<?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-414371325140789824</id><updated>2011-10-16T18:59:22.522-06:00</updated><category term='The Newest Charger&apos;s Fan'/><title type='text'>My Little Corner of the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-5811661771452207143</id><published>2009-08-07T16:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:02:26.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Last Two Months Go?</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! Where did the last two months go? The last time I posted Bridger was brand new and now he's smiling at us and telling us all kinds of stories!&lt;br /&gt;We have had so many fun times with our family the last two months! So..here is what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 27th Bridger Steven Chappell joined our family. He is such a blessing and joy! I love watching my son interact with him and his little daughter. He is such a good daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2nd I ran the Hurricane 5k. My second one. Steve was so great to stay by me til I faultered on the hill. He did so great for his 1st run and only training for 2 weeks! I actually finished 2nd in my age group and it felt so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3rd: We all met in St George except for Courtney and the kids, of course, to bless our beautiful little Grayson. The weather was so beautiful and the kids had such a great time at the park. Chris is always such a sweet hostess and Chris' mom, Vicki was there also. Cody and Chris have the cutest little boys. Cody is going back to school and I am so impressed by how hard he works at all he does. He is such a good dad and he has always had such an incredible work ethic. Since he started his first job, he has never given up. Just keeps plugging away. He always does it quietly, never expecting and praise or recognition. I love you, son!&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day Weekend:  Mont took me to Lake Powell fishing on Saturday.  It was SO much fun and even more fun when I kick his butt while fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25th: I accepted a 120 day detail with the Forest Service. I am working at the Richfield Interagency Fire Center with an official title of "Acting Assistant Center Manager over Operations". How's that for a mouthful? I absolutely LOVE the job! The drive over the mountain everyday isn't so fun, and gave me a new appreciation for Steve driving everyday. I have talked to people who say they love the hour of peace before they get home, but I guess I'm old enough it just wears me out! The days in dispatch during fire season can be very long. There are periods of very quiet time and then, like yesterday, we have a lightning storm go through and have fires everywhere at the sametime. CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 27th: MaKenna graduated from preschool. She sang ever word of every song just as perfect as can be. She knew her part word for word . I was such a proud Grandma! I just can't believe she's going to be going to Kindergarten! She is so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29th: We went camping with Marcie and Jeremy and the kids, Cody and Aaron and Melinda and Ray. We went out on Parker Mountain and watched it rain and hail and snow. No matter what, we always have a good time! Ray was such a good sport. I don't know that camping is his thing, and sleeping in a tent with an overnight temp of 30 degrees doesn't help, but he was still smiling when he left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11th: Our 33rd wedding anniversary! Gosh, I didn't think I was 33 years old yet! We spent our anniversary with Mont in Moab for training and me in Richfield at work!  Happy Anniversary Mont! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107881444990&amp;amp;site=widget-7e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107881444990&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p1/3530822107881444990/bb_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107881444990&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p2/3530822107881444990/bb_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3530822107881444990&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p4/3530822107881444990/bb_t042_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13th Brooklyn's 3rd birthday! We went to Cedar and spent the weekend at Steve and Courtney's house. Courtney's mom is such a sweetheart. She is always so welcoming and would do anything for us. We all went to the Pizza Factory afterwards to have pizza. Now THAT was a party! LOL It was so great to have Jerrod and Staci and Ethan come and party with us. I love having them so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14th: We gathered in the orchard at Steve and Courtney's house and blessed Bridger. I was so proud of Steve. He is such a tenderheart. Such a beautiful little family. We are so grateful for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19th: We had the Pearson Family Reunion in our backyard. All of the kids were here. Crazy and fun! Grandma has a tendency to get a little wound sometimes, but I love having them here. I love watching them interact and reminding me of the closeness our family has always had. Chris had planned so many great activities for the kids and they had so much fun decorating cookies, making hats and painting shirts. My Mom's sisters, my Aunt Beth and Aunt Marge were here. They've always made sure that we've been kept close as a family; and Sheila and Greg. Kerry and Lisa and the kids, poor Lisa had been to girl's camp all week and was trashed! She's always such a good sport. Brent and Lenna and Kyler and Kimber; LeAnn; Staci, Jerrod and Ethan; Uncle Bill was here for about a week. My only regret with my Uncle Bill is that we didn't find the relationship we have now about 40 years ago. But maybe this is the way it was meant to be. We love having him here. On Sunday night after everyone had left, Uncle Bill and Mont were sitting at the table and he was teaching Mont how to tie flies. I know it sounds cheesy, but it made me quite emotional. Of course, they had to go test the new flies the next day. They remind me of the "Old Poop and Billy" in the movie On Golden Pond after they have wrecked the boat and she won't let them out of the house anymore. So they sneak out to do their fishing. Only it's and old and older man! lol They take off and go fishing and I just wait to hear about it when they get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th: We met Marcie and Jeremy and the kids to camp at Palisade State Park for the weekend. Melsy came and stayed with us on Friday night. We went to the Mormong Miracle Pagent on Friday night. I loved seeing it. I haven't been to it for some time. The next day we walked to a little craft store that was near the campground. They sold shaved ice. Of course, we had to have one! We had had one the night before and after we had the one on Saturday, Kenna said, "Grandma, this is the best day of my life!" I asked her why? "Because I got to have a snowcone 2 days in a row!" We played we swam in freezing cold water, we ate and ate and played and had such a great time. Mont got to go fishing with his nephew, Kerry. He came back with a huge smile on his face. Funny, he's always like that after he has been with Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. Whew! No wonder I came home and took a 2 hour nap today!! Sorry this is long, but I believe this blog is more for me than anyone. I've never been too great at keeping a journal, maybe for now this will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July I spent working.  Mont came over and watched fireworks with me. It was a tough night to sleep with all the fireworks going off.  That was about all the excitement for that holiday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my family to know how much I love and appreciate each one of them. I don't know what I would do without them. I know that it's always crazy when we're all together, but with 14 adults and 7 little people, it can't help but be a little nuts. It's those crazy times that create the memories that mean so much as the years go on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-5811661771452207143?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5811661771452207143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=5811661771452207143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5811661771452207143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5811661771452207143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-last-two-months-go.html' title='Where Did The Last Two Months Go?'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-7225165810961678749</id><published>2009-04-28T10:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:16:22.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Newest Charger&apos;s Fan'/><title type='text'>Bridger Steven Chappell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Sfc4LCanYVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PYUxR4ap6yo/s1600-h/charger+fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329790446294491474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Sfc4LCanYVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PYUxR4ap6yo/s400/charger+fan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the newest addition to our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridger Steven Chappell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born April 27th, 2009 at 7:15 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weighing in at 9 lbs 13 oz and 22 inches long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks just like his daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Sfc40KMptmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hcl1IFl-ZFY/s1600-h/first+family+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329791152758044258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Sfc40KMptmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hcl1IFl-ZFY/s320/first+family+picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is so full today. Can't hold back the emotions very well. I am so blessed. As I spend time with these beautiful little grandchildren, I am so eternally grateful to my Heavenly Father for sending these special spirits to our family. I love hearing them call me Grandma, Grammy, Granny. . . I miss them all so much and wish I could spend more time with them. I'm so thankful to their parents for teaching them and being good examples to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the best time of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-7225165810961678749?