<?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-18511024</id><updated>2012-02-09T07:40:18.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Wendy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-1295860479854357750</id><published>2012-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:40:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling around in my head</title><content type='html'>Hi Bekah :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes I kinda feel like you, Rebekah Marsh might be the only one who may actually read this -- if you actually do.  For that reason I guess I'm okay with that.  I'm also okay with you skipping reading this as this is really just a jumbling up of thoughts rolling in my head that I need to process this morning and can't seem to adequately.  For that reason, I logged onto my blog and started writing to find some clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment this is a view of my life.  I'm living out of my car more or less.  I'm feeling completely unmotivated for half the day and frustrated.  I'm fighting with myself constantly to remind myself I want to be a happy, self motivated ambitious, strong, intelligent person.  I want to be better about getting up in the morning, getting going and being productive.  Ugh.  I want to love everyone and for everyone to love me.  Yes I realize that's not logical but that was mostly how life was up until now.  And the struggles with people were little struggles not big and buggie.  &lt;br /&gt;I just want a few friends to include me in their things.  I hear and see pictures all the time of people hanging out.  I want to hang out.  I call and ask people what they are up to and they say they are busy or they tell me about the dinner party they had last weekend.  Lovely. :S  I would plan things but I can't seem to gather a few friends to plan things with that I feel stable enough with.  I would plan things but I'm kinda living out of my car so kind have to invite myself or not go so since I don't get invited by them, I can't get involved so I go to Safeway after work to check in on facebook because I dislike being at home that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying a little with a friend downtown right now but I feel like a burden. I don't like feeling like a burden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a better job but I feel like if I stay here I will become hard, less sensitive, and lose some of that tenderness that is me.  Sometimes I think I need to lose some of that.  I am attracted to that kind of thing but it's just not me.  But it is exciting.  I want to be a school teacher.  That's my greatest life ambition.  I am excited I have a plan for that now!  But that plan involves Utah and I'm not ready to go back yet am I?  What do I do in the mean time?  I have options I'm just not sure which option to take.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-1295860479854357750?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295860479854357750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=1295860479854357750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1295860479854357750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1295860479854357750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/02/rolling-around-in-my-head.html' title='Rolling around in my head'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4450867363013018994</id><published>2012-01-26T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:44:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge a Man By the Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3mwBFrkBi8M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another song I wanted to remember. And frankly I like the video. I want to be that kind of woman for a man someday. And yes I totally support Mitt and Ann. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-4450867363013018994?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4450867363013018994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4450867363013018994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4450867363013018994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4450867363013018994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/judge-man-by-woman.html' title='Judge a Man By the Woman'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3mwBFrkBi8M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4169622272193366277</id><published>2012-01-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:34:34.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to say first yes, I did enjoy the movie Letters to Juliet.  Secondly though, I am not that obsessed with it that I posted 3 movies about it.  Those posted songs were about the lyrics in the songs.  The question that can haunt you with "what if."  The "you've got me" and I just really liked the "find me" song.  They all just coincidentally lead me one to another from first watching the beginning of that movie and well it's a good soundtrack.  The end. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-4169622272193366277?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4169622272193366277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4169622272193366277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4169622272193366277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4169622272193366277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-got-to-say-first-yes-i-did-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-8855869617476408617</id><published>2012-01-18T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:31:39.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Juliet - You got me - Colbie Caillat -16:9 widescreen HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/swigZ7WoEF0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Kinda loving this song.  Kinda thinking someday I will wish I could remember it so I posted it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-8855869617476408617?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8855869617476408617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=8855869617476408617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8855869617476408617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8855869617476408617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/letters-to-juliet-you-got-me-colbie.html' title='Letters to Juliet - You got me - Colbie Caillat -16:9 widescreen HD'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/swigZ7WoEF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-1775105987687915492</id><published>2012-01-18T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:29:36.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie/Charlie~Find Me {Letters To Juliet}</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tDnBMwr2aRQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-1775105987687915492?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1775105987687915492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=1775105987687915492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1775105987687915492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1775105987687915492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sophiecharliefind-me-letters-to-juliet.html' title='Sophie/Charlie~Find Me {Letters To Juliet}'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tDnBMwr2aRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5047896100235899954</id><published>2012-01-18T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:29:00.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jmmTPYf1JVU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-5047896100235899954?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5047896100235899954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5047896100235899954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5047896100235899954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5047896100235899954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-if-colbie-caillat.html' title='What If - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jmmTPYf1JVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-985562265748724535</id><published>2012-01-17T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:13:02.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirsti Luba Collins</title><content type='html'>My dear friends birthday is today. I hope she knows what a gem she is in my life.  She is one of those people that once she becomes a part of your world you are better.  When she is around she brings with her a desire to make one a better person, a courage to stand up for yourself, the resolve not to wallow in self doubt or pity.  She is the kind of friend that says its safe to be open and honest with me and I will still accept your friendship.  She is the person that when she calls at midnight and says meet me at this place now that I quickly put shoes on and jump in my car.  I go not because I fear her rebuke but because I enjoy her company that much!  She doesn't like her birthday and hopes that the day passes by without pomp and circumstance yet I had to at least write her a little note to tell her how thankful I am for her.  I am so thankful she was born.  I am thankful for her and the unique gentle person she is.  Without her the world would be different and for that I am so glad she is here and here now as my friend.  Happy birthday dear friend!  I'll write you a little note in a very unpublic blog and hope that today and other days you remember how amazing you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-985562265748724535?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/985562265748724535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=985562265748724535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/985562265748724535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/985562265748724535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/kirsti-luba-collins.html' title='Kirsti Luba Collins'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-6950578246365641197</id><published>2012-01-17T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:06:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Searching</title><content type='html'>Cars are like people it is true.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I've had such a hard time finding my new one.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is the cost of repairs outweighed the total value of the car.&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was time to find a new car.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't yet found a car at the right price and mileage I've felt good about so my search continues.  &lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of my continued search for a spouse.&lt;br /&gt;My anticipation is that I will fall in love with him and the value of said husband will remain higher than the cost of "repairs." :)  Teehee.  It was a funny thought at the time as my coworker and I talked about it. &lt;br /&gt;I hope my car search ends sooner than the spouse search but then again the expected commitment and life expectancy of the car verses the spouse are very different matters after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-6950578246365641197?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6950578246365641197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=6950578246365641197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6950578246365641197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6950578246365641197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/car-searching.html' title='Car Searching'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-1976765209010277300</id><published>2012-01-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:37:56.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year in VA</title><content type='html'>One year ago I arrived in VA.  One year ago I set out on a journey to change myself, to change my life and to become better with every step.  I knew at the time that staying where I was would not be where I would be able to succeed and unfortunately at the time I realized it would take the entire country to help me make the changes. &lt;br /&gt;Have I succeeded?  &lt;br /&gt;This has been quite a year for me.  It has been full of laughter, tears, friends, memories, heartbreak, joys.  It was most definitely not how I imagined it would be but then again how did I really imagine it would be?  There was no comprehension into what lay ahead of me when I put my foot to the accelerator and started out across the wide expanse of pavement to get to my new address. &lt;br /&gt;There have been people in my life that have come so clearly a part of it that I can no longer imagine life without knowing them.  It is amazingly true that you learn from each and every person who you encounter in life.  If you let them they will touch your life and hopefully that touch will be for your own good.  As we know though, we have the agency to control how we receive that touch regardless of how they throw it out there.  I'm still working on that part of interpretations in life. :)  &lt;br /&gt;A year in Virginia. &lt;br /&gt;Now the question remains -- will I stay and if so for how long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-1976765209010277300?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1976765209010277300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=1976765209010277300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1976765209010277300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1976765209010277300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-year-in-va.html' title='1 year in VA'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4662430403064804619</id><published>2011-09-24T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:12:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget -Me-Not</title><content type='html'>Today and tonight before the General Relief Society session, I was thinking again about how I tend to be a slightly "forgotten" person.  Somehow I seem to be overlooked more than it seems others.  My sister says it's just me but in a conversation with Kirsti a few weeks ago I was able to quite adequately prove that I am often overlooked.  She couldn't disagree why I would feel that and have that concern.