<?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-4166595236483542072</id><updated>2012-01-16T16:56:36.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ordinary Day</title><subtitle type='html'>[or·di·nar·y] –adjective 1. of no special quality or interest; commonplace; unexceptional; an ordinary person. 2. plain or undistinguished.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6399160171508274204</id><published>2012-01-16T16:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:56:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn Turns One</title><content type='html'>Last month was Kailyn's first birthday.  We decided to head up to St. George to celebrate and I'm really glad that we did.  We celebrated with family and friends and lots of rainbow sprinkles. &lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to believe that my little girl was turning one.  She is so sweet and grown up.  She is so fun to be around.  She loves her big brother and is always chasing him around the house and grabbing him and laughing with him.  I'm so blessed to have her as my daughter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gW0yXJNHFBY/TxS41st_QdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tmshT2Bzbxs/s1600/Kailyn%2527s%2BFirst%2BBirthday%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gW0yXJNHFBY/TxS41st_QdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tmshT2Bzbxs/s400/Kailyn%2527s%2BFirst%2BBirthday%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698382661207146962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stiEVHy5kG0/TxS4vOZgUYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jbAgC8A_Xg0/s1600/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stiEVHy5kG0/TxS4vOZgUYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jbAgC8A_Xg0/s400/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698382549988954498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_l6t_pEEMw/TxS4gnLBqbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nsUn1xNGewc/s1600/IMG_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_l6t_pEEMw/TxS4gnLBqbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nsUn1xNGewc/s400/IMG_2916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698382298941073842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8P5mXJRbn0/TxS4vWjhIII/AAAAAAAAAZM/rDzfBexmr70/s1600/IMG_2960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8P5mXJRbn0/TxS4vWjhIII/AAAAAAAAAZM/rDzfBexmr70/s400/IMG_2960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698382552178434178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwYa-4fhBbo/TxS4gVMnXtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A2iF01_r2uM/s1600/IMG_2915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwYa-4fhBbo/TxS4gVMnXtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A2iF01_r2uM/s400/IMG_2915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698382294115901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6399160171508274204?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6399160171508274204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6399160171508274204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6399160171508274204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6399160171508274204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2012/01/kailyn-turns-one.html' title='Kailyn Turns One'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gW0yXJNHFBY/TxS41st_QdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tmshT2Bzbxs/s72-c/Kailyn%2527s%2BFirst%2BBirthday%2Bcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-8263217067633964050</id><published>2011-11-22T10:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:51:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>November 18th marked one year since the passing of my mom.  It seems hard to believe that she has been gone a whole year. Because she was sick for so long it sometimes feels like she has been gone for a lot longer than a year, but in most ways it feels like she was just here.  Losing her has been very difficult.  Thankfully I have the knowledge of a loving Heavenly Father.  Feeling his comforting spirit makes something so difficult feel much lighter.  &lt;br /&gt;We have missed having her around this year.  Seeing us have our second child, seeing Robbie grow another year older, seeing Rob work so hard to graduate and get a great job, and moving away (she wouldn't have been happy about that part).  Even though she isn't here with us we think about her everyday.  I try everyday to be the type of mother that she was to me.  I love that Kailyn reminds me so much of my mom.  My mom would have loved playing with her, fussing over her sweet personality, and commenting on her red hair.  I swear she is my grandma's favorite just because of the hair. &lt;br /&gt;It's nice that her passing away is so close to Thanksgiving.  It makes it easier for me to remember all the things I have to be grateful for and at the top of the list of things I am grateful for is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DusIGx-yhII/TsvecARL5tI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AEvfdIehU08/s1600/Mom%2Band%2BRobbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DusIGx-yhII/TsvecARL5tI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AEvfdIehU08/s400/Mom%2Band%2BRobbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677876327920428754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robbie and Grandma Trish (Summer 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8263217067633964050?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8263217067633964050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8263217067633964050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8263217067633964050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8263217067633964050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DusIGx-yhII/TsvecARL5tI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AEvfdIehU08/s72-c/Mom%2Band%2BRobbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4610579371845327493</id><published>2011-11-16T14:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:13:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen bud! He's got radio active blood.</title><content type='html'>For Robbie's third birthday we had a Spiderman party.  Robbie really likes Spiderman.  A few weeks before his birthday we were walking through the store and he found a big Spiderman doll.  He carried him around the whole store and was very sad when we had to leave him there.  For weeks Robbie kept asking if we could go back to the store and play with spiderman.  Luckily I had sent Rob back in to buy him as a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;The night before his birthday I had the awesome idea to put Spiderman in bed with Robbie so when he woke up he would be there.  Kailyn ended up waking up at about 5am and when I went in to check on her Robbie was sitting up in bed holding Spiderman.  He kept saying, "Where did he come from?" I tried to explain that it was for his birthday and when the sun came up we would play with him, when all of the sudden Robbie started screaming, "Take him back to the store."  I took Spiderman out of the room and Robbie calmed down and went to sleep.  In the morning Robbie came in bed with me and when Rob left for work he put Spiderman back in bed with us.  Again, when Robbie saw him he started screaming for me to take him back to the store.  I ended up throwing him off the bed under a blanket.  A few moments later when he really woke up he saw Spiderman and was so excited.  He couldn't wait to play with him.  But for days he kept asking me where Spiderman came from.  He thought Nonni brought him.  &lt;br /&gt;It was different having a party without lots of family and friends, but my Dad, Laura, and Micki came up from St. George to celebrate. Having them here made it feel like a regular birthday bash. &lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that he is three.  He is such a good big brother to Kailyn.  He tells me, "Kailyn is my best friend."  He loves Spiderman, Angry Birds, and playing at the park.  He is a really kind little boy and he loves making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWUHXnnquWM/TsvXrvpl6rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MyLYIC39lI4/s1600/IMG_2525_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWUHXnnquWM/TsvXrvpl6rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MyLYIC39lI4/s400/IMG_2525_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677868901755906738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-io2CWXJinU8/TsvXrbZQhDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GLuAKyU5ljs/s1600/IMG_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-io2CWXJinU8/TsvXrbZQhDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GLuAKyU5ljs/s400/IMG_2506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677868896318686258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDdUKra3vEQ/TsvXq1k3cZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/V-uG6XRpjOM/s1600/IMG_2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDdUKra3vEQ/TsvXq1k3cZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/V-uG6XRpjOM/s400/IMG_2486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677868886166827410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4610579371845327493?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4610579371845327493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4610579371845327493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4610579371845327493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4610579371845327493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2011/11/listen-bud-hes-got-radio-active-blood.html' title='Listen bud! He&apos;s got radio active blood.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWUHXnnquWM/TsvXrvpl6rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MyLYIC39lI4/s72-c/IMG_2525_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-128719838132978446</id><published>2011-11-11T11:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:56:18.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>I'm sure a few of you have noticed that I haven't blogged much lately.  The past year has been difficult for me.  After dealing with my mom being very ill and passing away, having a new baby, trying to find work for my husband, and transitioning to a stay at home mom, the storm seems to have calmed.  Looking back on the challenges it couldn't be more clear that this is the plan Heavenly Father has for me and he has prepared me for every step of it. It is pretty amazing and comforting to know that he knows me and my struggles and is helping me with every step.  Especially being a stay at home mom.  I don't think that I've ever needed his help with anything this much, and I pray more constantly now that ever before.  Mostly so I don't throw any kids out of the window...But I am getting better. Promise!  &lt;br /&gt;Besides moving in the heat of August and arriving to an apartment with a broken air conditioner and having it be 100 degrees in our house and having to stay in a hotel and not being able to unpack because of the heat, moving to Las Vegas has been a blast.  Rob seems to really enjoy his job and the people he works with.  We were blessed to find an area that is really nice and close to everything we could need.  The ward that we live in is also very nice.  &lt;br /&gt;My kids are getting so big.  Robbie is 3 years old and he amazes me everyday. Honestly I had a hard time getting used to being around him so much.  It was more difficult to be at home everyday with a almost three year old that I thought it would be.  But he is so much fun.  He loves Spiderman and can sing the whole Spiderman theme song. He loves music and dancing.  He is more proficient using Rob's I-Phone than I am.  He can find any game or video on the internet and use most of the apps.  It is frightening. &lt;br /&gt;Kailyn is now 11 months old.  Oh my.  She is getting so big.  She started walking at 10 months and now walks all over the place.  