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7225165810961678749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=7225165810961678749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7225165810961678749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7225165810961678749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/04/bridger-steven-chappell.html' title='Bridger Steven Chappell'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Sfc4LCanYVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PYUxR4ap6yo/s72-c/charger+fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-1772310514798411309</id><published>2009-03-22T11:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:44:55.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Retirement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/ScaGAg9p6UI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gvp--OB31KE/s1600-h/new+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316083753564105026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/ScaGAg9p6UI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gvp--OB31KE/s200/new+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Mont and I purchased a toyhauler trailer house. We thought it was just the ticket for us. Load the wheelers, head on the mountain. Needless, to say, the bunk bed was not made for two older (not old!) people. I couldn't find the ladder in the night to get to the bathroom and Mont was paralyzed by the bed and couldn't get down in the mornings. We then decided the answer was to use the blow up bed after the wheelers were taken out of the hauler. When we bought a trailer, there was 2 things I wanted. A bathroom and a bed I didn't have to make every night!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of thought, we put our toyhauler up for sale, and found a great deal on a 29' "retirement" house. It's a little long, but SO comfy and easy to spend weeks at a time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go back in time a few years. Mont's folks used to head to Quartzsite, Arizona every January to enjoy 70 degree + temps while we were shivering here at home. The last few years that Grandpa and Grandma went down there, Grandpa's health didn't allow him to drive them down there and back. Mont and our great brother-in-law, Ken would get them there and back. The last year they went down, I went with Mont to bring them home. They were staying in a little RV park in the middle of the desert and all I could think to myself is "there is no way in hell I am ever going to do this"! Honestly, I thought the most entertainment they had was watching their underwear tumble in the dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the present. The past three weeks Mont has been having decompression treatments on the disks in his back with a chiropractor in St. George. The first week he had water meetings there and then would have a treatment each night after his meetings. The second week, he took our new trailer down to his sister Polly's and her great hubby Ken and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/ScaGzTtifTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2mR_4ZMxJw4/s1600-h/Sand+Hollow!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316084626180177202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/ScaGzTtifTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2mR_4ZMxJw4/s200/Sand+Hollow!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parked it in the little RV spot they have at their house in Santa Clara. I was pretty jealous that he got to go spend a week there! Last week, I joined him. We spent Monday night and Ken and Polly's and had a great time having a barbecue with them and just catching up. It has been so long since we have seen them! They are such great people and always willing to give everything they have to help someone out. On Tuesday we took our little house and went out to Sand Hollow State Park and stayed there for the next two nights. It was SO much fun and so relaxing! The weather was absolutely gorgeous and Steve brought our boat down and we spent Wednesday fishing and soaking up the sun. Suddenly, I had glimpses of me camping down in the desert of Arizona, soaking up the sun, attending the swap meet and rock show in Quartzsite and meeting some great new friends from all over the country, just like Grandpa and Grandma! And you want to know something??&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to LOVE it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-1772310514798411309?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1772310514798411309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=1772310514798411309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1772310514798411309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1772310514798411309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/03/glimpse-of-retirement.html' title='A Glimpse of Retirement?'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/ScaGAg9p6UI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gvp--OB31KE/s72-c/new+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-678165022626390334</id><published>2009-03-13T16:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:51:46.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Acres</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most of you are too young to remember a show that used to be on tv at least a hundred years ago, or when I was young.  A farmer went to the city and found him a bride (ZsaZsa Gabor) and brought her back to live on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Richfield is not New York but Lyman is probably just about as rural as it gets.  I've "helped" out on our little family farm.  I've fed, lambed sheep,attempted once to help dock lambs (you don't want to know), helped with the shearing, fed the shearers, herded sheep (once in purple house slippers), plowed, changed sprinklers, baled hay and probably several other things I have chosen to block out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that my husband can spend a day in the corral mucking around in sheep poop to his eyeballs and never bat an eye.  Why then did he gag and have dry heaves when he had to change a baby's diaper?  Which, I might add, was NOT very often!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, at times, been left to be the shepherd of our small flock.  Now, I admit, I love when the baby lambs are born.  I love to watch as they come into this world, usually on the coldest night of the year, get on their shakey legs and find something to eat.  It's amusing to watch as they play together.  Running as fast as they can to one end of the corral and back.  It never ceases to amaze me, that no matter how far the lamb can be away from the mother and no matter how many sheep there are, that lamb can hear its mother calling it.  Cracks me up when a pair of twins come on a dead run across the field and both attack the mother to have something to eat at the same time and the ewe's hind legs come clear off the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the NOT so amusing part.  I was called to be the appointed shepherd this week.  "Only 2 ewes left to lamb"  Piece of cake.  Monday night, we have the blizzard of the year.  Couldn't even see to get home from they gym.  Wake up Tuesday morning, it's 3 degrees.  Yeah 3!  I go to the corral to feed...there standing in the snow...SHAKING..are triplets!  3 AGAIN!  Is this a pattern?  I do my shepherd duties and get them all locked into a little pen.  Thinking at this point I am SO proud of myself.  I go home at lunch and checked on them.  One is dead.  Oh great.  Have they not eaten?  Did she step on it?  Are the other 2 going to die?  Lambs DO NOT need a reason to die.   So then I get nervous they haven't sucked.  Now what to do.  I reach into the files of the things I have been taught over the past 32 years about lambing.  Bellies look full, but still..why did the other die.  SOOOooo..I climb into the pen...position my fat derierre on the bucket that is used to water the mama sheep and proceed to teach these little lambs about where their bread is buttered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #1  Mama sheep has only 1 place to suck from.&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2  Place to suck from isn't very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am trying to hold the mama's leg up and shove the lamb in there to find something to eat.  Sheep DO NOT like their head touched, let alone having them drug somewhere they do not want to be.  Mama sheep was at this point somewhat amused, I think.  She kept turning her head back to look at me as if to say, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rigamortis (sp?) set in and I couldn't get off the bucket I wandered into the house, still wondering what to do about the little lambs.  Around 7 I warmed up a bottle of milk and took out to them.  Reaching into the poop pit I dug one little lamb out and proceeded to pry it's mouth open and insert the bottle.  So proud of myself!  The little lambed sucked a little, then blatted at me like, ok I'm so full I'm bout to puke, could you remove the bottle?  It was then I noticed how tight his little tummy was. Ok so they HAVE eaten.  They do NOT want anymore and it's ok for me to go to the house and get warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slipped off my poop covered shoes, coveralls, coat, gloves, etc., I could hear my husband saying to me, "Good job, honey!"  In the words of my sweet little granddaughter, MaKenna, "Whatever, dude!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-678165022626390334?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/678165022626390334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=678165022626390334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/678165022626390334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/678165022626390334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-acres.html' title='Green Acres'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-3876150899722314238</id><published>2009-02-24T19:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:15:33.