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the talk tonight by Elder Uchtdorf was fantastic of course about the things we should remember  in life.&lt;br /&gt;But as I thought about those flowers, I was thinking this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget - me - Not when I go away.  &lt;br /&gt;will you remember me another day.&lt;br /&gt;I may not always be here but I hope I left a mark.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to show you love in many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;My intentions were good though they may have been misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Forget me not as I pass by your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my path moves another direction will you ever stop to wonder where I went?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be forgotten as the sands of time in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Have I done any good in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to Heaven tomorrow forget me not.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I cared and I tried to make the world a better place. &lt;br /&gt;I constantly hoped for happiness, beauty and joy.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped for new friends, for sunrises and sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that you will forget me not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-4662430403064804619?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4662430403064804619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4662430403064804619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4662430403064804619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4662430403064804619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/09/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget -Me-Not'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5715272063524587966</id><published>2011-04-05T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:24:18.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to challenge myself in my sugar/treat eating habits.  I was doing really good and have fallen behind lately.  My current goal which is being publicly written is to have either no or limited to 1 small size candy/treat per day from now April 6th to April 20th.  I am giving myself a two week goal and see if I can self motivate with accountability to the blog.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-5715272063524587966?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5715272063524587966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5715272063524587966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5715272063524587966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5715272063524587966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-to-challenge-myself-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-8619611322674172469</id><published>2011-04-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:38:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Can</title><content type='html'>*I have been kind of stressing about money lately and yet I went to get my first pedicure yesterday.  I was slightly disappointed as well because all she did was paint my toe nails and cut my toe nails which I had happened to do the day before.  I was hoping for more massaging kind of treatment.  Monica Moore Fish is really the friend who can get me to do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I ran my first ever 5K race.  I ran with Kara Osmonson under the name of her friend Shannon Morrison.  Shannon couldn't make it and I know I can run 3 miles so I did. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cherry blossoms in downtown DC.  What a beautiful time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a few more of these but I can't think of much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Staunton book fair was 2 weeks ago which was fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watched General Conference from home in Virginia. Well technically I watched at a friends house but still not at the stake center which is what used to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-8619611322674172469?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8619611322674172469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=8619611322674172469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8619611322674172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8619611322674172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-i-can.html' title='Because I Can'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-1544951755447449554</id><published>2011-02-22T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:10:26.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to find a new job and trying to change careers is difficult to say the least.  It is really rather draining on the soul.  Roommates being extra picky and trying to set rules for my life because I don't live according to how they want me to is exhausting.  Nannying a 1 year old with few toys and who is teething can be boring in the winter.  At least I have a happy new dress from last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing that can be currently added to a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Because I Can"&lt;/span&gt; moment:&lt;br /&gt;Presidents day at Mount Vernon.  There were birthday celebrations for dear General Washington and other such festivities.  Good times with good friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-1544951755447449554?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1544951755447449554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=1544951755447449554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1544951755447449554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1544951755447449554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/trying-to-find-new-job-and-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4310252034576886965</id><published>2011-02-21T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:05:58.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More "Because I can" moments to come but the moment thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the door there's peace I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and I know there'll be no more tears in heaven&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;if i saw you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;and carry on&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommates are difficult sometimes and apparently I am the beast of the Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-4310252034576886965?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310252034576886965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4310252034576886965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4310252034576886965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4310252034576886965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-because-i-can-moments-to-come-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-7521661961078009662</id><published>2011-01-26T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:12:45.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Can</title><content type='html'>Here's the thought.  I was kinda in a canyon sized rut in my life in Utah. I wasn't sure what to do or how to change that.  It finally hit me.  Move.  Change my world.  See what else life has to offer.  Why?  Because I can.  I have hit that point in life that of course I would love to be married and have my own children but since fortune hasn't given me that blessing I am opting to do what I can with what I am. &lt;br /&gt;So starts the "because I can" chapter in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because I can:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I moved across the country with very little "stuff."  In fact, if you were to go to my room in my parents home right now (I've just moved 3 weeks ago) you would probably not realize I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;*I went to Annapolis for Martin Luther King Jr Day.  I met a new friend and went for a day to walk around and randomly explore whatever.  Why not right?  It was January so it was cold but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;*In front of the US Naval Academy, instead of just taking a picture of me, I asked two fine Naval boys to join me in my picture.  Much improvement!&lt;br /&gt;*I drove on Monday to the Pentagon Mall to walk around.  &lt;br /&gt;*On a freezing January day I walked around the Lyndon B. Johnson Memorial Grove.&lt;br /&gt;*I had to find a restroom so I drove around the area (Pentagon) no luck.  I saw on the GPS that the Arlington Cemetery Visitors Center was not far so I figured free parking and bathroom.  Well wrong on the free parking so I stayed for an hour to read and ponder so I could get my use out of my parking money.&lt;br /&gt;*On my 28th birthday I drove around randomly downtown.  I was very much an "out of towner" too.  Driving in large cities at lunch time is a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that starts my because I can chapter. Stay tuned for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-7521661961078009662?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7521661961078009662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=7521661961078009662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7521661961078009662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7521661961078009662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-i-can.html' title='Because I Can'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-613761662869505124</id><published>2010-09-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:46:39.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ready To Love Again" by Lady Antebellum with lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VjGKtMt-C8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VjGKtMt-C8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-613761662869505124?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/613761662869505124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=613761662869505124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/613761662869505124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/613761662869505124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-to-love-again-by-lady-antebellum.html' title='&quot;Ready To Love Again&quot; by Lady Antebellum with lyrics'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-3865000327348410723</id><published>2010-09-11T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:42:53.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Antebellum - Love Don't Live Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuKegmEyv-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yuKegmEyv-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-3865000327348410723?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3865000327348410723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=3865000327348410723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3865000327348410723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3865000327348410723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/lady-antebellum-love-dont-live-here.html' title='Lady Antebellum - Love Don&apos;t Live Here'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2528145991546781370</id><published>2010-09-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:25:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New song that hit home the other day.&lt;br /&gt;And note on this.  My heart is healing just fine but still thought I would share the lines that really stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stay with Me by Michael McLean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every story has an ending&lt;br /&gt;Even when it can't be told&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every broken heart starts mending&lt;br /&gt;when it finds shelter from the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard a window always opens when the doors have all been closed&lt;br /&gt;and though i know it's true, i need my light to see me through&lt;br /&gt;and Lord I need you to stay with me &lt;br /&gt;just until my heart recovers&lt;br /&gt;stay with me it's a lonely thing to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tell me how the heartache i feel now will go away&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we just might find the answers that will carry me like an awkward dancer on a crowded floor &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i learn to dance once more someday if you just stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one ever can be certain what another day will bring&lt;br /&gt;so dim the lights and raise the curtain &lt;br /&gt;the cast is waiting in the wings&lt;br /&gt;love goes on and on forever &lt;br /&gt;though deep down inside i know&lt;br /&gt;i'll have you back (love and a relationship) again&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be lonely until then&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord I need you to stay with me &lt;br /&gt;just until my heart recovers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-2528145991546781370?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2528145991546781370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2528145991546781370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2528145991546781370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2528145991546781370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-song-that-hit-home-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2799986916767676603</id><published>2010-08-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:53:58.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not sure if anybody is actually still reading this so I will say here what I won't say in the more public forum of Facebook.  But at the moment I have to say, my heart got hurt recently.  That's okay because if it didn't get hurt that would mean that I didn't really care or try hard enough.  I tried.  I put my best efforts into the relationship I was having and I honestly believe he put his best efforts in too.  