She is a climber.  She climbs on anything she can get a hold of. She just got her first two teeth.  One of the bottom and one on the top.  She gives the best kisses and high fives.  She also eats everything in sight (I wonder where she learned that from, haha).  She can say Mama and Dada, Dog, That and Hello.  Whenever she says hello she hold her hand to her ear like a cell phone.  She is such a calm, loving, and understanding baby.  She is such a joy.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKV83U7PNdY/Tr1vUkY653I/AAAAAAAAAXs/WanjYjutRh0/s1600/IMG_2405_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKV83U7PNdY/Tr1vUkY653I/AAAAAAAAAXs/WanjYjutRh0/s400/IMG_2405_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673813504712959858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAa_fw3gT1w/Tr1vTqbv9HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WsSf5RLrAiw/s1600/Robbie%2Band%2BKailyn%2BHalloween%2B2011%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAa_fw3gT1w/Tr1vTqbv9HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WsSf5RLrAiw/s400/Robbie%2Band%2BKailyn%2BHalloween%2B2011%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673813489155568754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4rxYyny9wo/Tr1vTXyRE2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/y1ns3hPKe_g/s1600/IMG_2549_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4rxYyny9wo/Tr1vTXyRE2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/y1ns3hPKe_g/s400/IMG_2549_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673813484149740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-128719838132978446?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/128719838132978446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=128719838132978446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/128719838132978446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/128719838132978446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2011/11/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKV83U7PNdY/Tr1vUkY653I/AAAAAAAAAXs/WanjYjutRh0/s72-c/IMG_2405_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3578377374691110080</id><published>2011-05-11T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:48:07.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 and 9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8G8hjdrddw/TcskRMDrWuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/74AuauGh-hY/s1600/8mos%2Bwith%2BKailyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8G8hjdrddw/TcskRMDrWuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/74AuauGh-hY/s400/8mos%2Bwith%2BKailyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605614038905740002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgEtJDoPrXE/TcskQy-dC9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/iVWcV0ZHJbE/s1600/9%2Bmos%2BKailyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgEtJDoPrXE/TcskQy-dC9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/iVWcV0ZHJbE/s400/9%2Bmos%2BKailyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605614032172944338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3578377374691110080?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3578377374691110080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3578377374691110080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3578377374691110080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3578377374691110080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2011/05/8-and-9-months.html' title='8 and 9 months'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8G8hjdrddw/TcskRMDrWuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/74AuauGh-hY/s72-c/8mos%2Bwith%2BKailyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-188558202133994904</id><published>2011-05-11T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:48:07.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn Violet Knowlton</title><content type='html'>Did you hear that I had a baby?  Well I did, and she is beautiful and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting pregnancy. During the first couple of months I felt sick all the time.  I would come home from work and lay on the couch until bedtime.  I think Robbie and I watched the movie CARS a billion times.  Sometimes when I hear the opening music to that movie I still feel nauseous.  Turns out that I was eating tainted Fruit Loops every morning for breakfast.  Maybe I wouldn't have been so sick.  I should have stopped eating the Fruit Loops that tasted like gasoline, but I thought it was just morning sickness that was making me feel that way.  As the pregnancy went on I started having really bad acne.  Not so unusual for me but very annoying.  I am pretty sure I went to the dermatologist more than my OB.  Magically as soon as I gave birth my face cleared up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to have the baby early.  She was due on December 17, but I knew if I had her early it would give Rob and I more time with the baby before school started back up in January.  I had many false alarms.  Time after time I was started timing contractions and after an hour or so they would just stop.  I finally scheduled an induction for December 14.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the 14th I was called in at 5:45am.  I went into the hospital and got things started.  It went very quickly. Right after they hooked me up to the drip my water broke.  When the Dr. came in a few hours later I told him I was feeling lots of pressure.  He checked me out and told me to push.  He looked at me and said, "She has red hair."  For some reason I had never thought that I would have a red headed child.  About 30 minutes later she was born.  When they placed her on my chest I was amazed at how much she looked like her brother Robbie.  The second I sat up and started nursing her she latched on and ate for almost an hour.  She has been an amazing baby.  She eats good, poops good, and burps good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult having a baby with out my mom around to help.  When I had Robbie we would drive over to my moms and hang out all afternoon.  I felt so alone this time around.  But there have been numerous times when I'm having bad days, or even really good days, that I feel my mom with me.  I know she is helping me become a better mother and watching over me daily.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubsbnaj6n7s/TcsilPjS02I/AAAAAAAAAW4/izL6y_p57Yk/s1600/Kailyn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubsbnaj6n7s/TcsilPjS02I/AAAAAAAAAW4/izL6y_p57Yk/s400/Kailyn2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605612184417784674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13A8Pw-nCHE/TcsikekYKYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FdRGweq-90I/s1600/Kailyn%2Bweight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13A8Pw-nCHE/TcsikekYKYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FdRGweq-90I/s400/Kailyn%2Bweight1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605612171268991362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_5hIy8PoGs/TcsikJempMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kVm_bZbTUDo/s1600/Mom%2BDad%2Band%2BKailyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_5hIy8PoGs/TcsikJempMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kVm_bZbTUDo/s400/Mom%2BDad%2Band%2BKailyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605612165607630018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-188558202133994904?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/188558202133994904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=188558202133994904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/188558202133994904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/188558202133994904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2011/05/kailyn-violet-knowlton.html' title='Kailyn Violet Knowlton'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubsbnaj6n7s/TcsilPjS02I/AAAAAAAAAW4/izL6y_p57Yk/s72-c/Kailyn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6318575284066047493</id><published>2010-11-25T09:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:24:13.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patricia Violet Mangum 1955-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TO6pZkx1dcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E_8vsDr09B8/s1600/IMG_5005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TO6pZkx1dcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E_8vsDr09B8/s400/IMG_5005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543554448174183874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Thanksgiving day, I truly have so much to be thankful for. Mostly I am thankful for my family and friends. This past week I had to say goodbye to my mother and my best friend in the whole world.  Although she was fighting cancer for almost 6 years there is still now way to prepare for such a devastating loss. I am very grateful to my Heavenly Father for the peace and comfort which I have received. I am also very grateful to have so many good friends who have poured out their prayers, love, and support.  &lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my mom was awesome! She was funny, smart, and beautiful (that is where I get it from). She was always positive and loved life.  She believed in me when I didn't believe in myself.  She never missed a basketball or volleyball game I played in. During high school you would find me home hanging out with her most Friday nights.  She set up my Junior Prom date because no one had asked me. She came to my seminary class to get me because she didn't have anyone to eat lunch with.  She cried when I married the love of my life because she knew he was perfect for me, and she rocked our first child while he cried all night long. I could go on and on with stories, but mostly I just wanted to say Thank You. I love you Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6318575284066047493?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6318575284066047493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6318575284066047493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6318575284066047493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6318575284066047493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/11/patricia-violet-mangum-1955-2010.html' title='Patricia Violet Mangum 1955-2010'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TO6pZkx1dcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E_8vsDr09B8/s72-c/IMG_5005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4055950092939557809</id><published>2010-11-04T17:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:32:25.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Robbie loves all thing Halloween. Spiders, Skeletons, Scary Monsters, Pumpkins, Candy, you name it - he loves it.  So I was very excited for Halloween. He really liked being dressed up in his skeleton costume (k, so they were just pajamas) and handing out candy to other kids, but he wanted nothing to do with trick or treating himself. We decided that it would be fun to dress my mom and dad up as elephants for Halloween. They were good sports. Robbie loved our pumpkins and still likes seeing them on the door step every day even though they look very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL9AoclvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SaMVcZENfNI/s1600/img_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL9AoclvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SaMVcZENfNI/s400/img_0363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535851878482220786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL81xtrDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H1I-CJi2SyA/s1600/img_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL81xtrDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H1I-CJi2SyA/s400/img_0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535851875568299058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL8QrQBGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vw5Iq51ecKY/s1600/img_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL8QrQBGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vw5Iq51ecKY/s400/img_0321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535851865609077858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL8HObyLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/byukxb_1g5Y/s1600/Halloween2010+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL8HObyLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/byukxb_1g5Y/s400/Halloween2010+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535851863072295090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4055950092939557809?