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SaS1lnyDh2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vPVBzZFhptg/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SaS1lnyDh2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vPVBzZFhptg/s200/IMG00015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306565918888003426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking a spinning class at the gym in November of 2006.  For those of you who aren't sure, no I'm not spinning in circles or spinnig yarn lol.  Spinning is a cycling class taught by an instructor to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was in pretty good shape.  I had burned up the motor in one treadmill and pretty much had worn a path on the road to the cemetary and back.  So the first class I took, I was pretty cocky.  Knew I cold get on that bike and kick a little butt.  WRONG!  I honestly thought I was going to die.  I couldn't breathe and my legs were so shakey I couldn't stand up on the bike for longer then 30 seconds. I was done with that.  I was comparing myself to everyone else in the class and beating myself up about my physical condition.  I decided then, that the ride on that bike was mine.  No one elses.  I would do what I could and just keep plugging   along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 years ago, the gym started "Bike Across America".  We would log the time on the bike and made our way from San Francisco to New York.  An equivalent of nearly 3,000 miles. To put it all into perspective, a one hour spin class was equal to 20 miles.  That's alot of days and hours in the gym and on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great friend, Nan, was the first one to reach New York.  I think she was half way back to California when the rest of us started getting close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to the gym and got on the treadmill to see how close I am to reaching of my goal of participating in a 5k race.  That's another story!  lol  When I was finished and getting ready to go home, Tina, the owner of the gym and such a great friend and coach said to me, "I have had something for you for a long time."  She handed me this pink biking jersey.  "You were 2nd place in the Bike Across America."  Well how cool is that?  This baby boomer beat several Generations X and Y to the finish line.  It was quite an accomplishment for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I'll ever "love" to workout.  But what I do know is that I feel so much better when I do workout.  I have made some great friends at the gym and it's always a catch-up session when we haven't seen someone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never be a Lance  Armstrong and I'll probably never be a triathlete, but for me the Pink Jersey is the pat on the back I needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-3876150899722314238?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3876150899722314238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=3876150899722314238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3876150899722314238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3876150899722314238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-jersey.html' title='The Pink Jersey'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SaS1lnyDh2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vPVBzZFhptg/s72-c/IMG00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-3571591543052869616</id><published>2009-02-16T15:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:38:43.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>So the bucket list quiz has been going about Facebook.  I loved the Bucket List movie and it has made me stop and think about some of those things I'd like to do before I leave this earth.  Who knows when that will be?  I never thought I'd live to be 50 and here I am!  SOoooooo...drum roll please...my bucket list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Sky Diving!  The thought of it scares the living daylights out of me, but yeah I want to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to college.  I don't know if I can do the math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Washington DC.  Preferably in the springtime when the cherry blossoms are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all my children and grandchildren to Disneyland and watch the looks on the little one's faces.  And while we're there, take them to the ocean so they can let the water chase them back to the safety of the beach.  We'll find seashells and play in the water.  Then, we'll all sit together for the moment when the sun drops into the sea.  For me, that is the most incredible site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to run a half marathon.  I know that's a big stretch for me.  My goal is a 5k in April and I haven't been in the gym much the last 2 1/2 weeks, but I'm going to do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the places that have so much meaning to me in regards to my beliefs.  Vermont, Upstate New York, Nauvoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a difference in the life of one person.  Who that is is left to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in most people's lives, these things have already been done and you're all wondering what the big deal is.  But hey, it's my bucket, right?  lol  I'm sure the list will change as time goes by, but for now . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-3571591543052869616?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3571591543052869616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=3571591543052869616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3571591543052869616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3571591543052869616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/02/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-1352811102643131607</id><published>2009-02-12T06:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:49:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marcie!</title><content type='html'>Where have the years gone since they laid that beautiful baby girl in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beautiful woman you have become.  You are such a wonderful daughter!  You have made me so proud and so thankful to be your mom.  I love you more than you will ever know.  Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-1352811102643131607?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1352811102643131607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=1352811102643131607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1352811102643131607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1352811102643131607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-marcie.html' title='Happy Birthday Marcie!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-9015043867216178089</id><published>2009-02-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:40:22.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week About A Month Ago!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SXaRbu4TGQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DvjU_ahakg0/s1600-h/Madi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SXaRbu4TGQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DvjU_ahakg0/s200/Madi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293578317647255810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a busy month!  I detest January and normally it crawls by.  I have to admit the first week back to work did crawl.  And then, the second week hit!  I was involved in planning a retirement party for a great friend and co-worker who thought that maybe after 40 years of government service he should hang it up.  It was pretty bitter sweet and it's weird as heck to go by his room in the Supervisor's Office and have the lights off and the walls are bare.  His retirement is well earned.  He has a great and supportive family and my best wishes are sent out to them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in Richfield on Wednesday to get things ready for the retirement party then went to spend the night with Melsy in Provo so I could buy the groceries for the above mentioned party.  My dr. called me and told me that he had forgot to call and remind me I needed to see him so I could get my prescriptions refilled.  So I stopped and picked up Melinda and went on to Salt Lake to see my dr. who was so great to see me after hours.  It was a great night!  I finally got to meet Captain Carlos who treated us to dinner at Olive Garden.  Thanks again, Carlos!  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the groceries on Thursday and headed back to Richfield to get ready for the party.  Friday morning I woke up at 3:15 a.m.  Nervous about getting everything ready, I think!  The party seemed to be a great success and Mont and I finlly fell into bed about 10:30 that night.  Long day!!  We spent the night in Richfield and I got up Saturday morning and headed back to Provo and the air from hell!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melsy and I kept MaKenna and Madison so Marcie could have a weekend before our new little grandson arrives.  I was hoping she would spend it just relaxing, but not my Marcie!  She cleaned and cleaned and cleaned!  The baby must be coming soon!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girl party, can I just say we know how to party!  We watched movies, popped popcorn, went shopping, ate painted toe nails, wrestled, colored, ate, made cookie, played playdough and ate some more.  And might I add, I have the pinkest toenails (and toes) you could ever want!  It was so much fun!  Thanks Melsy for letting us trash your house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO looking forward to going to St George for Grayson's blessing.  It seems like forever since I have seen them and not to mention the Dixie sunshine! My luck, it'll probably snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-9015043867216178089?