine there will be some more free dinner involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the commencement.  Not so sure I'm going.  It depends entirely on if my mom makes me go or not.  Regardless, it'll be sweet because me and AK are gonna spend the day together celebrating.  I'm hoping this day involves a gyro...we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;AK's dad is moving and we're helping (and will thus, likely, get more free food for being so nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day...I got my mom a great gift.  She's a great lady.  Hardest worker out there.  I think we'll either eat with my mom or Adam's (also a great lady).  Either way...more free din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll be really happy...possible really fat...and likely with some spare dollars in our pockets.  Stoked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1933826268316454572?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1933826268316454572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1933826268316454572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1933826268316454572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1933826268316454572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-week.html' title='BIG week'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6095314292331004573</id><published>2010-04-26T09:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:42:03.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Dress</title><content type='html'>We watched this little gem this weekend.  Whenever we watch her we ask her what she wants to do.  I've been on a sewing kick lately and asked if she wanted to make something.  She wanted to make a Cinderella dress, and Aurora...and Belle...etc.  I said she could pick one.  So she changed directions and said she wanted a ballerina dress that was pink with purple polka dots.  Lately everything is pink with purple polka dots.  We went to the fabric store and let her pick some extremely sparkly (seriously there are still sparkles EVERYWHERE) fabrics.  She was a little confused..."Uh, Jen, this isn't a ballerina dress pink and purple polka dots."  I explained we were gonna make it together...I don't think she quite got it until it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let her cut the pink tulle herself (not the greatest idea but she would have been bored if I did the whole thing) as well as iron some creases.  She also traced all the circles and thought she was running the sewing machine (I couldn't give that one to her).  It turned out super cute.  I wasn't so sure the polka dots would work out but they ended up being way cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S9W5XqUjrAI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uj-XE26fsuQ/s1600/Tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S9W5XqUjrAI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uj-XE26fsuQ/s400/Tutu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464477539032607746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved dancing in front of the big mirror in the guest room (which she thinks is her room). It belongs on the wall in the guest bathroom...we just haven't gotten around to hanging it.  We also painted some wooden beads and made a necklace, played at the park, played games, and watched bits of "Ariel" (the only Disney princess movie we own...thanks to Aliese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get a little break from making curtains and make something a little more fun.  Poor AK had to work on his paper most the day so he only joined us for painting fun and helped me attempt to de-sparkle the house.  Lyv called them sprinkles and loved that they were all over the place.  Now her parents can deal with all the sparkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is my first morning off...I don't go to the senior center anymore.  I got a lot done...although our house is still a bit of a disaster (seriously, it's amazing that all you moms manage to keep your houses clean...one day and ours is a wreck).  I got to do a little blogging while eating some amazing Cinnamon Life and I get to fold some laundry (I really like doing laundry).  I miss the olds but it sure was awesome to have a few hours to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6095314292331004573?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6095314292331004573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6095314292331004573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6095314292331004573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6095314292331004573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ballerina-dress.html' title='Ballerina Dress'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S9W5XqUjrAI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Uj-XE26fsuQ/s72-c/Tutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-462268100151534208</id><published>2010-04-21T23:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:29:53.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cy13OBrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YhDulBlUErM/s1600/P4210483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been hanging out at a senior center for the past four months.  At first it was a school assignment...four of us taught an exercise class.  But we ended up hanging out more than we taught.  Today was our last day and the seniors decorated the center with thank you balloons and made us cards.  We even managed to squeeze in one last game of balloon volleyball.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cy13OBrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YhDulBlUErM/s1600/P4210483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cy13OBrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YhDulBlUErM/s400/P4210483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462827639033956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up growing quite fond of our little olds and they were not at all thrilled at the prospect of us leaving.  Two of the girls in our group are from Ireland so they're pretty much leaving for good.  I think I'll visit a bit though.  On our last day they gave us all hugs and kisses and were a bit weepy.  It was harder to leave them than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cPXyr8gI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ji_QOMGXyfg/s1600/P4140463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cPXyr8gI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ji_QOMGXyfg/s400/P4140463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462827029666460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was surprised to find how attached we grew to this group after only four months.  Last night, one of our elderly ladies passed away.  They all knew she had terminal cancer but nobody told us.  She gave us little ceramics to paint with her.  She was adorable.  It kind of put a damper on things but also helped put life in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_bpahQhaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Al8Jd80xQgw/s1600/P4210476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_bpahQhaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Al8Jd80xQgw/s400/P4210476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462826377563637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss these guys.  This was such an awesome experience.  I recommend volunteering with seniors in your area.  They really need people to talk to and are rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_be-MSFTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/nD2ZMcBEWQk/s1600/P4210478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_be-MSFTI/AAAAAAAAAxo/nD2ZMcBEWQk/s400/P4210478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462826198160774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-462268100151534208?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/462268100151534208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=462268100151534208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/462268100151534208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/462268100151534208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-little-olds.html' title='My Little Olds'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S8_cy13OBrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YhDulBlUErM/s72-c/P4210483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1232640731660644974</id><published>2010-04-18T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:49:54.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole year!</title><content type='html'>...not us, our house.  We closed on our house a year ago yesterday.  I can't believe we've owned and lived in this house for a whole year (okay, so we didn't move in until June, but still, it was ours).  I never thought we'd buy a home in EM but we did and I'm glad we did.  I love it here.  And I love our house.  I have been knee deep in little projects to homey it up but they have been in competition with school and AK and other priorities.  Once finals are done I'll find some time to post pics of our li'l house to celebrate  our one year of ownership.  Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great fun (besides the realization that we can be responsible adults for one whole year).  We started the day with a 3 mile jaunt around EM.  There are tons of awesome paths/trails around these parts.  Then we got some mega Spring cleaning done.  Not as fun but definitely an accomplishment.  After some lovely lunch, we met up with Stumanchu and his buddies for some raucous ultimate frisbee.  I love frisbee.  I have been craving some frisbee fun.  I am so psyched that Stuart made it happen.  It was rad.  I was the only girl (not often a good thing...boys don't throw to girls if they can help it) and they didn't think I was playing at first.  I showed them.  After some frisbee fun we mixed it up with a little kickball.  Yup, kickball.  When is the last time you played that?  It's been a while for me.  It was SO fun!  After all this plus some shopping, craft time, homework, and hanging with B and M we had a long, rad, tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm gonna post some great pics soon.  Finals are just a week away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1232640731660644974?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1232640731660644974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1232640731660644974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1232640731660644974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1232640731660644974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-year.html' title='A whole year!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2422492824199112173</id><published>2010-04-06T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:51:55.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do David O. Mackay and the Shooting Star Saloon have in common?</title><content type='html'>They both got there start in beautiful Huntsville, UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S7v-VZ5JprI/AAAAAAAAAxg/YpnByEIpx3s/s1600/Huntsville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S7v-VZ5JprI/AAAAAAAAAxg/YpnByEIpx3s/s400/Huntsville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457235017170790066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heard good things about the hamburgers at the Shooting Star Saloon.  So we planned to journey on up there and given them a try last Thursday (AK had Good Friday off).  Across the street from the Shooting Star was a really lovely building which I pointed out to Adam.  He said, "I'm glad you like it because we're staying there tonight."  Whoa!  I thought we were just going to drive back home after burger fun...but no, thoughtful ol' AK planned ahead and reserved a lovely room at this historical building turned B&amp;amp;B.  We have always been a little hesitant to do the B&amp;amp;B thing but it turned out to be one of the coolest things ever.  We stayed in the Log Haven room.  It was beautiful and they had the night sky (constellations and all) on the ceiling (sounds a little tacky but I swear it was lovely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we checked in to our room (we were the only one's there...a little awkward...but really kinda nice to have to place to ourselves) and then headed over to the Shooting Star to give the Star Burger a try.  We were also the only people there.  I guess Huntsville isn't hopping on Thursdays.  There was a giant dog head on the wall (The Beethoven kind of dog) which once belonged to a guiness book sized massive dog.  It looked like a bear.  Also on the wall...a shout out to David O.  He was born in Hunstville so there was a plaque thing about Hunstville being the birthplace of David O. Mackay...I thought it was a little funny that it was in a bar...but I'm sure plenty o' LDS's have seen it...cuz let's face it, you can go to a bar just to enjoy a lovely burger (not booze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to our room we watched a ridiculous kung fu movie.  It was rad.  We got to sleep in and the nice man brought us some lovely brecky.  French toast and such.  We then decided to take a drive through all the beauty that is Hunstville and visited the local monastery...it looked like Twinkies.  We wanted to go in but didn't know if it would be rude...Good Friday...we don't know the rules.  So we just peeked and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend we did our best to catch conference (no tv or radio reception at my casa...we had to go on drives to listen to it).  We also played a little poker with some pool friends and more.  I won!  I love a good long weekend with my fella.  I can never get enough time with him.  Sweetest, coolest, funniest, hottest guy I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great great time sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2422492824199112173?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2422492824199112173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2422492824199112173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2422492824199112173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2422492824199112173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-david-o-mackay-and-shooting.html' title='What do David O. Mackay and the Shooting Star Saloon have in common?