<?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-12394329</id><updated>2012-01-24T07:56:59.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a cat named FrySauce...you got a problem with that?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4410587575037336189</id><published>2011-11-28T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:27:55.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is almost over...now what?</title><content type='html'>I will be graduating in three weeks with my RN in nursing. It's been a long road in finally getting to this point and I'm so happy to have it done with. But I have to admit that I'm nervous now that the long road is over. Where do I go from here? I've been wanting to be a nurse for years and now that I've finally reached my goal, I'm kind of feeling stuck. What do I do now? Where do I want to live? Where do I want to work? Will I actually be a good nurse? It's a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; and I want to do the job well, but what if I really suck at it? What if I can't find a job? Way too many "what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ifs&lt;/span&gt;". It's a little scary to think of making some huge life changes in the next few months. I don't mind small changes but big ones scare me. Sometimes having too many choices is harder than having none at all. Something to think about I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-4410587575037336189?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4410587575037336189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4410587575037336189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4410587575037336189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4410587575037336189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2011/11/school-is-almost-overnow-what.html' title='School is almost over...now what?'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-5166387169192644995</id><published>2010-08-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:30:10.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>This summer has been a busy blast! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqmQj0RxxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/R4Q2JCVSjuw/s1600/Stuff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396297836480274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqmQj0RxxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/R4Q2JCVSjuw/s200/Stuff+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crammed&lt;/span&gt; in tons of camping, my brothers came up for the 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and we all went to Lagoon! I turned 35, completed by 2nd and 3rd triathlons and had fun with family. It was my little nieces first time at Lagoon and I think it was a hit! I love it when my family can all get together! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqmex-KTnI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cyxOQNHzjQM/s1600/Stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396542154198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqmex-KTnI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cyxOQNHzjQM/s200/Stuff+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the parade, explored the mountains and slipped on the slip and slide. Jason made amazing food and we had a fantastic time together! Wish they all lived close so we could do this every weekend! Oh well. My littlest niece Marlowe is walking now and Aspen just started school! My how the time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt;! They are growing up so quickly! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqm1zCULmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cQbLtyR5-Uk/s1600/Stuff+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396937577049698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqm1zCULmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cQbLtyR5-Uk/s200/Stuff+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, friend Kim and I went to see Sugarland in concert and had wicked awesome seats! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqnNOLUgPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EmntbTVKKFs/s1600/Stuff+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397339999568114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqnNOLUgPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/EmntbTVKKFs/s200/Stuff+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures of our escapades this summer.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqnjzvNjZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UEot5nFyvK8/s1600/Stuff+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506401438003215682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqq7wbhvUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NeqkUxtl50c/s200/24th+visit+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-5166387169192644995?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5166387169192644995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=5166387169192644995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5166387169192644995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5166387169192644995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/TGqmQj0RxxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/R4Q2JCVSjuw/s72-c/Stuff+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4321587792947884120</id><published>2010-03-22T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:01:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for the big Mountain West Basketball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tournament&lt;/span&gt; where the mighty Cougars came up a little short of winning. That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; because their outstanding record pretty much guaranteed them an invitation to the Big Dance. It was really fun to go with my dad and watch the championship games. My parents go every year for the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; and I usually go down with my niece for the last couple of days. This year I was solo as my niece wasn't falling for the promise that the pool at the hotel would be open this year for sure. It never is and it always breaks our hearts as we stare out our hotel room window at the perfectly good pool that is just sitting there, mocking us, because it isn't open yet. One day Sunset Station I will stay at your establishment when that pool is open! Maybe I should shoot for May or June instead of early March. :) That might help a little. My Mom decided she'd had enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;b-ball&lt;/span&gt; games by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday and&lt;/span&gt; they Y had been eliminated, so I got to go in my Mom's place for free! It was awesome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SanDiego&lt;/span&gt; won both the Men's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; championships. Anyone but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt; or New Mexico my family says so we were pretty happy. One funny story that happened the night I got there. Some background into the story is my parents hate the New Mexico and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt; basketball fans as mentioned in the "anyone but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt; or New Mexico" comment before, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S6fog92RxrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/e3JNvEsZJ2I/s1600-h/Stuff+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451581527010952882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S6fog92RxrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/e3JNvEsZJ2I/s200/Stuff+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this year they were pretty much surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lobo&lt;/span&gt; fans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway, my dad had a feeling that he should bring some napkins with him on his way to his seat. Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lobo's&lt;/span&gt; fan that sat behind him had his feet on my dad's chair. So when my dad got over to his seat he said to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lobo's&lt;/span&gt; fan, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lobo's&lt;/span&gt; are like dogs. You always have to clean up after them." Then he wiped off his chair and sat down. My Mom almost fainted and thought my Dad was about to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beaten&lt;/span&gt; up, but apparently the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lobo's&lt;/span&gt; fan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; off guard by my Dad's comment that he didn't even say anything back to him. I would at least have given him the finger had the shoe been on the other foot but this only goes on to prove that my Dad is awesome, a little crazy, but awesome! Who else would even of had the guts to say that? I rest my case. Love ya Dad! I left early Sunday morning to drive back home and ran into the craziest snow storm I'd ever driven in! It hit right after St George and lasted for about 3 more hours! It was crazy! Here are some pictures right outside of St George before the storm hit.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S6foorFckuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8b-Ab68pYW4/s1600-h/Stuff+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451581659413254882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S6foorFckuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8b-Ab68pYW4/s200/Stuff+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The roads hadn't been plowed so the mountain passes were just covered in three or four inches of snow which made it interesting to drive in and very slippery. I passed crash after crash with tons of spin outs on the sides of the road. I'd prayed before I left and I was constantly praying as I drove that I would make it home safely and Heavenly Father was watching out for me. My car handled like a champ and I made it home safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-4321587792947884120?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4321587792947884120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4321587792947884120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4321587792947884120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4321587792947884120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S6fog92RxrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/e3JNvEsZJ2I/s72-c/Stuff+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-609318641011612756</id><published>2010-02-22T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:22:13.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>My sister loves holidays and Valentines day is no exception.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S4Me2rHVThI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FvtArRsWwsI/s1600-h/Stuff+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441226699428941330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S4Me2rHVThI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FvtArRsWwsI/s200/Stuff+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; decorated and lights get put up and she always makes her super fantastic Valentines dinner! This lady goes all out! We devoured strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daiquiris&lt;/span&gt; (sans alcohol of course) shrimp, a strawberry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt; salad and a fabulous main course. This year it was steak! Yeah, meat! For desert she has my favorite, chocolate dipped strawberries! It's a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S4MfEW8hhwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LYmhJd-fPnE/s1600-h/Stuff+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441226934533064450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S4MfEW8hhwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LYmhJd-fPnE/s200/Stuff+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little bit of heaven her on earth! Who needs a valentine when you have an awesome sister like I do!? Well...it wouldn't hurt. Maybe next year. :) Hope you all had a fantastic Valentines day and got to spend it with those you love like I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-609318641011612756?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/609318641011612756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=609318641011612756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/609318641011612756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/609318641011612756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-fun-valentines-day.html' title='What a fun Valentines Day'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S4Me2rHVThI/AAAAAAAAAfo/FvtArRsWwsI/s72-c/Stuff+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7314330302760543515</id><published>2010-02-02T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:45:19.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a Green Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmZbpuoII/AAAAAAAAAd4/XDQHxe5qg_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434057381248934018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmZbpuoII/AAAAAAAAAd4/XDQHxe5qg_Q/s200/IMG_1259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost every year for Christmas, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leffler&lt;/span&gt; family finds themselves gathering together in Phoenix to celebrate. We pretty much do the same things over and over again, but I love it. We had a new addition to the family again this year as Joe and Teri welcomed their third daughter named Marlowe in August. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2ml_HyW9HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TQEBz_OThNM/s1600-h/Stuff+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434056929239823474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2ml_HyW9HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TQEBz_OThNM/s200/Stuff+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is in all her naked splendor! Check out those rolls! Yep, she's a Leffler alright. You just can't miss their first Christmas so me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grossmans&lt;/span&gt; decided to pack things up and head on down to Phoenix! This year I flew down, when normally I drive with my sister and her family, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmhbUXPFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2svVmSAi0u0/s1600-h/Stuff+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434057518598274130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmhbUXPFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2svVmSAi0u0/s200/Stuff+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I couldn't take very much vacation time so flying was the best option. Anyway, my sister and her family always bring an extra cooler to fill up with snow when they hit Flagstaff and bring it into the valley so the little girls can have a snowball fight! They brought two &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmxFW1lvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Md4PvY2HzvA/s1600-h/Stuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434057787580978930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmxFW1lvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Md4PvY2HzvA/s200/Stuff+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coolers this year so they had ton's of snow. It's always fun to run around the back yard surrounded by orange trees, throwing snow at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;! It's great fun and the little girls love it. Christmas morning we woke up early and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; presents. I got Jason a Colt's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; that he LOVES!!! I'm pretty sure the reason why the Colts made it to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Super Bowl&lt;/span&gt; is because I bought &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mm7o0ZR0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cXNab6xj4YQ/s1600-h/Stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434057968898885442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mm7o0ZR0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cXNab6xj4YQ/s200/Stuff+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;! We all had fun opening presents and we all got a bunch of good stuff. Santa was very good to us, again. Thanks Mom and Dad! We had our big &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mnQtROJRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RsGdAp7oSZk/s1600-h/Stuff+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434058330870785298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mnQtROJRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RsGdAp7oSZk/s200/Stuff+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas breakfast that Jason whipped up. I was his sue chef, but I put milk in the scrambled eggs which is apparently a no-no. Almost got demoted for that one. :) Jason planned a scavenger hunt for the girls that had a big surprise at the end for them. He, Michelle, Chloe and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt; decorated the back yard &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mneZIHl8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/wo-SBEmRZZ0/s1600-h/Stuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434058565982066626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mneZIHl8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/wo-SBEmRZZ0/s200/Stuff+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a winter wonderland and put up a huge inflatable snowman. They wrote notes that they attached to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candy canes&lt;/span&gt;, that lead them from one clue to the next and hide them around the house and front and back yards ultimately leading them to the side of the house where Jason had wrapped up a big slide. It was hard waiting for Joey, Teri and the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mnpX42vVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yodYOqPM-FY/s1600-h/Stuff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434058754628173138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mnpX42vVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yodYOqPM-FY/s200/Stuff+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls to come over after their Christmas morning. They finally got there and we tore into more presents then it was time for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scavenger&lt;/span&gt; hunt. They were so excited going from one clue to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mp9dGT5bI/AAAAAAAAAew/CLuKTs319Ks/s1600-h/Stuff+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434061298647426482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mp9dGT5bI/AAAAAAAAAew/CLuKTs319Ks/s200/Stuff+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the next, and when they finally got to the back yard and saw the decorations they were jumping and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; with joy. They loved the slide and even the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;candy canes&lt;/span&gt; were a big hit. Christmas day is usually pretty lazy. We eat, watch TV, play games, take naps and just enjoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqGAldqpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qEaXtI-MaOg/s1600-h/Stuff+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434061445612284562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqGAldqpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qEaXtI-MaOg/s200/Stuff+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey told us about their Christmas morning and it was great. Aspen and Paisley had asked for new bikes from Santa so they got them the bikes with their other toys, but they hid the bikes out on their back patio and pulled the drapes so the girls couldn't see them when they first walked &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqUAfEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/r2SnHTsXJoo/s1600-h/Stuff+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434061686103631698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqUAfEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/r2SnHTsXJoo/s200/Stuff+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out into their living room to look at their toys. But they did put helmets out for the girls to see. So after the girls had opened most of their presents Joey and Teri started asking the girls why they think Santa gave them helmets. They started to think for a second and then Teri asked &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mq1sf2m7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/TU5hG-fUoFQ/s1600-h/Stuff+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434062264853765042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mq1sf2m7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/TU5hG-fUoFQ/s200/Stuff+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aspen to open the drapes to let in some sunshine. When she opened them she didn't really look outside so Teri had to say look outside. Aspen finally saw the bikes and let out a big gasp, then Paisley saw them and ran over to the window. Paisley pointed at them and said&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mrI__9AXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s0IchmwOsWA/s1600-h/Stuff+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434062596506190194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mrI__9AXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s0IchmwOsWA/s200/Stuff+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gotted&lt;/span&gt; a bike, Mama!" and started jumping up and down and clapping her hands. Aspen started in on the jumping too, then Paisley ran over and grabbed her helmet and put it on! Aspen was still kind of confused but Paisley was ready to ride! Joey &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqfDCKm9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/c2CoBbVmNCs/s1600-h/Stuff+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434061875766270930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqfDCKm9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/c2CoBbVmNCs/s200/Stuff+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recorded the whole event on their camera and showed it to us. I've got to get a copy of that because it was the cutest thing I've ever seen! There's nothing like watching Christmas through a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; eyes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqpl2W8bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eizVCfctYro/s1600-h/Stuff+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434062056910680498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mqpl2W8bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eizVCfctYro/s200/Stuff+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is so exciting and new and just plain magical. Nothing beats it. The whole trip was so much fun but way too short. It was sad when it ended but that just makes me even more excited for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7314330302760543515?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7314330302760543515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7314330302760543515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7314330302760543515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7314330302760543515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreaming-of-green-christmas.html' title='Dreaming of a Green Christmas!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/S2mmZbpuoII/AAAAAAAAAd4/XDQHxe5qg_Q/s72-c/IMG_1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-379372481733870329</id><published>2010-01-20T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:32:53.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nieces are cuter than yours!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure you'll never find cuter kids than my nieces! Go ahead, I dare ya to give it a try! Love ya, Chloe, Aspen, Paisley and Marlowe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-379372481733870329?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/379372481733870329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=379372481733870329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/379372481733870329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/379372481733870329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/phoenix-nieces.html' title='My Nieces are cuter than yours!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-8729816809636247422</id><published>2009-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:42:56.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun and Cougar Wins!</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd catch up my blog with everything that's happened this last month. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-79wsJJjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vpdAz3Ldsso/s1600-h/Stuff+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417755546466461234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-79wsJJjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vpdAz3Ldsso/s200/Stuff+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a long one, just to warn you. Thanksgiving this year was a little more low key than normal. My little brother and his family couldn't make it up so we didn't have any little kids to play with but it was still a bunch of fun. My big brother Jason made the long drive up and it was so much fun to see him! He came up a week early to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AirForce&lt;/span&gt; game &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-8FvgFPsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_teVtOCdxmU/s1600-h/Stuff+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417755683586391746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-8FvgFPsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_teVtOCdxmU/s200/Stuff+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with me and he was a good luck charm because they won! We lucked out with getting a win but it turned out to be the coldest game day of the year! It was FREEZING!!!! We all had on about 5 layers of clothing then we wrapped up in blankets, hats scarves and gloves. That worked until the sun went down then it just got colder and colder by the second. We stuck it out for most of the game but did end up leaving early so we could thaw out. We still had a really great time. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-8aSad2RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Q1YdxR80Hho/s1600-h/Stuff+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417756036555462930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-8aSad2RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Q1YdxR80Hho/s200/Stuff+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the day by eating dinner at Famous Dave's. They have the best BBQ! It was a great day! My Mom treated me and my sister to a girls night out and bought us tickets to Bravo Broadway, that played at the Utah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Symphony&lt;/span&gt;. It had three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; singers that took turns singing well known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; hits. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9EfKWHyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ths306oO4fI/s1600-h/Stuff+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417756761532014370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9EfKWHyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ths306oO4fI/s200/Stuff+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was one of the best nights ever! We had so much fun! It was over 2 1/2 hours long but the time seemed to fly by! We really hope they do put it on again next year so we can make this a girls' family tradition. Thanks Mom!!! Dad turned 66 and we had a little party for him. I love that his birthday is always around Thanksgiving so I get to spend it with him every year! Love ya Dad! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9OlO0JQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VnRM0PSnXT0/s1600-h/Stuff+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417756934960063746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9OlO0JQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VnRM0PSnXT0/s200/Stuff+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-8pJLo6sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/okbFjBNoPO0/s1600-h/Stuff+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morning of Thanksgiving was our wards annual Turkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trot&lt;/span&gt; around the neighborhood. We had a few more people show up this year than last, which was still not as big as we'd like but I'm sure we'll get more each year we do it. It was freezing cold that morning also but we all had a great time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9bwx2V9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rIB1MSLJ-zc/s1600-h/Stuff+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417757161398097874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9bwx2V9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rIB1MSLJ-zc/s200/Stuff+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For as much food as I ate later that day, I'm really glad I got some exercise that morning. :) Jason got sick the day before Thanksgiving and ended up not even eating anything the whole day. Poor Jason! Fortunately he felt better in time for the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rivalry&lt;/span&gt; in college football, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Utah game! But unfortunately, by Dad caught his bug, so my sister went in Dad's place. Poor Dad! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9tSfyQNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rIOJU6jsjN4/s1600-h/Stuff+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417757462506914002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-9tSfyQNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rIOJU6jsjN4/s200/Stuff+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was only the 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Utah game he has ever missed since he started getting tickets in the '60's. But Michelle had fun in his place. Michelle ended up sitting with me and Jason was with Mom. You couldn't have asked for a better game! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; were sleeping for most of the first quarter.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--EYQnyPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/DONyiz8sOmw/s1600-h/Stuff+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417757859190917362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--EYQnyPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/DONyiz8sOmw/s200/Stuff+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty scary there for a bit. They got their first, first down with 6 minutes in the first quarter!!! Thankfully they woke up and put a bunch of points on the board. Then they fell asleep again and let the Utes slowly chip away at the lead until they ended up tying it at the end of regulation play and they had to decide it in overtime!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--NuLnOKI/AAAAAAAAAco/qtVE9sIM3WI/s1600-h/Stuff+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758019694311586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--NuLnOKI/AAAAAAAAAco/qtVE9sIM3WI/s200/Stuff+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talk about a nail biter!!! The Utes got the ball first and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; held them to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;field goal&lt;/span&gt;. Then it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; turn!!!! The Utes were all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; and it was third down. We needed this play to work or we'd have to settle for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;field goal&lt;/span&gt; to tie. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--XxTOM-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/YnYtYDUhP68/s1600-h/Stuff+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758192330224610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--XxTOM-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/YnYtYDUhP68/s200/Stuff+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max Hall found Andrew George in double coverage, he hit him right in the hands. George grabbed it and held on for dear life expecting to get creamed from both sides, as the two Utes were running at him from opposite directions, but they missed him! They went for the ball instead for going for the tackle and the two Utes ended up crashing into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and George ran it in for the touchdown and the win!! I still get goosebumps thinking of that play!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--j0FlYZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Av-hV45MhuA/s1600-h/Stuff+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758399236759954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy--j0FlYZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Av-hV45MhuA/s200/Stuff+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tons of people stormed the field, I was too chicken and up too high, but everyone went crazy including my sister and I! We were jumping up and down and screaming like little girls! My Cougar Tail I'd bought to bring home was trampled in the excitement. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cracked&lt;/span&gt; up over finding it smashed on the floor. (That's a really long maple bar for those not in the know.) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_cJpD84I/AAAAAAAAAdA/bT0TDlyKRGk/s1600-h/Stuff+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417759367095382914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_cJpD84I/AAAAAAAAAdA/bT0TDlyKRGk/s200/Stuff+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great game!!!! I love it when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; smash those wimpy Utes!!! Bragging rights until next year are ours!!! You gotta love it! A few days later we went over to Winder Dairy for our annual tradition of eating hot yummy scones with honey butter! I love Winder Dairy! I love that you can still have milk delivered to your house by a Milk Man if you want! I just love it! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_myIelUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_YE4zM0CUHs/s1600-h/Stuff+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417759549763261762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_myIelUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_YE4zM0CUHs/s200/Stuff+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Winders had all decorated their houses with cute cow lights. It just isn't December without a drive down Winder Lane.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_xJNEggI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BXNkwRTMbds/s1600-h/Stuff+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417759727755231746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-_xJNEggI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BXNkwRTMbds/s200/Stuff+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few week ago we got our first big snow storm and man oh man did it dump on us. We had over a foot of snow that day. We're supposed to get another big storm like that starting tonight. I'm happy about the storm because the snow had almost melted away. You gotta have a white Christmas! My dear friend Shelley found out that she had uterine cancer and had a complete hysterectomy the first week of December.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy_AHek9MAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3zKOYivkld0/s1600-h/Stuff+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760111449681922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy_AHek9MAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3zKOYivkld0/s200/Stuff+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is a wonderful and amazing woman!  As the day of her operation approached she decided to have a "Farewell to my uterus" party.  It was packed with her friends and family that love her and we all had a blast.  She found out a few days ago that they got to her cancer before it had spread!  Thank you Heavenly Father for watching out for my friend!  I love you Shelley!  My friend from work and I send out Christmas Cards every year as a joke to everyone in our office and a bunch of random people too. Here is this year's picture. Anita is the best! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy_ARZiptFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6qR5Gsk4XRU/s1600-h/Stuff+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760281896531026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy_ARZiptFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/6qR5Gsk4XRU/s200/Stuff+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least this weekend was a time to fit in as many get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; as I possibly could before leaving for Phoenix. We had our Relief Society Christmas dinner, a get together with some old mission companions and a "Chocolate and Cheese" party at my place with some wonderful friends from the neighborhood. I didn't get any pictures of the last parties but rest assured we had a blast! I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to have such amazing and wonderful friends and family in my life to share the holidays with. You all bless my life more than you'll know! I wish you all much love and happiness and a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-8729816809636247422?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8729816809636247422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=8729816809636247422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8729816809636247422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8729816809636247422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-fun-and-cougar-wins.html' title='Family Fun and Cougar Wins!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sy-79wsJJjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vpdAz3Ldsso/s72-c/Stuff+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1110689093937961266</id><published>2009-11-02T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:09:05.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween time!</title><content type='html'>Every year Halloween kicks off my favorite time of year...Fall! It's the best! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VBlqjhuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qhCTgsBmEb8/s1600-h/Stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399627964019345122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VBlqjhuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qhCTgsBmEb8/s200/Stuff+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You just can't beat this time of year. I started having a Halloween party a couple years ago. My good friends and their families come over and we play games, carve pumpkins and eat tons of food. This year we kind of skipped all the games and such and just talked all night long. The kids went off and played outside until it was too cold then they moved down stairs. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VJU6vJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PdZlieyFtA8/s1600-h/Stuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399628096962765906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VJU6vJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PdZlieyFtA8/s200/Stuff+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They looked like they had fun even without the games and carving so I'll call it a success by those standards. Annette, James and family where there, along with Rachel, Alex and Judy, Jessica and her darling little ones and Hailey, Clint and their little dude. Jessica had the best adult costume by far. She came as &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VQ8LiXII/AAAAAAAAAaA/4NXZgRve9JM/s1600-h/Stuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399628227761298562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VQ8LiXII/AAAAAAAAAaA/4NXZgRve9JM/s200/Stuff+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OctoMom&lt;/span&gt; and Hailey's little dude Max was the best costume overall with his Lord of the Rings' Hobbit costume! He was adorable! Annette made the best food dish. She made chicken noodle soup but the noodles were in the shape of worms and she added&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9Va6vVP_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ehTKbsaWidU/s1600-h/Stuff+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399628399173255154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9Va6vVP_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ehTKbsaWidU/s200/Stuff+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; red food coloring to make the broth look bloody. It looked a little kind of nasty but tasted delicious! Way to go Net! Thanks everyone for coming over and making this year's Halloween party a blast! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VrF5giGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/IULDUF3yMBM/s1600-h/Stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399628677046634594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VrF5giGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/IULDUF3yMBM/s200/Stuff+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Thursday before Halloween I and my parents caught a plane to Phoenix for my newest nieces blessing on Sunday, Nov 1st. We had a great time down there. My little nieces are just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; little girls! My brother Jason decorated the house all spooky for them and blew up balloons to play with. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9Vz1HyaQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/f42Gdn7kIHs/s1600-h/Stuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399628827161946370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9Vz1HyaQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/f42Gdn7kIHs/s200/Stuff+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started watching a movie later that night and Paisley was so transfixed that instead of walking over to the couch to sit down she grabbed the closest thing possible to sit on. That turned out to be a balloon and to all&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9V-EGiPNI/AAAAAAAAAag/jpWdY19n2eg/s1600-h/Stuff+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629002981915858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9V-EGiPNI/AAAAAAAAAag/jpWdY19n2eg/s200/Stuff+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of our surprise it didn't pop when she sat on it. It was so cute to see her sitting on the balloon watching a movie that I couldn't resist taking a picture. For Halloween Aspen dressed up like a Mermaid and Paisley was a Fairy Princess.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WJZzcSyI/AAAAAAAAAao/ls_UyyQzq2Q/s1600-h/Stuff+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629197785975586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WJZzcSyI/AAAAAAAAAao/ls_UyyQzq2Q/s200/Stuff+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You had to make sure not to leave off the Princess part our you'd get in trouble for calling her just a Fairy. So cute. I got together with some friends I hadn't seen since before my mission and went out to lunch on Halloween. It was wonderful to catch up with everyone! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WQX2IyzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NP-j3yDlu_4/s1600-h/IMAGE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629317519493938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WQX2IyzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NP-j3yDlu_4/s200/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot my camera of all crazy things so I'll have to steal it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;account&lt;/span&gt; when they post it. Marlowe's blessing on Sunday was very nice. Joey got a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choked&lt;/span&gt; up at the end of it. He's such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;softy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WbZMDqiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LSswzM6UHsg/s1600-h/Stuff+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629506858428962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WbZMDqiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LSswzM6UHsg/s200/Stuff+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teri used the same beautiful blessing dress her other daughters were blessed for Marlowe and she looked adorable of course. She doesn't quite know who &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WldXvX9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GId3P5E02Bs/s1600-h/Stuff+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629679779864530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WldXvX9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GId3P5E02Bs/s200/Stuff+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so didn't really like it when I held her but I got a few pictures of her. Her hair is the absolute best how it sticks out all over! She is so stinking cute! My parents and I flew back to Utah this morning and I raced over to work. Another fun weekend but now it's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WuYpM37I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cO3hbnCXH5o/s1600-h/Stuff+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399629833129746354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9WuYpM37I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cO3hbnCXH5o/s200/Stuff+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to business. Hope you all had a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1110689093937961266?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1110689093937961266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1110689093937961266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1110689093937961266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1110689093937961266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-time.html' title='Halloween time!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Su9VBlqjhuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qhCTgsBmEb8/s72-c/Stuff+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2011643383674139756</id><published>2009-10-15T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:51:45.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold, the power of cheese!</title><content type='html'>Went to Melting Pot with my Mom and Dad the other day and it was delicious! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfC70coDAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9w4PxM5AjeA/s1600-h/Stuff+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392993411746237442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfC70coDAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9w4PxM5AjeA/s200/Stuff+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those not in the know, the Melting Pot is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fondue&lt;/span&gt; place in downtown &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It has tons of different types of fondue, some cheese, some chocolate and then there are some broth fondue's that you cook your meat in at your table. So cool. This was our chocolate desert. I'm drooling just looking at it. For our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetizers&lt;/span&gt; we had cheese fondue with veggies, bread and fruit to dip in it. I'd forgotten how cheese can make everything taste like heaven! I was grabbing anything I could get my hands on just to make sure I could dip SOMETHING in the cheese...a penny, breath mint, anything! I couldn't spoon that stuff into my mouth fast enough! While we were eating I couldn't help remember back to when I was a little kid. My parents were &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfDvwG1aEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/T_fTHvW5uTI/s1600-h/Stuff+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392994303934294082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfDvwG1aEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/T_fTHvW5uTI/s200/Stuff+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;always trying to make us be healthy by torturing us with "green, leafy veggies". I despised them. Especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brussel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sprouts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beans (I get that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beans are technically a "bean" but they are so odious to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt; that I have always lumped them in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, their green so it kind of works.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfD5SVfemI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5MIrXTkX9Ec/s1600-h/Stuff+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392994467741399650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfD5SVfemI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5MIrXTkX9Ec/s200/Stuff+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It never failed. Every night at dinner something green and leafy was placed on the table, and the war of wills would start! Michelle, was the brown nosing, oldest child and would take her heaping spoonful of glop with a smile on her face, and then pass it on to me. I'd hold onto the bowl for a few seconds and maybe stir the contents, so it looked like I was dishing it up, and then pass it right onto my brother Jason, without putting any on my plate! Jason, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oddly&lt;/span&gt; enough like everything green, except for peas. Go figure. But I digress. So after fooling everyone with my trickery, I'd dive into the main dish or the mashed potatoes with relish, until the bowl would get to my father, then the jig was up. My dad would look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plates before dishing up his helping and would ultimately see something missing from my plate. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, did you take some veggies?" he'd ask. I'd just sit their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; at him like I didn't understand what he was saying. Then he'd ask again. Now you couldn't lie or you'd get spanked, so I usually had to fess up at that time, and to reward my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfEY_JDmUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/k5sY4Kcgfpg/s1600-h/kids-hate-vegetables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995012344781122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfEY_JDmUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/k5sY4Kcgfpg/s200/kids-hate-vegetables.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;honesty, he'd dish me up a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spoonful&lt;/span&gt; of whatever crap was being served. But that was only half the battle. He still had to get me to eat it and that's when the real war would start. The rule was you couldn't leave the table until you'd eaten everything on your plate. Normally I'd just give in and eat them but there were some nights I'd end up falling asleep at the table because I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I was a brat, wasn't I? But this terrible behavior did have some reward. Every now and then, taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; on us, dad would make a cheese sauce to pour over the greens so we'd eat them without complaint, and it worked. Ladies and Gentlemen, if a simple cheese sauce can get a brat like me to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BRUSSEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SPROUTS without crying and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;, you know it must be the most powerful substance on the earth! The CIA should use it in their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrogations&lt;/span&gt;! Forget water boarding, just have have someone in the room eating something smothered in cheese and tell the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insurgent&lt;/span&gt; that he can't have any until he spills the beans on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; organization. They'd be amazed at how fast he starts talking. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2011643383674139756?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2011643383674139756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2011643383674139756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2011643383674139756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2011643383674139756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/10/behold-power-of-cheese.html' title='Behold, the power of cheese!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/StfC70coDAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9w4PxM5AjeA/s72-c/Stuff+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7131723088704042646</id><published>2009-10-05T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:49:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night out.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; and while the fellas went to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sspa78jZauI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-DFIXDpqQ1Q/s1600-h/Stuff+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389219890015595234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sspa78jZauI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-DFIXDpqQ1Q/s200/Stuff+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Priesthood Session us girls got together and went shopping! Ton's of the local craft and home decorating shops have caught onto this event and have special sales just for the girls. This year we went to Ti Pan Trading Company and got some fun&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbFEVx6yI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wGzBrexu2cE/s1600-h/Stuff+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389220046724786978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbFEVx6yI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wGzBrexu2cE/s200/Stuff+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; decorations than ran over to Gardner Village to check out their deals. Gardner Village is one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; places to go. They have tons of little shops that they decorate for all the holidays. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbNuN1xrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KumAR1DyCl0/s1600-h/Stuff+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389220195404727986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbNuN1xrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KumAR1DyCl0/s200/Stuff+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the funniest things I found in one of the toy shops were these Twilight Bella and Edward dolls! I can only imagine what type of crazy nutcase fan would want to buy those dolls&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbaW85NqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IRbT_IvG6Tc/s1600-h/Stuff+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389220412497933986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspbaW85NqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IRbT_IvG6Tc/s200/Stuff+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Sadly enough the sales lady said they had sold tons of them. Wow! Who knew! I guess they are kind of like Barbies and I did &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sspbl_McvhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9keqW-bAD38/s1600-h/Stuff+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389220612279156242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sspbl_McvhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9keqW-bAD38/s200/Stuff+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a couple of those growing up, so maybe it's not that weird. But only if your under the age of 10! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; some fun pictures with the witches they had scattered around. We had a blast! Too bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; only comes along twice a year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7131723088704042646?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7131723088704042646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7131723088704042646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7131723088704042646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7131723088704042646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sspa78jZauI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-DFIXDpqQ1Q/s72-c/Stuff+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-8532857173638374395</id><published>2009-10-05T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:40:55.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of Summer and Kick off of Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been a slacker and have neglected my blog these last few weeks. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIJEiVH8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mUN2ZvRZUiI/s1600-h/Stuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199224775974850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIJEiVH8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mUN2ZvRZUiI/s200/Stuff+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School is going well but is tough. I try to squeeze in as much studying as possible but still fail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miserably&lt;/span&gt; at getting as much in as I'd like, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. B's get degrees right? :) My goal is to get an A on the last 5 Unit tests I have so we'll see how it goes. These first few pictures are from our Ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Camp out&lt;/span&gt; that was back in August. We had a great time there and had a pretty good turn out. It was in a little camp the church owns &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIUhtL_hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X-vAFlnKTdU/s1600-h/Stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199421584702994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIUhtL_hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X-vAFlnKTdU/s200/Stuff+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back in Midway, with a pond that has a zip line. The kids took turns riding the zip line across the lake but it always got stuck in the middle so they ended up getting to take a dunk in the lake. There was even a moose and her baby that paid us a visit, from a safe distance, thank heavens. They had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;canoes&lt;/span&gt; and we had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;canoe&lt;/span&gt; races. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIhr5QulI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TJJ-dnptwTc/s1600-h/Stuff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199647657998930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIhr5QulI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TJJ-dnptwTc/s200/Stuff+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great spot. We had a potluck for dinner one night and ton's of ward members drove up just for that and the little program around the camp fire. I made my famous chicken and veggies in a butter cream sauce. Delicious! We roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and had S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mores&lt;/span&gt;, the last of the season. Everyone had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;great time&lt;/span&gt;. My awesome friend Kim turned &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIu4DOhZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7Ck0wgXEVVg/s1600-h/Stuff+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199874259322258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIu4DOhZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7Ck0wgXEVVg/s200/Stuff+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;33 and her family threw her a fabulous birthday party at their house. Check out her cake!!! Burgers, swimming and ton's of fun! To top off the great day we even watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Oklahoma game where the mighty Y beat Oklahoma!! Take that ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt;! I have to admit that win had visions of a National Championship dancing in&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJBIBi9SI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZkX05QDHNuc/s1600-h/Stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200187784885538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJBIBi9SI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZkX05QDHNuc/s200/Stuff+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my head. Those visions ended just a few weeks later when the Coogs met up with Florida St, but it was good while it lasted. Happy Birthday Kim! Love ya! Sept 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a day I look forward to every year. It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; because of the date but because that is when the State Fair is here!!! I love the Fair. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJMm3fV1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Or48fArdEMo/s1600-h/Stuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200385042765650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJMm3fV1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Or48fArdEMo/s200/Stuff+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just plain luck that my office is within walking distance from the fair grounds so a friend and I have made a tradition over the past few years of going to the fair for lunch. It's the one time a year that I have to eat a giant corn dog, no exceptions and just about everything else there. This year I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt;, half of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Phillie&lt;/span&gt; cheese steak sandwich and part of the strawberry smothered "Elephants ear"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJYTTVPCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OpjiHGgtMqw/s1600-h/Stuff+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200585949264930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJYTTVPCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OpjiHGgtMqw/s200/Stuff+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that Laurel got. I was in fair food heaven! There were some super cute bears at the fair this year that performed and so we sat and watched them play in the water and roam their cage. Kind of sad if you think about it too much it gave us a very rare &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJjhL6lxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nBLAiJAlo-8/s1600-h/Stuff+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200778654816018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspJjhL6lxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nBLAiJAlo-8/s200/Stuff+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opportunity to see one of these beautiful creatures up close and personal. I was about 5 feet away from that big guy when I was taking pictures. The fair never let's you down and this year was no exception. We checked out the pigs on the way back to work. Cute little piggies! I recently got called to be the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; counselor in the Stake Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; and our first&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspLhXHeOSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3x8rZ79uFhU/s1600-h/Stuff+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389202940615342370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspLhXHeOSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3x8rZ79uFhU/s200/Stuff+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; big event was to put on a Standards Night for the youth. The topic was about dating and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and don't they should follow. It turned out really well. The speakers had that perfect mix of seriousness and humor that helped the kids see how much fun dating can be when you stick to church guidelines. I think the kids got some great dating advice, me too for that matter! I should be a dating queen after this, right? :) My friend Annette came up with the decorations and I just had to take a picture of them. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt; Annette! She's the best! We served chocolate cake, plain and strawberry cheese cake &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspKGDu7FnI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JVhx0-DbI_8/s1600-h/Stuff+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201372044007026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspKGDu7FnI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JVhx0-DbI_8/s200/Stuff+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and carrot cake with some punch at the end of the event. I ended up getting season tickets to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football this year and it's been fun going to the games. Well, the Florida St game was the most painful game I've ever sat through but the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspKXw-fp6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yR46ar2vJWM/s1600-h/Stuff+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201676246689698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspKXw-fp6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yR46ar2vJWM/s200/Stuff+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; other's haven't been too bad. I took my niece to the Colorado St game and it was fun to sit and talk to her about all the fun things happening in her life. She turned 14 this year and is really looking forward to driving and dating in the future. I was trying to think about what I was doing when I was 14 and we had just moved to Phoenix. Wow, that was a long time ago. :) She is a really good kid, for the most part. I guess we'll keep her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-8532857173638374395?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8532857173638374395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=8532857173638374395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8532857173638374395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8532857173638374395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-of-summer-and-kick-off-of-fall.html' title='Last of Summer and Kick off of Fall!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SspIJEiVH8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mUN2ZvRZUiI/s72-c/Stuff+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-771241468706011373</id><published>2009-08-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:30:06.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake fun and New little niece in Phoenix</title><content type='html'>This weekend was probably the last weekend for some fun &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomphOeUDmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0eVMViz8PyQ/s1600-h/Stuff+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371010418902044258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomphOeUDmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0eVMViz8PyQ/s200/Stuff+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before school starts on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I had to really pack it in. Annette and her family and I went to Bear Lake for a couple of days and had a food extravaganza while we were at it. On the way there we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaBeau's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Logan and had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mammoth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;burgerJame's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brother in law had been talking about for a while and I'm glad we stopped. It was the biggest burger I've ever &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomptQqxSMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KwNa2bmGPFY/s1600-h/Stuff+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371010625649592514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomptQqxSMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KwNa2bmGPFY/s200/Stuff+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seen! It was seriously the size of your face and piled about 6" high with nothing but meat! Well, that's not true, they did through in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt; piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lettus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a slice of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; but the rest was meat heaven! There were honestly about 10 layers of the stuff! It had hamburger patties,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomqELvc3sI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZwrSM_X5tI0/s1600-h/Stuff+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371011019464040130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomqELvc3sI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZwrSM_X5tI0/s200/Stuff+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; slices of ham, pastrami, bacon and cheese, and there were two layers of everything! It's insane! Annette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chickend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out and got the chicken cordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sandwich which looked really good, but me and James went for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mammoth&lt;/span&gt;! James finished his and was actually able to walk out to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomqT5V20II/AAAAAAAAAV0/wr2HOYCMJmA/s1600-h/Stuff+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371011289402757250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomqT5V20II/AAAAAAAAAV0/wr2HOYCMJmA/s200/Stuff+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; under his own power instead of us needing to carry him out. I wimped out and only got through about 1/4 before I though I was going to explode, but it was well worth the tummy ache. Two&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomrNM3CGqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/MjqCsWbhBas/s1600-h/Stuff+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371012273894726306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomrNM3CGqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/MjqCsWbhBas/s200/Stuff+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thumbs up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LaBeau's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We also went to Bear Lake Pizza for the Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ephraim&lt;/span&gt; I'd told them about last year and dug in! It was as good as I remembered it! The crust seriously rocks! That's my favorite thing about pizza. Annette's showing you just how enormous this puppy is! It's crazy big but delicious. Bear Lake it's self was beautiful, the water &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Somssmrn3II/AAAAAAAAAWM/a66Dc2Eti7Y/s1600-h/Stuff+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371013912913763458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Somssmrn3II/AAAAAAAAAWM/a66Dc2Eti7Y/s200/Stuff+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was awesome and we had a really fun time playing in it. The trick is to stay in the water long&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Somqz-JB4zI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AlZ15qgwW80/s1600-h/Stuff+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enough that you get numb, then it really does feel good. :) We arrived in Bear Lake on Thursday night and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Soms46qQRaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QaMRn4k-CGA/s1600-h/Stuff+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371014124435162530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Soms46qQRaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QaMRn4k-CGA/s200/Stuff+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took off Friday night because I'd scored a really good deal on a flight to Phoenix for Saturday morning and I couldn't pass up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to go down and see my new little niece Marlowe. She is just adorable, as expected, and I had fun seeing the rest of my family. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomtOkWGdFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_CKm85ug-f8/s1600-h/Stuff+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371014496402175058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomtOkWGdFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_CKm85ug-f8/s200/Stuff+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aspen is a crack up! We were eating dinner and we had corn on the cob. Joey asked someone to pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;margarine&lt;/span&gt; and Aspen said, "Do you know Spanish Dad?" We all cracked up over that one. Who knew margarine was a Spanish word? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomtW74JldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oP8vZa-QI7M/s1600-h/Stuff+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371014640157955538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomtW74JldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oP8vZa-QI7M/s200/Stuff+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also got mooned by a boy cousin and started fanning herself with her hand and said "Us princesses aren't used to that." She is seriously a crack up! Paisley, will go over to the couch, sit down and then pat her lap, thus signaling that she wants to hold Marlowe. It's so cute to see her do that! Man, I miss those little kids when I'm gone! Paisley and Aspen were a blast and boy do they love their new little sister! It's always hard to come home after visiting with them. I wish we lived closer together. I'll have to start working on them to move up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-771241468706011373?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/771241468706011373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=771241468706011373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/771241468706011373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/771241468706011373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/08/bear-lake-fun-and-new-little-niece-in.html' title='Bear Lake fun and New little niece in Phoenix'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SomphOeUDmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0eVMViz8PyQ/s72-c/Stuff+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-5949433905695517040</id><published>2009-08-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:29:44.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up for a breather!</title><content type='html'>Wow, has this summer been busy! I feel like &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrxilmcrgI/AAAAAAAAATU/yrf55Py7Xho/s1600-h/Stuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366867482476588546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrxilmcrgI/AAAAAAAAATU/yrf55Py7Xho/s200/Stuff+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been going non stop since it began. Here are just a few more things that have happened this summer. I went to girls camp and was the assistant camp director to my fabulous camp director Rachel and we had a great time. Annette was the Stake Camp Director and she put together tons of fun activities! The crappy part is that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misplaced&lt;/span&gt; my camera after the hike so I only got pictures of the ski lodge at Snow Basin where &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrxrW-sghI/AAAAAAAAATc/0FdF9VFOD_Q/s1600-h/Stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366867633170579986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrxrW-sghI/AAAAAAAAATc/0FdF9VFOD_Q/s200/Stuff+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we did our hike then nothing else. But this ski lodge is something else! It really didn't look like that impressive from the outside but the inside knocked my socks off! It was like a castle inside, with huge dining rooms with long&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnryffxNdnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/INiKz6n0nqg/s1600-h/Stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366868528883136114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnryffxNdnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/INiKz6n0nqg/s200/Stuff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tables and chandeliers. Enormous fireplaces and stuffed animals on the walls! It honestly was breathtaking. I will stay there before I die!!!! I will, I will, I will! But girls camp was really fun, harder than I had expected but still really fun. The best part was floating down the stream that ran right through our camp. That was a great day. After getting home and unpacking I felt like sleeping for a week and the next Sunday Rachel and I got to speak in Sacrament Meeting about all the fun we had. It was kind of funny because we both spoke, then all the young women came up on the stand and we sang the song we learned for camp and then I taught the lesson for young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure they were all pretty sick of me after that was all over. I was &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snrx45cLkmI/AAAAAAAAATk/z7MtZgmUEdQ/s1600-h/Stuff+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366867865759355490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snrx45cLkmI/AAAAAAAAATk/z7MtZgmUEdQ/s200/Stuff+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supposed to run a 10K on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July but didn't get to because I didn't get my race packet the day before the race. They didn't have packet pickup the morning of the race so I was out of luck. Actually it was probably a blessing in disguise because it probably would have killed me off. I really need to get in shape! But anyway, I was happy to settle on watching the parade later that morning. The parade was great and we got to see President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eyring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , he was in the parade, and President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ukdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who was just sitting in the stand in front of us! We had a great &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnryJvXFUYI/AAAAAAAAATs/CkXLJYwUB4Y/s1600-h/Stuff+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366868155111395714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnryJvXFUYI/AAAAAAAAATs/CkXLJYwUB4Y/s200/Stuff+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time. We followed the parade up with our weird tradition of going to Crown Burger to get a burger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the most delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FrySauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you've ever eaten! Weird tradition, yes, but we love it, so take that. :) On the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; baseball game to watch my brother in law through out the first pitch of the game! It was awesome and, unlike the wimpy through of President Obama,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrytGqJFHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xc2RdsB6id4/s1600-h/Stuff+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366868762660770930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrytGqJFHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xc2RdsB6id4/s200/Stuff+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Israel's pitch went all the way to home base. He did a great job! My big brother Jason came down for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; festivities and on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Stake Lagoon day, and since Jason hadn't been for over 20 years, we decided he was way past due! Jason dropped me off at work that day and came and picked me up at noon to head on over. We made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the HUGE&lt;/span&gt; mistake of eating lunch right before going on the rides and ended up getting sick after the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snry9DWb-1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/FcPh0BPdNgI/s1600-h/Stuff+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869036650724178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snry9DWb-1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/FcPh0BPdNgI/s200/Stuff+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;third ride we went on! We're pretty pathetic now with being able to ride the crazy rides. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sheeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I used to love going on all the rides that flipped you around and spun you in circles, but now being older my head and stomach aren't quite up to the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snrzf7tqHgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GMf2-gU-mOs/s1600-h/Stuff+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869635896057346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snrzf7tqHgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GMf2-gU-mOs/s200/Stuff+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; challenge. It stinks, but oh well, the train was fun. :) We really did have a fun time. We went on the Tidal Wave twice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;scram&lt;/span&gt; our heads off, and went on the swings. There were tons of cute little kid rides that I hadn't seen before so hopefully when Joey, Teri and the kids come up in the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrzsTqe0eI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k_UKJKRPWrA/s1600-h/Stuff+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366869848483615202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrzsTqe0eI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k_UKJKRPWrA/s200/Stuff+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next few years we can all go and have fun. The next day, my sister and her family along with Jason all went up to camp at the Spruces in big cottonwood canyon and did some fishing. I went up after work on Thursday and spent the night. The next morning we woke up early, ate a delicious breakfast of french toast and bacon, then went on a hike to Twin Lakes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pretty steep hike but the like was worth it! So beautiful and crystal clear. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrzNDXcOFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oM0Ys1T7pVc/s1600-h/Stuff+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason and Chloe brought their fishing polls and they each caught a fish. They were very tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that they let go but it was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snr0c0mtvtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3nTzctA20nQ/s1600-h/Stuff+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snr2l7izCII/AAAAAAAAAU8/pV86hiPB5EQ/s1600-h/Stuff+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366873037464602754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snr2l7izCII/AAAAAAAAAU8/pV86hiPB5EQ/s200/Stuff+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still really fun catching them. This was Chloe's first time catching a fish and she was really excited. We rounded out this last few weeks of adventure with a birthday party for Chloe's 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Saturday(her birthday is in May but she wanted a pool party so she waited until it was warmer) and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snr1BnV0GaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8K93JEqKa3A/s1600-h/Stuff+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871314054519202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Snr1BnV0GaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8K93JEqKa3A/s200/Stuff+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another party for my mom's 65&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Monday. My mom's so excited that she's old enough now to receive Medicare! You go Mom! My parents left this morning to spend a few weeks in Phoenix. My sister in law is due any day now with her third little girl. They are naming her Marlowe Mae and I just know she is going to be adorable! I can't wait until she gets here! I need to go shopping! :) Well that's what's been happening for the past few weeks. I'm tired just thinking about it. :) Next weekend is Bear Lake with school starting sometime around then. Then its the ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Isreal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday and the beginning of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BYU's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foot ball season! Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-5949433905695517040?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5949433905695517040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=5949433905695517040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5949433905695517040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5949433905695517040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-up-for-breather.html' title='Coming up for a breather!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SnrxilmcrgI/AAAAAAAAATU/yrf55Py7Xho/s72-c/Stuff+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3637948838051493971</id><published>2009-07-13T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:51:57.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July and Dog Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVaDUMz0I/AAAAAAAAASE/fRIYmDha3FU/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970087742328642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVaDUMz0I/AAAAAAAAASE/fRIYmDha3FU/s200/Dog+Lake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July was pretty relaxing. My parents were up for the summer and my sister and her family came over for some food, fun and fireworks. We had a blast! I had a recipe for home made girl scout S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amoa's&lt;/span&gt; that I made. Delicious!!!!! We played card games and lit the fireworks when it got dark. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVhZVzraI/AAAAAAAAASM/r-rXNAaMh8U/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970213913734562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVhZVzraI/AAAAAAAAASM/r-rXNAaMh8U/s200/Dog+Lake+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times. My dad even played cards and came out for fireworks, normally he doesn't do either so this was a really good 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Saturday we finally got back on track with our hiking and went up to Dog Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon, around the 10 mile marker. It was one of the prettiest hikes I've ever been on. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVsbvD_TI/AAAAAAAAASU/0pPklAglFtc/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970403535093042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVsbvD_TI/AAAAAAAAASU/0pPklAglFtc/s200/Dog+Lake+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flowers were all out in full splendor. Bluebells lined the stream, Queen Ann's lace was about as tall as my niece and then there were tons of wild roses, Indian Paintbrush's and even wild snapdragons! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;! The beginning of the hike was pretty steep then it leveled &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWFqn4RzI/AAAAAAAAASc/yIEpvkkkATM/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970837028226866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWFqn4RzI/AAAAAAAAASc/yIEpvkkkATM/s200/Dog+Lake+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out until the last .8 mile. When you get to that last .8 mile there's a little sign that points in the direction of the lake and you think, wow we are so close, maybe another 10-15 minutes and we'll be there. That's where it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; you. They fail to tell you that even thought that last little stretch of the hike isn't that far away, it's almost straight up!! Holy crap that was steep! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWRh8sZ6I/AAAAAAAAASk/kuTP_6K1vJ0/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971040858040226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWRh8sZ6I/AAAAAAAAASk/kuTP_6K1vJ0/s200/Dog+Lake+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took us 40 minutes to finish that last part. Then you get to the top and you're so excited to see this brilliant, crystal clear lake and you get a stagnant puddle. Such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; at the end but the trip there was outstanding. The lake was cute but that's about it. One other annoying thing is that at the beginning of the trail and right &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWf_P8EJI/AAAAAAAAASs/rZh5vZkKGZo/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971289241555090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWf_P8EJI/AAAAAAAAASs/rZh5vZkKGZo/s200/Dog+Lake+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when you get to the lake there are big signs that say that this is a water shed area and that dogs are not allowed. So what do you think we saw when we got to the lake? About 10 dogs running through the lake playing. Now it's always cute to see dogs playing in the water, having a great time, but come on people! Can't you read the signs? Pick another place to go with your cute little pooches.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltW8cLlMVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/A_t2L3_Wo4g/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971778044244306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltW8cLlMVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/A_t2L3_Wo4g/s200/Dog+Lake+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really don't want to turn on my faucet and have a big glass of water with your dog's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; in it. Honestly! I really do like dogs, and if I had one I'd take them hiking with me in a second, but we would pick places that they were allowed to go.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWxZ-P_BI/AAAAAAAAAS0/neJgNVBSkWM/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971588472896530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltWxZ-P_BI/AAAAAAAAAS0/neJgNVBSkWM/s200/Dog+Lake+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aversion&lt;/span&gt; of not picking up after Rover after he's done doing his business and not having him on a leash when he should be? We were sitting by the lake enjoying the view, when a HUGE orange dog came over and almost ate us. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, maybe he didn't try to eat us and he was pretty cute, but I know he was eyeing my cheese stick pretty closely. :) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltXLBqawiI/AAAAAAAAATE/iVYEzrypEZM/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357972028623864354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltXLBqawiI/AAAAAAAAATE/iVYEzrypEZM/s200/Dog+Lake+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was a great morning and we ended it at the Cottonwood Cafe for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;egg white&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; and the biggest chocolate chip pancake I've ever seen! It took all three of us to polish that thing off. Can't wait for next Saturday.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltXbgMAwGI/AAAAAAAAATM/JQiynQudllo/s1600-h/Dog+Lake+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357972311695736930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltXbgMAwGI/AAAAAAAAATM/JQiynQudllo/s200/Dog+Lake+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-3637948838051493971?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3637948838051493971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3637948838051493971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3637948838051493971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3637948838051493971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-and-dog-lake.html' title='4th of July and Dog Lake'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SltVaDUMz0I/AAAAAAAAASE/fRIYmDha3FU/s72-c/Dog+Lake+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4555160309076107308</id><published>2009-07-07T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:46:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Confrence</title><content type='html'>Three days after I got home from San Diego, it was time for our 3 day youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNq4TftJXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xlXIQYoZ1a8/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355741897412126066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNq4TftJXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xlXIQYoZ1a8/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast! Thursday was the first night and we had a Dutch Oven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cook off&lt;/span&gt; with the boys against the girls. The boys made delicious rosemary chicken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; potatoes with almost more bacon in them than potatoes and a to die for strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhubarb&lt;/span&gt; cobbler.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrS_8laHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JtqK_hqmrsg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355742356021012594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrS_8laHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JtqK_hqmrsg/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls went with a pulled pork in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; sauce that was melt in your mouth, buttery squash and yummy peach cobbler. The judges vote ended in a tie but we were all the winners because we got to eat all that good food! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrdi4GKwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KwOC7osNC0Q/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355742537196120834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrdi4GKwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KwOC7osNC0Q/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning we met up early and went for a hike up to the granite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quarry&lt;/span&gt; that they cut the granite for the Salt Lake Temple for, and picked up trash along the trail. We each picked up a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of granite to keep so we could have a little piece of the temple with us. After that was over we drive up to Alta Ski Lodge and had a picnic lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;snow fight&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNsRwt7H3I/AAAAAAAAARU/_FbtqLSE-Kk/s1600-h/Hike+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743434264747890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNsRwt7H3I/AAAAAAAAARU/_FbtqLSE-Kk/s200/Hike+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James and Marc pollished off the pickle juice and James followed that with a shot of mustard. Boys are so weird. On the drive up to the Alta we saw a Moose on the side of the road just chomping away at some leaves. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNr-oR2MGI/AAAAAAAAARM/2OMcyp8TJ5A/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743105581985890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNr-oR2MGI/AAAAAAAAARM/2OMcyp8TJ5A/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hit the breaks and turned around. By the time we got back down the road he had gone back in to the woods a little more but I was able to kind of get a picture of him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrrxwweTI/AAAAAAAAARE/ty7J1AD0Sjw/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355742781710039346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNrrxwweTI/AAAAAAAAARE/ty7J1AD0Sjw/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was very cute! That was the first Moose I've seen in Utah. It was great. We finished up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;snow fight&lt;/span&gt; and went back to cool off with some water games at the church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNsleCi5qI/AAAAAAAAARc/HqmvTSpdl1E/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743772848350882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNsleCi5qI/AAAAAAAAARc/HqmvTSpdl1E/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the others were playing the games I was off making ice cream for later that night when we put on an activity night for the older singles in our ward. The ice cream was fantastic, the games were fun and I think everyone had a great time. We ended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNtTBDBQyI/AAAAAAAAARs/uu0qvz1IcOM/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744555339694882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNtTBDBQyI/AAAAAAAAARs/uu0qvz1IcOM/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday by going to the open house for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt; Temple followed by lunch at Ab's. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNsw1CDigI/AAAAAAAAARk/HldKDmQxm9c/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the eating we did for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; I think I gained 10 lbs! Not good! I'll have to double up on some runs to get it off, but it was sure fun putting it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-4555160309076107308?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4555160309076107308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4555160309076107308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4555160309076107308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4555160309076107308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-confrence.html' title='Youth Confrence'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNq4TftJXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xlXIQYoZ1a8/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2473481836179209518</id><published>2009-07-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:49:12.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some sweet, sweet beach time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0PlCBpGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48UAZPZXzNo/s1600-h/Beach+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355470717884408930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0PlCBpGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48UAZPZXzNo/s200/Beach+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheeze&lt;/span&gt;, life has been crazy busy lately, so I'll try to catch up with what's been happening. My sister-in-law's family has a tradition of camping on the beach right outside of San Diego called San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elijo&lt;/span&gt; State Park, and ever since my brother married into their family, they have invited us to go along with them. It's has become one of my favorite vacation spots ever! There's a little camp ground that is right above the beach that has showers and flush toilets and great little camp spots that we put out &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0YJ9WEKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/T7YJLg4IP7s/s1600-h/Beach+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355470865235841186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0YJ9WEKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/T7YJLg4IP7s/s200/Beach+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tents up on and get ready for a week of sun, surf and food. It's fantastic! This year my parents and older brother decided not to come so it was just me and my brother's family, but it was still awesome! My little nieces had so much fun playing in the sand and jumping in the waves. It was just fun watching them. But we also built sand castles and took turns burring them in the sand. Aspen loved that, Paisley not so much. She hates getting dirty. Paisley also just turned two before we left and we had a little party for her before heading out to the beach. This was honestly one of the best vacation's I'd taken in a long while. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0gfD6caI/AAAAAAAAAQM/prG7BPPoCO0/s1600-h/Beach+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355471008339489186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0gfD6caI/AAAAAAAAAQM/prG7BPPoCO0/s200/Beach+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't think about work once!!! Always the sign of a good vacation. One crazy thing did happen while we were there. The fellas decided to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; in La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoya&lt;/span&gt; bay and check out all the fish and maybe see some sharks. I decided to tag along just for the heck of it. That lasted until I got chest deep in the water. I'd seen a couple dark shadows pass by me and didn't really think anything of it until I joined up with the guys who were standing around talking and Teri's brother Bryan said "Did you see those sharks that just went by?"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0EEsA5GI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rf_xmAiSwH8/s1600-h/Beach+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355470520223589474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0EEsA5GI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rf_xmAiSwH8/s200/Beach+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharks you say? Even before we really got out into the bay? That's when I decided that the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; thing was way over rated and that if I actually went out where I couldn't touch, I was sure to die. That and I just didn't have a very good feeling about it either. At that precise moment I was having these thoughts, Teri's brother-in-law said that he was having trouble with his mask leaking and that he was going to go back to shore. Talk about miracles from HEAVEN!!!! It took me about 1 second to hand him my mask and to count me out! You can call me chicken all you want, that was way too scary! The funny thing though was the guys had been joking with me about how you just need one person that's slower than you to avoid getting eaten by a shark. That had been my brother Joe until I'd decided to tag along. Now it was back to being Joe and he wasn't too happy with me leaving. He kept asking me, "Are you really leaving?" Uh, yeah! No sharks for me, thank you. :) That kid sure has guts because he sucked it up and went out with the guys, all the while, I was waving from the shore. :) The guys were gone for about 3 hours and all the girls back on the beach were starting to get worried. All of the sudden one of the guys came walking up the beach and his legs were pretty banged up and bleeding. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNuY4kEIqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CilihszYwhE/s1600-h/Beach+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355745755653218978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlNuY4kEIqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CilihszYwhE/s200/Beach+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out that they all got too close to the cliffs and got grated across the rocks. He said that Joe was really bad. Teri and her sister Megan took off down the beach and I followed a little later thinking that I knew some CPR and could stop some major bleeding if needed, but thank heavens we ran into all the guys walking up the beach. Joe was pretty bad. He said that he got to close to a cave and almost got sucked in, but he grabbed onto some rocks that pretty much acted like a cheese grater on his body, but he didn't want to let go because it was either the rocks or the cave. The guy I gave my mask to has help save him by helping pull him up higher on the rocks. They climbed over the rocks to a more calm part of water where they jumped back in and swam for shore. Joe said that jumping back into the water, while he was bleeding was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scariest&lt;/span&gt; thing he's ever done. He kept expecting to be bit by a shark the whole time he was in the water. I'm so glad I didn't go. Honestly, if my big 6'4", 270 lb brother who's pretty dang strong, was having a hard time holding onto those rocks, I would have been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goner&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I gave the Holy Ghost credit for the bad feeling at the time but I know it was him now. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355471717359945874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ1JwXkCJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xaen5Dy9ZPk/s200/Beach+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really need to start paying attention to him a little more. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful, thank heavens. I can't wait until next year! When I got back I had a change to get together with some wonderful old friends from Phoenix. It was really good to see them again. Sometimes it's just really nice to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2473481836179209518?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2473481836179209518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2473481836179209518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2473481836179209518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2473481836179209518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-sweet-sweet-beach-time.html' title='Some sweet, sweet beach time!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SlJ0PlCBpGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/48UAZPZXzNo/s72-c/Beach+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2854196309505007165</id><published>2009-06-09T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:59:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Saturday hike and pictures from our Cake Auction Girls Camp Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>Early Saturday morning, while everyone else was sleeping,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53O77nxhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9y3FKKsWv_Q/s1600-h/Hiking+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345340906224993810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53O77nxhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9y3FKKsWv_Q/s200/Hiking+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 crazy ladies woke up at 5:30 to head out on our first Saturday hike of the summer! We chose Little Cottonwood Trail for our first outing because it wasn't too hard or steep and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53ac6bceI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rD8DimpK2xg/s1600-h/Hiking+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341104056922594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53ac6bceI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rD8DimpK2xg/s200/Hiking+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we needed something to build our confidence if we were to tackle something harder next time. It was beautiful!!!!! The creek was super swollen from the snow melt and rushed by like crazy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53kr67nUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FAaEhjbnACE/s1600-h/Hiking+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341279884254530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53kr67nUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FAaEhjbnACE/s200/Hiking+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trail kind of follows the creek up the mountain until you reach the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quarry&lt;/span&gt; where they cut granite for building stuff. Don't know what stuff but it was cool to see the old ruin. We laughed and talked and sang while we walked up the trail. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53xBmSdsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HmqXN-861xA/s1600-h/Hiking+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341491861681858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53xBmSdsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HmqXN-861xA/s200/Hiking+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was one of the best times ever! I can't wait for the next one! Love ya Annette, Judy and Tracy! Thursday night before the hike we had a fundraiser for our ward's girls camp. We had taco salads with fresh hot delicious scones and honey butter. We also had people make cakes or cookies to donate to be auctioned off at the end of the dinner. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54BQBtx_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7vwPAEDQrDk/s1600-h/Hiking+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341770612721650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54BQBtx_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7vwPAEDQrDk/s200/Hiking+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were so cute! I made the campfire cake and was pretty surprised how cute it turned out, if I can brag about myself for a second. :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54MtDiAJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FHDW7CyqZyk/s1600-h/Hiking+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345341967383527570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54MtDiAJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FHDW7CyqZyk/s200/Hiking+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annette made the absolutely scrumptious looking strawberry and chocolate tower cake! I just wanted to shove that whole thing in my mouth!!! It looked so good!!!! One of our girls made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; table cake, which was adorable!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54WfwCAXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RAMAKXwjBZQ/s1600-h/Hiking+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345342135610769778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si54WfwCAXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RAMAKXwjBZQ/s200/Hiking+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were tons of other cakes but I thought I'd just put up a couple of them. I think we did pretty good money wise and hopefully we'll be able to put on a really fun camp for the girls now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2854196309505007165?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2854196309505007165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2854196309505007165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2854196309505007165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2854196309505007165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-saturday-hike-and-pictures-from.html' title='First Saturday hike and pictures from our Cake Auction Girls Camp Fundraiser'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Si53O77nxhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9y3FKKsWv_Q/s72-c/Hiking+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-157882049892445923</id><published>2009-06-04T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:52:53.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a hike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsYcAn70I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HCBU11iu8QI/s1600-h/media4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499387478208322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsYcAn70I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HCBU11iu8QI/s200/media4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Wednesday for our combined Young Women/Young Men's activity we hiked up Ensign Peak. It was the first time I'd been up there and it was beautiful! The hike wasn't that far maybe 1 1/2 miles, a little steep in a few places, but was totally worth the effort.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsB-oHNZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w4b04vvqNF8/s1600-h/flowers"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499001633650066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsB-oHNZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w4b04vvqNF8/s200/flowers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've decided that I'm going to become a hiking queen this summer and try out all the great hikes in the Salt Lake area. I posted a few pictures from the top, looking over the valley and some of the pretty flowers that were out along the trail.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsJAjq75I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xcVGs8adm3g/s1600-h/media2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499122410975122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsJAjq75I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xcVGs8adm3g/s200/media2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Net and I have decided we want to get out every Friday/Saturday and try a new hike each time, so if you'd like to tag along just let us know. Happy Hiking.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsjLi7liI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JV6SZue_qSs/s1600-h/media5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499572037260834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsjLi7liI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JV6SZue_qSs/s200/media5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsPbEESaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8CMIy8MbyE8/s1600-h/media3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiftoV-cv7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/KfQLkt6YxSI/s1600-h/media3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343500760248008626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiftoV-cv7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/KfQLkt6YxSI/s200/media3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiftXoRejSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VRtvYixEMgA/s1600-h/media5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-157882049892445923?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/157882049892445923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=157882049892445923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/157882049892445923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/157882049892445923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-hike.html' title='Take a hike!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SifsYcAn70I/AAAAAAAAAOc/HCBU11iu8QI/s72-c/media4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-671929521395705547</id><published>2009-06-01T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:53:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked dude!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap! I almost forgot to post about going to see Wicked on May 1st! I was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ticketless&lt;/span&gt; until the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRlrAzJOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vLxhT46uQ68/s1600-h/P5010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342506847591545010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRlrAzJOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vLxhT46uQ68/s200/P5010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night of the show and then a friend's child was sick so she couldn't go so I got a call announcing the wonderful news as I was driving downtown to meet them for dinner. I love going out with friends so even though I didn't have a ticket I still wanted to go out to dinner with everyone so that's what I was doing when &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRlxjUlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KNvxn9ZSmf0/s1600-h/P5010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342506959937815474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRlxjUlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KNvxn9ZSmf0/s200/P5010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found out the blessed news! We went, and it was one of the best things I've ever seen! So funny, creative and brilliantly put together, I can't wait to go again! My pictures didn't quite turn out so I'm posting the only dorky one I have. I'm scrunching down and Judy is talking. Sorry Judy! I had on some absolutely fabulous black sparkly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strappy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stilettos&lt;/span&gt; which made me about 6' 3", Judy is maybe 5' which led to some very funny pictures of her head being at my boob level when I hugged her. Kind of why I don't hug short men. I'll stop there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, see this show if you get the chance! It's like, totally Wicked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-671929521395705547?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/671929521395705547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=671929521395705547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/671929521395705547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/671929521395705547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/06/wicked-dude.html' title='Wicked dude!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRlrAzJOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vLxhT46uQ68/s72-c/P5010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2851345941551720359</id><published>2009-06-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:21:36.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was worth a Tri!</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what it would be like to be to willingly subject yourself to torture? Well that's what I did on May 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! For some reason I let myself get talked into signing up for a sprint distance Triathlon in American Fork called the Women of Steel. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;think it&lt;/span&gt; was the cool name of the event that was the deciding factor to me giving in. :) So anyway I signed up for the race in January thinking I have plenty of time to get in shape for the 300 m swim, 12.5 mile bike ride and the 3 mile run, and ultimately squandered my time away until I looked at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calender&lt;/span&gt; and almost died when I realized that time had slowly crept up on me and the race was only weeks away! Panic set in. I finally decided to go buy a bike (yeah, I hadn't really ridden a real bike since I was 12 and spin classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kicks&lt;/span&gt; your butt but aren't quite the same. Not too smart of me.) Purchased the bike the Saturday before the race and went on a little 2 mile ride on Monday to "break it in" before the race. I'd been running so I wasn't too worried about the running part of the race, but I was worried about the swim. I'd been practicing swimming at the local rec center. They have a 25 m pool that I felt pretty comfortable in but it turned out at the race that they used a 50 m pool to swim in. Now I was used to having a break every 25 m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I had to turn around at that point at the rec center pool but now I wasn't going to be able to get a break until 50 m, I was pretty nervous about that. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRiI1tdhSI/AAAAAAAAANk/qARq0TT0T1U/s1600-h/Women+of+Steel+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342502961964483874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRiI1tdhSI/AAAAAAAAANk/qARq0TT0T1U/s200/Women+of+Steel+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the day arrived and my friend's wife Jerry picked me up at 5:30 AM so we'd have plenty of time to get there and get set up before the race. Jerry is the most wonderful lady and we had a blast driving down. She is in her mid 60's and she totally kicks butt in these events! She'd completed this race last year and had so much amazing advice that she shared with me on the drive down that was invaluable! So we got there and set up our areas by placing a towel down and setting out shoes and socks and everything we'd need for the transitions in order, and went and look around at the competition. For some reason I was thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;there would &lt;/span&gt;be just some regular looking people there but no, all these ladies looked like they meant business! They all had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; suits on and they looked like they were in really good shape. Gulp! That was my first hint that I was in trouble. It was finally time to start the race and everyone gathered at the pool. You were supposed to have timed yourself to see how long it took you to swim the 300 m before you got there so you knew where to line up when you got there. Jerry and I both stood in the 9 minute line and waited for our turns. That was the worst! You have to stand there and watch these ladies that could give Michael Phelps a run for his money finish the swim in 3 or 4 minutes! It was seriously intimidating. The way it worked out was they had two lines that you could choose to line up in, and each line was divided up into the different time's with the shortest time being at the front of the line. The 9 minute people were towards the end of the line. Anyway, the first person jumped in and a timer held off the next person until 10 seconds had passed then they let the next person in. This pattern continued until they reached the end of the lines.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRiT_gu8bI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zw3ZwmQjOyc/s1600-h/Women+of+Steel+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342503153574015410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRiT_gu8bI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zw3ZwmQjOyc/s200/Women+of+Steel+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were three lanes you swam in, going up one side, turning around in the same lane and going back down that same lane. When you reached the end of that lane you dove under the lane line into the next lane and repeated the swim, going up one side and back down the same side of the lane. You did that for a full 3 lanes, then you got to get out of the pool and race over to the transition area to get ready for the biking portion of the race. This was where my inexperience got to me. I hadn't purchased a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; suit, I'd just worn my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tankini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; I'd just pull my bike shorts over my swim bottoms, pull my shirt on and creatively get into my sports bra while taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tankini&lt;/span&gt; top off, slip on my socks and shoes and I'd be off! Yeah right! I hadn't really practiced this part of the race, thinking that it wouldn't be that hard to hurry and change, but oh was I wrong! Bike shorts are pretty easy to put on when your dry but they didn't want to budge up my wet legs! It took me forever to get those babies on, having to contort my body in way's I didn't think were possible, giving everyone a show who were around me. :) Oh what I'd have given for a bed to lay down on so I could wiggle them on and do them up! I almost decided to just leave them and pull some shorts on I'd brought for the run when I gave them one last yank and they slipped up! Thank heavens they did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I think my butt would still be sore today if I hadn't of worn them. The bike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; was a 6.25 mile loop that you did twice. That was fine except for it had three huge, steep hills right at the very beginning of the ride that almost did me in. When I got to the top of the last hill all I could think about was that I had to ride up them again! I ended up having to walk up the last hill the second time around, but that's what I get for not training on a bike beforehand. I really wanted to quit by the time I was 3/4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; through the bike ride. I couldn't even contemplate having to run after the biking portion. But I remembered what my goal was and that was just to finish. I didn't care what my time was but I just wanted to be able to say that I finished it. So I calmed down, finished out the bike ride and went for the run. That was the funniest transition because my legs felt like jello from the bike ride and it took me about 1/8 of a mile to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; down for running. The s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cene&lt;/span&gt; that kept coming back in to my brain was a clip from Seinfeld where Kramer went to the dentist to get a tooth fixed so his mouth is numb and he's also wearing these new exercise shoes that make him walk funny so people keep thinking he's mentally challenged. Anyway, that's how I felt I looked like as I was trying to get the kinks out of my legs so I could run. The run felt great and I actually passed a few ladies. I finished really close to being the last person but I at least finished! In retrospect it was the most amazing race I've ever done and I'd love to do it again, but it took me the weekend of recovering to have that attitude. :) If you ever need any advice on what NOT to do for a triathlon give me a call, I'm an expert on that. :) Can't wait for the next one, it really is worth a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2851345941551720359?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2851345941551720359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2851345941551720359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2851345941551720359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2851345941551720359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-worth-tri.html' title='It was worth a Tri!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SiRiI1tdhSI/AAAAAAAAANk/qARq0TT0T1U/s72-c/Women+of+Steel+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1497492067467337701</id><published>2009-05-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:34:20.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean as a Whistle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; for some people but I'm just so proud of my dad that I couldn't resist &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sgsgqhx7RDI/AAAAAAAAANc/sRzLAPhNyMA/s1600-h/2005-07-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335394098544854066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sgsgqhx7RDI/AAAAAAAAANc/sRzLAPhNyMA/s200/2005-07-07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posting it. My dad made an appointment for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt; a month or so ago and that blessed day finally arrived bright and early Tuesday morning. My Mom said that he has kinda been looking forward to this event, oddly enough, but only in a "I'm a man, I can totally handle this" kind of way. I can actually picture him kind of jogging in place, doing some boxing punches and stretching to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loosen&lt;/span&gt; up before going into the exam room. Maybe even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; a "Let's do this" out while walking through the door. He cracks me up. He told my Mom that he was just going to drive himself home afterwards so she didn't have to go if she didn't want to. Yeah, right. Short story, my mom went and drove home, silly Dad, but he did have a clean bill of health! To hear him tell it, the Dr stated that he'd never seen such a fine specimen of colon as my Dads'. :) Way to go Dad! My Dad has been a big fan of fiber since I can remember and it looks like fiber has been good to him over the years! Hopefully they'll send him a picture of his clean colon that he can frame and hang on the wall. Hum...maybe I've just found the perfect Father's Day present! Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1497492067467337701?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1497492067467337701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1497492067467337701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1497492067467337701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1497492067467337701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean-as-whistle.html' title='Clean as a Whistle!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sgsgqhx7RDI/AAAAAAAAANc/sRzLAPhNyMA/s72-c/2005-07-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1686111242555593739</id><published>2009-05-11T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:37:41.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm having a mid life crisis. How does one get over it? I've tried chocolate (the not eating chocolate thing lasted about a day) buying things and sleep, but so far the only result I've had is that my pants have gotten tighter. Tight pants have not helped the crisis. Any recommendations on how to get over it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1686111242555593739?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1686111242555593739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1686111242555593739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1686111242555593739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1686111242555593739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3223650999110211897</id><published>2009-05-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:50:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland, just what the Dr ordered!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten to the point were your just done. Done with&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VcruBv_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/NzDQoHEpS20/s1600-h/P4210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332004066346254322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VcruBv_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/NzDQoHEpS20/s200/P4210061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; work, done with school, just done with the same old crap you have to put up with everyday? Ever wonder what could possibly fix that rut your in? Well I have the answer for you: Disneyland! They don't call it the happiest place in the world for nothing. It was the perfect little getaway. Work, school and all&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VmHVRWyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bzCbYGo9Ddc/s1600-h/P4200029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332004228377434914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VmHVRWyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bzCbYGo9Ddc/s200/P4200029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the other worries that had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plaguing&lt;/span&gt; me for the last little while where completely forgotten in watching my cute little nieces experience the magic of the park. We arrived Monday afternoon, checked into the hotel and headed right over to California Adventure. My dad scored some sweet two day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;park hopper&lt;/span&gt; passes from AAA so we could take our time and go where ever we wanted, when we wanted. It was boiling hot but nothing could dampen the spirits of the two little jumping beans posing as my nieces as we went on the rides. They loved it! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VyUHJFOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mvwwGB9PUFk/s1600-h/P4200028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332004437966263522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VyUHJFOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mvwwGB9PUFk/s200/P4200028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the best part was watching them run through the "cool off" places where they had misters and shooting water fountains the girls and us bigger kids were running through to cool off. It felt so good to get a little wet. Paisley was cracking me up. Her hair got wet and she kept laughing saying "Mommy, hair wet Mommy" then she'd let out this little chuckle. Aspen was&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8V9ILcC2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/7Z_i6ZHVRa0/s1600-h/P4200042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332004623741619042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8V9ILcC2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/7Z_i6ZHVRa0/s200/P4200042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laughing and getting as wet as possible. They both are just darling! Joey, Aspen, Paisley and I went on this little Ladybug ride that is very similar to the Teacup ride at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; but not as twirly. Aspen was laughing the whole time, just loving it, but Paisley sat there for a little bit not knowing if she like it or not and then towards the end of the ride she started making these siren noises, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8W8QDP27I/AAAAAAAAAMs/AyEx7d1bAoE/s1600-h/P4200049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332005708186508210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8W8QDP27I/AAAAAAAAAMs/AyEx7d1bAoE/s200/P4200049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;" without moving her lips. Joey and I just started cracking up! Her face never changed but just these noises started coming out of her. Oh my gosh, it was funny! The only down side was that the girls didn't get to meet any of the Princesses. We looked all over but couldn't find them. I'm sure the girls got over it pretty quickly but the adults were all bummed out. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XJ8LriUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0V8K7QPbLlY/s1600-h/P4200052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332005943371336002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XJ8LriUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0V8K7QPbLlY/s200/P4200052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We still went on the Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, Small World, Haunted Mansion and the Dumbo Ride along with ton's of others. We honestly just about walked onto every ride there. Longest wait was for Splash Mountain and that was maybe 20-25 minutes. It rocked! Perfect time to go. One of the best rides was Joe taking Aspen on &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XYNI4F8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/8dNmibVk9cA/s1600-h/P4210055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006188441147330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XYNI4F8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/8dNmibVk9cA/s200/P4210055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thunder&lt;/span&gt; Mountain. She was so excited to go but two second into the ride she was screaming "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" which was so funny because that's what Joey used to do when we'd take him on rides when he was little! You'll have to ask him about the Magic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Carpet&lt;/span&gt; ride at&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XkhARFaI/AAAAAAAAANE/eN_roGxoMfM/s1600-h/P4210056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006399932175778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XkhARFaI/AAAAAAAAANE/eN_roGxoMfM/s200/P4210056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lagoon when he was a little guy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! On Tuesday afternoon Teri took the kids back for a nap and Mom and Dad went to lay down too, so Jason, Joe and I got to go run around hitting all the "grown up" rides. The Tower of Terror is fantastic! Sorry Joe and Jason &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XwMCh1OI/AAAAAAAAANM/sdE8kWnz1Ws/s1600-h/P4210057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006600462947554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8XwMCh1OI/AAAAAAAAANM/sdE8kWnz1Ws/s200/P4210057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for grabbing your legs! They really need to show you where the hand hold are before they drop you 5 stories! :) We rode on the crazy, non-regulation sized Screamer Coaster. I was actually fine the first time around...it was the second time that got me followed by getting spun around in circles on the Rapids ride. I had to head to the closest bathroom. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8X7iJjR7I/AAAAAAAAANU/IhTknA2teYI/s1600-h/P4210060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006795376543666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8X7iJjR7I/AAAAAAAAANU/IhTknA2teYI/s200/P4210060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating a bacon cheese burger and then going on those rides isn't the best of ideas, so my puking spree continued! But that's all part of the fun, right? :) I got to meet up with my emailing buddy John for dinner Tuesday night and had a blast finally talking to him. It was so fun to sit and actually talk to someone I've been emailing for over a year. The time flew by and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; was closing before we knew it. We'll have to do that again, I had the best time. So summing everything up, that was a fantastic vacation! Can't wait for the next one in June...camping in San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Elijo&lt;/span&gt; State Park on the beach just outside of San Diego. That's going to be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-3223650999110211897?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3223650999110211897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3223650999110211897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3223650999110211897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3223650999110211897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/disneyland-just-what-dr-ordered.html' title='Disneyland, just what the Dr ordered!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sf8VcruBv_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/NzDQoHEpS20/s72-c/P4210061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3272077896644654181</id><published>2009-04-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:11:52.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Coma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325027657689630738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SeZMcQO4iBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n8GNxLvs4f8/s200/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;My sister-in-law sent me this picture of my Phoenix nieces after their sugar high wore off. I love it! If you look close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; you'll see they're holding hands as they sleep. It's probably the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!  But talking about sugar, I've come to a decision that if I ever see another piece of chocolate again it will be too soon!!! I had a dream last night that someone offered me some chocolate and I was grossed out at the thought of eating it even in my dream! You know you've been bad when you can't even dream about chocolate without getting sick. :) So now I've decided to go cold turkey and ban myself from eating chocolate FOREVER!!!!...or at least until Halloween....or my birthday...NO Halloween! It's just chocolate people, not the end of the world! It's on! It'll be super easy once I get past the cold sweats and shakes that are sure to come as early as tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-3272077896644654181?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3272077896644654181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3272077896644654181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3272077896644654181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3272077896644654181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/sugar-coma.html' title='Sugar Coma!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SeZMcQO4iBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n8GNxLvs4f8/s72-c/IMAGE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1503034350775660260</id><published>2009-04-06T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:08:59.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little tidbits from the last couple of weeks.</title><content type='html'>I feel like so much has been going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; haven't been able to catch up on all the fun stuff. So here's a little review of what the last few weeks has been. I've been writing like a crazy women for my Psych class but I'm almost done with that class so there is an end in sight for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt;. My final is on my birthday. It will be a very happy birthday as far as I'm concerned, because I'll never have to take that class again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;! The young women in my ward are just adorable and I got to take two of them down to watch the Young Women's session at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt; Center. We had great seats and loved being able to listen to the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SdooX-J23KI/AAAAAAAAALs/g0jzWJaRjU8/s1600-h/P3280013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321610301978107042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SdooX-J23KI/AAAAAAAAALs/g0jzWJaRjU8/s200/P3280013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; leaders of the church. It was so touching to stand in that amazing building and listen to 16 thousand beautiful young women sing the closing song with all their hearts. I can't even remember what the song was but I can remember the feeling it gave me. Just another witness to me that the church is true. We are so blessed to have the gospel in our lives. Just yesterday between the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; sessions I got to meet up with a companion from my mission at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; center. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soeur&lt;/span&gt; Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Leavitt&lt;/span&gt; is now Summer Miller. She's married to a wonderful guy and has a little boy named Cole, who is adorable. It was so fun&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sdooih0U3dI/AAAAAAAAAL0/D87CZ2hTAt4/s1600-h/P4050016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321610483350166994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sdooih0U3dI/AAAAAAAAAL0/D87CZ2hTAt4/s200/P4050016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see her! She was my very last companion on my mission and one of my favorites of all time! Having her as my companion after having had a few hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;companionship's&lt;/span&gt; was a blessing in itself. The last months of my mission were perfect and I have her to thank for a lot of that. She was a hard worker, close to her Heavenly Father and gave her whole heart to being a missionary. It was so fun to see her again and talk about the old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1503034350775660260?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1503034350775660260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1503034350775660260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1503034350775660260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1503034350775660260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-tidbits-from-last-couple-of.html' title='Little tidbits from the last couple of weeks.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SdooX-J23KI/AAAAAAAAALs/g0jzWJaRjU8/s72-c/P3280013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1066947026405287609</id><published>2009-03-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:36:35.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Easter are my two front teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things to do as a kid was jumping on my bed, or the couch or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;love seat&lt;/span&gt;... pretty much anything bouncy. That is until my parents gave in and bought us a trampoline. Well apparently the need to jump on anything and everything around is hereditary because it has become one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; activities of my little nieces in Arizona. I must have had real &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ScgA1PWQonI/AAAAAAAAALk/pC8-10PKCio/s1600-h/IMAGE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316500274763833970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ScgA1PWQonI/AAAAAAAAALk/pC8-10PKCio/s200/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;superpowers because I was never injured during this jumping phase despite taking a few tumbles off the tramp. Unfortunately my niece Aspen hasn't had as good of luck as I did. A week or so ago she and her sister were jumping on one of their bed's when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; flew into the dresser and tried to take a bite out if it. The dresser won and Aspen is short two front teeth. Her parents rushed her to the ER and they were able to push her teeth back in but they never reattached so her dentist had to pull them the other day. She was a real trooper about it all and still looks as adorable as ever. Poor little thing! I hope the tooth fairy was extra nice to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1066947026405287609?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1066947026405287609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1066947026405287609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1066947026405287609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1066947026405287609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-want-for-easter-are-my-two-front.html' title='All I want for Easter are my two front teeth!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ScgA1PWQonI/AAAAAAAAALk/pC8-10PKCio/s72-c/IMAGE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-5450213450972596052</id><published>2009-03-17T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:35:53.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't call it March Maddness of nothing.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kidnapped&lt;/span&gt; my niece and met up with my parents in Vegas. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_A3OsnZXI/AAAAAAAAALE/8-u2sfNPHIc/s1600-h/Vegas+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178140391040370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_A3OsnZXI/AAAAAAAAALE/8-u2sfNPHIc/s200/Vegas+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really only had two goals while there. #1 sit by the pool and soak up some rays and #2 go watch the Y beat up on some unsuspecting team. Honestly that doesn't sound like too much to ask for of a short weekend does&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_AWuzWssI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kKLDbP_QV94/s1600-h/Vegas+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it? Well unfortunately, neither of them came to pass. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_A88s4bgI/AAAAAAAAALM/xZbV9WrjZIE/s1600-h/Vegas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178238639533570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_A88s4bgI/AAAAAAAAALM/xZbV9WrjZIE/s200/Vegas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pool was closed for cleaning and the Y lost to San Diego, yes, I said San Diego. Thus the Mad part of March Maddness enters the picture. How can you lose to people you've already beaten this season?  Annoying!  Oh well, I got over the lose pretty quick and the rest of our time there was pretty fun. My niece and&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb-_9EhMPjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eI8Y-Buaxew/s1600-h/Vegas.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a blast driving down and hanging out with my parents. And despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coogs&lt;/span&gt; losing their game, we had a great time cheering them on! Our seats were almost to the top of the arena so we had a great view of the court :) and we had a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_BGnZw_nI/AAAAAAAAALU/BR7exz3Ry9Q/s1600-h/Vegas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178404720901746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_BGnZw_nI/AAAAAAAAALU/BR7exz3Ry9Q/s200/Vegas3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bunch of really fun Y students sitting in front of us. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_AI88ayyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/P9leO3yXx7k/s1600-h/Vegas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun. Just being in Vegas is a blast. I love that place! Take away the prostitution, people drinking until they pass out and Strip Clubs and you have a pretty fun place. :) How can you not like a place where they have ton's of food for really cheap? The buffet at the Sunset Station Casino was loaded and delicious! I didn't stuff myself so I'll call the eating part of the trip a success. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cougars got an 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; seed in the playoffs and they'll play Texas A&amp;amp;M in the first round. I'm completely positive we'll win that one. We might have a little bit harder time in the second round but I'm sure we can pull that one off too. Who the heck is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UCON&lt;/span&gt; anyway? I'm sure we'll cream them...right? :) A girl can dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-5450213450972596052?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5450213450972596052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=5450213450972596052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5450213450972596052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5450213450972596052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-dont-call-it-march-maddness-of.html' title='They don&apos;t call it March Maddness of nothing.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/Sb_A3OsnZXI/AAAAAAAAALE/8-u2sfNPHIc/s72-c/Vegas+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7945537362335104322</id><published>2009-03-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:09:17.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by my good friend Sara so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Answer these questions with only one word, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation's&lt;/span&gt;, just one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone...desk&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other...hiding&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color... muddy&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother... wonderful&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father... funny&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing... home&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream goal...ten&lt;br /&gt;9. Room you're in... cube&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby... shopping&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear... snakes&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years... home&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night... school&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not...president&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items... abs&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up... Utah&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate... cereal&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing... cords&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV... flat&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet... adorable&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer... essential&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood...sleepy&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone... daily&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car...dirty&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing...thong :)&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store... Target&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer... packed&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone... unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color... blue&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you laughed... yesterday&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried...Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. 31 one word answers that wrap me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7945537362335104322?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7945537362335104322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7945537362335104322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7945537362335104322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7945537362335104322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7476769548988554148</id><published>2009-03-05T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:00:59.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, that's pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJcZO034I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cMcK_s5VKSo/s1600-h/Snow+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309824712828051330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJcZO034I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cMcK_s5VKSo/s200/Snow+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like normal, I never see outside until I'm leaving for work and I open the garage door. This morning there was a beautiful surprise awaiting me with the lifting of the door...Snow! It was so pretty that I just had to take a few pictures of it . I love it when there's snow on&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBKP3dWQbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tC94YSLB2r4/s1600-h/Snow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309825597115351474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBKP3dWQbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tC94YSLB2r4/s200/Snow+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the ground, the sky is clear and blue and you can see the mountains with the sun just starting to peak over their tops. Who knows, this could be our last snow of winter...we can only hope. :) Bring on Springtime!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJTHFR2TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JGKlCCccU64/s1600-h/Snow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJkcfMv8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/a-pQr37WpNw/s1600-h/Snow+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309824851140984770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJkcfMv8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/a-pQr37WpNw/s200/Snow+010.jpg" border="0" /&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/12394329-7476769548988554148?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7476769548988554148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7476769548988554148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7476769548988554148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7476769548988554148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-thats-pretty.html' title='Wow, that&apos;s pretty!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SbBJcZO034I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cMcK_s5VKSo/s72-c/Snow+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-8236965985669783914</id><published>2009-02-23T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:22:31.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a guy named Kitty Cat shouldn't be that hard...right?</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law Teri sent me the funniest email the other day. She was describing how my 4 yr old niece Aspen wanted her to play "pretend" on Friday. So they started playing. At first she wanted Teri to be my sister Michelle and little Aspen was pretending to be my other niece named Chloe. They played that for a while then she wanted to change things up a bit. So this time Aspen wanted to be me and get this....she wanted to pretend it was my wedding day. She wanted Teri to be the groom and guess what his name was? Kitty Cat! Teri says she was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about saying that he wasn't a cat but that was just his name. Lucky me! So apparently I need to start looking for a guy by the name of Kitty Cat! Now I know where I've been going wrong with this whole dating thing. I was focusing on guys with normal names! But that does bring up the question, where does one find a man named Kitty Cat? Maybe he shortens it to KC? She is the funniest little kid! What a little cutie! She absolutely cracks me up! Its nice to know that she hasn't given up on me yet. I just hope it's before she walks down the isle. I don't think my ego could handle my nieces being married off before me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-8236965985669783914?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8236965985669783914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=8236965985669783914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8236965985669783914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8236965985669783914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-guy-named-kitty-cat-shouldnt-be.html' title='Finding a guy named Kitty Cat shouldn&apos;t be that hard...right?'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1897564372549909314</id><published>2009-02-16T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:37:33.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's from the Hood Day</title><content type='html'>Hey Ladies!  Just a quick reminder that we have our get together this Saturday, the 21st at my house.  I'll send out an email, also as a reminder.  I'm excited to see you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1897564372549909314?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1897564372549909314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1897564372549909314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1897564372549909314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1897564372549909314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-from-hood-day.html' title='Girl&apos;s from the Hood Day'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-5512228171766050307</id><published>2009-02-11T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:44:49.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Marvin Gaye never hurt anyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZSlyBVTNDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Jw2JGaFDt9o/s1600-h/cute+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302044940091733042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZSlyBVTNDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Jw2JGaFDt9o/s200/cute+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a well known fact that Valentines day isn't my most favorite holiday. But this year, I've come to the conclusion that its not such a bad day and I might as well celebrate it, if just a little. So in the spirit of trying not to be bitter and hate this holiday, I've decided to create a list of my most favorite love songs of all time. There really are some good one's out there and hopefully they might help all you love birds set the mood on this, the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schmoopy&lt;/span&gt; of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the love fest begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Halo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'll never let you go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steelheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Unforgettable, Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;12. When we Dance, Sting&lt;br /&gt;11. Let's get it on, Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;10. Home, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. At Last, Etta James (I still like it even thought it was used at Obama's inagural ball, but it was a close call)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;J'attendais&lt;/span&gt;, Celine Dion (It's in French but the lyrics are some of the most beautiful I've ever heard)&lt;br /&gt;7. Take my Breath Away, Berlin&lt;br /&gt;6. All I want is You, U2&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been in Love, Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;4. The Way You Look Tonight, Tony Bennett's version&lt;br /&gt;3. When I'm with you, Sheriff&lt;br /&gt;2. Now and Forever, Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;1. Hands to Heaven, by Breathe. My absolute favorite of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did a pretty good job of limiting myself to only two Celine Dion songs. Not an easy task, I assure you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the songs are on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; player, so you can scroll through them if you'd like. Now you have no excuse for not knowing what songs will set the mood for you and your sweetheart this Valentines day. Happy Valentines day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-5512228171766050307?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5512228171766050307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=5512228171766050307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5512228171766050307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5512228171766050307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-marvin-gaye-never-hurt-anyone.html' title='A little Marvin Gaye never hurt anyone.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZSlyBVTNDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Jw2JGaFDt9o/s72-c/cute+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2692653781432836491</id><published>2009-02-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:44:05.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Furious weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend I got to have a small taste of what it would be like to have three adorable girls for children. It was my friend Annette's 10 wedding anniversary and they asked if I'd watch their little munchkins while they celebrated with a short weekend getaway to Midway. They were dropped off Friday afternoon and picked up on Sunday before church. The two older one's started off making signs for their new bedroom doors so they didn't get lost, while the littlest one proved to me how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un-kid&lt;/span&gt; friendly my house is. She found the litter box for my cat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box on the little dresser in my room and the poisonous poinsettia plant(Annette had to tell me about that one, who knew?) that was still hanging on from Christmas. You never think about the things on the shelf that are at eye level with a 1 1/2 yr old until they start pulling them down. :) Good learning lessons for later in life&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZIDH5NfTHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FCBkfnW36Vg/s1600-h/cookies+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301303145519860850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZIDH5NfTHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FCBkfnW36Vg/s200/cookies+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I guess. Here they are decorating sugar cookies we made. They were delicious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; frosted if we don't say so ourselves. We used football themed cookie cutters in honor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Super Bowl&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday but when we tried to frost the football player cookies his arms or legs would ultimately break off before we finished with it, so all the football player cookies ended up getting eaten as we were frosting...couldn't have happened better if I'd planned it that way. :) We went over to the discovery zone at the Fitness Center on Saturday and the girls had a blast running around, climbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ladders&lt;/span&gt; and going down slides while me and the littlest one built an awesome Lego castle. I love Lego's. We made a quick run to the store for some more Mac and Cheese and watched some fun Disney shows. The girls loved playing downstairs. There's a plastic toddler slide and a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals down there along with a very under utilized plastic exercise ball that's great for bouncing on. I'd forgotten how when your little you'd just make up your own games to play with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; or friends and it would keep you occupied for hours! They were such creative girls and we had so much fun just playing tag or one of their made up games. We'd watch a movie before bedtime to help us wind down and we'd all just pile on the couch with a blanket and enjoy the show. It was a great weekend. I'd watch them again in a second! The Super Bowl was a little upsetting....poor Cards! They almost pulled it off but it just want meant to be. Oh well, there's always next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2692653781432836491?