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/9015043867216178089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=9015043867216178089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/9015043867216178089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/9015043867216178089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-week-about-month-ago.html' title='What A Week About A Month Ago!!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SXaRbu4TGQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DvjU_ahakg0/s72-c/Madi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-5531263518716348286</id><published>2009-01-02T19:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:23:08.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up (again!)</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Where did the last month go!  Well let's see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ethan's blessing on the 7th of December.  He's such a beautiful baby and might I add, he LOVES his Aunt Mar.  Cody, Chris, Aaron and Grayson were there.  It was so fun to see them.  I may be a little prejudice, but I have the CUTEST Grandsons!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend, we went to Marcie's to celebrate MaKenna's 5th birthday!  She is such a sweetheart.  She gets so excited over the smallest of things.  It's just so hard to believe that she is five.  We went bowling and had pizza and cake and ice cream.  It was great fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came so quickly, before I was ready, AGAIN!  I was trying to be so prepared!  We had our ward Christmas Party on the 23rd.  It was so great.  The Primary kids presented the Nativity so cute.  We had angels and shepherds fighting over Baby Jesus.  Too funny!  I was trying to figure out how many years I have been playing the piano for the Ward party.  I always play when Santa comes in.  I'm thinking this is about 20 years, but I'm not sure.  Maybe I'll be remembered for something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was quiet.  We had Merrill, Colleen and Meggan, Kerry, Lisa and kids and Melinda, Mont and I for dinner.  Quite different than the more than 20 we had last year.  It's so hard for me to accept this part of my life.  I'm not ready to be this old!  Friday, the kids started coming home and the party started!  It was snowy and windy and the roads were horrible, but Cody and Chris and boys and Clint and Krista made it home.  Marcie and Jeremy and the little girls came on Saturday.  Such a great time!  We played cards and ate, and rode sleighs and tubes behind the wheelers in the field!  On Sunday, we were in Sacrament Meeting and Bishop asked me to say the closing prayer.  I explained to Aaron that I was going to go say the prayer and then we would go home.  I started up the isle and I hear, "Graaaandma, GET BACK HERE!"  I couldn't help but giggle.  He is such a sweetheart.  SO loving and so smart.  He even got on the sleigh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another first for us, no one here for New Year's Eve.  Thank goodness for Merrill and Colleen.  We went to Sunglow and had prime rib for dinner.  Came home, soaked in the hot tub and were in bed by 10:00.  How pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally went ice fishing for the first time on New Year's Day.  The trusty GPS told us the prime fishing time was sometime in the afternoon.  Holy cow.  Fishing was slower than molasses in January.  Hopefully Fish Lake will have a little thicker ice soon so we can fish up there!  Either that or we get some 80 degree temps and I can head back to Lake Powell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I haven't put you to sleep yet, good for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-5531263518716348286?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5531263518716348286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=5531263518716348286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5531263518716348286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5531263518716348286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up-again.html' title='Catching Up (again!)'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-2644682625877854265</id><published>2008-11-24T20:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:31:48.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SStxhA6J-NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/i0hPqD18YPY/s1600-h/DSCN2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SStxhA6J-NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/i0hPqD18YPY/s200/DSCN2433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432600760842450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the best birthday present a mom could ever ask for!  I love you Melsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-2644682625877854265?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/2644682625877854265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=2644682625877854265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/2644682625877854265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/2644682625877854265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-best-birthday-present.html' title=''/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SStxhA6J-NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/i0hPqD18YPY/s72-c/DSCN2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-3779380822643118839</id><published>2008-11-12T19:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:53:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Cruise!</title><content type='html'>We had such a great time on our cruise to Cabo.  We enjoyed the weather, the food and a great fishing trip in Cabo. The crew of the ship pampered us so much.  It was amazing they could remember our names when they would see us.  They cleaned the room twice a day and turned down the bed at night with mints on the pillow.  The cute pillow animals were there at night waiting for us.  It was so relaxing. . except for the trip back!   The trip back was pretty exciting.  The wind was blowing so hard and the ship was rocking pretty hard.  Lots of people sick that night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend time with Cody and Chris and the boys and spent a night at Trav and Heather's after taking a rather scenic tour to their house.  Thanks so much you guys for letting us crash at your house!  Their boys are so cute.  It's so funny to watch Jackson try to do everything Dominik does.  Jack took to Uncle Mont pretty quick and spent Thursday morning on his lap watching cartoons.  I wish we could see them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573458713583&amp;amp;site=widget-ef.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458713583&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p1/2738188573458713583/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458713583&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p2/2738188573458713583/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2738188573458713583&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p4/2738188573458713583/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/414371325140789824-3779380822643118839?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3779380822643118839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=3779380822643118839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3779380822643118839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/3779380822643118839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-cruise.html' title='Birthday Cruise!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-803684962976521707</id><published>2008-11-02T15:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:50:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Tricker-or-Treaters That Came to My Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQ4ueMc5c1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cZvz-6yTVt8/s1600-h/DSCN2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQ4ueMc5c1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cZvz-6yTVt8/s200/DSCN2246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196110716072786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-803684962976521707?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/803684962976521707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=803684962976521707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/803684962976521707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/803684962976521707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/11/cutest-tricker-or-treaters-that-came-to.html' title='The Cutest Tricker-or-Treaters That Came to My Door'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQ4ueMc5c1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cZvz-6yTVt8/s72-c/DSCN2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-4486901466712604696</id><published>2008-10-30T10:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:13:04.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Week. . .</title><content type='html'>It has been such a tough week.  The weather has been so beautiful and so many things to be grateful for. But sometimes, it's just hard to find "my groove".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-nine years ago October 28th, I lost my mom.  She was such an awesome lady.  Always pleasant, and smiling, even when things were pretty darned tough for her.  She was my best friend.  The one I could tell anything to.&lt;br /&gt;People say that it gets easier as the years go by, but I just don't believe that's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-4486901466712604696?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/4486901466712604696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=4486901466712604696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/4486901466712604696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/4486901466712604696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/10/tough-week.html' title='Tough Week. . .'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-5112816824563484248</id><published>2008-10-20T14:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:00:33.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Fat Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SPzvWZumjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/QtiZ8yK0Oog/s1600-h/Another+Dream+Shattered!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SPzvWZumjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/QtiZ8yK0Oog/s200/Another+Dream+Shattered!