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S7v-VZ5JprI/AAAAAAAAAxg/YpnByEIpx3s/s72-c/Huntsville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2134502729063937198</id><published>2010-03-23T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:55:44.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly &amp; Carlye</title><content type='html'>These kids came to my house yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S6jHyTb1W1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/Je7TZhneHew/s1600-h/Chelle,Hol,Jen,Car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S6jHyTb1W1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/Je7TZhneHew/s400/Chelle,Hol,Jen,Car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451827015956388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle (left) didn't...but Holly and Carlye did.  I used to spend a shmellofalotof time with them.  This week has been a little like the old days.  Thanks again for coming over (long drive).  No more strangers, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2134502729063937198?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2134502729063937198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2134502729063937198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2134502729063937198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2134502729063937198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/03/holly-carlye.html' title='Holly &amp; Carlye'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S6jHyTb1W1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/Je7TZhneHew/s72-c/Chelle,Hol,Jen,Car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4862755366172035233</id><published>2010-03-08T11:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:14:06.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so fun!  On Friday, I lingered at work talking to PHH and then went shopping with my mom.  My mom is spectacular at bargains.  Friday, we spend about $100 combined but saved $420...over $500 of stuff for $100...what a little smarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping fun, Adam and I joined some AO peeps and did a little of this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S5U8RIWFRlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/FA4uegrxC78/s1600-h/CurlingRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S5U8RIWFRlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/FA4uegrxC78/s400/CurlingRocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325589370029650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...yup, curling.  It was extremely fun (a little too crowded) ...I think we'll be trying out for the 2014's...not really, but it's awesome and I think I'll be doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend also involved Kevin, Paul, and Megan (the raddest of the pool kids), setting up our new tent in the living room (where it still resides), a cleaning and organizing fest (which I always enjoy...shocked?...me too a little), and tons more.  I pretty much live for weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4862755366172035233?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4862755366172035233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4862755366172035233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4862755366172035233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4862755366172035233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S5U8RIWFRlI/AAAAAAAAAwo/FA4uegrxC78/s72-c/CurlingRocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5240360068461549937</id><published>2010-02-22T16:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:58:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4MZuHYBt-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WFYRgRIzvi0/s1600-h/hpf+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441221054838192098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4MZuHYBt-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WFYRgRIzvi0/s400/hpf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4MZqVro-bI/AAAAAAAAAwM/v--azIyXB3I/s1600-h/hpf+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441220989959076274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4MZqVro-bI/AAAAAAAAAwM/v--azIyXB3I/s400/hpf+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going here in just a few months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5240360068461549937?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5240360068461549937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5240360068461549937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5240360068461549937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5240360068461549937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/destination.html' title='Destination:'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4MZuHYBt-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WFYRgRIzvi0/s72-c/hpf+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-5271796757196280284</id><published>2010-02-21T12:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:20:12.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lad's Wedding</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Eric, married Liz on February 20, 2010 in the Draper temple.  The temple and ceremony were beautiful.  It was our first ceremony since our own (and exactly 8 months later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy couple walking out of the Draper temple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4GFlLod94I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nGcYcE9ozl4/s1600-h/Lad%27s+Wedding+Scrap+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4GFlLod94I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nGcYcE9ozl4/s400/Lad%27s+Wedding+Scrap+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776698664449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love my family.  This picture (the top one) is a showcase of some of the greats.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelli&lt;/span&gt; slept over the night before the wedding.  They are some of the funniest coolest kids of all time and definitely more like me than anyone I've ever met (which I view as a good thing).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; is the best husband and friend a gal could ever have...big surprise, I love my husb.  Last but not least, the little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;.  This woman is my inspiration. I want to be like her.  She really is one of the all time greatest people in the history of the world.  I plan to name a baby after her (if I ever have a girl) in the hope that some of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;'s coolness will be passed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4GFhkHWvwI/AAAAAAAAAv8/AYzBb8bDHdA/s1600-h/Lad%27s+Wedding+Scrap+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4GFhkHWvwI/AAAAAAAAAv8/AYzBb8bDHdA/s400/Lad%27s+Wedding+Scrap+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776636516974338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Some rad kids making faces.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawson&lt;/span&gt; is my little cousin from Alaska.  He and my uncle flew down for the wedding.  They have an awesome family but I don't see them very often.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawson&lt;/span&gt; and I bonded through little acts of mischief.  I tried to tempt him to open wedding gifts (don't worry, he knew I was joking), encouraged him to pull faces or pick his nose in pics (obviously a success), and plenty more.  He's gonna be just like his old man at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-5271796757196280284?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5271796757196280284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=5271796757196280284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5271796757196280284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/5271796757196280284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lads-wedding.html' title='Lad&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S4GFlLod94I/AAAAAAAAAwE/nGcYcE9ozl4/s72-c/Lad%27s+Wedding+Scrap+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3810790840991646571</id><published>2010-02-17T15:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:23:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long, LOVE-ly weekend!</title><content type='html'>Valentine's/Presidents' Day weekend was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; we rented the crappiest movie of all time.  Adam loves scary/horror movies.  We rented &lt;em&gt;My Name is Bruce.  &lt;/em&gt;It wasn't good.  Like, not scary or good.  Just plain bad.  Hopefully he enjoyed it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; we slept in super late and didn't go to class (always a good idea, in my opinion).  I gave Adam his gift.  I got him season 3 of the &lt;em&gt;Tudors&lt;/em&gt; series.  It's a Showtime series about Henry VIII.  Then we did some shopping.  He works full time and goes to school at night and works out when he isn't in school...and spends time with me...needless to say, he didn't have time to buy me a gift...which is cool with me because I like to shop with him.  I have been slowly buying things to decorate our house.  I saw this as an opportunity to get more house stuff.  AK bought be huge, brown, plushy throw pillows for our huge, tan couch.  They are so comfortable and look amazing.  He also bought be a letter K to put on the shelf in our living room.  I'll post pics after I get a couple more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After present time we went to my parents to watch some olympics (we don't have any channels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and made little, heart-shaped pizzas per our Valentine's Day tradition.  We ate around 10:00 pm because we were too in to the olympics to leave any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, we had brunch and delivered Valentine's to Katie, Lyv, and Max.  I was so jazzed!  They loved them which pleased me.  We hung out with Adam's mom and brother for a spell before returning to my parents' for dinner and more olympics.  Jacob and I helped Natalie with her solo for a competion...then Adam and I got home super late yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; was bliss.  It would have been better if Adam didn't have to work but I loved having a whole day free to clean my house, catch up on homework, work out, and make a slammin dinner.  I attempted (with success) pot roast for the first time.  It rocked.  I want more days off I decided.  Maybe we should celebrate each president individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for an amazing husband who works super hard and is so sweet and funny and cool.  I love you, Adam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3810790840991646571?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3810790840991646571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3810790840991646571&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3810790840991646571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3810790840991646571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-love-ly-weekend.html' title='A Long, LOVE-ly weekend!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2513480422317810295</id><published>2010-02-10T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:42:06.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Not only did I FINALLY post pictures...but I have three posts in a row all with pictures.  Hurrah!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2513480422317810295?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2513480422317810295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2513480422317810295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2513480422317810295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2513480422317810295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-posts-in-rowall-with-pictures.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3365538910396087803</id><published>2010-02-10T08:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:49:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>My little sister turned 15 yesterday.  I can barely believe she'll be driving in a year!  She's a swell little gal.  She's super artistic and helpful and sweet and sometimes irritating but mostly she's great.  Happy Birthday, Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3SzcN37sLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xXhYeQaPIj8/s1600-h/Natalie%27s+B-day+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3SzcN37sLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xXhYeQaPIj8/s400/Natalie%27s+B-day+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437167947484999858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crop job turned out pretty ugly...try to ignore the ugly junk around the pic and acknowledge my cute sister on her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3365538910396087803?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3365538910396087803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3365538910396087803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3365538910396087803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3365538910396087803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/natalies-birthday.html' title='Natalie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3SzcN37sLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xXhYeQaPIj8/s72-c/Natalie%27s+B-day+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-7354070806504074297</id><published>2010-02-10T08:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:54:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Front Porch Looking...Out.