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2692653781432836491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2692653781432836491' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2692653781432836491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2692653781432836491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/fast-and-furious-weekend.html' title='Fast and Furious weekend!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SZIDH5NfTHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FCBkfnW36Vg/s72-c/cookies+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3138131326438764345</id><published>2009-01-24T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:45:31.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things you never knew or never wanted to know about me.</title><content type='html'>My friend tagged me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; where I'm supposed to come up with 25 random facts about me. Since I'm not quite sure how I post the tag thing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; I'll just put it on my blog. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;count's&lt;/span&gt; right? If you want, give it a try. It was actually kind of fun! Did anyone know any of these things about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite color is blue with green running a close second.&lt;br /&gt;3. My dream home is in the mountain's by a lake...but not too far away from a mall.&lt;br /&gt;4. I always wanted to be 6 feet tall....missed it by 2 inches.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was little I wanted to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Archaeologist&lt;/span&gt;, a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader or a Veterinarian when I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can wave my little toe on my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't do the splits. Thus the end of the cheerleader dream. :)&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a cat that can play fetch.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;francais&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite desert is chocolate covered strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;11. I loved Paunch and John from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHiPs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12. Bones is my new favorite TV show.&lt;br /&gt;13. I HATE boxing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; fighting.&lt;br /&gt;14. I've only broken 2 bones my entire life ... both in my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love Coke Slurpee's.&lt;br /&gt;16. Most of the time my socks don't match because I hate looking for matching ones in my sock drawer.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;18. I was the tallest kid in elementary school until the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;19. If I could pick any super power to have I'd choose being able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;20. I paid $130 to see Celine Dion in concert while she was in Vegas and would do it again in a heart beat!&lt;br /&gt;21. I used to hate cooked spinach when I was little but now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;22. I carry your heart with me, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; Cummings is my favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;23. I've been to Disneyland over 20 times and I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love all sea food except for fish. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;25. I've witnessed a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-3138131326438764345?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3138131326438764345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3138131326438764345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3138131326438764345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3138131326438764345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-you-never-knew-or.html' title='25 Random things you never knew or never wanted to know about me.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7173450256633390655</id><published>2009-01-12T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:08:14.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise your hand, if you love Santa!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add this my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWugK-Qv4gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NH80z19aPTQ/s1600-h/Christmas+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498297649160706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWugK-Qv4gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NH80z19aPTQ/s200/Christmas+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last post so here's the last entry relating back to '08...I promise. :) My family meet up in Phoenix this year for Christmas and we had a blast! My little nieces are just the cutest little&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWueSsQZPQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_aPmeY0G64/s1600-h/Christmas+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290496231231536386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWueSsQZPQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_aPmeY0G64/s200/Christmas+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girls on the planet! You just can't pass up spending Christmas them when they're that cute. Now if they were only kind of cute, then sure, I pass it up, but they're adorable! :) I drove down with my sister and her family. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWueaFk462I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OZ0S2dSVJhU/s1600-h/Christmas+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290496358287469410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWueaFk462I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OZ0S2dSVJhU/s200/Christmas+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stop was in Kanab, the redrocks were all sprinkled with snow, beautiful. Next we stopped in Flagstaff, AZ to fill a cooler up with snow to take down in the valley for a snowball fight. The girls had so much fun building a little snowman and then running around getting everyone with their snowballs. So cute! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWuf7G-hpjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cIL5u_HsaAY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498025110742578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWuf7G-hpjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cIL5u_HsaAY/s200/Christmas+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls made Santa some cookies on Christmas Eve and little P couldn't get enough of the sprinkles. We opened presents Christmas morning, Santa was very good to us, and my big brother Jason made everyone breakfast! It was delicious! He has mad cooking skills, I tell ya. We did a little shopping, a lot of eating and the fellas went to the first&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498608249939202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWugdDVvpQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UyNctXggqa4/s200/Christmas+08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; playoff game&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWuejrVUDkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/N8DHitr6rUg/s1600-h/Christmas+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290496523041508930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWuejrVUDkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/N8DHitr6rUg/s200/Christmas+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the Cardinals in their new stadium. Joey won the beard contest they decided to have from Thanksgiving until Christmas. They were all looking really grubby so I'm glad that's over with. Us girls decided we needed to have a leg hair growing contest to give the guys a little taste of their own medicine but then Joey pointed out that Teri doesn't shave her legs anyway so what's the point. :) It was a fun Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7173450256633390655?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7173450256633390655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7173450256633390655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7173450256633390655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7173450256633390655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/01/holla-if-you-love-santa.html' title='Raise your hand, if you love Santa!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWugK-Qv4gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NH80z19aPTQ/s72-c/Christmas+08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7695317192202303225</id><published>2009-01-05T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:54:55.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best and worst of 2008</title><content type='html'>It's time for the highlights of 2008 post, and playing catch up for&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI1bSGwJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vuHNTxycqkc/s1600-h/Paris+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287847655319282690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI1bSGwJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vuHNTxycqkc/s200/Paris+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; neglecting my blog over the holidays, so here we go! Probably the coolest thing that happened was that I got to returned to Paris for the first time since my mission! The reason for the return was because my fabulous friend Claire was married in April. Paris in springtime is everything wonderful you've heard people talk about and more. Really, it's the perfect time to go.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI1pz3iQKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/J5C5MxIgYms/s1600-h/Paris+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287847904900432034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI1pz3iQKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/J5C5MxIgYms/s200/Paris+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an amazing yet sureal experience and I wish I'd gone back sooner. I kept feeling like I should stop people on the street and talk to them....once a missionary I guess. I went to Disneyland Paris, walked the bank of the Seine to Notre Dame Cathedral (the pink tree has the side of Notre Dame in the background), saw the Lion King and ate my fill of cheese and pasteries. Delicious! I can't wait to go back! I went camping with my family and great friend Kim at &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI23BchhhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dhQjVONF_IM/s1600-h/Bear+Lake+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849231395161618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI23BchhhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dhQjVONF_IM/s200/Bear+Lake+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bear Lake, which was a blast! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI3QjE_q0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NLEGd1Jj2U0/s1600-h/Bear+Lake+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849669920009026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI3QjE_q0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NLEGd1Jj2U0/s200/Bear+Lake+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you go up you have to eat at Bear Lake Pizza, it's awesome! Camped at up at the Spruces a couple times and went to Girls Camp with MY GIRLS at Palasades State Park outside of Manti. I love camping and am already planning this years adventures. FrySauce turned 5 and I turned 33...yes I remember his birthday(refer to title of blog)! I lost some weight and gained some....not a highlight. Ran my first 5K! Made some wonderful new friends and got reaquanted with some very dear old ones. Here are Me, Heather, Sara, Angie and Keelie, some of my girls from the old neighborhood. It was so fun to see them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849934971911810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI3f-eSvoI/AAAAAAAAAII/GQLb6Y7qc1M/s200/Christmas+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My family ended the year with Christmas down in Phoenix. We had a great time together and can't wait for next year. Joey and Teri are expecting a new little Leffler in August so Christmas of '09 will be that little one's first. Can't miss that! Over all 2008 was a fantastic year but there was a very sad event that happend this year. March was a very hard month because that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWLhJQuPIoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1rqS0-nmDjo/s1600-h/shoes+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288036461710353026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWLhJQuPIoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1rqS0-nmDjo/s200/shoes+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was the month we lost my sweet little Grandma. She was my last living grandparent, my mom's mom, and I still miss her. She was the funniest little old lady you would have ever met. She was 94, had an infectous laugh and could kick your butt playing boardgames without even trying. She gave my sister and me the worst perms known to man when we were little kids and she always had homemade &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWLhb7P1_8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/lQy7dBRa-WI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288036782363246530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWLhb7P1_8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/lQy7dBRa-WI/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cookies in the freezer she'd take out when you'd come to visit. She LOVED clothes and getting her hair done and wouldn't leave the house without lipstick on. She made friends with everyone she met and never liked to see anyone sad. Her chicken noodle soup and icebox cake were the best in the world and she was always proud to tell everyone around that you were her grandchild. She was one of the greatest blessings I've had in my life and I'll always be greatful that I was her grandaughter. We love and miss you Grandma but know we'll see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7695317192202303225?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7695317192202303225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7695317192202303225' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7695317192202303225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7695317192202303225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008.html' title='The best and worst of 2008'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWI1bSGwJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vuHNTxycqkc/s72-c/Paris+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7622641365727556195</id><published>2009-01-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:23:20.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing Cougar and Ute fans can agree on ...Barry Switzer is a JERK!</title><content type='html'>So, first things first...Congratulations and way to go Utah in kicking some &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWAXRsYwlPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QYGno73Wrio/s1600-h/The+Jerk.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alabama keaster! I had to swallow my pride so I could cheer you on but I'm so glad I did. (Thanks John for helping me w/my U issues.) You deserve all the credit in the world for bringing your A game to the Sugar Bowl and winning the biggest game ever for the MWC. You were nothing short of brilliant and you deserve all the credit in the world! Way to go! That said...did anyone who watched the game want to beat up Barry Switzer as much as I did? What a jerk! I didn't hear the initial comment he made about how teams like Alabama wouldn’t lower themselves by recruiting players where the MWC does, but I saw the halftime show where they made him eat his words! You big jerk! But what should I expect from the same coach who was to BIG OF A CHICKEN to have his Sooners play the Coogs for the National Championship in '84 and has been making derogatory comments about the Y or any team that's not Oklahoma for that matter, ever since? Pull your head out Barry and you'll see that there are some pretty good football teams outside of Oklahoma! Annette, please have Burly Man add him to his "hit list" if he hasn't yet. If I had my own list I'd put him at the top! What a Jerk!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287252101156265074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWAXxd9bXHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FWs_OiW8ap0/s200/The+Jerk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7622641365727556195?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7622641365727556195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7622641365727556195' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7622641365727556195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7622641365727556195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-thing-cougar-and-ute-fans-can-agree.html' title='One thing Cougar and Ute fans can agree on ...Barry Switzer is a JERK!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SWAXxd9bXHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FWs_OiW8ap0/s72-c/The+Jerk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3922848453793344049</id><published>2008-12-18T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:01:10.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>My partner in crime at work and I always get Christmas Cards made for our co-workers or just random people in our building.  It started out as a joke four years ago and well....it's still kind of a joke. We pick a different place in the building each year, make up the cards and send them out to unsuspecting victims. We only print out 10 of them so they could be considered a collectors item....yeah, they really aren't. It's just something fun to do. This is our picture from this year's card. Cheers!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUrSUBdBhpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KXvScMLYFkM/s1600-h/Christmas+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281264754474714770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUrSUBdBhpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KXvScMLYFkM/s320/Christmas+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/12394329-3922848453793344049?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3922848453793344049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3922848453793344049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3922848453793344049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3922848453793344049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-christmas-card.html' title='Work Christmas Card'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUrSUBdBhpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KXvScMLYFkM/s72-c/Christmas+08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-6807361685177863254</id><published>2008-12-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:53:46.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one says it better than Linus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This time of year tends to get a little crazy. There are millions of things that need to be done before the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and if your anything like me you have your list that your frantically trying to cross off before you run out of time. It's pretty easy to be distracted from the true meaning of Christmas, so I thought I'd post a little something to help us refocus on what this wonderful time of year is really all about. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143223203922242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUpjx-MIAUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/71fs7cNZlow/s320/Linus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                      &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pn10FF-FQfs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pn10FF-FQfs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Merry Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-6807361685177863254?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6807361685177863254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=6807361685177863254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6807361685177863254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6807361685177863254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-one-says-it-better-then-linusmerry.html' title='No one says it better than Linus...'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUpjx-MIAUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/71fs7cNZlow/s72-c/Linus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4803846321223953817</id><published>2008-12-16T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:11:33.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, it's just chocolate.....or is it?</title><content type='html'>Friday's are one of my favorite days, one, because I don't have to go to work and, two, because it's Dance Dance Revolution day at Annette's house after we go to the gym. It's our little reward for going to the gym all week and heck, we just really like to play DDR! So last Friday, after DDR, Annette and I were sitting talking, while her cute little kids were running around when all of the sudden Annette notices a blob of brown stuff on the computer desk. It looked pretty suspiciously like poop to me so I wasn't going anywhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418191859529810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUfQXl9MOFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_vJghklEJ-Y/s320/chocolate.gif" border="0" /&gt; Good ol' Net is a lot tougher then me, because she swipes it off the desk with her finger, smells it and says, "Oh good, it's only chocolate." Now not being a mother myself, I'm not quite used to having to tell the difference between chocolate and poop but one thing is for sure. You couldn't pay me $1000 to stick my finger in a brown blob of something that looks like poop and then smell it. I was torn between laughing my head off and dry heaving! Annette, you are the WOMAN!!! All I know is that if mother's actually received a salary for taking care of kids you deserve HAZMAT pay or at least a HUGE bonus for going above and beyond the call of duty....or should I say doodie! Hee Hee! Tell the "Burly Man" you need a raise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-4803846321223953817?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4803846321223953817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4803846321223953817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4803846321223953817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4803846321223953817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-knew-moms-were-hazmat-workers-too.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, it&apos;s just chocolate.....or is it?'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SUfQXl9MOFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_vJghklEJ-Y/s72-c/chocolate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-3743249317393018908</id><published>2008-12-08T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:22:38.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1aNimZcmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mWU9JYdbsz4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473527020745314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1aNimZcmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mWU9JYdbsz4/s320/Thanksgiving+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm almost recovered from the virus from HELL and I'm back to work! Good times! I thought I'd finally post some pictures from Thanksgiving. My whole family made it up and we had a great time! My sister brought over her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and we are totally addicted to it! We also made it down to check out the lights at Temple Square and they were beautiful! Of all crazy things, we actually ran into my uncle's family there that we don't get to see very much so we took a picture to document us seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. We had a wonderful time and I wish it could have lasted longer. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1Yleg58cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TMUWrAN74f0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277471739217572290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1Yleg58cI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TMUWrAN74f0/s320/Thanksgiving+08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 1 1/2 yr old niece playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; ski jump. She was awesome! And above my 3 1/2 yr old niece and I are catching up on our Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seuss&lt;/span&gt; reading. He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1ZJAqegwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sBaqvk4W3iY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472349679944450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1ZJAqegwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sBaqvk4W3iY/s320/Thanksgiving+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tradition of making "Olive Fingers" with the olive's every year so here's the tradition being passed down to the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1Z9H-a4vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FX-K0DCsE_s/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473244995838706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1Z9H-a4vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FX-K0DCsE_s/s320/Thanksgiving+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture with my Uncle and his family. It was really good to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1biHS-tnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PfBganzdHLY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277474979980424818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1biHS-tnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PfBganzdHLY/s320/Thanksgiving+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little legs get tired walking around so I got to give a fun piggy back ride. I love that little kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1a3uXcWxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/04Xnd6PJ2Jk/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277474251733752594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1a3uXcWxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/04Xnd6PJ2Jk/s320/Thanksgiving+08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family minus one big brother. He was the first to go home and missed the lights. Hopefully next year we'll get him in the picture. We missed having him there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-3743249317393018908?