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4055950092939557809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4055950092939557809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4055950092939557809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4055950092939557809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TNNL9AoclvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SaMVcZENfNI/s72-c/img_0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5106325453461176789</id><published>2010-10-29T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:26:16.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 6, and 7 Months Pregnant</title><content type='html'>Time flies when you are having fun :) I was going to edit out all the acne, but those of you who spend any time with me would have wondered where it went. I've had such bad cystic acne with this pregnancy. I am at the dermatologist every other week and it still wont go away. There is just nothing you can do when you are pregnant. It is worth being pregnant with a beautiful girl but I really hope she doesn't get my skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs6_qSU-2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/e0QtMBNdFEE/s1600/Kailyn+5,6,7+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs6_qSU-2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/e0QtMBNdFEE/s400/Kailyn+5,6,7+months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533581432512117602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5106325453461176789?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5106325453461176789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5106325453461176789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5106325453461176789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5106325453461176789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-6-and-7-months-pregnant.html' title='5, 6, and 7 Months Pregnant'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs6_qSU-2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/e0QtMBNdFEE/s72-c/Kailyn+5,6,7+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5551017340224566888</id><published>2010-10-29T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:54:58.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie turns 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so he turned 2 about a month ago. As you can tell I'm a little behind blogging. He is such a fun kid. He loves Buzz Lightyear, chasing Chino around, pretending to be a scary monster, eating corn, and playing Monster Trucks and Dinosaurs. We have a name for every toy he has and he loves calling every one of them by that name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0bKa86yI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qp_IxsaIatg/s1600/Robbie+2+years+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0bKa86yI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qp_IxsaIatg/s400/Robbie+2+years+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533574208413297442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0akgdGII/AAAAAAAAAVc/-3rAHzcbUPs/s1600/Robbie+2+year+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0akgdGII/AAAAAAAAAVc/-3rAHzcbUPs/s400/Robbie+2+year+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533574198235830402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0ZwbSntI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bB_C5euRAJM/s1600/Robbie+2+year+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0ZwbSntI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bB_C5euRAJM/s400/Robbie+2+year+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533574184255528658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0ZiKyJcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zjftY4Gz754/s1600/Robbie+2+year+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0ZiKyJcI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zjftY4Gz754/s400/Robbie+2+year+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533574180428195266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5551017340224566888?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5551017340224566888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5551017340224566888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5551017340224566888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5551017340224566888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/10/robbie-turns-2.html' title='Robbie turns 2'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TMs0bKa86yI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qp_IxsaIatg/s72-c/Robbie+2+years+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-8120646088740689672</id><published>2010-06-05T18:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:10:36.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bountiful Backyard</title><content type='html'>Rob and I plant some sort of a garden every year.  In our five years of marriage we have never been able to harvest anything from that garden. This year we have finally succeeded. It helps that we have a nice back yard with a big garden patch and that we've set up the watering on an automatic drip system. It has been so great to head outside every night after work and see what has been growing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of our Raspberries.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArydI1DkOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3F3o0TTgywo/s1600/Raspberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArydI1DkOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3F3o0TTgywo/s400/Raspberry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458479049773282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one pear growing on our pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryclv-R6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/-9sqQn-DHeg/s1600/Pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryclv-R6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/-9sqQn-DHeg/s400/Pear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458469633214370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries. It is amazing that any strawberries actually turn red because Robbie's favorite thing to do is pick them - when they are nice and green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIzixZiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pma5E4Rqnss/s1600/IMG_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIzixZiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pma5E4Rqnss/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458129738556962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tomato plants. Planted the same day. One is growing to be the biggest tomato plant I have ever seen. The other is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIimAPyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wRKHQx2qMTw/s1600/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIimAPyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wRKHQx2qMTw/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458125188710178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIHxLlhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XzFDST6owB4/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryIHxLlhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XzFDST6owB4/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458117987833362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many peaches on our peach tree. I hope they all keep growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryHWK6FiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/R5JyScZLNa8/s1600/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryHWK6FiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/R5JyScZLNa8/s400/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458104673965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single blueberry growing on the smallest of 4 blueberry bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryHI7od-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/td3vlJouqTc/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TAryHI7od-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/td3vlJouqTc/s400/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458101120235490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...that is not all I will be growing this summer. Along with the fruits and vegetables will be a baby. Ready to pick December 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8120646088740689672?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8120646088740689672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8120646088740689672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8120646088740689672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8120646088740689672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/06/bountiful-backyard.html' title='Bountiful Backyard'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArydI1DkOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3F3o0TTgywo/s72-c/Raspberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7468975770688685556</id><published>2010-06-05T18:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:49:35.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Rob</title><content type='html'>Although he completed his Bachelors Degree in Accounting in December '09 Rob walked in graduation this May.  Congratulations! We were so blessed that Rob found a full time accounting job in February that he absolutely loves. It has been such good experience for him and he can continue to work full time while he attends SUU this fall to work on his Masters of Accountancy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArwW4Y9EnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/njCxskdesh4/s1600/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArwW4Y9EnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/njCxskdesh4/s400/IMG_1465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479456172534469234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7468975770688685556?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7468975770688685556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7468975770688685556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7468975770688685556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7468975770688685556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2010/06/congratulations-rob.html' title='Congratulations Rob'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/TArwW4Y9EnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/njCxskdesh4/s72-c/IMG_1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6691358586323812902</id><published>2009-12-13T14:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:11:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss these faces!