</title><content type='html'>Karyn tagged me to do this post...so I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is a picture looking off the left side of our porch. Our neighborhood isn't finished so it's pretty much just a field with a couple houses for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LSEqg0QSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MMtJ91Y8A7A/s1600-h/P2090410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436638677762851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LSEqg0QSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MMtJ91Y8A7A/s400/P2090410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view is part of why I love EM. This is the view straight off our front porch. We have a steep, curvey driveway which I loved when we bought it, it isn't quite as great when slippery though. Our master bedroom looks right out to the mountains on the right of this picture...love it! Note the attractive poured foundation with re-bar sticking up...classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LR7cbc-CI/AAAAAAAAAus/GyFl-p5IIQY/s1600-h/P2090411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436638519363434530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LR7cbc-CI/AAAAAAAAAus/GyFl-p5IIQY/s400/P2090411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-7354070806504074297?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7354070806504074297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=7354070806504074297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7354070806504074297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/7354070806504074297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-my-front-porch-lookingout.html' title='From My Front Porch Looking...Out.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LSEqg0QSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MMtJ91Y8A7A/s72-c/P2090410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2014759250441570611</id><published>2010-02-10T08:19:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:17:14.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter '09 Pics</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to upload my Winter 2009 pictures...about time really. We took Alyvia sledding at the golf course next to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She ate it hard seconds after this picture was taken...note the little jump we sent her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LP6XsFwTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8vkwkBCVJC8/s1600-h/PC200399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436636301887914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LP6XsFwTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8vkwkBCVJC8/s400/PC200399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What a stud he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPyY8mqiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ywc4aZqDYLE/s1600-h/PC200398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436636164786661922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPyY8mqiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ywc4aZqDYLE/s400/PC200398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is the one on the left. It was so nice to be able to just walk out and sled...also, check out that amazing view of Timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPsMlLuWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_lcij-O8svo/s1600-h/PC200401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436636058387986786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPsMlLuWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_lcij-O8svo/s400/PC200401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love this picture. They are the cutest...again, a lovely mountainous view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPdtcwTKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ign8rAKFuDk/s1600-h/PC200395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635809512967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPdtcwTKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ign8rAKFuDk/s400/PC200395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of a couple of our decorations once I got them up...and then I took no more pictures of Christmas at all...because I 'm a dork. Here's our lovely tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPQE7lhkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IcIAIjm3NNA/s1600-h/P1010405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635575298131522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPQE7lhkI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IcIAIjm3NNA/s400/P1010405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our stocking holders...pre-stocking. I think they're adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPIPriy7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/KyamHF7RSYE/s1600-h/P1010406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635440744680370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPIPriy7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/KyamHF7RSYE/s400/P1010406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our little Christmas village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPAaVx88I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pEzOZPtPsgw/s1600-h/P1010407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436635306167235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LPAaVx88I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pEzOZPtPsgw/s400/P1010407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car died so I bought a new one on New Years Eve. Here's the old (left) and new (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LOptQD1RI/AAAAAAAAAts/Iq-8Z87c1_o/s1600-h/PC310403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436634916106523922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LOptQD1RI/AAAAAAAAAts/Iq-8Z87c1_o/s400/PC310403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a very wordy post but at least I finally got some dang pictures posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2014759250441570611?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2014759250441570611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2014759250441570611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2014759250441570611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2014759250441570611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-09-pics.html' title='Winter &apos;09 Pics'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/S3LP6XsFwTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8vkwkBCVJC8/s72-c/PC200399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1868092371595955887</id><published>2010-02-01T14:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:28:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elevator...</title><content type='html'>...best kept secret in study spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was on my way into work (normal).  I got on the elevator with a lady (normal).  She got off on the second floor...I stayed on the elevator to go to the third floor where I work...the doors were closing.  A lady ran up and tried to pry the doors open (freak!).  As soon as I noticed her I pressed this button &lt;&gt; to no avail...(see, I tried to be nice to the crazy woman).  She kept yanking on the doors which refused to budge and then the elevator I was in started convulsing.  I was alone in the shaking elevator with it's doors open about 4 inches.  Thanks a heap crazy for breaking my eleveator!  So other people came up to peak at the "poor girl trapped in the elevator" and the crazy denied anything and said I must have broken it and she just got there and saw it broken...then she took another elevator.  A little old man tried to pry the doors open and couldn't but said he'd sit with me until it opened...sweet eh?...but I told him I was fine.  I rang the little bell thingy and pushed the "push for help" button and everything.  25 minutes, and a lot of studying later, I was free.  Now if I could find the jerk who jammed it I'd pay her back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1868092371595955887?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1868092371595955887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1868092371595955887&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1868092371595955887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1868092371595955887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/02/elevator.html' title='The Elevator...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-6543801011622511202</id><published>2010-01-16T14:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:51:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Team</title><content type='html'>Since I have AK handy, I decided to do this tag with him...rarely does he participate in the blogland so this should be lovely.  Also, I really will post Christmas and car pics one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink answers are mine, the blue his...not too hard to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it's long but some of the answers are pretty entertaining...give it a read if you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Were you named after anyone?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kyle is my middle name...it's my dad's first name.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No.  At least I don't think so...maybe the girl from Back to the Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was the last time you cried? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Um...probably the last time someone I loved died.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not a big bawler but I was really sick the other day and was tearing up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you like your handwriting? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite lunch meat? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Turkey...but deli sliced...not pressed and slimey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have children? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;No.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah...if you call keeping to yourself a friendship.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As long as I didn't annoy me too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you use sarcasm a lot? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;No.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Uh...yes (and so does Adam, his "No" was sarcasm...it was funny when he said it...not as funny typed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you still have your tonsils? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Nope but Jen says there's a piece of one in there still.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nope, I had them removed 2 years ago...and I'm right about Adam's remaining tonsil tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you bungee jump? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yes...I've done it and would do it again.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ditto.  Aren't we an adventurous duo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite cereal? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Currently...I like expensive hippy cereal that people in tivas buy and put in their subaru outback.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've been into homemade oatmeal lately...but cold cereal will always be a staple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have a lot of shoes.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think Adam means sometimes...and I almost never wear shoes...but when I do, I don't untie them, I step on the backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite ice cream? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mint Chocolate Chip.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cinnamon Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the first thing you notice about people?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;If they look happy or not.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Usually their teeth or eyes...unless there's something hard to not notice first...ie huge scars, moles, noses, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who do you miss the most? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My great grandma...unless it's Wednesday night when I haven't seen Jen for a while.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know that I miss anyone so much...I'll miss chicken tons when he goes on a mish...and I kind of miss my Grandpa Freeman even though he's still alive...I feel like I need to hurry and take advantage while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What color shoes are you wearing? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Black &amp;amp; gray.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm barefoot...but I was wearing gray flip-flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red or pink? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Red...I like my meat pretty rare.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Depends...if I were to paint a room in my house, I wouldn't be painting it pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Chili's.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chili's with Adam, Brittany, and Kody after our Physics class (yes today is Saturday, yes we did have class today, yes we did have to leave our house at 7 am for our 4 hour class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The Cardinals/Saints game...and Jen's questions.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The same game as Adam but with less interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The last crayons I bought were from the dollar store and they are all about the same color...a pastel blue/green.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;White with sparkles...is that a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite smell(s)? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I like that outdoorsy fall crispness smell, fresh baked cinnamon rolls, diesel exhaust, and Jen's hair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After it rains at my grandparents cabin, cinnamon and AK (especially clad in Polo Black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My mom.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Li'l bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the last person you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Taylor.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My dad...he drove past my old house in Logan (crack house) and is watching Natalie's meet at the USU pool...many memories in both places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite sport(s) to watch? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Boxing.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Football &amp;amp; waterpolo.  I like boxing too...but only if it's a big fight.  I enjoy watching swimming if someone I know is swimming but hate it otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair color? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kind of the color of a cookie that's just a little more done than I'd like it to be.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dirty blonde...almost the same shade as Adam's...the cookie reference is pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye color? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kind of greenish blue...maybe a little like NyQuil.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't think his eye's are NyQuil colored.  Mine are blue...kind of a unique blue...a variation on the Freeman blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you wear corrective lenses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When I drive.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes...I have really crappy eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite food? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Maddox.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Totally agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scary movies or happy endings? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;That's not really the opposite...happy endings though.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last movie you watched in a theater? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sherlock Holmes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S.H. with AK and my fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What type and color of shirt are you wearing? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Grey henley thermal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cream hoodie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seasons? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fall...but right now Spring is sounding pretty nice.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Spring and Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs or kisses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hugs.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Neither thank you unless Adam is involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite dessert? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe a cinnamon roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What book are you reading right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Born to Run, Critical Theory since Plato and the textbook for the class I'm taking with Jen.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie &amp;amp; textbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's on your mouse pad? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't have one.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We don't have a mouse pad...but my hand was just on Adam's mom's mouse pad (where we are currently).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did you watch on TV last night? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I watched my friends play rockband on tv.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We don't have tv...but we played some sweet A rockband with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite sound? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jen's singing.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I didn't put him up to that...sweet eh?  Mine is when I'm home anticipating Adam's arrival and the garage door opens...maybe it would scare me though if he was out of town or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolling Stones or Beatles? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm a little tired of the Beatles now so I'm going with Rolling Stones.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Beatles...more rockband please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where is the farthest you have been from home? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Beijing.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Probably PEI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special talents? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;N/A.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e's lying...he's freakishly smart, plays the guitar, drives better than anyone I know, he's a great soup maker, he's an awesome swimmer/runner/cyclist...and not too bad of a guy in general.  I claim musical talent...I love music...maybe it's more of a love for music than actual talent...but I dig it either way.  I also use to be good at water polo...but now I'm chubby and my knees can't hack it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where were you born? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Payson Hospital.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Holy Cross Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is your best friend(s)? Why? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mike and Brian because they are my only friends who might actually read this...but if someone else is reading it...you are my best friend too.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adam is my best friend...he knows me better than anybody and I can say or do whatever I want and he won't judge me.  I am also big fans of (in no particular order) Brittany, Carlye, Holly, Kelli, Chicken, etc. (sorry if you weren't included but felt you should be...talk to me more then.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will maybe put my grandma after Adam and before everyone else...she's the coolest old gal I've ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you like your birthday? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We have really good birthdays.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes...May is a good birthday time...AK's is September...maybe the best 2 months ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the worst relationship you've ever been in?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Maybe a distant familial one...not something to address really.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think this implies a dating type relationship which I mostly avoided and the few ventures I did make were really wonderful...and anybody I have a "bad" relationship with is probably somebody I don't want a good relationship with...I'll go with biggest mistake fella who is a guy named Nate...he was dumb and not very cute...but that pretty much went nowhere because I realized the mistake before I made it...wow, that was long winded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the the nicest thing someone has done for you today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jen bought me lunch and rubbed my shoulder.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adam went to class with me.  He is taking my Physics class with me because he knows I'd had to blow a Saturday morning without him...what a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pets? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;No.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No...but I sort of want one...dang allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a good cook? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm ok...I'm really good at knowing when stuff is done.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adam makes amazing gourmet style soups.  I'm a decent cook.  I like to cook but don't have a lot of time to do anything truly miraculous in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How tall are you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6'2"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Somewhere between 5'6" and 5'7"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a motto? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I look out for #1...Jen.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;- funny guy.  One time this really grumpy and rude girl walked by and a friend of mine said..."why do you think she's so pissed off all the time?  Is it really worth it to be so unhappy and make others so unhappy. Why not just try to enjoy life?  If it seems like it's going to be a bad day make it a good one?"  I put quotes but shouldn't have because I paraphrased...it's not really a motto but good words to live by, in short, live it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the best job you've ever had? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't really think I've had a good job yet...maybe I just don't like working...hopefully it'll be my next job.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe teaching piano or swim lessons...those were pretty chill.  I liked a lot of things about coaching too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the worst job you've ever had? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Current. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I "nannied" for the worst family in the world for a while and was miserably underpaid for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What image will haunt you the rest of your life? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It involves hunting with my Dad as a small child... I like aminals :(  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The creepy guy leering through the window... I'm scared of dark windows to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a kid, were you ever in trouble at school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yes.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of course...I think I was a real gem but I never got good citizenship grades and got kicked out of class from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you believe in soul mates? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah...Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't used to but there is no way I could be with anybody but Adam...I'm not always easy to love and I am also easily annoyed...but Adam doesn't have trouble loving me and I'm never annoyed with him...soul mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with "S"? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes...which is funny because I haven't done a whole lot of kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most awkward dating moment? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Junior High "dating."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adam once insisted that I go out with a mutual pool friend who begged Adam not to date me... even though we already were.  Still the situation wasn't the awkward part it was the WHOLE date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most naive moment? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I was actually surprised the first time my brother, Tyson, got caught smoking the hippy lettuce (not sure why).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To avoid being crude, I'll leave it at this... I was wearing a pearl necklace one day and Adam's brothers were teasing me, I didn't get why... Hmm, still pretty crude I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Least favorite chore? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweeping.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Putting the laundry away (I actually really enjoy doing and folding the laundry though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever been in a car accident? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, but I wasn't driving. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;-not a very wordy guy...he's even been thrown from a vehicle.  I have been in several...but I've never been ticketed for one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What type of footwear do you prefer? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The kinds of shoes I don't wear to work.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Flip-flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What brand of jeans do you prefer? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The kinds that are on sale.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I mostly agree...I usually wear AE jeans though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What cologne/perfume do you use? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Polo Black &amp;amp; Alfred Sung.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fancy Love or DKNY usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long was your longest relationship? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Five and a half years and going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ditto, with AK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long was your shortest relationship?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;If it's short does it really even qualify as a relationship?...I guess three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Two or three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ringtone&lt;/span&gt; on your phone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I believe it's call Ring #3.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know...it came with my phone though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you ever wear braces? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you reduce stress? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Exercise, reading or video games.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Music, cleaning, or exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you handle the truth? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah...I just can't always deliver it.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think so...usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craziest thing you've ever done? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I let the dr. reset the bones in my hand w/o any anesthetics.  &lt;/span&gt;I got in a car full of college boys I didn't know and then they drove away and I realized how dumb I was...I spent the rest of the night hanging out with them and never saw any of them again...random and crazy...but mostly so dumb...I'm lucky they weren't creepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Righty&lt;/span&gt;/lefty? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Righty.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Righty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who would you cast to play you in a movie? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Steve McQueen if her were alive.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Morgan Freeman...boy he's a good actor ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a lucky number? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;9 or 47  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your biggest accomplishment? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Marrying Jen.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marrying Adam...soon I'll nail down the 2nd biggest...a dang degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First thing you wash in the shower? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My feet.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My face/eyelashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much have you won gambling? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;$400  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;$250  We're clearly big risk takers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is the funniest person you know? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It depends on what you're looking for but probably my brothers, Taylor and Tyson, and Matt Weiler.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AK and Jacob...the only two people I've met who have really similarly odd senses of humar as me...we laugh at things many people would be apalled by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What school activities/clubs did you participate in? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I didn't really like doing stuff until I was about 20.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;- He's not a weirdo...he mostly just hung out with his friends.  If you want to see a weirdo check out this list!  FCCLA, NHS, many choirs, VICA, PLT, swim team, water polo...probably more...nerd alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the best age to marry? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;26...really anytime in your late 20's...or when you meet Jennifer Chipman.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;23 seemed pretty ok...I would have maybe waited a little longer if I could have handled it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could take a one-month trip and money wasn't an issue, where would you go?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I'd go to the Greek isles with Jen.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Greece!  One day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any allergies? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Seasonal.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seems like all the flora and fauna on God's good earth!  And medical tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite large U.S. city?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;why not? $400 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any nicknames? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;AK is becoming so popular it's eclipsing my actual name...also Jen recently started calling be bandacout but I don't know how long that will last.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jen, JC, JK, Fanga, Sag (pronounced "sog"), and Wombat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents' middle names? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ernest...my mom doesn't have one.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Merrill and Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the color of your bedsheets? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They have trees and bears and have orange, green, tan and brown...it sounds ugly but they are really good looking.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Same as Adam's...my favorite ones are burnt orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the last thing you drank? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Water.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was your first kiss? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Maybe Tami.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jonathan...if this includes being 3 yrs old...Aaron if not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First crush? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Katie Stevens.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jonathan Broderick.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the nastiest joke you ever played on someone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Me and Kellen tied Tyson to the boomerang chair, stuffed a sock in his mouth, and held his eyes open while forcing him to watch Xena Warrior Princess...maybe that's not so much a joke as torture.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tricking Scott into the surge tank at the pool and then closing the lid (seriously a heavy lid...it's quite a lot like a manhole and manhole cover) and then turning on the pool fill...I know this doesn't make much sense to the non-lifeguards but this would be truly terrifying.  We told him the hairtraps were in there and he need to fetch them and clean them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you peed in a pool? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, like every pool I've been in...but it's even better if you aren't in the water and you're peeing into the pool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of course...whether in the pool or into...how could I not?...lifeguard!  swimmer!  Have to...at this point I don't really even notice it anymore...it's like reflex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strangest dream? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;As a little kid I had recurring dream where my mom's mom was a zombie pursuing me...sorry Grandma.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In my youth, Reba McIntire came into my backyard as we were finishing it and massacred my family.  The scariest part wasn't the shooting spree but that Natalie (an infant at the time) was running away.  I had this dream regularly for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite game? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Pretty much any game with a definite end and isn't played on and on for hours.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rockband, match-mate, loaded questions, etc.  I love games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite Disney movie? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Robin Hood with a Fox.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oodalally oodalally golly what a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is one talent you wish you had? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish I could roll my tongue into a "U"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wish I could run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many cousins do you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't know.  Don't care.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A lot.  I love my cousins and am glad to be in such a huge, fun family...but I'm not gonna count...sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your "homeliest" year? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Probably 5th grade...but I think 58 is going to be prety bad too.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ouch...I think I'm gonna have to do my not homeliest...so...I was cute from 0-5 and then not really again until about 17 maybe.  The worst were probably 3rd and 8th grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite candy bar? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;...aren't actually in bar form...junior mints, peanut m&amp;amp;ms, and reeses.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't love candy bars...but perhaps Lindor white chocolate truffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite part of a human face? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Eyes.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eyes...they're often telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you usually early, late, or on time? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;On time.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Usually a little late or very early...not often on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something you would love to do, but don't think you'll get the chance? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The LoToJa.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adopot some foreign children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite book? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I think I'll go with Goosebumps #42...wait, no...#17!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice...certainly not science text books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now aren't you glad you read that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-6543801011622511202?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6543801011622511202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=6543801011622511202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6543801011622511202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/6543801011622511202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag-team.html' title='Tag Team'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8303398016829247251</id><published>2010-01-11T16:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:38:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Decade</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post pics and chat about Christmas but that will have to wait. I was going to do a New Year post and discuss the big year that was 2009...but then I read my Chelsea's blog and decided to steal her already stolen idea and post the decade in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in NJHS and concert choir (teacher got canned). I joined the swim team. I got back-handed by Caryn (who thought she had it in her eh?...also she's always been a good friend and I'm sure it was deserved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 9th grade year after having learned to loathe swimming and my coach. I started my sophomore year at WJHS. I was in musical theater (because D said I lacked confidence...something he likely grew to regret). I made Rudelich's student teacher cry. I got kicked out of Mrs. Weiler's class from time to time. I made some great new friends. This year sounds like I was a bad kid but really I was sweet as sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at the Gene Fullmer/WJ Outdoor Pool as a lifeguard. I made even more friends. I met the Stoddards and friends. I learned a lot about life. I started dating. I started driving. I continued to hate swimming. I started Junior year which was really difficult and time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the silver lining in swimming...WJ started a water polo team and I adopted a new obsession. I was named captian and learned the wonders of D-hole (my position). I tried out for and made Madrigals. I had a rad summer. I started a great senior year of high school...I took the bare minimum in legit courses and mostly just played. I was the captain of swim team (sucko!) and didn't try out for the high school musical so I could focus on swimming (why? so dumb). I had the busiest Christmas season of my life...I miss singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang and swam and played polo and spent time with some really amazing friends. Then I graduated with more things around my neck than I probably deserved. After a blissfull summer I left for USU. Moving out was liberating and I took full advantage. Made some friends...some were quickly discarded and some will be there forever. I started dating AK the great...knowing I'd one day marry the kid. I played water polo for USU and didn't do very well in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my short lived life as a music major (I maintain this is the best major ever...so fun...but not for me). I did some African dancing (I wish I could do this again). I played more polo. I had knee surgery then played less polo. I met the rad girls of the crack house. I started working at Mariposa ("It's another beautiful day at Mariposa, this is Jennifer, how may I help you..." Lame...but fun and easy. My cousin and my Grandpa died. The Grandpa dying was sad but expected. The cousin dying was tragic and very unexpected and I wish I would have known him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK graduated...I was so proud! I transfered to the U and began my current major of Exercise Physiology. I started working for an ENT/oncologist. I moved back in with the parents (major difficult adjustment even though I have an amazing fam). Adam's neices were born. I think this is the year my fam went to Nauvoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mexico in January (I think 2007). AK started working for AO (good and bad). Aliese and Darrin got married in March. I quit Gene in June and started working at Lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam went to China and Michigan and I missed him. Adam proposed (yay!). My Nana passed away. I stayed at the U and took night classes at SLCC...thinking I could graduate faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest year of our lives! Spring semester was busy with plans and school and work. We bought our house in April. We got married in the Logan temple in June and went to PEI for our honeymoon. Being married is the BEST! My car broke down on December 29th and I bought it's replacement on December 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll graduate in May...Adam and I will both be working on some grad school stuff. Jobs might be altered a bit. Hopefully we can spend more time together and with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8303398016829247251?