I also believe that the current state of the relationship isn't working and since we aren't currently committed I can save my heart more aching. :) It's just too hard to go back in time and reverse the course. &lt;br /&gt;So lyrics often make me feel better and when I find a song that is particularly applicable well I must share. Actually there have been a few lately but this one is the most fitting cause it's the one that makes me feel stronger which I want to feel again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you sure look good there standin' in the doorway in the sunset light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe I read you wrong thinkin' you could be my Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;I was puttin' my heart and soul on the line&lt;br /&gt;Said you needed some time, just a little more time to make up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been long enough&lt;br /&gt;Time is up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye love, I'll catch you later&lt;br /&gt;Got a lead foot down on my accelerator and the rearview mirror torn off&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never lookin' back. And that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've tried all I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;I've begged and pleaded in true lover's fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got pride, I'm takin' it for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye my baby, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find what's left of us in a cloud of dust on highway 4  (I-15 to Vegas!)&lt;br /&gt;Baby what did you expect me to do&lt;br /&gt;Just sit around and wait on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd lost the game I guess&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to win the part&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm leavin' here with what's left of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-2799986916767676603?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2799986916767676603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2799986916767676603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2799986916767676603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2799986916767676603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-not-sure-if-anybody-is-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4063319568639766767</id><published>2010-08-04T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:06:08.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillar or Butterfly?</title><content type='html'>“How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Do I have what it takes yet again to be a butterfly? &lt;br /&gt;I find myself hoping to be a butterfly &lt;br /&gt;But with the tossing of life's winds I fear the caterpillar inside.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have devolved yet again to my caterpillar state&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to wrap my cocoon,&lt;br /&gt;To see yet again how far I can stretch my wings,&lt;br /&gt;And become again as the butterfly in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather have the wings of a butterfly than the heart of a lion. Why?&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly is thrown around by the smallest breeze, yet it keeps going.&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly may have many fears; being swept away by the wind may be one, yet it still flys, taking to sky like a fearless bird."&lt;br /&gt;"Whereas the lion will go about it's business proudly, ignoring all but iself and it's prey. While the lion's heart is full of courage, true courage is only shown in a moment of fear and the lion has next to nothing to fear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-4063319568639766767?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4063319568639766767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4063319568639766767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4063319568639766767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4063319568639766767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/caterpillar-or-butterfly.html' title='Caterpillar or Butterfly?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-7693446261073393659</id><published>2010-07-21T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:19:45.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart thoughts:</title><content type='html'>My Heart:&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to give it out,&lt;br /&gt;To hand it over freely.&lt;br /&gt;My protections are so high&lt;br /&gt;It seems easier to keep it safe.&lt;br /&gt;To truly love you must let go&lt;br /&gt;And hope the feeling returns.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if my heart can take,&lt;br /&gt;Opening up much more.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I want more than anything&lt;br /&gt;Evades me once again.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I won't let others in?&lt;br /&gt;I keep it safe and things seem good,&lt;br /&gt;Then when I start growing more attached,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of heartache feels hauntingly near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-7693446261073393659?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7693446261073393659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=7693446261073393659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7693446261073393659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7693446261073393659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-heart-thoughts.html' title='My heart thoughts:'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2446458899698456311</id><published>2010-07-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:38:39.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am a bit too good at protecting my heart.  The good thing is that I am strong and able because of this. The bad thing is that when I open up I tend to get more defensive and scared and therefore push away those that I am trying to open my heart to. Isn't it fun having quirks? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of having my heartache.&lt;br /&gt;The pain it causes and the feelings that flow.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so attached to my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I be able to open up?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be someone patient enough for my quirk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been broken,&lt;br /&gt;I have survived so why does that feeling scare me so?&lt;br /&gt;I made it through heartache before&lt;br /&gt;So I know I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Yet my defenses seem to be getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an old friend who would laugh&lt;br /&gt;As he thought my defenses were high way back when.&lt;br /&gt;Am I growing and getting better with time or&lt;br /&gt;Do my fears direct me where the faith should be leading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do except learn and keep trying,&lt;br /&gt;To get better and stronger with each experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-2446458899698456311?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2446458899698456311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2446458899698456311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2446458899698456311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2446458899698456311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-am-bit-too-good-at-protecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-3459372117628137134</id><published>2010-07-06T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:55:23.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twenty four oceans&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four skies&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four failures&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four tries&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four finds me&lt;br /&gt;In twenty-fourth place&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four drop outs&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Life is not what I thought it was&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;With all my excuses still twenty four strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see miracles, see the world change&lt;br /&gt;Wrestled the angel, for more than a name&lt;br /&gt;For more than a feeling&lt;br /&gt;For more than a cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You&lt;br /&gt;And You're raising the dead in me&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four voices&lt;br /&gt;With twenty four hearts&lt;br /&gt;With all of my symphonies&lt;br /&gt;In twenty four parts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-3459372117628137134?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3459372117628137134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=3459372117628137134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3459372117628137134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3459372117628137134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/twenty-four-oceans-twenty-four-skies.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-6471570418385268656</id><published>2010-05-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:16:46.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recent Learning Experience</title><content type='html'>Remember my post (I think it was the last one here) that said next time don't take a trip to visit friends instead take at least 1 friend with you.  I was wrong and now stand corrected.  Don't travel with friends or at least old roommates.  It has now been about 6 weeks since my return from the cruise trip.  I e-mailed the total of shared expenses to my travel mate who sent a reply saying her records don't match mine.  I don't know what records she has cause I have every receipt and the bank statements.  She hasn't yet responded to my latest inquires regarding our miscommunication on amounts so I am currently out $392 dollars. Sucks to be me right?  Ha ha lesson learned - never be kind and pay it forward hoping a friend will return it.  Blah why do I bother?  Next trip just me! Ha ha maybe? Yeah I doubt it too.... til next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-6471570418385268656?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6471570418385268656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=6471570418385268656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6471570418385268656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6471570418385268656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-recent-learning-experience.html' title='Most Recent Learning Experience'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-123668696238921609</id><published>2009-09-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:56:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year ago Chicago</title><content type='html'>Almost a year ago, I went to Milwaukee and Chicago to visit Sheila and Monica.  It was a fun trip but turned out not exactly how I would have planned it.  Due to circumstances beyond any or all of our control, I was left to my own devices on the Saturday of my trip.  I started the day downtown Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;While being alone in a big city at times can really frighten me, it can also be a day of adventures even if I am completely alone.  I went to the Barnes and Nobles or Borders, don't know don't care which... and found the travel section.  I picked up my pen and paper from my purse - I always have writing accessories on hand that's just me.  I decided a few places I would like to go even if I didn't fully attend by paying fees as that can get really expensive and simply not as much fun to ooh and aah alone.  My main focus, the Hancock Towers which was across town from my present location.&lt;br /&gt;Off I went to walk there knowing I had technically all day to get there.  I spent the day enjoying the buildings, taking time to observe, and window shopping here and there at boutiques.   I stopped to eat at a Bistro that I heard some ladies say was voted best Bistro in Chicago.  I ended up making it to Chicago by almost dark which was surprising by how few blocks it technically was between my destinations.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I express this in my blog is that I was just thinking about the lesson I learned that day.  I was so sad in the beginning of the day when the world seemed to fall apart and I was left, after traveling across the country to see my best friends, alone.  I was so alone but I have been other times in my life.  Some times it seems being alone is easier to handle and other times being alone seems really hard.  I cried in the beginning of my walk then learned to enjoy it and make the best of it but in the end when I felt backed up again, I cried once again almost alienating my only ally in the city.&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn?  I wrote this that day.  "I have learned a valuable lesson on this trip.  I am completely capable and fine on my own. :)  I do however enjoy people around more than being just me."&lt;br /&gt;I would rather share my experiences with people but if forced to I am able to handle myself just fine all by myself.  I don't need my friends to carry me or buoy me up.  I need the Gospel and my Savior by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-123668696238921609?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/123668696238921609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=123668696238921609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/123668696238921609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/123668696238921609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-year-ago-chicago.html' title='Almost a year ago Chicago'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5418256627225100031</id><published>2009-07-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:14:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH of JULY</title><content type='html'>I have to add this also, HAPPY 4th of July! &lt;br /&gt;God Bless America, Land that I Love!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to be living in a country that is free based on our merits!  We have fought to defend this land because it is worth defending and it is a beautiful strong place.  