</title><content type='html'>My sister Jenni and her kids are coming to visit me in one week! I sure miss seeing these guys all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX2ddQQQI/AAAAAAAAATs/YKVUihxF89g/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX2ddQQQI/AAAAAAAAATs/YKVUihxF89g/s400/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414830720114770178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX2BeIhtI/AAAAAAAAATk/Bx2mP15KqjI/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX2BeIhtI/AAAAAAAAATk/Bx2mP15KqjI/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414830712602265298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX1sOBGiI/AAAAAAAAATc/51csYRrnXYU/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX1sOBGiI/AAAAAAAAATc/51csYRrnXYU/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414830706897525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss this face. I get to see it everyday, but this is why I take so many pictures of my sisters kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX3DIWWuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tKBG2j1Egk8/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX3DIWWuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tKBG2j1Egk8/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414830730227636962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6691358586323812902?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6691358586323812902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6691358586323812902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6691358586323812902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6691358586323812902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-these-faces.html' title='I miss these faces!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SyVX2ddQQQI/AAAAAAAAATs/YKVUihxF89g/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5509517452861516066</id><published>2009-12-08T10:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:16:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>I've had a lot on my mind lately. I've been slipping deeper and deeper into complacency. I've been clutching to the lame excuse that I'm simply to busy to keep my life in order. I've made resolutions before to better organized and a better homemaker, but I never seem to stick it out. The difference this time is I actually WANT it for myself. Not because Rob deserves a better wife or because Robbie deserves a better mother, although both are true, but because I have noticed such a big difference in the way my life runs when I make small efforts to be a better wife and mother. &lt;br /&gt;My Mom is such an example of the kind of mother that I want to be to my children. She isn't a great cook...actually, I take that back. She is an amazing cook, but she hates cooking. We didn't need elaborate dinners on the table or an immaculate house to know that she had it together. I hope that I can teach my family in the kind way that she taught me strong family values, self worth, and integrity. &lt;br /&gt;My mom just had surgery on Monday morning to remove cancer tumors. Also, she ended up getting a portion of her bowel removed. She will be recovering in the hospital this week up in Salt Lake. I wish that I could be up there with her, but I know that she will be alright. I just hope she can still get all her Christmas shopping done from that hospital bed...ha ha just kidding mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5509517452861516066?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5509517452861516066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5509517452861516066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5509517452861516066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5509517452861516066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-349740551646261097</id><published>2009-11-11T20:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:16:32.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia Elizabeth Cloward</title><content type='html'>My sister Jenni had a baby last week. Since I have been with Jenni when she has given birth to her other kids, it was hard not to be right there. I really miss having her so close, but I'm sure she enjoyed the peace and quiet and didn't miss the inappropriate comments during labor. Sofia was born on November 3 and weighed 7lbs 10oz. Jenni had Sofia in the brand new Riverton hospital. Since they had only been open for three days they sent Sofia home with a very cute gift basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9s2nCm0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/boP3SrYgnf4/s1600-h/Sofia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9s2nCm0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/boP3SrYgnf4/s400/Sofia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050387488021314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9uOuBjBI/AAAAAAAAATU/nYRpaoIURso/s1600-h/Sofia+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9uOuBjBI/AAAAAAAAATU/nYRpaoIURso/s400/Sofia+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050411139632146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9t7C5qVI/AAAAAAAAATM/wKWWxFLE4WU/s1600-h/Sofia5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9t7C5qVI/AAAAAAAAATM/wKWWxFLE4WU/s400/Sofia5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050405858486610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9tqgxA-I/AAAAAAAAATE/qJtwgacLZfg/s1600-h/Sofia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9tqgxA-I/AAAAAAAAATE/qJtwgacLZfg/s400/Sofia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050401420346338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9texjtuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PIEiKPqf_DM/s1600-h/Sofia2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9texjtuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PIEiKPqf_DM/s400/Sofia2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050398269552354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-349740551646261097?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/349740551646261097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=349740551646261097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/349740551646261097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/349740551646261097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/sofia-elizabeth-cloward.html' title='Sofia Elizabeth Cloward'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt9s2nCm0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/boP3SrYgnf4/s72-c/Sofia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-8277303167335678258</id><published>2009-11-11T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:03:24.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter the Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt67FKEkXI/AAAAAAAAASs/rJQ3H6OC6-s/s1600-h/2009+Oct+31_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt67FKEkXI/AAAAAAAAASs/rJQ3H6OC6-s/s400/2009+Oct+31_1341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403047333376332146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8277303167335678258?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8277303167335678258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8277303167335678258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8277303167335678258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8277303167335678258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/carter-octopus.html' title='Carter the Octopus'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Svt67FKEkXI/AAAAAAAAASs/rJQ3H6OC6-s/s72-c/2009+Oct+31_1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7513690824996038243</id><published>2009-11-02T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:53:30.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Robbie didn't love Halloween this year. He didn't want anything to do with his cute Lion costume, but I managed to keep it on him long enough to get a few quick pictures. This year we went to the Ivins City trunk or treat. There were a lot of cute kids dressed up, but hardly any cars actually giving out candy. I will definitely be going back next year and handing out candy. We normally trick or treat with my sister Jenni and her kids. It was sad not having them around this year, but they had a great time up in Salt Lake. I made Carter an octopus costume this year. Last year Jenni forgot to plan a costume for him and he ended up being a very lame mummy.&lt;a href="http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't let that happen again this year. I will post a picture of Carter as soon as I get one. I can't wait for Robbie to dress up in the Octopus costume next year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_Dlboid4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vm9VDEw91KY/s1600-h/Halloween20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_Dlboid4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vm9VDEw91KY/s400/Halloween20092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399749526080878466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_DlDHYAKI/AAAAAAAAASU/7sc652vO37s/s1600-h/Halloween2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_DlDHYAKI/AAAAAAAAASU/7sc652vO37s/s400/Halloween2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399749519499329698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_DlrwsjAI/AAAAAAAAASk/JunwkWtgeVE/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_DlrwsjAI/AAAAAAAAASk/JunwkWtgeVE/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399749530410060802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7513690824996038243?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7513690824996038243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7513690824996038243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7513690824996038243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7513690824996038243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Su_Dlboid4I/AAAAAAAAASc/vm9VDEw91KY/s72-c/Halloween20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3261947504382078545</id><published>2009-10-31T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:41:08.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Robbie turned one a month ago, but I still haven't posted any pictures from his party. He had a blast opening present and eating cake. We had a zoo theme which was fun. I even made a bunch of animal cupcakes to go along with his giraffe cake and giraffe invitation.  I still cant believe that he is a year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-Zpzu8I/AAAAAAAAARk/WMRckzaL0xw/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-Zpzu8I/AAAAAAAAARk/WMRckzaL0xw/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835161371753410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyEhEUYgkI/AAAAAAAAASM/xIWMOt1n5S8/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyEhEUYgkI/AAAAAAAAASM/xIWMOt1n5S8/s400/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835756940165698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD_QFTZWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xIyWLssJPa8/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD_QFTZWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xIyWLssJPa8/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835175982589282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-7EjRrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fAkKcfhdaKc/s1600-h/robbie+invitation+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-7EjRrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fAkKcfhdaKc/s400/robbie+invitation+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835170342291122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-uLgCCI/AAAAAAAAARs/rCOWGJB3UM8/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-uLgCCI/AAAAAAAAARs/rCOWGJB3UM8/s400/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835166881777698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3261947504382078545?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3261947504382078545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3261947504382078545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3261947504382078545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3261947504382078545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/robbies-birthday-party.html' title='Robbie&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuyD-Zpzu8I/AAAAAAAAARk/WMRckzaL0xw/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-329121602824745188</id><published>2009-10-24T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:12:50.