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3743249317393018908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=3743249317393018908' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3743249317393018908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/3743249317393018908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving fun!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/ST1aNimZcmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mWU9JYdbsz4/s72-c/Thanksgiving+08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1135663460180608583</id><published>2008-12-04T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:23:49.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, I'm sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The down side:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My body aches, my nose is raw from blowing it and my throat feels like it's on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The up side:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got to stay home from work for 3 days! Granted, that time was spent passed out in my bed, sneezing and coughing with snot running down my face, but I was at home, not work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Also wonderful friends like my friend Annette make you homemade chicken noodle soup, that tastes like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ambrosia&lt;/span&gt; and bring you over a huge steaming bowl. How wonderful is that! And to top it off, she even figures out how may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weight watchers&lt;/span&gt; points it is for me! She is going to heaven for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1135663460180608583?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1135663460180608583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1135663460180608583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1135663460180608583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1135663460180608583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh-im-sick.html' title='Ugh, I&apos;m sick!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1574816806624200031</id><published>2008-11-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:50:58.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm grateful for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family, cat, friends, car, bed, jobs, delicious turkey, pumpkin pie, day's off from work, taking naps, being able to see, good health and cute shoes.  I'm sure there are a million more things I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for but these are what came to mind while I was thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1574816806624200031?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1574816806624200031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1574816806624200031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1574816806624200031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1574816806624200031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-im-grateful-for.html' title='Things I&apos;m grateful for....'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1673704852788188235</id><published>2008-11-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:52:21.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And down fall the mighty Cougars!</title><content type='html'>Oh, it's a sad day for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football fan!  They murdered us!  Well I guess they hung in there until the end of the 3rd quarter but it was all downhill from there.  Like I said before, I didn't get to watch the game but I got updates from James the mighty Annette's husband, and the tone was not warm and fuzzy.  He pretty much told me to forget watching this game unless I was looking to have my heart broken, so I opted out of watching.  Oh well.  Good luck Utah.  Bring back some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BCS&lt;/span&gt; money we can all share.  :)   Even without watching the game, I think my heart still is a little broken.  :(  And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1673704852788188235?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1673704852788188235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1673704852788188235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1673704852788188235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1673704852788188235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-down-fall-mighty-cougars.html' title='And down fall the mighty Cougars!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1401220427499611619</id><published>2008-11-20T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:52:53.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailgate party anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYB4oG82JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0JUlXE3zEws/s1600-h/Game+on+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902486234618002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYB4oG82JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0JUlXE3zEws/s320/Game+on+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend and I started a tradition six years ago at work where we have a tailgate party every year for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Utah football game. It has since turned into the coolest party of the year, if I don't say so myself. :) Everyone decorates their cubes in the office with all the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYCBSEGOoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JULdlLiq5Z8/s1600-h/Game+on+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902634935892610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYCBSEGOoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JULdlLiq5Z8/s320/Game+on+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sports crap and signs they can find for their team and we have a blue and red potluck with blue and red food! People get pretty creative with coming up with blue food ideas because let's face it, there are only so many blue foods to bring, but we have a blast experimenting. Here are some pictures of the festivities and the grub I chowed all day long. I really need to hit the gym tonight for, oh just 10 hours straight to burn off what I inhaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the delicious blue food table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902883195936162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYCPu553aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qyOgKlXSEuw/s320/Game+on+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's the delicious red food table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270903490596230962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYCzFpa1zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iwFOYGzbC3g/s320/Game+on+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYD06kJufI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1PbVZ6eY5q0/s1600-h/Game+on+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270904621492713970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYD06kJufI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1PbVZ6eY5q0/s320/Game+on+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see that delicious chocolate cupcake there in the middle? The one with the beautiful sprinkles? Yeah, I ate it. It's now residing on my butt right next to the Bear Lake Pizza that's still there from this summer. Well, I didn't want the pizza to be lonely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left all my decorations up when I left this afternoon so come Monday, I'll either be really happy to see them or really grumpy. I'm hoping for Happy! Go Cougars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1401220427499611619?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1401220427499611619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1401220427499611619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1401220427499611619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1401220427499611619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/tailgate-party-anyone.html' title='Tailgate party anyone?'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSYB4oG82JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0JUlXE3zEws/s72-c/Game+on+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-7584273825683196506</id><published>2008-11-19T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:50:48.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm awake ....maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSRRuufLJQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mlRklNIoWhM/s1600-h/Elliot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270427327124940034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSRRuufLJQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mlRklNIoWhM/s320/Elliot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a diet coke day if ever there was one. I was late to the gym this morning, late taking a shower because I came home and collapsed on my bed. I was late leaving home and late getting to work. All of this lateness is my own fault because I just &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to stay up late and watch Law and Order: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt;. Was the world going to end if I didn't watch it? No, it's all because I saw the teaser they showed while I was watching Fringe or Biggest Loser or something and it showed Elliot getting shot! I love me some Elliot so of course after watching that I was afraid that maybe he was going to die or something and stayed up WAY past my bedtime of 9:00. Thus the cycle of lateness began. Have I learned my lesson? No, because getting my Elliot fix was worth it. You rock Stabler! You can arrest me anytime.   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-7584273825683196506?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7584273825683196506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=7584273825683196506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7584273825683196506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/7584273825683196506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-awake-maybe.html' title='I&apos;m awake ....maybe.'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSRRuufLJQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mlRklNIoWhM/s72-c/Elliot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-6959805821212542733</id><published>2008-11-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:47:42.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of the year....and I'm gonna miss it!</title><content type='html'>As you know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Utah football game is happening on Saturday. Kick off is at 4 pm and I'm going to be working! I decided to get a second job and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regretting&lt;/span&gt; it. Of all the games to miss, why this one! Ugh! I hope this isn't a sign of how this second job is going to go. I just might as Net if she'll record it for me and I'll come over after I get off work at midnight and watch it. How does that sound Net? I'll keep the sound really low and not scream too loud. :) No one tell me what happens! I want to be surprised. I guess I'll have to settle for watching my favorite clip from two years ago until then. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harline&lt;/span&gt; and John Beck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;connecting&lt;/span&gt; for the winning touchdown in the very last play of the 2006 game, will forever be one of my favorite moment in sports history. Go Cougars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-6959805821212542733?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6959805821212542733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=6959805821212542733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6959805821212542733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6959805821212542733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-of-yearand-im-gonna-miss-it.html' title='The Game of the year....and I&apos;m gonna miss it!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-5764801000777428573</id><published>2008-11-17T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:19:38.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondocks = Good times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSGfbwPibRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Df8x5fckV6Q/s1600-h/Boondocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269668338155547922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSGfbwPibRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Df8x5fckV6Q/s320/Boondocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this weekend I went on a date to Boondocks in Draper and it was a blast! They have so many activities, we didn't even get through half of them. Well, it didn't help that it was freezing outside which drastically decreased our desire to play on the bumper boats, ride on go karts, or fit in more then one round of mini golf, but they are seriously on the list for when it warms up a little.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSGflBcCPeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OOF6Aw55b5g/s1600-h/Boondocks+karts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269668497390190050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSGflBcCPeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OOF6Aw55b5g/s320/Boondocks+karts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside they still have tons of stuff to do. They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt; tag which was great fun, our team won, and tons of video games to play. They also have an air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hockey&lt;/span&gt; table, that if your not careful, you just might get creamed on. Yeah, I got creamed. Actually, creamed is a nice way of putting it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Massacred&lt;/span&gt; would more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appropriately&lt;/span&gt; describe the outcome. We pretty much stopped counting when the score reached 20-2, in his favor, and I'm sure it ended around 40-2. You like how my score didn't increase at all? Yeah, he killed me, but it was really fun. Hopefully I'll get a rematch and be able to at least break my high score of 2! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sheeze&lt;/span&gt;! If you get a chance to go do it, you'll have a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: I got my rematch Saturday night and we kinda tied. We played 4 games and each won 2 so if he isn't too scared to finish it out maybe we can see who the winner really is. What do you think K? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-5764801000777428573?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5764801000777428573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=5764801000777428573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5764801000777428573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/5764801000777428573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-times.html' title='Boondocks = Good times!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SSGfbwPibRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Df8x5fckV6Q/s72-c/Boondocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4206906844188519896</id><published>2008-11-13T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:57:04.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxSTTXo2HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ho8KKkfiLlQ/s1600-h/Bear+Lake+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268176155687049330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxSTTXo2HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ho8KKkfiLlQ/s320/Bear+Lake+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I talked to some friends this morning, at the gym of all places, about pizza and I can't stop thinking about it now! There is one of the best pizza places in the world called Bear Lake Pizza and I'm totally craving it. They have one of the biggest pizza's I've ever seen called the Old Ephraim and it's good enough to make you drool at the mention of it's name! I thought I had a picture of the actual pizza of it but it turns out that I only have a picture of the pizza pan it's made in, which is still impressive. The Papa pizza that's next to it is like a family sized pizza from Papa Murphy's, just to give you something to scale it to. I think it's the crust that I like best about pizza, oh and the cheese part isn't too shabby either, but I'm all about the crust. This may weird you out but I'm not a pepperoni or sausage fan for my pizza! In fact, I'd be happy as a clam if I had a plain olive and cheese pizza with nothing else. Super boring, I know, but it's delicious! Sorry pepperoni! Now, before you start thinking that I'm anti-meat, let me clarify! I don't mind the BBQ Chicken pizza or the all so popular Hawaiian pizza either, they are quite pleasing to the palate and would be quickly devoured if placed in front of me. It's just pepperoni and sausage that I discriminate against. That's just the way it is. I wonder if I close my eyes tight enough and picture the pizza in front of me if my breakfast of Quaker Crunchy Corn Bran with skim milk will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; like pizza? Here's wishing for a miracle!&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/12394329-4206906844188519896?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4206906844188519896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4206906844188519896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4206906844188519896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4206906844188519896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/pizza-pizza-pizza.html' title='Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxSTTXo2HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ho8KKkfiLlQ/s72-c/Bear+Lake+08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-4067886741328959352</id><published>2008-11-12T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:36:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FrySauce himself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxXmnf0L_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzUVT1-qLJw/s1600-h/Fry+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268181985065709554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxXmnf0L_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzUVT1-qLJw/s320/Fry+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had people ask me what my cat looks like so here you go! I don't wan't people to think that I'm a crazy "Cat Women" so I've tried to avoid posting his picture. But he really is a totally cool cat so why not put his picture up? He plays fetch like a dog! Who wouldn't like a cat like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-4067886741328959352?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4067886741328959352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=4067886741328959352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4067886741328959352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/4067886741328959352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/frysauce-himself.html' title='The FrySauce himself!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SRxXmnf0L_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NzUVT1-qLJw/s72-c/Fry+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-8028210211096643706</id><published>2008-11-10T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:46:36.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were a hotdog....</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE Will Ferrell and one of my favorite characters he ever played on SNL was Harry Carry! My wonderful friend Annette found this clip and posted it for me so thanks Net! You'll have to click on it to see the big guy in action. I love how he keeps calling Colin by Norm's name. It's a clasic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-8028210211096643706?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8028210211096643706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=8028210211096643706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8028210211096643706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/8028210211096643706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-were-hotdog.html' title='If you were a hotdog....'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-1943494015417683491</id><published>2008-11-10T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:42:49.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I should appologize....</title><content type='html'>So the Utes won against TCU and I really should appologize for not supporting them. A friend recently told me that it's not going against BYU to cheer for the U and it really would be good for the Confrence if a team from Utah went to a BCS bowl. So here's my appology to any Ute fan that may read my blogg....I'm sorry that I wanted you to lose to TCU. I should be supportive to any Utah team that can get the job done and stick it to the BCS people. So good luck to you in your next game and may the best team with on the 22nd. There. I did it. I feel better. Thanks John for talking some sense into me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-1943494015417683491?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1943494015417683491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=1943494015417683491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1943494015417683491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/1943494015417683491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-should-appologize.html' title='So I should appologize....'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-2489387872495940152</id><published>2008-11-05T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:49:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the Cougars are out of BCS Bowl contention and my little heart is broken. But to make matters even worse I had a U of U fan come up to me and tell me that I had to cheer for the Utes now. You've got to be kidding. I was told that it was for the good of the confrence and I should put my feelings aside and cheer them on. Yeah, that's never gonna happen, I replied. No member of my family has ever cheered for the Utes and it for sure isn't going to happen now! Sheeze! The nerve of these people! Go TCU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-2489387872495940152?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2489387872495940152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=2489387872495940152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2489387872495940152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/2489387872495940152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-cougars-are-out-of-bcs-contention.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-6440569512470286555</id><published>2008-10-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:25:40.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so it's only been 3 years since I've done anything with my blog, but I'm back and I'm totally dedicated to getting this baby up and running again.  It will just have to be a little at a time but I'll get there so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-6440569512470286555?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6440569512470286555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=6440569512470286555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6440569512470286555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/6440569512470286555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow!  It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-111783401970001827</id><published>2005-06-03T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:38:10.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I recently went home to visit my new little niece and I had the greatest time! Dinner time is the social event of the day. We all gather around and eat an amazing meal that my brother, chef Jase, cooks up. We eat and talk until we feel like we're going to explode! It's great! This last visit my brother made his "eat until you puke" ribs. He slow cooks them in the oven till their tender and then finishes them off on the grill, coating them in his home made bbq sauce. They rock! That's all I can say. Even my newest little niece wanted some. She's showing that she has wonderful tast in food at an early stage in life. It was a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-111783401970001827?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/111783401970001827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=111783401970001827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/111783401970001827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/111783401970001827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2005/06/bbq-rocks.html' title='BBQ rocks!'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394329.post-111432336824410828</id><published>2005-04-23T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:16:08.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance fighting.....a very underrated sport</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I went to see the ballet version of Carmen tonight with some fantastic friends.   I think we all agreed that the part in the ballet where they were "dance fighting" was the highlight.  It was supposed to be a very serious part of the ballet but I couldn't stop the immage of Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson "breakdance fighting" in the movie Zoolander from popping into my head.   Needless to say the dramatic imagry of the dance fighting was lost on me.  But on a whole the ballet was very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394329-111432336824410828?l=frysauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/111432336824410828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394329&amp;postID=111432336824410828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/111432336824410828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394329/posts/default/111432336824410828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frysauce.blogspot.com/2005/04/dance-fightinga-very-underrated-sport.html' title='Dance fighting.....a very underrated sport'/><author><name>Alexandria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10029007536594657084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzIyC-iwO10/SROUQeNtAwI/AAAAAAAAADA/IXZLUQ_2Mjo/S220/Halloween+08+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