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259341633004408594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had those mornings when you just really don't want to get up. . .you finally drag your sorry self out of bed, get in the shower and attempt to get ready for the day.  Your hair, no matter how hard you try, looks as if a mouse has attempted to make a nest in it; your make-up looks like a 4 year old has done it for you; no matter what article of clothing you pull out of your closet feels like someone painted it on you and the day continues to snowball until you mutter to yourself, "I knew I should have stayed in bed."  Those days I fondly refer to as a fat day. . .and today just happens to be one of those days. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-5112816824563484248?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5112816824563484248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=5112816824563484248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5112816824563484248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5112816824563484248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fat-day.html' title='It&apos;s A Fat Day'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SPzvWZumjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/QtiZ8yK0Oog/s72-c/Another+Dream+Shattered!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-6268456048601251671</id><published>2008-10-08T08:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:01:14.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the newest addition of our family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SOzM5jw0QfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3ZSAWvK-8s/s1600-h/Grayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SOzM5jw0QfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3ZSAWvK-8s/s200/Grayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254800154459128306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing &lt;br /&gt;Grayson Walker Chappell&lt;br /&gt;Born September 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;8lb. 12 oz  20" long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one proud Grandma!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-6268456048601251671?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6268456048601251671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=6268456048601251671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/6268456048601251671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/6268456048601251671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-newest-addition-of-our-family.html' title='Meet the newest addition of our family'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SOzM5jw0QfI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3ZSAWvK-8s/s72-c/Grayson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-8408253956853831782</id><published>2008-09-21T17:23:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:30:04.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Blink It's Over. . .</title><content type='html'>Summer is over. The days are getting shorter. The nights are cold; the days crisp and clear. It's hard to believe that summer is gone. Wasn't it only yesterday I was waiting for it to warm up? We've had so many great times this summer! So many memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know looking at someone else's photo album isn't always the most interesting thing, but indulge me as I share some of the people and places I love the most. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167490003278&amp;amp;site=widget-4e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167490003278&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p1/2810246167490003278/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167490003278&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p2/2810246167490003278/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2810246167490003278&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p4/2810246167490003278/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/414371325140789824-8408253956853831782?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/8408253956853831782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=8408253956853831782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/8408253956853831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/8408253956853831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-blink-its-over.html' title='In A Blink It&apos;s Over. . .'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-7550232558729673980</id><published>2008-09-03T17:26:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:17:38.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene, Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL83C9oCOSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7PH403_WBwY/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241969015324293410" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL83C9oCOSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7PH403_WBwY/s200/river.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greetings from Eugene, Oregon! I'm on a fire assignment on the Willamette (WilLAMette) National Forest. It's so beautiful and so green! The streets are all one way and then you have to watch out for all the people on bicycles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The building we're working out of is the Federal Building in Eugene. It's a 5 story highrise in the middle of downtown. It's kind of strange trying to run a fire out of the city. I guess it happens all the time, but this is a first time for me. They don't have stake sides or anything like that to get the supplies to the fire. Just different. The FBI is in the building we work out of too. They have preferential parking in the back of this secure building. You have to have a card to get almost everywhere. The only window in our room faces the FBI parking. We were working away one morning, when there they all went, strapping on guns, bullet proof vests...the whole thing...we've only seen them ever bring one guy in cuffs. Yep, there I was takin pictures of it all. Little country girl anway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SMAJ-P1wQCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/seBEyo_KFpA/s1600-h/fbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242200931267788834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SMAJ-P1wQCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/seBEyo_KFpA/s200/fbi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convenience stores have 4 choices in fountain soda and they don't have a squirt of cherry to go into the concoction that I can put together. I can't find caffeine free diet anything in this city, even in a bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948341306563650" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL8kPk6GnEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3Hm6T3rUW2Y/s200/stadium.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt; Eugene is the home of the University of Oregon Ducks. You can't find a motel room in this city when they have a home game, and especially when it's the home season opener against their arch rival the Washington State Huskies. These people take their football seriously, and it's a party atmosphere for 2 days before the game. They have a duck for everything. I came out of the motel the morning after the big win and this was the dashboard of the car parked next to me. Sorry the pictures are blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944041799787442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL8gVT_zo7I/AAAAAAAAALw/yGPjHPqa32o/s200/ducks2.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out walking today and the train came by....now THOSE are trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL83l-i2zrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZTE6vK7GjWU/s1600-h/logs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241969616866430642" style="CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL83l-i2zrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZTE6vK7GjWU/s200/logs.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also pictures of the Willamette River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beautiful...my skin loves the humidity...but I'm ready to come home. I love the beautiful fall days in Lyman. I have a date with the greatest fishing buddy ever to spend a few days on Lake Powell. We have a new grandson due in a couple of weeks. I am so excited to meet him! And more great news...Marcie and Jeremy are expecting #3 in February and Steve and Courtney #2 in May. Here we grow again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed....&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/414371325140789824-7550232558729673980?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7550232558729673980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=7550232558729673980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7550232558729673980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7550232558729673980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/09/eugene-oregon.html' title='Eugene, Oregon'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SL83C9oCOSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7PH403_WBwY/s72-c/river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-9211929918279627139</id><published>2008-08-31T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:08:18.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the sweetest sister in the whole world.  She's always there for me.  Always has a listening ear and helps me feel better about myself.  She's been through alot in her life and she's done most of it by herself.  She's such an example to me.  She's so strong, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-9211929918279627139?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/9211929918279627139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=9211929918279627139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/9211929918279627139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/9211929918279627139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sister.