I am thankful to be living here today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-5418256627225100031?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5418256627225100031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5418256627225100031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5418256627225100031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5418256627225100031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='HAPPY 4TH of JULY'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-8824426846634074335</id><published>2009-07-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:10:51.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up</title><content type='html'>So I sounded a bit grrr about not being married the other day when I wrote and decided to follow up.  The bitter moment only lasted a moment so that's good (except that it comes and goes a lot but often quickly leaves -what can you do).  &lt;br /&gt;New thought today from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five Love Languages of Singles&lt;/span&gt;: Love (and he is talking about the language of love used in every human interaction) is [where] requests are more likely to be honored.  Responding to a sincere request is also an expression of love.  It is doing something for the benefit of the person making the request.  Reciprocal love is the fabric of which lasting friendships are made.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are cultivated and strengthened when we choose to speak each other's primary love language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-8824426846634074335?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8824426846634074335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=8824426846634074335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8824426846634074335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8824426846634074335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-up.html' title='Follow Up'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-6428100977399319266</id><published>2009-07-02T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:34:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>"The supreme purpose of marriage is the union of a man and woman at the deepest possible level and in all areas of life, which in turn brings the greatest possible sense of fulfillment to the couple and at the same time serves best the purpose of God for their lives." -- Gary Chapman from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five Love Languages for Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this - I'm single.  Apparently I'm having a moment - sarcastic or sobbish or blah or why... who really knows right now but I'm in the mood to share my thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a thought for ya, I read the books: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting Serious About Getting Married&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Five Love Languages for Singles...&lt;/span&gt;, I go to the firesides and read the talks.  Generally, I do pretty well about getting out there and meeting new people so that I'm not hiding in my hole hoping the right guy will just some how miraculously find me, I'm trying to help him.  I'm happy, confident, educated,.... and not bad looking dang it. &lt;br /&gt;SO what am I don't wrong and why can't I find my companion?  Where is someone that I will love and that will love me in return that will build a relationship with me and then continue to work on it with me to sustain it throughout our lives as we have a family, own a home, have jobs, ..... Why can't any relationship I enter into ever just feel right for both of us - me and him a the same time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everybody has an opinion because everybody has a reason for me:&lt;br /&gt;"oh you will find someone don't worry,"&lt;br /&gt;"You are too hard on these guys, cut them some slack"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't create things, cut him off, you are too willing to put up with things"&lt;br /&gt;(yes you see a problem with the people I talk to already...)&lt;br /&gt;"When you find him it will all just feel so right that's how it was with me and ____" (Oh shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 26 and when a coworker, father, walked by at work he said, "you guys act like being single at 26 is like having the plague or something."  Sometimes I feel like I do have the plague.  Everybody has a solution for me, advice on what I should do. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't want to continue to repeat the same things over and over because obviously that hasn't been successful in the past yet, sometimes the "oh don't worry you will find someone" gets really REALLY annoying and makes me want to hit you.  If you say this to me and I hit you just know that you have been warned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the thought for the moment and yes I hope for comments and of course your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness I sound so bitter right now- I should work on that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-6428100977399319266?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6428100977399319266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=6428100977399319266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6428100977399319266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6428100977399319266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-8705107226332390686</id><published>2009-04-07T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:37:54.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking</title><content type='html'>So I was just looking at my info page.  It said I have 2 people who check my blog so for those 2 I am going to write some thoughts. :)  Life is good!  I had a giggle attack today at work because I started listening to some big band music which I haven't heard in a while and it made me feel silly.  Gotta love moments like that eh? &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide if I should create a blog for my piano students and parents as an open forum of communication.  I can give advice and tips.  Parents can help other parents with advice and tips.  However, there could be some resisters and I am worried about constructive criticism because certain things should not be public in my opinion.  I also wondered how people would post or if they could post without having the e-mail it was created with and password.  Otherwise I have to create a just for piano e-mail but can't use it because they could then use it also...&lt;br /&gt;What are your opinions or feedback on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-8705107226332390686?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8705107226332390686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=8705107226332390686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8705107226332390686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8705107226332390686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-8056357237009865070</id><published>2008-11-02T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:49:10.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes I know I don't update this often but I'll work on it!  But for good measure I thought I would add this.  There is a picture I saw with a cute little kid.  The kid's shirt said, "My parents are exhausted."  Super cute and funny too me and I know all too true! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-8056357237009865070?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8056357237009865070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=8056357237009865070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8056357237009865070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/8056357237009865070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-yes-i-know-i-dont-update-this-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5666787076352682248</id><published>2008-07-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:18:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ-z3_p4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/rOrwudJ8wsM/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716495385044866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ-z3_p4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/rOrwudJ8wsM/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ_rYoHhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ISNzJTlpsxw/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716510285864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ_rYoHhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ISNzJTlpsxw/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ_3RVLtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BYvT7QCzOQM/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716513476488914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ_3RVLtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BYvT7QCzOQM/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrRAUg15qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9HYEeTwfI3g/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716521326175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrRAUg15qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9HYEeTwfI3g/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrRAyTAmCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6iXbzOjFGsY/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716529321220130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrRAyTAmCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6iXbzOjFGsY/s320/DSC00803.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/18511024-5666787076352682248?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5666787076352682248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5666787076352682248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5666787076352682248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5666787076352682248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/SHrQ-z3_p4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/rOrwudJ8wsM/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-7393608112414519857</id><published>2008-02-26T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:48:57.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8662ee2a59b811e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8662ee2a59b811e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E710EDD5FCAD7FC261B11BACEBEEB5C5970689F.5C0593AAF1A9A653A3A07C2FBA99FAB46DE4A671%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8662ee2a59b811e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9nLYu5VOtNU2oiM9YVb12762kps&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df8662ee2a59b811e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E710EDD5FCAD7FC261B11BACEBEEB5C5970689F.5C0593AAF1A9A653A3A07C2FBA99FAB46DE4A671%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df8662ee2a59b811e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9nLYu5VOtNU2oiM9YVb12762kps&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Spencer Neese and Al Saunders -both boys on the outsides.  Spencer asked me to choose the song for him to do karaoke to and I chose this, "My Girl".  His roommates joined him.  It was awesome! Sorry the video is shaking, I was too excited to pay attention to the camera :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-7393608112414519857?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f8662ee2a59b811e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7393608112414519857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=7393608112414519857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7393608112414519857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7393608112414519857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-3162796859541367437</id><published>2008-01-21T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:10:15.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortney and my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXIHM0fnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fr8VoVKzUas/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158054376361983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXIHM0fnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fr8VoVKzUas/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa at the Roller Rink and Ally's cute new pink glasses:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXJnM0foI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2r-69yfWROw/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158054402131787394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXJnM0foI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2r-69yfWROw/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXK3M0fpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p4BLGtqUr2c/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158054423606623890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXK3M0fpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p4BLGtqUr2c/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me and Cortney posing in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXMHM0fqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qqgHL2pFrtw/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158054445081460386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXMHM0fqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qqgHL2pFrtw/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cortney and I had the same shrimp and angel hair pasta dish with salsa. Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXNHM0frI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZV9lpRpcbZM/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158054462261329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXNHM0frI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZV9lpRpcbZM/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my cake.  Naomi made it!  Beautiful isn't it!  Three layers and it looked just like the picture :)&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/18511024-3162796859541367437?