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8303398016829247251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8303398016829247251&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8303398016829247251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8303398016829247251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-decade.html' title='The Last Decade'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2032860153633007100</id><published>2009-12-04T14:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:56:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was swell...we went to my Grandparents' cabin in Christmas Meadows (very over the river and through the woods) on Wednesday night...played a ton of games and stayed up late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving morning, we did some prep work and then went Christmas Tree hunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cool kids...minus my mom who took the pic (I forgot my camera...shocker)...AK and I are thoroughly bundled in coats and snow pants...not necessary...it was SO warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmDIyO9X3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y0hRpn4gKyM/s1600-h/PB260005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmDIyO9X3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y0hRpn4gKyM/s400/PB260005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411500614209068914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found this lovely tree and chopped it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmDBLN9hMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fODzqgCkdJA/s1600-h/PB260007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmDBLN9hMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fODzqgCkdJA/s400/PB260007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411500483476817090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held it and acted happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmC4B_LdeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/HjT76NsXkk8/s1600-h/PB260008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmC4B_LdeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/HjT76NsXkk8/s400/PB260008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411500326380074466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fam and their trees...ours was way too tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmCtP3EchI/AAAAAAAAAsw/U5pdutZr_i4/s1600-h/PB260012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmCtP3EchI/AAAAAAAAAsw/U5pdutZr_i4/s400/PB260012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411500141125595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved all the homemade goodness and the family time and seeing the long lost cousin.  Then we went to Adam's fam's for some pie and family time...which was also delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday started early for us and we spend a ton but saved at least as much.  Killer deals this year...and now we are nearly done with the Christmas shopping (and wrapping).  When we got home, I spent about 4 hours lighting half our tree...then the lights shorted out and now we have to buy new ones and I have to start all over...am I ticked? Why yes I am...I still haven't found the motivation to start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spend at Adam's Grandpa John's (we took Lyv)...it was pretty ok...but I started to get a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Lyv again Sunday which I usually love but I was getting sick... I have no idea how sick moms muster of the energy to not totally neglect their kids...2 days was more than enough (really, I love her and would watch her everyday if I could...but I'm glad I don't...I'd get tired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I missed a lot of school and work (sick) and now have tons to do...but I got some pics posted which shoudln't have been a priority but somehow was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...I am Thankful for the raddest family ever (lucky to have best friends I'm related to so they are stuck with me forev) and the best husband in the whole world who is nice to me even when I am sick and obnoxious.  What a champ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2032860153633007100?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2032860153633007100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2032860153633007100&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2032860153633007100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2032860153633007100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekendand-pics.html' title='Thanksgiving Ramblings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/SxmDIyO9X3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y0hRpn4gKyM/s72-c/PB260005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-8930520424931398024</id><published>2009-11-18T19:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:18:30.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What could you possibly have that's worth saying...</title><content type='html'>...so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I carpool a lot.  In our journeys I keep noticing that an awful lot of people are cell-phoning it up pre-8am.  Why is this?  Now, I am not one to talk on my phone ever...let alone while driving...let alone early in the morning...but I get the occasional need, e.i. "Hey, hun, I forgot my lunch, could you drop it off on your way."  or  "Hi mom, since you live in New York, I thought I'd call now to wish you a lovely morning."  or  "911, I just witnessed a murder...it's 7:15am...may want to look into it."  For the most part, who could you possibly be talking to (and why) this early in the morning.  Furthermore, the majority of the culprits are serial am talkers...this is going on every dang morning.  I don't get it and I judge them for it, I really do.  It's ridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, if you want a Christmas card email me...hopefully I find time to actually send some out (since I suck and am still working on thank you cards for our wedding...sorry guys...they're coming though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try and post more often and hopefully on more interesting subject matter...I'm busy (no excuse...everyone is busy in one way or another) and don't have a computer or internet in my home...I'll try to remedy both.  Peace folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-8930520424931398024?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8930520424931398024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=8930520424931398024&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8930520424931398024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/8930520424931398024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-could-you-possibly-have-thats.html' title='What could you possibly have that&apos;s worth saying...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2548982708519582073</id><published>2009-10-21T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:17:16.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Makes You Soft...</title><content type='html'>... and not just physically (which seems to be true for me but not Adam...darn BC).  Adam was gone for 4 days to hunt deer with his dad.  I missed him...a lot.  I don't remember being quite this lame but it seems I am turning to mush...at least regarding Adam the great.  Boy he's cool.  To keep myself occupied in his absence, I finally put stuff on our bare walls.  It took forever and I'm not quite done but it looks much better.  I'm stoked.  I'll post some pictures (I need to take some first though).  In lieu of his return, I shall do this survey thingy (stollen from Aliese's blog) and talk about the coolest guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this is the way it works, you answer as though you were your significant other. They can correct your answers if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my answers from AK's POV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIC INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;1. Where am I from?  I grew up in Nephi and moved to WJ in 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are my siblings?  Kellen (Lindsey), Tyson, Taylor.  (and Jen's sibs: Aliese (Darrin), Jacob, and Natalie.  My dad's wife has 2 kids too...but they don't really count.&lt;br /&gt;3. What school did I go to?  Nephi Elementary, Joel P. Jensen Middle School, West Jordan High School, SLCC, USU, UofU ~there may have been more than one elementary school, I forget~&lt;br /&gt;4. What pet(s) did I have?  A dog named Amber, then a dog named Trixie, and whatever Taylor was adopting at the time.&lt;br /&gt;5. When is my birthday?  September 27th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES / DISLIKES&lt;br /&gt;1. What's my favorite food?  Mexican food or Greek food mostly.  Pumpkin Chocolate Cookies is my favorite treat.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's my favorite book?  I read A LOT...maybe The River Runs Through It, Heart of Darkness, or Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainence. ~I really should know this...I do know what he is currently reading...he's reading two books, one is yellow and has a long title which I forgot...the other is Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (precious)~&lt;br /&gt;3. What's my favorite movie?  Braveheart, Cassablanca, Indiana Jones (all)&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was my favorite girlfriend / boyfriend?  Jen (duh...I married her).  Before that probably Brooke ~I don't actually know if they were boyfriend/girlfriend...I just know he dug her for a spell.&lt;br /&gt;5. What's my favorite song or singer?  All time...CLD, maybe Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;6. What's my favorite color?  Green (lately)&lt;br /&gt;7. What's my type (Girl/boyfriend)?  Girl-next-door looking girls who are extremely confident but have a tendency to be slightly needy once you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do I like better ketchup or mayo?  Neither...unless they are combined with french fries.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who's my favorite actor/actress?  Leonardo DiCaprio...don't judge...he's a great actor...very versatile.&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is my secret celeb crush?  Mandy Moore ~Ok...so he isn't the celebrity crush sort, but I know he thinks she's pretty~  Also the girl in Karate Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is my best friend?  Jennifer Kay!  Also my fam and Brett and Brian and Paul and Kevin maybe.&lt;br /&gt;2. What celebrity/historical figure best describes me?  Abraham Lincoln - he's tall and skinny and shy and a great leader and teacher and a smarty. ~he wouldn't really say this~&lt;br /&gt;3. What is my best accomplishment?  Marrying a rad girl and graduating college ~and being brave for going back~&lt;br /&gt;4. What is my best school subject?  English/Humanities &amp;amp; History&lt;br /&gt;5. What is my best quality?  Tolerance&lt;br /&gt;6. What's my best attribute?  My smile.  ~while he has a wonderful smile, his BEST physical attribute is his inguinal ligaments which sounds dirty but isn't...it's that line that kind of traces the hip region...and it's hot~&lt;br /&gt;7. What am I the best at?  Storytelling and being a husband and son and brother&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was my best friend in Kindergarten?  I don't remember his name but I'm going with the kid who's mom later killed her boyfriend. ~AK: I'm right, huh?~&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was my best friend in 1st year university?  Brian and Melissa&lt;br /&gt;10. What tree best describes me?  Aspen, it's tall, knobby, unique, and can adapt well in many different environments, also, it's Jen's fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is my worst nemesis?  The guy who used to egg my car.  Also, Bruce and Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the worst thing I have ever done?  It depends on one's definition of worst...maybe when my friends and I would drive around and steal people outdoor Christmas decorations ~maybe he wouldn't have wanted me to say that~&lt;br /&gt;3. What's my worst quality (in my opinion)?  I'm not very confrontational.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the worst food in the world (according to me)?  The bean dip with hamburger and corn in it that Jen's family call chip dip...can't even look at it.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the worst possible thing ever (I can think of)?  Baby rapers&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the worst thing you can ethically think of?  Baby raping.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the worst person I know?  Hilter, whom I don't actually know personally...or Bruce, whom I do.&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats my worst habit?  I'm a backseat driver when Jen's driving ~he wouldn't say this...but I would...it's his only flaw.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my wost attribute?  I have a big nose ~I LOVE his nose...he thinks it's big, I think it's perfect...it's masculine and he's a man...perfect.&lt;br /&gt;10. What was my worst break up?  Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. What am I most proud of?  Me degree and wife and house and adventures.&lt;br /&gt;2. What am I most ashamed of?  I can't think of anything...live life with no regrets and no reason to be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where would I want to live most?  In a house with Jen in a fairly chill area...maybe Cache Valley.&lt;br /&gt;4. What job do I want the most?  Realistically, I want to be a professor, really it'd be nice to be paid to ride my bike or box or be an astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;5. What crime would I want to committ the most?  Arson ~maybe?~&lt;br /&gt;6. What is most valuable to me?  My wife and family&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the most crazy thing i have ever done?  That one time at the haunted house...we'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do I want to visit most?  Greece&lt;br /&gt;9. What do I want to do the most?  Quit my dang job&lt;br /&gt;10. What am I most skilled at?  I know everything about everything...is this a skill.  I'm also good at cycling/running/swimming and I'm champ at wiping off the kitchen countertops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST&lt;br /&gt;1. What is my biggest achievement?  