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-7592175335721221538</id><published>2008-08-11T10:12:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:36:40.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga of Morris the Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmu9u2M0I/AAAAAAAAALI/rjV8uBkOlhQ/s1600-h/DSCN1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233295724035584834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmu9u2M0I/AAAAAAAAALI/rjV8uBkOlhQ/s200/DSCN1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What happens when you have 2 helpless women alone&lt;br /&gt;in a house with one ginormous ( that's a Melsy word)&lt;br /&gt;mouse whom she named Morris....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mom attempting to set the mouse trap.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBqg-d8OyI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xtjub89xkzg/s1600-h/DSCN1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233299881761454882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBqg-d8OyI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xtjub89xkzg/s200/DSCN1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The result....yes, that is peanut butter on the ceiling and 2 mashed fingers...I found out later I had too much peanut butter on the trap causing it to be too heavy to stay set...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SUCCESS!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmvHounGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NSj-6yvoQto/s1600-h/DSCN1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233295726694276194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmvHounGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NSj-6yvoQto/s200/DSCN1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmusS-O2I/AAAAAAAAALA/foCjOtP45w8/s1600-h/DSCN1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmvZptHYI/AAAAAAAAALY/14zvo2Z0zig/s1600-h/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233295731530210690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmvZptHYI/AAAAAAAAALY/14zvo2Z0zig/s200/DSCN1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes...this is where Melinda spent her time until Morris met his maker ( yes with legs crossed on the couch. . she said she IS aware of the fact that Morris could climb the couch)....It was all I could do to get the trap into the dustpan with Morris' four disgusting feet sticking straight in the air, and only after he was thrown in the dumpster did I think about taking his obituary picture....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-7592175335721221538?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7592175335721221538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=7592175335721221538&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7592175335721221538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7592175335721221538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/08/saga-of-morris-mouse.html' title='The Saga of Morris the Mouse'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SKBmu9u2M0I/AAAAAAAAALI/rjV8uBkOlhQ/s72-c/DSCN1881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-752845606153932920</id><published>2008-07-22T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:41:04.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I LOVE SUMMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197294191782&amp;amp;site=widget-a6.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197294191782&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p1/2449958197294191782/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197294191782&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p2/2449958197294191782/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197294191782&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p4/2449958197294191782/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&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/414371325140789824-752845606153932920?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/752845606153932920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=752845606153932920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/752845606153932920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/752845606153932920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-8775873174388659125</id><published>2008-05-25T17:40:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:11:53.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQFSBFegI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lRoY2QAcKQU/s1600-h/Will+It+Ever+Warm+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204701108534344194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQFSBFegI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lRoY2QAcKQU/s200/Will+It+Ever+Warm+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, time goes by fast, but the weather doesn't change! Still cold and cloudy, and I'm starting to wonder if it will ever be warm. Remind me of that when I'm complaining it's too hot! (Would I do that?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day was so awesome. Melsy, Clint and Krista all came. I was whining about how horrible my hair looked. I needed some color. I went to the gym and told my good friend Nan, that if my daughter wasn't going to come home to do my hair for Mother's Day, I was going to have to find someone to do it for me. I came home from the gym and called Marcie and told her I couldn't believe she wasn't coming home to do my hair. She said, "I'm sorry, Mom." I tried to call one of the girls here that do hair, but she couldn't do it either. So I said to heck with all that and went to have a nap. I was sleeping so go&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQESBFedI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sc6JirYl4rw/s1600-h/Grandma+&amp;amp;+Paha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204701091354474962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQESBFedI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sc6JirYl4rw/s200/Grandma+%26+Paha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;od, and Marcie, Kenna and Madi all came in and said, SURPRISE! It was so great. I got a color, a cut and a pedicure....love a day at the salon, even when it's at home! I'm such a lucky woman, I have the greatest kids and grandkids in the whole world. Everytime the kids come home I have some kind of job for them to do. They're going to quit coming! We went to Bowery Haven Resort and had dinner for Mother's Day. I talked to all of my kids and grandkids on Mother's Day. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDyG3SBFehI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zyg-vdvTyRw/s1600-h/Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205183553620769298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDyG3SBFehI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zyg-vdvTyRw/s200/Brooklyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love having Brooklyn call me on the phone. She's so stinkin cute. She always says, "Hi Grammy!" She jabbers for a minute and then says buh bye now honey. What a sweetie. I got the cutest picture of her for Mother's Day. They're going to come and go camping with us (if it ever warms up). I'm really looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQFCBFefI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UCgrBrH4Ru4/s1600-h/Uncle+Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204701104239376882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQFCBFefI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UCgrBrH4Ru4/s200/Uncle+Bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bill came and spent the next weekend with us. Mont and I are so thankful that he's such a special part of our lives. Our only regret is that it has taken us all of these years to have this special relationship with this great guy. He makes us laugh, cooks great meals and would give us the coat off of his back. I did yard work over the weekend and they fished and fished and fished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;W&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQEyBFeeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U5Wm1cfmDt0/s1600-h/Madi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204701099944409570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQEyBFeeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U5Wm1cfmDt0/s200/Madi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e went to Santaquin on Friday to see Kenna's dance recital. She's such a great little dancer! I thought maybe she would chicken out when she saw all those people, but she didn't! She danced 2 dances. One to "Kiss the Girl" and "The Tiki Room". Good Job Kenna! Madi is crawling now and has a mouth full of teeth. She is getting such a personality. She sure loves her sister. It's so cute to watch the look on her face when Kenna starts towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQECBFecI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kO6Ktb1TnDY/s1600-h/Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204701087059507650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQECBFecI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kO6Ktb1TnDY/s200/Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody and Aaron spent this past weekend with us. Chris wasn't feeling well so she didn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Aaron was such a kick. I think we watched Snow Buddies at least 150 times. lol He's the sweetest little boy, so loving. He's still not ready to ride the tractor or 4-wheeler yet, but he's in love with the Chevy Blazer. He told me this morning he gets to drive it when he's 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess that's it for now...maybe by the next post the temperature will have risen!! &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/414371325140789824-8775873174388659125?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/8775873174388659125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=8775873174388659125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/8775873174388659125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/8775873174388659125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SDrQFSBFegI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lRoY2QAcKQU/s72-c/Will+It+Ever+Warm+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-7949259397592882904</id><published>2008-04-29T20:56:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:24:04.