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3162796859541367437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=3162796859541367437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3162796859541367437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3162796859541367437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/01/cortney-and-my-birthday.html' title='Cortney and my birthday'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R5UXIHM0fnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fr8VoVKzUas/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-263242673549309199</id><published>2008-01-02T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:05:28.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>Tera had 11 kids to entertain and have a party with at our house.  Jerry and Naomi and Nicole and JB and family came to celebrate.  So instead of buying poppers she had the kids make noise makers.  They each designed bags and made paper airplanes to throw too!  She is so good at this!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHhnM0fkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VoSU0fCrDes/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151141085333192258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHhnM0fkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VoSU0fCrDes/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cortney and the others put up streamers around the living room.  They spent lots of time during the day making airplanes and getting all excited.  Tera really knows how to get the kids involved and extra excited for events like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHiHM0flI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w5a4kj0-yTw/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151141093923126866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHiHM0flI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w5a4kj0-yTw/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I played with them for a while then as the kids went their way for a bit, and the adults started playing ticket to ride I went to a big YSA activity.  I danced the night away and brought some of the party back with me.  This picture is missing Jenn Hogan who started out with us but about 2:30ish went to bed.  These two stayed and worked on the puzzle til 6 AM.  Yup thus the faces. BUT look how much of the puzzle we completed in one tired sitting :)  Jared was determined to connect the castle...oh and can you say what a lucky guy to be surrounded by us for so long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHinM0fmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-sufjgxeNQY/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151141102513061474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHinM0fmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-sufjgxeNQY/s320/DSC00031.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/18511024-263242673549309199?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/263242673549309199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=263242673549309199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/263242673549309199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/263242673549309199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yHhnM0fkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VoSU0fCrDes/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-3301987008755290989</id><published>2008-01-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:54:34.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rexburg Idaho Temple</title><content type='html'>A quick shot as we approached.  It was a beautifully snowy day.  The flakes were perfect, with the most wonderful designs and slowly falling.  Temples and snow- I couldn't ask for more!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF8XM0fhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/INXeE9NZTAU/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151139345871437330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF8XM0fhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/INXeE9NZTAU/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the Rexburg Temple.  I wanted a group shot but my Aunt was in a hurry to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF83M0fiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bSEQ2Cl-dto/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151139354461371938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF83M0fiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bSEQ2Cl-dto/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Idaho Falls Temple-  We drove past so I had to snap--it's what I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF9XM0fjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KJA0LUbdXD4/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151139363051306546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF9XM0fjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KJA0LUbdXD4/s320/DSC00018.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/18511024-3301987008755290989?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3301987008755290989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=3301987008755290989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3301987008755290989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/3301987008755290989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/01/rexburg-idaho-temple.html' title='Rexburg Idaho Temple'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yF8XM0fhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/INXeE9NZTAU/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2294687443063271431</id><published>2008-01-02T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:48:40.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thomas, the 7 year old changing his little bro's diaper.  Mom has them trained well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEXXM0feI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LpNXvTkTpyY/s1600-h/1014071831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151137610704649698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEXXM0feI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LpNXvTkTpyY/s320/1014071831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were watching Dancing With the Stars and Bella started dancing around for us.  She grabbed the Beast and suddenly had the perfect routine :)  Bella and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEXXM0ffI/AAAAAAAAAG8/auDbcrl7nKI/s1600-h/1009072017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151137610704649714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEXXM0ffI/AAAAAAAAAG8/auDbcrl7nKI/s320/1009072017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEX3M0fgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/mQ06v4JHsbY/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151137619294584322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEX3M0fgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/mQ06v4JHsbY/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the green... Ewww- At least William likes Spinach in the mushy form :)&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/18511024-2294687443063271431?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2294687443063271431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2294687443063271431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2294687443063271431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2294687443063271431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/01/thomas-7-year-old-changing-his-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yEXXM0feI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LpNXvTkTpyY/s72-c/1014071831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-1002454627162390238</id><published>2008-01-02T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:41:22.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yDSHM0fdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a1xWbLsoy64/s1600-h/1026072320a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151136420998708690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yDSHM0fdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a1xWbLsoy64/s320/1026072320a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more Halloween picture from this year.  The Smurfette, Flapper and the Oompaloompa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they wonder why I miss Logan so much but with roomies like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-1002454627162390238?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1002454627162390238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=1002454627162390238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1002454627162390238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/1002454627162390238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-halloween-picture-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/R3yDSHM0fdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a1xWbLsoy64/s72-c/1026072320a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-6596656631538424014</id><published>2007-11-09T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:02:33.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWeXKliJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dMSnGoIAq6I/s1600-h/dad+and+jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131102430073030802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWeXKliJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dMSnGoIAq6I/s320/dad+and+jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Jamie and Dad talking after one of the city council&lt;br /&gt;                                              meetings.  They look like the candidates and Dad lectured her&lt;br /&gt;                                             it made me laugh :) &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWeXKliKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ajcf2srd2uQ/s1600-h/Kyle+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131102430073030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWeXKliKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ajcf2srd2uQ/s320/Kyle+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Kyle and I carved this pumpkin :)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    He is a really awesome guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWenKliLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FXHyAcFyGJo/s1600-h/mitt+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131102434367998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWenKliLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FXHyAcFyGJo/s320/mitt+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             I called in sick to the job I hated and went to the Rally for Romney which turned out to be a great decision.  Yes he is that close to me, it is only a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWe3KliMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o-OAbe3jRgo/s1600-h/mitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131102438662965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWe3KliMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o-OAbe3jRgo/s320/mitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWe3KliNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uwdP_gAFzfo/s1600-h/mitt+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131102438662965458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWe3KliNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uwdP_gAFzfo/s320/mitt+stage.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/18511024-6596656631538424014?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6596656631538424014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=6596656631538424014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6596656631538424014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6596656631538424014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/11/jamie-and-dad-talking-after-one-of-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVWeXKliJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dMSnGoIAq6I/s72-c/dad+and+jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2538804049445775751</id><published>2007-11-09T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:57:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween :) I was a flapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVITXKliII/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUCmBAwi348/s1600-h/halloween+dar+and+tif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131086847931680898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVITXKliII/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUCmBAwi348/s320/halloween+dar+and+tif.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/18511024-2538804049445775751?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2538804049445775751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2538804049445775751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2538804049445775751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2538804049445775751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-i-was-flapper.html' title='Halloween :) I was a flapper'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RzVITXKliII/AAAAAAAAAF0/uUCmBAwi348/s72-c/halloween+dar+and+tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5709049540607941365</id><published>2007-08-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:23:27.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORN</title><content type='html'>This little girl loves her corn!  It's like taking candy from a baby :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096008097259338242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RrioXVmoOgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lk8FA9nxr-M/s320/P1010280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096008857468549650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RripDlmoOhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rSlUuNQDm2Y/s320/P1010284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                        Let's all do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RripEFmoOiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EPrYkmWhDK8/s1600-h/P1010286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096008866058484258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RripEFmoOiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EPrYkmWhDK8/s320/P1010286.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/18511024-5709049540607941365?