College grad.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is my biggest feature?  I have a biggish nose and a longish forehead.&lt;br /&gt;3. What was my biggest failure?  Ever being friends with "Biggie" ~I said this, not him, he wouldn't...I just hate her...also, he doesn't actually have any failures that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;4. What was my biggest regret?  I don't have any regrets (remember the part about livin life with no regrets)  ~not taking Jen to the last CLD concert of all time...is what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is my biggest dream?  Be a professor and live in our dream house with Jen and our 0-3 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY&lt;br /&gt;1. How many people have I dated?  A lot.  5-8 ish were more serious.&lt;br /&gt;2. How many languages do I speak?  Just English so far.&lt;br /&gt;3. How many days have I gone in a row without showering?  Maybe 3.&lt;br /&gt;4. How many times have I picked up in a bar?  Countless ~ok...so I don't really know but I'm pretty sure~&lt;br /&gt;5. How many valentines have I spent with a special someone?  Perhaps 10ish(4 with Jennifer)&lt;br /&gt;6. How many countries have I visited?  4 - Mexico, Canada, China, Jamaica ~I don't know about the last one...he went on a cruise...I think he went to Jamaica...could have been more countries involved...or different ones.&lt;br /&gt;7. How many states have I visited?  Around 30.&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people have I kissed? 10&lt;br /&gt;9. How many one night stands have I had?  None.&lt;br /&gt;10. How many days in a row have I gone without drinking/drugs?  Just 2...j/k...infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;1. What was my first word?  Not telling ~I really do know this and I know he wouldn't tell or want me to~&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was my first school?  Nephi&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the first sport I played?  T-ball&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was my first crush?  ~I have no idea...probably a cute little tomboyish girl~&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was my first girlfriend?  ~I would guess Sally but I think that isn't right~&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was my first real love?  I thought I loved 2 girls before I met Jen and learned what love really was...so Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was my first real heartbreak?  Maybe Sally.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was my first kiss?  ~I have no idea...but I know who his last was!~&lt;br /&gt;9. What was my first swear word?  Probably damn...as in...drink a sip of soda..."ah, damn good!"&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the first concert I ever saw?  ~Bah!  I know this, I really do!  I can't think of it!  I shall guess Dave Matthews though for the sake of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;1. What is my craziest quality?  I'm randomly and spontaneously silly.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the craziest thing I have ever done?  Maybe the haunted house thing?  Maybe the Mexico doombuggy and Senior Frogs thing?  Get married (j/k!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's the craziest person I've ever dated?  Sally or Lori ~both nut jobs in my opinion~&lt;br /&gt;4. What's my craziest interest?  Cycling ~it's a good hobby but so boring to watch~&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the craziest fashion trend I've followed?  I had a mullet as a very young lad...which was a mega trend in Nephi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIRKS&lt;br /&gt;1. What part of my body do I dislike?  The nose&lt;br /&gt;2. What do I find annoying or irritating?  Jen...really late at night ~this is sort of a joke (because really it's true) because I get super hyper at night~&lt;br /&gt;3. What do I do that is annoying?  Be mean to Jen when she's driving (again...backseat driver...only flaw).&lt;br /&gt;4. What habits do I have?  What habits don't I have...I am a man of habit...a bit OCD about things.  My life is a habit.&lt;br /&gt;5. What addictions do I have?  I have the least addictive personality of all time...but maybe Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILOSOPHY&lt;br /&gt;1. What philosopher do I agree with most?  ~who cares...the funny thing is he likely has one...but I certainly wouldn't know it~&lt;br /&gt;2. What politician do I agree with most?  None...but I like Obama pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;3. What laws do I disagree with?  Pot being illegal...not that I'd do it...but it's no worse than smoking cigarettes...or you have to wear a seat belt in a car but motorcyclists don't have to wear helmets  ~I don't really know~&lt;br /&gt;4. What religion do I agree with most?  Prolly the LDS.&lt;br /&gt;5. What movements do I believe in?  Uhh...women's rights?...uh...free the slaves  ~he'd be able to answer this perfectly himself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I EVER?&lt;br /&gt;1. Did I ever have an affair with a married person?  Just Jen...but she's married to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did I ever have a one night stand? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Did I ever committ a crime?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did I ever cheat on an exam?  Math...off Jen's paper...only then.&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I ever steal anything? What?  Yes...  ~I don't know what...gum...who knows...but I'm sure he has~&lt;br /&gt;6. Did I ever run from the cops? Why? No&lt;br /&gt;7. Did I ever do drugs? What kind? No&lt;br /&gt;8. Did I ever participate in an orgy? No...gross.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did I ever jump out of a plane? Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did I ever steal another mans alcohol? No...but this one is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;1. Do I have any allergies? Yes...bad ones...to outside stuff...plants or pollen or something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have I broken any bones?  Arm.  Hand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have I had any operations?  Tonsils and wisdom teeth&lt;br /&gt;4. Do I have any mental disorders? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Do I have any physical diseases or disorders?  No...but I think I am a Marfan...which I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2548982708519582073?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2548982708519582073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2548982708519582073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2548982708519582073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2548982708519582073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/10/marriage-makes-you-soft.html' title='Marriage Makes You Soft...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2818778036449818090</id><published>2009-10-12T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:32:06.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Found Camera Cable!</title><content type='html'>That's right, folks!  I found the dang thing.  My dad is a chord hoard and he had it...sweet!  So...here are some tidbits of our post-wed summer. I'll get some housey pics posted soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yuba Triathlon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK did the Yuba triathlon in August.  I was gonna join him...then I didn't...which I'm glad for.  He did so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AK the great, in transit from swim to bike.  He was the 5th done.  I wish I had the number of people still in the lake in the background (there's around 300 behind him...rad!)  He looks like a superhero in his wetsuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzhlqfExI/AAAAAAAAAsg/L577NCd_76c/s1600-h/P9110378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391780199775802130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzhlqfExI/AAAAAAAAAsg/L577NCd_76c/s400/P9110378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the bike...unfortunately he wrecked and had to fix his chain and start up again which set him back bit...but he still did amazingly well.  What a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzVQBmi0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/AifjXRMPaE8/s1600-h/P9110380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779987808750402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzVQBmi0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/AifjXRMPaE8/s400/P9110380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the run!  Here AK crosses the finish line and looks like he's been beat to death with a spoon.  He's so cool!  I'll join him next year...I need a bike and some training first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzK24VkiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oAr2EsgzBZ0/s1600-h/P9110383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779809260311074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzK24VkiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oAr2EsgzBZ0/s400/P9110383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Babysitting fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We watch Adam's niece, Alvia, from time to time...we LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She had a sleepover at our house and we did some crafts, mallow roasting, and bowling.  I also learned how much having a kid would cramp my style in the morning.  Lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many 3 year olds can hold their own ball, approach, and throw the ball all alone...probably just this one.  We had the slide thingy but because we weren't using it, she wanted nothing to do with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNy7-xOWbI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NGIumRIpWy0/s1600-h/P8140376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779553679923634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNy7-xOWbI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NGIumRIpWy0/s400/P8140376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNy0q_rJmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/s0W1jCWwQKY/s1600-h/P8140373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779428112737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNy0q_rJmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/s0W1jCWwQKY/s400/P8140373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took Lyv to Lagoon over the summer.  It was so so fun!  She loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I adore this face...this is her "pretty face"...it reminds me very much of some of my classic face-pulling pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNypStEYQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/38we47Ih3mE/s1600-h/P7180355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779232613687554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNypStEYQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/38we47Ih3mE/s400/P7180355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another precious face...she is so dang sweet!  She loved the scarier kid rides...the roller coasters and the mini-rocket.  What a little champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNyd7d-EkI/AAAAAAAAArw/ryI60gcXV0Q/s1600-h/P7180351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779037397783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNyd7d-EkI/AAAAAAAAArw/ryI60gcXV0Q/s400/P7180351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honeymoon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't remember if I'd posted pics of this...so I just decided to post a few.  This place is so amazing.  I loved PEI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNyHKOlmyI/AAAAAAAAAro/SE_JekNe1Mo/s1600-h/P6240291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391778646222805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNyHKOlmyI/AAAAAAAAAro/SE_JekNe1Mo/s400/P6240291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNx5NBjYbI/AAAAAAAAArg/ORnBnjtnOCc/s1600-h/P6260335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391778406455271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNx5NBjYbI/AAAAAAAAArg/ORnBnjtnOCc/s400/P6260335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNxoc2wVOI/AAAAAAAAArY/EZJNmdFhmRI/s1600-h/P6240293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391778118647174370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNxoc2wVOI/AAAAAAAAArY/EZJNmdFhmRI/s400/P6240293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2818778036449818090?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2818778036449818090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2818778036449818090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2818778036449818090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2818778036449818090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/10/found-camera-cable.html' title='The Found Camera Cable!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/StNzhlqfExI/AAAAAAAAAsg/L577NCd_76c/s72-c/P9110378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-2310119651874264563</id><published>2009-09-29T10:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:54:11.