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><content type='html'>Thriller was AWESOME this year. I really think this was my favorite version so far. Robbie really liked it. He danced along with the music, and clapped after all the dances. He didn't even get scared when the zombies came up to him. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cynthia did an awesome job with the art work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuPeCfJm9UI/AAAAAAAAARc/IpvyJLTOVOk/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuPeCfJm9UI/AAAAAAAAARc/IpvyJLTOVOk/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396400912822891842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-329121602824745188?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/329121602824745188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=329121602824745188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/329121602824745188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/329121602824745188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SuPeCfJm9UI/AAAAAAAAARc/IpvyJLTOVOk/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-787363732756278525</id><published>2009-10-12T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:40:39.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Old!</title><content type='html'>Last week Robbie turned one year old. I can hardly believe that he is that old. This first year has flow by so quickly. It seems like I should still have a tiny baby. This year he has learned how to do so many things. He talks like crazy. His favorite words are Dad, Mama, Dog, Duck (his first word), Cat, Bug, Up. He even says What is that? or I want that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEdRaUSsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NBTOmm635Hc/s1600-h/RobbieOneYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEdRaUSsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NBTOmm635Hc/s400/RobbieOneYear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391939554805828290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEedYKgbI/AAAAAAAAARM/UTsBTLOVP2Q/s1600-h/RobbieOneYear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEedYKgbI/AAAAAAAAARM/UTsBTLOVP2Q/s400/RobbieOneYear5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391939575197893042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEd_h5lXI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ly4Co_vONRE/s1600-h/RobbieOneYear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEd_h5lXI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ly4Co_vONRE/s400/RobbieOneYear2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391939567185663346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEe2k3fQI/AAAAAAAAARU/vuD-DyRQj00/s1600-h/RobbieOneYear6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEe2k3fQI/AAAAAAAAARU/vuD-DyRQj00/s400/RobbieOneYear6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391939581962059010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-787363732756278525?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/787363732756278525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=787363732756278525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/787363732756278525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/787363732756278525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/StQEdRaUSsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NBTOmm635Hc/s72-c/RobbieOneYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-2786611277635241602</id><published>2009-09-19T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:43:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute</title><content type='html'>This is what Robbie's hair looked like today when he woke up from his nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SrVedaqsorI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CDNGTkJGmHg/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SrVedaqsorI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CDNGTkJGmHg/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383312789058921138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-2786611277635241602?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2786611277635241602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=2786611277635241602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2786611277635241602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2786611277635241602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SrVedaqsorI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CDNGTkJGmHg/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6059790628143377366</id><published>2009-09-13T11:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:58:29.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass and Stairs</title><content type='html'>We have been working like crazy on our yard lately. We have reached two major milestones - Grass and stairs. That's right when visiting us you no longer have to maneuver the dreaded drive way. You can now walk up nice stairs. Maybe more people will come to visit now. The grass has made a big difference. I liken it to making your bed when you want your room to look clean. Our yard looks bigger and way more inviting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0yRZddupI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QOFWe1oulsM/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0yRZddupI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QOFWe1oulsM/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012404251245202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0yRzZYfzI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Q3KZHR8Q7Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0yRzZYfzI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Q3KZHR8Q7Ac/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012411213446962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0ySYKp3rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OB8e3nGr3rs/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0ySYKp3rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OB8e3nGr3rs/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012421083782834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0ySzisPAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Q7OtZwFp3vE/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0ySzisPAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Q7OtZwFp3vE/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012428432358402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6059790628143377366?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6059790628143377366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6059790628143377366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6059790628143377366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6059790628143377366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/grass-and-stairs.html' title='Grass and Stairs'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0yRZddupI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QOFWe1oulsM/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7087432842148300187</id><published>2009-09-13T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:43:43.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff is home</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago Robs little brother Jeff came home from serving a mission in Brazil. We couldn't wait to have him home and now it is like he never left. He is such a cute uncle to Robbie. They get along so well. He is working at the Tuacahn box office with me and helping Rob out a lot with our yard. It is good to have him back!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0vK-5rguI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jpiOKVuK7Ho/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0vK-5rguI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jpiOKVuK7Ho/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381008995507733218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0vKW_SWiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a23eoM1_ouM/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0vKW_SWiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a23eoM1_ouM/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381008984793831970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7087432842148300187?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7087432842148300187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7087432842148300187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7087432842148300187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7087432842148300187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeff-is-home.html' title='Jeff is home'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0vK-5rguI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jpiOKVuK7Ho/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-8430577432685447152</id><published>2009-09-13T11:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:29:17.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Vacation</title><content type='html'>At the first of August Rob, Robbie and I took a much needed vacation to San Diego. We went with Robs brother Chris and his family. We got to go to sea world, the zoo, the beach, Padres games at Petco Park, and see Wicked! The list goes on and on. I was nervous to take Robbie on such a long trip, but he was so good. &lt;br /&gt;The day we went to the beach was so fun. I put Robbie in the sand and he hated it! He kept touching it and then scowling. I finally had to put him on a towel so he didn't have to sit in it. When we first put him in the water he cried, but then Rob starting playing with him and it was alright after that. &lt;br /&gt;Leslie and I left the boys and went to see Wicked. I have seen it three times now, and I just love it. This was the same cast I saw in SLC in May, except this time I saw the full cast. In SLC there were understudies playing the two main parts. &lt;br /&gt;San Diego is such a pretty city. We got to drive around a lot and see downtown and it was a blast. Sometimes I wish I lived in a big city. They are so cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oQzjDIGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Yw9HoSwIMZI/s1600-h/100_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oQzjDIGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Yw9HoSwIMZI/s400/100_2478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001398957842530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oQW5CHiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C0oqpuVzatI/s1600-h/100_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oQW5CHiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C0oqpuVzatI/s400/100_2464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001391265422882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPzNB5nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0jcU7-IY55I/s1600-h/100_2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPzNB5nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0jcU7-IY55I/s400/100_2408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001381685618290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPcSKTqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OaIRU00h8r0/s1600-h/100_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPcSKTqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OaIRU00h8r0/s400/100_2392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001375533125282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPEUctNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XNsS5WEnJyw/s1600-h/100_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oPEUctNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XNsS5WEnJyw/s400/100_2388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001369100268754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0rOrnO0AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JqVR__15Zjo/s1600-h/100_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0rOrnO0AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JqVR__15Zjo/s400/100_2539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381004661003046914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8430577432685447152?