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5709049540607941365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5709049540607941365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5709049540607941365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5709049540607941365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/08/corn.html' title='CORN'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RrioXVmoOgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lk8FA9nxr-M/s72-c/P1010280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5800215132807306636</id><published>2007-07-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:04:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Pickleville Playhouse in Bear Lake and saw Little Shop of Horrors.  The two actresses are in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Rpr7xDXuxlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BbJ7X9kPoxk/s1600-h/IMG_0909%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087655549205399122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Rpr7xDXuxlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BbJ7X9kPoxk/s320/IMG_0909%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Rpr7xTXuxmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y9qlrhGOk9I/s1600-h/IMG_0908%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087655553500366434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Rpr7xTXuxmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y9qlrhGOk9I/s320/IMG_0908%5B1%5D" 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/18511024-5800215132807306636?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5800215132807306636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5800215132807306636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5800215132807306636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5800215132807306636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-went-to-pickleville-playhouse-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Rpr7xDXuxlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BbJ7X9kPoxk/s72-c/IMG_0909%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-59606489869579874</id><published>2007-06-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:11:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A. in History from USU; Wendy Hancock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0FK-OxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z7f3J3PHsQ4/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079029932508461842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0FK-OxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z7f3J3PHsQ4/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0VK-OyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XBO_IzgCM80/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079029936803429154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0VK-OyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XBO_IzgCM80/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0lK-OzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DUiS70CJoyk/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079029941098396466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0lK-OzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DUiS70CJoyk/s320/P1010141.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/18511024-59606489869579874?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/59606489869579874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=59606489869579874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/59606489869579874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/59606489869579874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ba-in-history-from-usu-wendy-hancock.html' title='B.A. in History from USU; Wendy Hancock'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxW0FK-OxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z7f3J3PHsQ4/s72-c/P1010136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-5590075853381280962</id><published>2007-06-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:07:36.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV0lK-OuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vO9FIV-ZreQ/s1600-h/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079028841586768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV0lK-OuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vO9FIV-ZreQ/s320/P1010110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV01K-OvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t_cNM18-DEs/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079028845881735922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV01K-OvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t_cNM18-DEs/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV1FK-OwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dpmAyAfC5b0/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079028850176703234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV1FK-OwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dpmAyAfC5b0/s320/P1010131.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/18511024-5590075853381280962?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5590075853381280962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=5590075853381280962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5590075853381280962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/5590075853381280962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-graduated-from-college.html' title='I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RnxV0lK-OuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vO9FIV-ZreQ/s72-c/P1010110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-634639965754202673</id><published>2007-04-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:40:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Galloway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKaS7KQxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5fBnFjafXCw/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048546629155177234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKaS7KQxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5fBnFjafXCw/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKbC7KQyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTgcH4_TEzw/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048546642040079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKbC7KQyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZTgcH4_TEzw/s320/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKbS7KQzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/W5TjX8gXVUw/s1600-h/SD530285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048546646335046450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKbS7KQzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/W5TjX8gXVUw/s320/SD530285.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/18511024-634639965754202673?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/634639965754202673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=634639965754202673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/634639965754202673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/634639965754202673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/04/luke-galloway.html' title='Luke Galloway'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RhAKaS7KQxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5fBnFjafXCw/s72-c/164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-4957888177649018108</id><published>2007-03-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:39:07.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCEUhZzI/AAAAAAAAADI/6cWiT1m-fD0/s1600-h/S2401230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCEUhZzI/AAAAAAAAADI/6cWiT1m-fD0/s320/S2401230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039331205965768498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCUUhZ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/I8AwCgQ0Des/s1600-h/S2401241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCUUhZ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/I8AwCgQ0Des/s320/S2401241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039331210260735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCkUhZ1I/AAAAAAAAADY/WODzGdrOld4/s1600-h/S2401134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCkUhZ1I/AAAAAAAAADY/WODzGdrOld4/s320/S2401134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039331214555703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NC0UhZ2I/AAAAAAAAADg/9H-WpNH4tkk/s1600-h/S2401238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NC0UhZ2I/AAAAAAAAADg/9H-WpNH4tkk/s320/S2401238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039331218850670434" 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/18511024-4957888177649018108?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4957888177649018108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=4957888177649018108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4957888177649018108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/4957888177649018108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9NCEUhZzI/AAAAAAAAADI/6cWiT1m-fD0/s72-c/S2401230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-6532003097194117064</id><published>2007-03-07T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:17:15.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HwEUhZqI/AAAAAAAAACA/aqI5XcV6VQk/s1600-h/S2401071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HwEUhZqI/AAAAAAAAACA/aqI5XcV6VQk/s320/S2401071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039325399169984162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HwUUhZrI/AAAAAAAAACI/osLmORH-09E/s1600-h/S2401053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HwUUhZrI/AAAAAAAAACI/osLmORH-09E/s320/S2401053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039325403464951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Hw0UhZsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rcwnKzB51d0/s1600-h/S2401098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Hw0UhZsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rcwnKzB51d0/s320/S2401098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039325412054886082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Hw0UhZtI/AAAAAAAAACY/S3c50L9mI1s/s1600-h/S2401057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Hw0UhZtI/AAAAAAAAACY/S3c50L9mI1s/s320/S2401057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039325412054886098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HxUUhZuI/AAAAAAAAACg/sinDx4IhXM8/s1600-h/S2401072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HxUUhZuI/AAAAAAAAACg/sinDx4IhXM8/s320/S2401072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039325420644820706" 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/18511024-6532003097194117064?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6532003097194117064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=6532003097194117064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6532003097194117064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/6532003097194117064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9HwEUhZqI/AAAAAAAAACA/aqI5XcV6VQk/s72-c/S2401071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-7827756168394443151</id><published>2007-03-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:09:49.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FkUUhZlI/AAAAAAAAABY/4bbT4cqEHtY/s1600-h/S2400944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FkUUhZlI/AAAAAAAAABY/4bbT4cqEHtY/s320/S2400944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039322998283265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FkkUhZmI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfoW8Ct0fCE/s1600-h/S2400980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FkkUhZmI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfoW8Ct0fCE/s320/S2400980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039323002578232930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Ladybugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Fk0UhZnI/AAAAAAAAABo/smFyHrtzMy0/s1600-h/S2400981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Fk0UhZnI/AAAAAAAAABo/smFyHrtzMy0/s320/S2400981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039323006873200242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Vegas last spring break.  Me, Lisa Jones,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Blaire Whitaker and Ashlee South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FlEUhZoI/AAAAAAAAABw/Fke8Yw0KJEc/s1600-h/S2400942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FlEUhZoI/AAAAAAAAABw/Fke8Yw0KJEc/s320/S2400942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039323011168167554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Grandma, Bella and Ally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FlUUhZpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dqwX5W0aCn0/s1600-h/S2401015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FlUUhZpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dqwX5W0aCn0/s320/S2401015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039323015463134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Me and Monica Scott (Welch) and Aiden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-7827756168394443151?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7827756168394443151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=7827756168394443151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7827756168394443151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/7827756168394443151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladybugs-vegas-last-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9FkUUhZlI/AAAAAAAAABY/4bbT4cqEHtY/s72-c/S2400944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-245703150475628280</id><published>2007-03-07T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:02:37.