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>Adam's birthday was on Sunday and I had a whole birthday weekend planned for celebration purposes! I love birthdays. I love celebrating. I was stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Birthday weekend started right when we got off work. We hung out and he opened a gift (2 shirts). Then we went to Cabella's. We are both wary shoppers...Adam picked some stuff he wanted but is going to buy them online (good thing too...much cheaper. Then we went to Hoppers (way good!) with K-Walk. It was way fun. We lingered and hung out and then headed back to EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we slept in. I was going to take AK out to breakfast but we had big plans for dinner so we rationed our intake. Adam opened another gift (cylcing gloves). We stopped at his mom's bank and did some banking for 2 hours...changing accounts and beneficiaries...regrouping pretty much. Then we went to my parents' house. They gave Adam a Happenings Book. He was thrilled...still is. He has wanted one for a while. We are freaks. Adam wanted to swim but time didn't permit. We had some Jamba Juice and went to America First so I could make a transfer and spend more money on AK for his birthday. America First then attempted to wreck our weekend by stealing my ATM card because they thought I was a theif because they apparently can't make a decent name change (I can't buy anything online either). After being accused of a felony and having all access to my funds taken (still don't have my debit card) and after a mild melt down...Adam convinced me that my credit card is usable (Heaven forbid...I'm terrified of debt) and we proceeded to Cache Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to take Adam to the USU football game and to Maddox (best restaurant in the whole world) and then stay in Logan for the night...fate had other plans for us. A grissly wreck on the freeway (pretty sure at least one person died) added about 2 hours to our drive and we missed the game...so we ate at Maddox and had birthday ice cream at Charlies (part of our first date 5 years ago) and headed back down to EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays should be spent doing only what you want to do...so we didn't go to church (judge if you will...but we didn't want to go). Instead we had a lovely breakfast and opened more presents (grill &amp;amp; Casablanca). Adam went for a lengthy bike ride to test out his new gloves while I set up his new grill (which we can't wait to use). After some cleaning up and hanging out we went to his Mom's house to hang with his family and celebrate his birtday and his little brother's birthday. I love hanging out with family and I love love my neices and nephews. It was a great night. After tons of fun, we went back to EM and watched Casablanca. I love birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I bought some fall scented scentsy wax and it just came in and I'm jazzed for my house to smell like fall time! I love the fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-2310119651874264563?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2310119651874264563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=2310119651874264563&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2310119651874264563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/2310119651874264563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-3868212845839634150</id><published>2009-09-26T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:26:08.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure I'm not the first person ever to change my name and address...</title><content type='html'>...so why does my bank blow so much?  Normally, I love America First but after this I think I'm closing my account...as great as it is to have all access to my funds yoinked.  Thanks dummies.  I'm miffed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-3868212845839634150?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3868212845839634150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=3868212845839634150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3868212845839634150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/3868212845839634150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-pretty-sure-im-not-first-person-ever.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure I&apos;m not the first person ever to change my name and address...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-1335143930076722537</id><published>2009-09-09T08:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:22:00.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Decoration</title><content type='html'>That's right, folks, tanville finally has a little color.  We now have a rad fall wreath...the big kind...not the front door kind.  It will live in our kitchen in a few weeks and I'm pumped.  Next will be curtains and throw pillows (fabric from ikea...so great...I found some amazing damask fabric elsewhere and even though it's so pretty our house really needs some noise...so the loud fabric from ikea will certainly fit the bill) I shall be crafting.  AK will be gone for days hunting with his dad and I'll have to find something to occupy my time with since playing with him won't be an option.  Our house is the boss at being really tan and I can hardly wait to get some crazy in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I miss having the internet.  Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-1335143930076722537?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1335143930076722537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=1335143930076722537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1335143930076722537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/1335143930076722537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-decoration.html' title='Our First Decoration'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108845784069913131.post-4494305963928214924</id><published>2009-08-27T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:55:34.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Couples Tag</title><content type='html'>I stole this from my sister's blog (even the title of the post)...it's different than any I've done so I'm game. Plus, I like my hubs so I'll blab about us some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Where did you meet?   We met as lifeguards at the West Jordan Outdoor Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Who introduced you?  We introduced ourselves.  He asked me to work for him so he could win an ice cream eating contest...I did work for him (it's hard to tell a cute guy no) but he did not win the contest (he's just little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What was the first thought that went through your head when you met?  This hot guy is talking to me...he's sure hot.  Way too cool for me though...snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Do you remember what he/she was wearing?  Guard clothes...red tank top, horrid black shorts that actually looking great on him. (lame but true...sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Where was the first place you kissed this person?  He kissed me a few days after our first date.  We were at his apartment in Logan.  He said he'd help me study for Biology.  The whole story is much longer than this...but I failed Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How long did you know this person before you became a couple?  Over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) How did he/she ask you out?  There are two versions to this story...you may choose.&lt;br /&gt;     Short Version: I asked him if he was going to and then he did.&lt;br /&gt;     Long Version:  I was sort of with a really cool guy named Shohei.  I had been harboring a mega crush on Adam for over a year but thought he wasn't in to me and I'm not a pursuer so we just hung out a lot.  A few weeks prior to this I told a lie to ONE person.  I told her I was engaged to my roommate's brother...a girl I knew liked him and I thought it would be funny.  The lie spread further than I could ever imagine.  Adam stopped hanging out with me.  On Saturday, September 18th, 2004 I went to a football game with Shohei and my roommates and friends.  Adam was there with Cassidy and other West Jordan pool folk.  They came to investigate the engagement lie and to tell me I was stupid (Cassidy was the only one who knew the truth but thought it was funnier to keep it to herself).  The pool kids came over that night and told me I was dumb.  I told them the truth.  They were mad.  Adam was so mad.  He stormed out.  I chased him like a puppy.  I told him I was sorry and thought it would be funny and didn't realize it would spread and last the way it did (btw my lie totally costed me a CLD concert which I'm still bummed about...another story for another day).  I hung with Adam and some pool guys and left Cassidy to hang with others.  We reconvened and Cassidy told me Adam liked me.  I was shocked.  I had a big fat choice to make.  Shohei is a really cool, nice guy and was friend with my rad roommate.  But I've been in to Adam for a really long time.  I chose Adam...before he had even asked me out.  So Cassidy told me they were texting all night and that I should call him...it was around 2 am.  I called him.  We talked for a while.  I asked if he was going to ask me out.  He said he'd been wanting to for a while but then he "found out" I was engaged.  Then he asked me out for the following Monday night.  And I was his from that day on (he just didn't know it yet).  The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Do you have kids with this person?  No.  Not for several more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Have you ever broken the law with this person?  Yes.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) When was the first time you realized that you really liked this person?  Day One.  I was even more sure after we went on a little journey together involving "borrowing" some tubes for a talent show (weird...again, a long story).  And then I was certain of it when I saw other lifeguard girls flirting with him and I hated them instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Do you get along with his/her family?  I think so.  As far as I know we get along famously...I suppose I could be wrong but I doubt that I am.  His family is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Do you trust this person?  Entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Do you see her/him as your partner in the future?  We're locked in for life baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What is the best gift she/he gave you?  He's never given me a bad present.  I adore my wedding ring but that's not so much a gift...is it?  My favorite is maybe my guitar, Li'l Johnny.  Runners up are horsebackriding, Jerry Seinfeld tix, and my gun.  The guitar and ring are number one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) How long have you been with this person?  It's been 5 years since our first date and 2 months since our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) How well do you know your man or woman?  So well.  It took a while and I'm sure there are still things to be learned...but we know each other very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What attracted you to him/her first?  He was so attractive (I'm not a legs girl really but he has such huge calves and I noticed them readily because of his shorty short guard shorts).  He also acted like he owned the place...he totally has the "cool guy"presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Hair color?  Dirty blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Does he/she let you wear their pants?  I wear his pajama or sweat pants a fair bit.  I don't often wear his jean because we certainly don't have similar body types...but he'd let me wear anything of his if I really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Do you have a shirt of hers/his that you sleep in?  Only if I'm super cold...then I wear his hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Does she/he make you happy?  So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Does she/he have any piercings? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Does she/he have any scars that you know of?  Yep.  He has a few.  One on his back that looks like the result of a bullet wound...from skin ca.  One on the bridge of his nose from summer '04...we were swimming together.  I like that one because it reminds me of what a great day that was for me...I really really liked him and was thrilled to be swimming with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Is he/she outgoing or shy?  Both.  He starts off quite shy but people who know him well know he is plenty outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Does she/he sing?  Only to me.  And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Do you like her/his friends?  Quite a bit.  Because we've known each other so long we have a lot of common friends.  He's a cool guy so his friends are pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Does she/he have any tattoos? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Does she/he look like their mom?  A little bit.  He has the same face shape as his dad and the same coloring as his mom.  I can see a little bit of them both in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) What is the most romantic date she/he has ever taken you on?  We aren't the super romantic sort but he does surprise me from time to time.  One of my favorites was the extended date we went on in Logan before he went to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Do you have any nicknames for each other?  Many...they're mostly unconventional though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Do you live with this person?  Yes.  And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) Do you have any pets together?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) Where is this person?  He is currently at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) What is your anniversary date?  Our wedding anniversary is June 20.  Our first date anniversary is September 20 (I don't know if we just drop this one now...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) When will you guys do something next?  Oh probably tonight.  We carpooled today so I get to see him earlier than on non-carpool-days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108845784069913131-4494305963928214924?l=adam-and-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4494305963928214924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108845784069913131&amp;postID=4494305963928214924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4494305963928214924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108845784069913131/posts/default/4494305963928214924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adam-and-jen.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-couples-tag.html' title='Another Couples Tag'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347795924793491545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B9LTkf4Ifbo/Sm4kkuYU7pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pigiiFn85Q4/S220/!01-8x10-coverA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