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8430577432685447152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8430577432685447152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8430577432685447152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8430577432685447152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-diego-vacation.html' title='San Diego Vacation'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sq0oQzjDIGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Yw9HoSwIMZI/s72-c/100_2478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3312713106587978296</id><published>2009-07-14T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:45:09.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Tuacahn Funnies...thus far</title><content type='html'>"There is a $5.00 handling PEE per event." - said by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So is the Wonderful Wednesday discount...is that on Wednesday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you bathrooms like? Are they outhouses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got tickets for tonight, but my wife has diarrhea." - Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are there any nights that it doesn't cost to come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like tickets for Footless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time does Flash Dance start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we supposed to bring our own seats?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3312713106587978296?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3312713106587978296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3312713106587978296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3312713106587978296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3312713106587978296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-of-tuacahn-funniesthus-far.html' title='Best of Tuacahn Funnies...thus far'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5876785818772781355</id><published>2009-07-04T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:36:21.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy, but good. Little Rob is getting so big. He seriously does something new everyday. I can hardly keep up with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S72wuBII/AAAAAAAAAPE/uWsP_XbJNzg/s1600-h/3Summer09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S72wuBII/AAAAAAAAAPE/uWsP_XbJNzg/s400/3Summer09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660038976603266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7rBMrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3pX0nHRMqFQ/s1600-h/5summer09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7rBMrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3pX0nHRMqFQ/s400/5summer09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660035824495698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7SbnBPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QGzW7Ye2nNY/s1600-h/2Summer09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7SbnBPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QGzW7Ye2nNY/s400/2Summer09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660029224387826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7IWjEJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dhFpd3pWr9A/s1600-h/1Summer09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S7IWjEJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dhFpd3pWr9A/s400/1Summer09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354660026518802578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5876785818772781355?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5876785818772781355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5876785818772781355' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5876785818772781355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5876785818772781355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-pictures.html' title='Just Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sk-S72wuBII/AAAAAAAAAPE/uWsP_XbJNzg/s72-c/3Summer09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-429913823429132139</id><published>2009-05-09T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:56:31.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>The last weekend in April I went to see Wicked at the capitol theatre in Salt Lake City.  Last year I went to see it in LA with some box office friends and loved it so much! I knew I had to see it when it came to Utah. Rob was unable to come because he had finals the next week and had to stay home and study. Luckily Stephanie was able to come instead. It was so great to have her.  Glinda and Elphaba were both understudies for our performance. Elphaba was amazing, but I thought Glinda struggled with comedic timing. Fieryo was my all time favorite. He was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;I am alreay planning when I can see it again.&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Salt Lake I really wanted to ride Trax. Call me silly, but I had never been on public transportation and I really wanted the experience. So at 9:00pm we headed to a trax station in Sandy and rode all the way downtown to temple square. It was a pretty lonely ride, but fun. The temple was beautiful. When we went to get back on Trax to go back to Sandy the trains were all so crowded because the Jazz game had just ended.  We could barely find a place to stand. As we were all standing for the long ride back to the hotel I couldn't help but say..."This is more what I had in mind."  What a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0dyADmmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vQzIE0Uw-k4/s1600-h/3299_84075066355_708921355_2300953_5695598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0dyADmmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vQzIE0Uw-k4/s400/3299_84075066355_708921355_2300953_5695598_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867757421435490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0eMEsd_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0ER5_W6_QHY/s1600-h/n708921355_2292025_6785776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0eMEsd_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0ER5_W6_QHY/s400/n708921355_2292025_6785776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867764420212722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0d3fZTYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/n71zaC92KBc/s1600-h/n708921355_2292016_4162956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0d3fZTYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/n71zaC92KBc/s400/n708921355_2292016_4162956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867758895058306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0dkIBlQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmlRWo7EMfw/s1600-h/3299_84075056355_708921355_2300951_3110238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0dkIBlQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rmlRWo7EMfw/s400/3299_84075056355_708921355_2300951_3110238_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333867753696761090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-429913823429132139?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/429913823429132139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=429913823429132139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/429913823429132139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/429913823429132139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/wicked.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SgW0dyADmmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vQzIE0Uw-k4/s72-c/3299_84075066355_708921355_2300953_5695598_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5268920984454965123</id><published>2009-05-02T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:39:19.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Things I'm Looking Forward To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rob finishing his last final&lt;br /&gt;2. Losing weight&lt;br /&gt;3. Robbie crawling&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;5. The day I become a stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;6. Cleaning my house&lt;br /&gt;7. Rob finishing his Masters &lt;br /&gt;8. Next weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Things I Did Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked &lt;br /&gt;2. Went to meetings &lt;br /&gt;3. Worked some more&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Rob at work &lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Derrik and Amber's for Ice Cream and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate dinner at Bajios (buy one get one free)&lt;br /&gt;7. Fell asleep with Robbie in my arms&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Things I Wish I Could Do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay at home&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean my house&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish my landscaping&lt;br /&gt;5. Get more organized&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk with animals&lt;br /&gt;7. Math&lt;br /&gt;8. Help Rob with homework  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Shows I Watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2. Life&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrity Apprentice &lt;br /&gt;4. Judge Judy&lt;br /&gt;5. Judge Joe Brown&lt;br /&gt;6. Kristina's Court&lt;br /&gt;7. Lost&lt;br /&gt;8. 24  (or at least I would watch all these shows if I had cable)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5268920984454965123?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5268920984454965123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5268920984454965123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5268920984454965123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5268920984454965123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-905258556025101387</id><published>2009-04-12T10:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:24:21.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosco</title><content type='html'>A while back we had to say goodbye to a dear pet named Bosco. We had been turtle sitting for a year and a half for Rob's little brother Jeff. But Bosco needed a bigger home so we let him go in a pond. As you can tell from the video we were all really sad to see him go...especially Robbie. We visit him at the pond every once in a while but we haven't seen him since. 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I can't believe that he is already 6 months old. He can sit up for minutes at a time now and rolls all over the floor like he owns the place. He sits up best when he has something in his hands and mouth. When he looks to the side he tends to lose balance and fall over so I have to distract him with things like my cell phone. His favorite thing to do it pull a blanket or towel over his face and play peek a boo. We'll keep removing the blanket from his face and he laughs and pulls it back over his face. He has even started to pull the blanket down himself when you say things like "where is the baby?" I am so lucky to be a mother and I'm loving every minute of it.   &lt;br /&gt;I know its been forever since I've posted so I'm including pictures from his first food, first trip to Zion, and of course sitting up pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSOXBVV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ky41a4ZrGlc/s1600-h/100_2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSOXBVV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ky41a4ZrGlc/s400/100_2046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321797053831272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSN7KEblI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BEhfUtxDwoI/s1600-h/100_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSN7KEblI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BEhfUtxDwoI/s400/100_2043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321797046351720018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSNg2ORUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5PbkwN0cpIA/s1600-h/100_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSNg2ORUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5PbkwN0cpIA/s400/100_2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321797039289156930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR9IJqBhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HbU8lQDeuiM/s1600-h/100_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR9IJqBhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HbU8lQDeuiM/s400/100_2017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796757781874194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrXbQvGRlI/AAAAAAAAANM/Rl3zUQ7uLUs/s1600-h/robbie+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrXbQvGRlI/AAAAAAAAANM/Rl3zUQ7uLUs/s400/robbie+eating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321802773040612946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR8luJkjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XhuF6uMlsrY/s1600-h/100_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR8luJkjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XhuF6uMlsrY/s400/100_1363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796748539695666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR8D6umLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9qtSvJARSE/s1600-h/100_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR8D6umLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9qtSvJARSE/s400/100_1362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796739465648306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR78yXu-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rLjADIfAw9w/s1600-h/100_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR78yXu-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rLjADIfAw9w/s400/100_1346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796737551547362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR7oqJ_4I/AAAAAAAAAME/Wf4q87VhjS8/s1600-h/100_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrR7oqJ_4I/AAAAAAAAAME/Wf4q87VhjS8/s400/100_1327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796732148383618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4732990315341829059?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4732990315341829059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4732990315341829059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4732990315341829059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4732990315341829059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-months-and-more.html' title='6 months and more'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SdrSOXBVV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ky41a4ZrGlc/s72-c/100_2046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6820152480856842929</id><published>2009-03-10T12:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:54:01.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenni and Jeff</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post lots of thing lately, but for now I am just going to post some pictures I took of my sister Jenni and her husband Jeff. My sister Jenni has to be one of my most favorite people ever! She is so much fun and such a great example to me. Plus she lets me take pictures of her beautiful face all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4e-0NbRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Cjisoi5D8Tw/s1600-h/jenni+n+jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4e-0NbRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Cjisoi5D8Tw/s400/jenni+n+jeff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635652927646994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4eJCMntI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z5Pb5InBSgM/s1600-h/Jenni+and+Jeff+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4eJCMntI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z5Pb5InBSgM/s400/Jenni+and+Jeff+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635638490799826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4eIedJlI/AAAAAAAAALs/OOqkYjKeMt4/s1600-h/Jenni+and+Jeff+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4eIedJlI/AAAAAAAAALs/OOqkYjKeMt4/s400/Jenni+and+Jeff+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635638340888146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4dQVk8MI/AAAAAAAAALk/jGj5hc0yqjg/s1600-h/Jenni+and+Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4dQVk8MI/AAAAAAAAALk/jGj5hc0yqjg/s400/Jenni+and+Jeff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635623271264450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6820152480856842929?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6820152480856842929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6820152480856842929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6820152480856842929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6820152480856842929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/jenni-and-jeff.html' title='Jenni and Jeff'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/Sba4e-0NbRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Cjisoi5D8Tw/s72-c/jenni+n+jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-9108553127510176750</id><published>2009-02-16T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:57:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SZo4VvhKbOI/AAAAAAAAALc/bjMNP4ae49Q/s1600-h/Robbie+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SZo4VvhKbOI/AAAAAAAAALc/bjMNP4ae49Q/s400/Robbie+Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613457366150370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo of Robbie for Valentines Day.  I thought it turned out so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-9108553127510176750?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/9108553127510176750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=9108553127510176750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/9108553127510176750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/9108553127510176750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SZo4VvhKbOI/AAAAAAAAALc/bjMNP4ae49Q/s72-c/Robbie+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3012039007760644713</id><published>2009-01-31T12:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:56:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenni's Family Pics</title><content type='html'>I've been getting interested in photography lately. Not really to become a photographer, but to make my own family albums look better. Jenni is so nice and lets me practice on her family. They are such good sports, because I am always wanting to take their picture. Of course, I still have a lot to learn, but here are the latest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrx5J1TSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Wtys3W-E508/s1600-h/clowards09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrx5J1TSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Wtys3W-E508/s400/clowards09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297547935338548514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrz-LPsaI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q5RhQ6gsBqA/s1600-h/carter092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrz-LPsaI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q5RhQ6gsBqA/s400/carter092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297547971046388130"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrzaZuMMI/AAAAAAAAALM/crZnXBQrC54/s1600-h/carter09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrzaZuMMI/AAAAAAAAALM/crZnXBQrC54/s400/carter09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297547961443430594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSryuzyYnI/AAAAAAAAALE/9-ESh_nBkNc/s1600-h/syd092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSryuzyYnI/AAAAAAAAALE/9-ESh_nBkNc/s400/syd092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297547949741597298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSryYBazgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cfnHpeXC78g/s1600-h/abbi09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSryYBazgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cfnHpeXC78g/s400/abbi09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297547943624756738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3012039007760644713?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3012039007760644713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3012039007760644713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3012039007760644713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3012039007760644713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/01/jennis-family-pics.html' title='Jenni&apos;s Family Pics'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSrx5J1TSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Wtys3W-E508/s72-c/clowards09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7894433499890410454</id><published>2009-01-31T12:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:45:48.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSp0wKvA6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TrphLkfN68A/s1600-h/100_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSp0wKvA6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TrphLkfN68A/s400/100_1998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297545785442763682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie is getting so big. He will be 4 months old next week and I cant believe it. He is such a happy baby, and is always laughing and smiling...unless it is bed time. He fights going to sleep but once he falls asleep he is out. Last night he slept for 11 hours only waking up once to eat. About a week ago he started rolling over. My mom noticed that he was getting close so she picked him up off the floor so I wouldn't miss it while I was at work. She is the best babysitter EVER. Later that night, at Derrik and Amber's house, he did it. I couldn't believe it - he is so stinkin' big. He can roll from him stomach to his back but he is not interested in going the other way yet. &lt;br /&gt;Rob has a heck of a load at work this semester. He is taking a tax class that requires a crazy amount of homework. I hardly ever see him because he is always doing homework, but I am so proud of him and am amazed how much he still helps out with Robbie and housework. I am the luckiest gal around. I love you Rob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7894433499890410454?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7894433499890410454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7894433499890410454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7894433499890410454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7894433499890410454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-is-for-big-boy.html' title='B is for Big Boy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SYSp0wKvA6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TrphLkfN68A/s72-c/100_1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-2338033306022829738</id><published>2009-01-01T13:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:46:17.