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DuEUhZhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m058nDLmBv8/s1600-h/S2400835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DuEUhZhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m058nDLmBv8/s320/S2400835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039320966763734546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DuUUhZiI/AAAAAAAAABA/-1PG2_JN7Js/s1600-h/S2400839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DuUUhZiI/AAAAAAAAABA/-1PG2_JN7Js/s320/S2400839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039320971058701858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DukUhZjI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z3HIMHkpzKM/s1600-h/S2400890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DukUhZjI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z3HIMHkpzKM/s320/S2400890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039320975353669170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Du0UhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o1Cp2dPoLfE/s1600-h/S2400891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9Du0UhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o1Cp2dPoLfE/s320/S2400891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039320979648636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 These two love their mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-245703150475628280?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/245703150475628280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/245703150475628280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-two-love-their-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/Re9DuEUhZhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m058nDLmBv8/s72-c/S2400835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-2162162739561203155</id><published>2007-03-07T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:21:32.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Tashman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYSeuloeI/AAAAAAAAADo/J2kBiemQ-tc/s1600-h/wendy+and+adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040469482467074530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYSeuloeI/AAAAAAAAADo/J2kBiemQ-tc/s320/wendy+and+adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYSuulofI/AAAAAAAAADw/D9KlHl5OwEs/s1600-h/wendy+and+adam+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040469486762041842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYSuulofI/AAAAAAAAADw/D9KlHl5OwEs/s320/wendy+and+adam+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYTOulogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/U7Gzit6X_vE/s1600-h/wendy+and+adam+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040469495351976450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYTOulogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/U7Gzit6X_vE/s320/wendy+and+adam+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures were taken one random evening. Adam and I are silly and can't take a normal picture so instead we took about 30 :) It was fun though and random which is usually my favorite thing. We started with happy normal and making faces and went from there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-2162162739561203155?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2162162739561203155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=2162162739561203155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2162162739561203155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/2162162739561203155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2007/03/adam-tashman_07.html' title='Adam Tashman'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2weOi-Dt9Dc/RfNYSeuloeI/AAAAAAAAADo/J2kBiemQ-tc/s72-c/wendy+and+adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-116720560832376740</id><published>2006-12-26T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:46:48.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/845103/Mike%20and%20me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/320/454553/Mike%20and%20me%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/845103/Mike%20and%20me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/845103/Mike%20and%20me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/845103/Mike%20and%20me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/503717/Mike%20and%20me%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/320/892693/Mike%20and%20me%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/1600/254582/Mike%20and%20me%203%20the%20hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2304/1805/320/254190/Mike%20and%20me%203%20the%20hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is one of my friends here at USU and I thought I would share the picture. We were frosting cookies on a Sunday evening getting ready for the ward to come over to my apartment for treats. We had left over frosting so I frosted his face and he played pay back... Very fun and once again frosting, me and a guy= trouble :)&lt;br /&gt;By the way it's not just the camera angle, he's 6'11" and crouching for me to reach cause of my 5'1"ish height.  And yes he did kiss my cheek to share the frosting with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-116720560832376740?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/116720560832376740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=116720560832376740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/116720560832376740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/116720560832376740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-mike.html' title='Me and Mike'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-114050793345733958</id><published>2006-02-20T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:45:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Katia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Bella.  She was so excited to hold the babies during Christmas time.  She is holding Ally and kissing her.    The other picture was just before dinner in January.  She was not sleeping but rather sulking.  I know it's really not funny but somehow with her sulking it is so cute and irristable, at least for the aunt.  I'm such a silly aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-114050793345733958?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/114050793345733958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=114050793345733958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/114050793345733958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/114050793345733958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/02/bella-katia.html' title='Bella Katia'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-114046535995721035</id><published>2006-02-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:40:55.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Alma the Elder had never taught his son?</title><content type='html'>In Institute today we talked about Alma 36.  This chapter is an excellent example of a chiasm.  In the center of the chiasm is Christ. &lt;br /&gt;My teacher told us how many things are in grained in us even when we don't want to be.  Alma the younger, probably didn't sit down for his fathers teachings but still had the knowledge of the Savior he needed when he was ready to make the change for himself. &lt;br /&gt;This shows us how much we are really affected by those people we are around day to day.  My teacher also used the example of how he was a teenager and didn't always pay attention to the family home evening lessons but because his mom did it anyway it is now a part of him. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, he shared this which he isn't sure who wrote it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The eye, it cannot choose but see,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot bid the ear be still,&lt;br /&gt;Our senses feel where ere we be&lt;br /&gt;Against or with our will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not choose to listen but thankfully we can still obtain the tools necessary for our needs.&lt;br /&gt;This was also supported by his earlier lesson about sometimes life is about being at the right place at the right time.  He said even if it is as simple as just being to work everyday that you are supposed to work and doing the simple everyday things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-114046535995721035?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/114046535995721035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=114046535995721035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/114046535995721035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/114046535995721035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-if-alma-elder-had-never-taught.html' title='What if Alma the Elder had never taught his son?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113988353455993524</id><published>2006-02-13T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:54:59.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Roommate Date</title><content type='html'>This is Brett Bunderson, a guy in my ward. We were set up for a roommate date.  I decided to post the picture because it's fun to see what kind of guys I get set up with. We were on a roommate date with all of my roommates. Seriously it was all but one of the 14 of us and we met at the house of a now married roommate so 30 people played games and ate peach cobbler :)  My roommates are so much fun and we love to do stuff together like this!  I couldn't ask for better girls to be living with at this point in my life!  (oh and they also did my hair which is a new kind of bonding for me too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400928.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400928.0.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/18511024-113988353455993524?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113988353455993524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113988353455993524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113988353455993524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113988353455993524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/02/roommate-date.html' title='A Roommate Date'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113938225409600144</id><published>2006-02-07T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:04:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For one of my classes, we are supposed to read the history of our ancestors to get an idea of what they were like.  I have done a lot of my thoughts so far on Joseph Bertrand Randall who was Grandpa Randall's father, my Great-Grandfather.   I have also delved into the person of his wife. Mary Esmerelda.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this poem written by him or her and thought I should share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hold me in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;and let me know the bliss&lt;br /&gt;of tender clinging lips that tell&lt;br /&gt;your love is one long kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses tell of love to be&lt;br /&gt;of ecstasy devine&lt;br /&gt;they fill me with a deep desire&lt;br /&gt;to keep you always mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need of words have we, my dear&lt;br /&gt;your heart can speak to me&lt;br /&gt;in kisses sweet, I know your mine&lt;br /&gt;throught all eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113938225409600144?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113938225409600144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113938225409600144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113938225409600144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113938225409600144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-one-of-my-classes-we-are-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113618796542519729</id><published>2006-01-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:46:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two precious babies were born on the same day to both of my sisters.  They are so sweet especially when sleeping.  They were born on November 10th.  Their names are Ally and Emmy (Emmaline). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the 3 babies that were blessed on Wed. Dec. 28, 2005.  They are Jaron Christopher Lamb, Emmaline Marie Lamb and Ally Christine Larson!  Jaron and Emmy are brother and sister.  Jaron also was able to be sealed to our family earlier that day!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are all such wonderful delightful babies and Aunt Wendy had one of them in her arms all the time during the break.  It's a tough job but somebodies got to do it ;)   Oh and as a side note, Ally is a very happy baby I just snapped the picture at the wrong moment.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The parents deserve to be mentioned with the babies too I guess :) Here we have Jeremy and Erin holding their two little ones Jaron and Emmy.  Tera and Jeff with their daughter Ally.  Again, just the wrong moment for Ally and I didn't capture Jaron's famous smile. (keep watching for better pictures of these kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113618796542519729?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113618796542519729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113618796542519729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618796542519729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618796542519729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/01/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113618706279443113</id><published>2006-01-01T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:31:02.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400828.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400828.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my 2 brothers' families.  This is who was there on Christmas morning this year.  My dad is also here but he is next to me and so I missed him in the picture.  It was so much fun having all of my siblings around just after Christmas this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113618706279443113?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113618706279443113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113618706279443113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618706279443113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618706279443113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas morning'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113618646619461331</id><published>2006-01-01T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:21:06.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time at the Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400806.