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed height="180" width="300" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf?maturity=1226012400000:3394815:158561124:13434879:source.pyzam.com/app_res/mdp_cd/300x180/b/b/ahsweetbeach.jpg:The032Big032Birthday032Cruise033" quality="high" wmode="transparent" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000; filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/app_res/pylogo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000; filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/app_res/cyocd.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SByIY_QgV6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/X_UXQNeYAyI/s1600-h/Cute+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196178032957609890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SByIY_QgV6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/X_UXQNeYAyI/s200/Cute+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me awhile to try and find the words to express how I feel about Steve and Courtney's wedding. It was so beautiful. It was quite emotional for me. Steve has always had such a tender heart. When he was three years old he was backed over by a car when we were at our Easter picnic. His leg was pushed out of the socket by the weight of the car. We spent 5 days in the hospital. I was so thankful that he was all right. It didn't take him long to figure out how to get around and within a week after being released from the hospital, he was running around again. I'm so grateful for him and the joy he has brought to our family. His sense of humor; that grin. And now he has found such a sweetheart to spend his life with. They compliment each other so well. The look on both of their faces as they said their vows. It was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTU_QgV_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nHNs1BiD7Nk/s1600-h/At+the+Park+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTvPQgWCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5WScCS6CRxQ/s1600-h/At+the+Park+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196260878581782562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTvPQgWCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5WScCS6CRxQ/s200/At+the+Park+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the newlyweds were honeymooning, the rest of us spent the day at a new park by Cody's house. It was so much fun! We ate, played sand volleyball, flew kites, played in the water, and Kenna and I played McDonald's on the playground equipment. There are pipes with little speakers on each end. They are quite aways away from each other. Kenna would say, "Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order please?" I would tell her what I wanted. Another little girl was watching and listening to us, and then she said, "I'd like some nuggets with honey, ok?" It was so funny. They had the water fountains there, and Aaron and Kenna wanted so badly to play in it, but it was a little cool to be playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzQ0_QgV-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sZtzu1ZwNHM/s1600-h/At+the+Park+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196257678831146978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzQ0_QgV-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/sZtzu1ZwNHM/s200/At+the+Park+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Cody and Chris' house. They cooked us meatball subs, they were SO good! We played a really fun game, and I wish we had had more time to play. It was great to see Chris' mom. She is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTVfQgWAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vLBjfs_AYig/s1600-h/At+the+Park+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196260436200151042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTVfQgWAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vLBjfs_AYig/s200/At+the+Park+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;such a wonderful weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTVvQgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fATUdpMtdVM/s1600-h/At+the+Park+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196260440495118354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SBzTVvQgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fATUdpMtdVM/s200/At+the+Park+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who traveled so far to be with us for Steve and Courtney's special day. It mean the world to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-7949259397592882904?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7949259397592882904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=7949259397592882904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7949259397592882904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/7949259397592882904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SByIY_QgV6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/X_UXQNeYAyI/s72-c/Cute+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-5156819820819326178</id><published>2008-04-06T17:03:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:54:03.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_lg9_YzgsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FJ40an0qQsw/s1600-h/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mont needed to go to the park today to check the water level in the water tank. He asked me if I wanted to go with him and hike up to the water tank and across Johnson Mesa. It sounded like a great adventure to me and it was a beautiful morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wk-fYzhKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZlVX265aex4/s1600-h/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187061526819996834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wk-fYzhKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZlVX265aex4/s200/DSCN0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is climbing the hill to the water tank overlooking the housing area and the Visitor Center at the park. The next pictures are looking down into the Fremont River from Johnson Mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wTQfYzg_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/poPioU0WZ_0/s1600-h/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042044848342002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wTQfYzg_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/poPioU0WZ_0/s200/DSCN0179.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187042680503501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wT1fYzhAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kdgF-vpHQs0/s200/DSCN0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As I was hiking along, I couldn't help but think about what a terrible pioneer I would have made. I couldn't help but think of that as I could see all the old remnants of what had to have been a very hard life. The fence made of rocks that went on for miles; ditches that were dug by hand; imagining trying to clear the land to be able to plant it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wvP_YzhPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F-dUPXjNwYA/s1600-h/DSCN0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187072822583985394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wvP_YzhPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F-dUPXjNwYA/s200/DSCN0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187047323363148898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wYDvYzhGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CZIvCoiRuoY/s200/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We drove out to Sleeping Rainbow Ranch where Mont has a huge project going on. Utah Valley State College or I guess now it's Utah Valley University has an agreement with the Park to build a Field Study Station. This will be an outdoor classroom, so-to-speak. The buildings are awesome, with dorms and a main study hall / classrooms/ kitchen. Too bad they don't let you ride 4-wheelers down there!! We could have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wYDfYzhFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H33M5Amvo7U/s1600-h/DSCN0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187047319068181586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wYDfYzhFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H33M5Amvo7U/s200/DSCN0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The picture of Mont with this little tree is quite funny. Nothing like the Park Service. They are trying to establish a nursery near the Field Study Station. The trees got to the park and Mont had sat in on a meeting where they talked about getting the trees in the ground; they were ready to go. So he goes ahead, gets the trees planted and then holy cow! Let me just say, he wondered if he should have planted them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wiOfYzhII/AAAAAAAAAII/FBja3dpgY00/s1600-h/DSCN0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187058503163020418" style="CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wiOfYzhII/AAAAAAAAAII/FBja3dpgY00/s200/DSCN0190.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So when he shared the story with me, I assumed they were HUGE trees. So when I saw this little stick, I couldn't help but LAUGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When we got home, I was SO ready to take a nap. I was just settled on the couch when the phone rang. Mont said, "Come see our baby llama!" So last but not least here's a picture of our new baby! Mont thinks we should call her Toni! Clint says we should name her Tina, from Napoleon Dynamite. "Tina! You big fat lard! Come eat your food... gosh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What do ya think?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187060672121504914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wkMvYzhJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tyC7foq85Mo/s200/llama+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-5156819820819326178?