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400806.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this year for our Christmas party, we finally united all 15 members of the Beach House! This is an extremely hard task to work out 15 schedules and boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for self-timers on cameras :) This was the best of the 3 taken from my camera. It was a fun Christmas party. I love my roommates this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have periodic gatherings around the piano to sing. This particular time we were caroling for our house. It's cheesy I realize but still fun and a good thing to do on a Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;This was also only part of the group but the wall was in my way and well it wouldn't move so I captured the group I could. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400800.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400800.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of some of my roommates and the new "in thing." They are called Bookaccins. (I am not sure how to spell that obviously) They are slipper and moccasins.  They are not my style at all so you won't be catching me in the mix of them but this picture shows a little of the personality of my roommates (and their crazy ideas of fashion).  I believe that half of the roommates have a pair currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113618646619461331?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113618646619461331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113618646619461331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618646619461331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113618646619461331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-time-at-beach-house.html' title='Christmas time at the Beach House'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113417337360836755</id><published>2005-12-09T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:09:33.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400743.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know Halloween was a while ago but I forgot to add this picture and it is so funny it deserves to be put on late:)  My roommates Heather came upstairs late Halloween night like this.  The funniest part was how nonchalant she was about it also.  This gives you an idea of Heathers unique personality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113417337360836755?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113417337360836755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113417337360836755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113417337360836755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113417337360836755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/12/heather.html' title='Heather'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113234729028772364</id><published>2005-11-18T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:59:40.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put this on here because it was so cute and a funny progresssion.  When we visited Missouri in May, my dad laid down to rest because it had already been a long day.  Well Ann decided to join him and see if she could help with his nap. Then she tried to take one too by getting comfortable.  Finally, she pretended to sleep with him (it didn't last long but was so fun to watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/ann%20trying%20to%20help%20grandpa%20with%20his%20nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/ann%20trying%20to%20help%20grandpa%20with%20his%20nap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/ann%20on%20grandpa%20trying%20to%20get%20comfortable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/ann%20on%20grandpa%20trying%20to%20get%20comfortable.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/ann%20finally%20relaxed%2C%20so%20did%20grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/ann%20finally%20relaxed%2C%20so%20did%20grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113234729028772364?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113234729028772364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113234729028772364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113234729028772364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113234729028772364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-put-this-on-here-because-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113234576909363965</id><published>2005-11-18T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:36:28.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/best%20of%20kids%20on%20rocks.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/best%20of%20kids%20on%20rocks.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/ally%20and%20tera%20on%20her%20birthdayjpg.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/ally%20and%20tera%20on%20her%20birthdayjpg.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of one of my two new nieces. This is Ally and her mommy, Tera. &lt;br /&gt;Anybody who wants to check out Emmaline can go to ohiolambs.blogspot.com because that's were I get to see her. I also felt I should add the picture of my 6 other nieces and nephews because they are all the light of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113234576909363965?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113234576909363965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113234576909363965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113234576909363965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113234576909363965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-is-picture-of-one-of-my-two-new_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113168481867628176</id><published>2005-11-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:07:47.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New Nieces!!!</title><content type='html'>This has been such a happy day! Both of my sisters had their babies today.&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Jeremy Lamb are now the proud parents of Emmaline Lamb who weighs 5 pounds 2 ounces! She also has a big brother named Jaron Christopher Lamb who was born in June of this year!&lt;br /&gt;Emmaline also has a cousin to share her birthday today with, Ally Christine Larson was born to her proud parents Tera and Jeff Larson! She weighs 6 pounds 10 ounces and has two older siblings, Tyson Jeffrey Larson, who is 9, and Cortney Marie Larson, who is 6!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to be able to spend time with these 3 new additions and all the others this Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113168481867628176?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113168481867628176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113168481867628176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113168481867628176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113168481867628176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-new-nieces.html' title='2 New Nieces!!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113160500697582009</id><published>2005-11-09T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:43:26.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/fall%202005%20roomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/fall%202005%20roomies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach House Babes of fall 2005!&lt;br /&gt;Top row we have Heather Duke, Laurel Fairbourn, Amanda Croft&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch we have Lisa Jones, Ashlee South, Blaire Whitaker, Rachel Schulz, Brittney Burnett and of course, Wendy Hancock&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the floor we have Ashley Nielsen, Tracy Fairbourn and Paige Ellison.&lt;br /&gt;Missing are Lori Anderson and Kara Singleton also our here and there roommates Josie West and Brook Whitaker.  Now that's a house full of girls :)  (and they are always posing for pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittney, Heather and Laurel chillin' on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and Lisa in the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113160500697582009?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113160500697582009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113160500697582009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160500697582009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160500697582009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/beach-house-babes-of-fall-2005-top-row.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113160328121138496</id><published>2005-11-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:17:31.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda and Benj dressed up in the 1920's.   Don't they just look made for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/Russ,%20Scott,%20Ben%20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/Russ%2C%20Scott%2C%20Ben%20A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Ben A., Scott and Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/mindy%20in%20the%2020s%20me%20in%20hawaii.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/mindy%20in%20the%2020s%20me%20in%20hawaii.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Doesn't Mindy just look fabulous in the flapper dress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113160328121138496?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113160328121138496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113160328121138496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160328121138496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160328121138496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/amanda-and-benj-dressed-up-in-1920s.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113160172325513986</id><published>2005-11-09T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:48:43.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of us girls had dates that night and we set up  tables around the dining room to work on them.  Then we displayed them on the porch til Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/carving.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/carving.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/Brent%20T.%20the%20pumpkin%20and%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/Brent%20T.%20the%20pumpkin%20and%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our final pumpkin.  It's so cute isn't it :)  This is me and my date for that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113160172325513986?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113160172325513986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113160172325513986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160172325513986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113160172325513986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-of-us-girls-had-dates-that-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113105733119066418</id><published>2005-11-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:35:31.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/spiderman%20tom%20and%20bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/spiderman%20tom%20and%20bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Thomas and Bella in pajamas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113105733119066418?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113105733119066418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113105733119066418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113105733119066418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113105733119066418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/thomas-and-bella-in-pajamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113091686271414370</id><published>2005-11-01T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:34:22.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dates for the pumkin carving date :) my date is the guy second from the right standing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/boys%20for%20the%20beach%20house%20pumpkin%20walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/boys%20for%20the%20beach%20house%20pumpkin%20walk.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/18511024-113091686271414370?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113091686271414370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113091686271414370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113091686271414370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113091686271414370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dates-for-pumkin-carving-date-my-date.html' title='The dates for the pumkin carving date :) my date is the guy second from the right standing up'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113083166210733742</id><published>2005-10-31T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:54:22.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/1600/S2400741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/1805/320/S2400741.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/18511024-113083166210733742?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113083166210733742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113083166210733742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113083166210733742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113083166210733742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511024.post-113080649135798084</id><published>2005-10-31T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:54:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween parties and dates pictures :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511024-113080649135798084?l=historywendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/feeds/113080649135798084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511024&amp;postID=113080649135798084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113080649135798084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511024/posts/default/113080649135798084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historywendy.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04231349872225896379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