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5156819820819326178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=5156819820819326178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5156819820819326178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/5156819820819326178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R_wk-fYzhKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZlVX265aex4/s72-c/DSCN0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-6155198448459272626</id><published>2008-03-10T07:57:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:18:15.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts and Kelly Pickler!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176210345604267762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WX4nRxvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vxNEGdjOXjY/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WGNHRxvrI/AAAAAAAAACY/qqOi1mDFv78/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursday, KSOP radio station in Salt Lake City was giving away tickets to the Rascal Flatts concert at the Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake. All I had to do was be caller 10 when I heard 2 Rascal Flatts songs back to back. I heard the songs...started dialing...busy...busy...busy..."Good Morning KSOP, who's this?" NO WAY!!!! So I called Melinda and told her we had tickets to Rascal Flatts for Friday night. We're both so excited. Friday morning, I'm working for a little while, when she calls my cell. I was busy with a co-&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WYY3RxvwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ruqEcycZrSI/s1600-h/Gary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176210899655048962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WYY3RxvwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ruqEcycZrSI/s200/Gary.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worker so I silenced the phone and went back to work. She called right back. She must need something I told my co-worker or she wouldn't have called me right back. So I answer the phone. "Hey! What's up?" "MOM! I JUST WON PIT PASSES TO SEE RASCAL FLATTS ON KBULL" OH MY GOSH!! Now we have 4 tickets and 2 pit passes to the conert. How lucky was that!?! We ended up giving the other two tickets to another teacher and a high school girl that volunteers at the elementary school Melinda teaches at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite an experience. I've never been where they step on your fingers if you don't watch out! I was trying to take a picture on my cell phone for Krista when Gary, the lead singer for Rascal Flatts comes and takes my phone. Melinda and I both had this look of what the heck is he doing with my phone on &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WfxXRxvyI/AAAAAAAAADI/5iYG5Au32Ow/s1600-h/kelly2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176219017143238434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WfxXRxvyI/AAAAAAAAADI/5iYG5Au32Ow/s200/kelly2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our faces! lol It was so funny. Apparently, he was trying to figure out how to run the camera on it, 'cause he took a picture of ME with my cell phone. It was so dang cool. I know I probably embarassed the heck out of Melinda, but dang it was fun!!&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/414371325140789824-6155198448459272626?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6155198448459272626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=6155198448459272626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/6155198448459272626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/6155198448459272626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/03/rascal-flatts-and-kelly-pickler.html' title='Rascal Flatts and Kelly Pickler!!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R9WX4nRxvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vxNEGdjOXjY/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-2336622472532389956</id><published>2008-03-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:25:47.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/R82SI1AX_3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3feWBLen3sk/s1600-h/Courtney+and+Steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I survived January! But, where did February go? I can't believe it's March already! Thank goodness! I DETEST winter and this one has been long and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great news! Steve is getting married April 19th! Courtney is so sweet and we are thrilled to have her as part of our family. Courtney has a beautiful little girl, Brooklyn, who has already got this Grandma wrapped around her tiny litle finger. A new daughter and granddaughter! Courtney met almost the entire gang over the past weekend and the engagement is still on! Thank goodness. It's quite a zoo when we're all there. The kids got ready to leave Sunday afternoon, and we found out the road across the mountain was closed, again, because of white out conditions. Cody had a flight to Dallas to catch first thing Monday morning out of Vegas. They finally ended up going about an hour and a half out of the way to get home. Did I mention I DETEST winter?!?! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenna is going to take "ballerina lessons". She is SO excited. She had to go to Wal-Mart and get her ballerina clothes before she came to Grandma's so she could practice. The moves her Uncle Curt taught her were quite interesting. Looked a little more like a rutting elk than a ballerina, but Grandma worked with her. GO GRANDMA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mont and I spent last week in St. George. Mont had meetings and I had to shop. = ) The weather was SO nice. We went walking in the evenings after his classes and then out to all those great eating places we don't get to frequent. It was so much fun and I hated to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guess that's all for now. Hope I can do better keeping up here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/414371325140789824-2336622472532389956?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/2336622472532389956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=2336622472532389956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/2336622472532389956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/2336622472532389956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring!!'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-4993679611171458567</id><published>2007-10-11T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:17:25.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did Summer Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Rw4pKQHNbyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FYxG5sByVCY/s1600-h/Madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120075082467471138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Rw4pKQHNbyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FYxG5sByVCY/s320/Madison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Rw4pKgHNbzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N8Jspf4R6LQ/s1600-h/Madison&amp;amp;MaKenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120075086762438450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Rw4pKgHNbzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N8Jspf4R6LQ/s320/Madison%26MaKenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Everyone! I can't believe it's October. Summer is nothing but a blur and so much has happened. It was so good to see you all for the family reunion. We loved getting to know Jarrod! I worked really hard for 3 days to teach Trav and Heather's sweet little boys that Aunt Mar is the coolest ever. I have Jackson convinced, but Dominik is still thinking about it. I better make a trip to California to reinforce good behavior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We increased our family on September 30th when Madison Nostrom was born at 11:19 p.m. She weighed in at 8 lbs 15 oz and is 19 1/2 inches long. MaKenna was SO excited to be the big sister, and she is very protective of the baby. She wouldn't let Grandma take her very far. It was fun to spend some time at Marcie and Jeremy's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clint got an elk tag and it was barely sun up on the opening morning when I got a text from Mont saying that was a quick hunt. They had it home and cleaned before noon. Now that's the way to hunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well with everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-4993679611171458567?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/4993679611171458567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=4993679611171458567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/4993679611171458567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/4993679611171458567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where Did Summer Go?'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/Rw4pKQHNbyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FYxG5sByVCY/s72-c/Madison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414371325140789824.post-1122911586399646656</id><published>2007-06-17T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:08:31.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here it is.  My first attempt at a blog.  First Trav, then Lisa, Staci and Lisa's Mom.  If they can do it, I can, right?  Ha.  I can't find time to get to the gym, I'm going to find time to blog?  Just my way of not being left out again!  Trav, I wish I was there today to see you name your new little son.  It's time for a trip to Utah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414371325140789824-1122911586399646656?l=marleenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1122911586399646656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414371325140789824&amp;postID=1122911586399646656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1122911586399646656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414371325140789824/posts/default/1122911586399646656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleenc.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-attempt.html' title='First Attempt'/><author><name>Marleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NePWc4Q-Cg/SQnbwUXTBgI/AAAAAAAAATg/hQyPYWdTbyQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