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was so much fun. I really wanted to stay at my moms house on Christmas eve and Rob was a good sport and came along. I just don't know how many more opportunities we will have to all be together on Christmas morning. My sister Jenni and her family, and my brother Sol and his kids also stayed the night. It was a full house. Little Robbie must have known it was an exciting night because he would not fall asleep. Finally at about 2 am we were headed for bed. Of course Robbie had no idea what was really happening, but it was so much fun to see him on Christmas. Both sets of grandparents spoiled him rotten. In the morning my dad, Rob, and I made breakfast for the family. After breakfast and playing with new toys we headed over to Knowltons to talk to Jeff. It was so great to talk to him! He only has about 8 months left in Brazil before he comes home. I cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_Z28_0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J02jh1duFRU/s1600-h/100_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_Z28_0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J02jh1duFRU/s400/100_1001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426607341076290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the grandkids in their new Christmas pajamas. They were all so excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_9THpsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/D4IOy6y11DI/s1600-h/100_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_9THpsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/D4IOy6y11DI/s400/100_1035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426616854456002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0pAF4Fv3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1_O9iHA_jkg/s1600-h/100_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0pAF4Fv3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/1_O9iHA_jkg/s400/100_1065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426619157004146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_jEHvKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ACgARicl-l0/s1600-h/100_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_jEHvKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ACgARicl-l0/s400/100_1029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426609812225186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0pAt1N7uI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ljIcbVfFaVE/s1600-h/100_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0pAt1N7uI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ljIcbVfFaVE/s400/100_1077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286426629882375906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a white Christmas before so when it was snowing all night Christmas eve and we woke up with a bunch of snow on the ground I was so excited. Santa even made us a snowman before he left. I understand that we were quite lucky because in St. George (my parents live in Ivins) none of the snow stuck to the ground and they woke up with a wet, mushy Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-2338033306022829738?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2338033306022829738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=2338033306022829738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2338033306022829738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2338033306022829738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SV0o_Z28_0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J02jh1duFRU/s72-c/100_1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5576213985227659311</id><published>2008-12-23T22:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:51:12.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First picture with Santa</title><content type='html'>Rob and I took Robbie down to the mall for his first picture with Santa. I was expecting to stand in a long line, but it was really slow. We walked right up. Robbie is getting so big. It is so fun to get him laughing and smiling. He is such a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SVHNsSNx66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VBMWvDoXYmM/s1600-h/100_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SVHNsSNx66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VBMWvDoXYmM/s400/100_0972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283229998569876386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5576213985227659311?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5576213985227659311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5576213985227659311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5576213985227659311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5576213985227659311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-picture-with-santa.html' title='First picture with Santa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SVHNsSNx66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VBMWvDoXYmM/s72-c/100_0972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3096711827450481395</id><published>2008-12-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:24:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For Thanksgiving Rob and I went over to his parents house. It was especially fun because Nonnie and Nonno were visiting from California and they had never seen Robbie. Dinner was very nice and Grandma Knowlton was pretty well behaved. (Last year she started asking everyone about their weight at the dinner table...) I was in charge of making the pies. Rob and I made an apple pie and a banana cream pie. After dinner Rob ended up falling asleep on the floor with Robbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/STb3xj2LfSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b9acw63PVrk/s1600-h/100_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/STb3xj2LfSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b9acw63PVrk/s400/100_0861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275676444319251746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/STb3xMabMrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oM9YFtycYy4/s1600-h/100_0867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/STb3xMabMrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oM9YFtycYy4/s400/100_0867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275676438028825266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3096711827450481395?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3096711827450481395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3096711827450481395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3096711827450481395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3096711827450481395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-and-baby-blessing.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/STb3xj2LfSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b9acw63PVrk/s72-c/100_0861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4362973796915249061</id><published>2008-11-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:26:39.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's back to work I go</title><content type='html'>I started back to work at Tuacahn this week. It was really nice to be home during the day with my new baby, and I was really nervious about coming back to work. I get to bring Robbie with me to work for a couple of hours a day, which has been so nice. If I have a meeting or get really busy I can just run the baby to my mom's house down the street. She is so great to help watch him. If I didn't have her there is no way I could be back to work. My mom (and dad and sister and grandma)is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;I actually have been having a good time being back to work. I forgot that this place does have some really great perks. The people are awesome and I love being here with them. Plus Tuacahn puts on some really great shows and right now we are just in the process of puting the 2009 season together. The lineup of concerts for 09 is the best ever! I'm most excited for Julianne Hough and Brian Regan. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby so much when I am not with him, but I am so glad that I have an opportunity to help provide for my family. Even though I cant wait until I get to stay home full time with my family, I am so blessed to have this job with good pay and great benifits (especially with the economy the way it is). It helps so much while we are trying to get Rob done with school. Well, back to work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4362973796915249061?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4362973796915249061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4362973796915249061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4362973796915249061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4362973796915249061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-back-to-work-i-go.html' title='Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It&apos;s back to work I go'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-5346328109397916337</id><published>2008-11-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:56:10.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SSG6Fr763KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NVHr819h-4c/s1600-h/family+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SSG6Fr763KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NVHr819h-4c/s400/family+pic+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269697645856349346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SSG6FE-OilI/AAAAAAAAAJM/McBsFVxvaRM/s1600-h/100_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SSG6FE-OilI/AAAAAAAAAJM/McBsFVxvaRM/s400/100_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269697635397044818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5346328109397916337?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5346328109397916337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5346328109397916337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5346328109397916337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5346328109397916337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SSG6Fr763KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NVHr819h-4c/s72-c/family+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3730450310299242028</id><published>2008-11-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:48:33.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SR250-OisMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KbgfaM8LUhw/s1600-h/Robbie+pumpkins+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SR250-OisMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KbgfaM8LUhw/s400/Robbie+pumpkins+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571458801676482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SR250vYOnsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TsaWuVDe4Qo/s1600-h/Robbie+pumpkins+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SR250vYOnsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TsaWuVDe4Qo/s400/Robbie+pumpkins+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571454815772354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Leslie and Chris for the darling fall outfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3730450310299242028?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3730450310299242028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3730450310299242028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3730450310299242028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3730450310299242028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-to-leslie-and-chris-for-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SR250-OisMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KbgfaM8LUhw/s72-c/Robbie+pumpkins+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-1200812676056461715</id><published>2008-11-01T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:18:11.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>For Halloween Rob, Robbie, and I went to Trunk or Treat at the church by my sisters house. It has been a family tradition ever since her ward started doing trunk or treat a few years ago. All the family meets at the church and my Grandpa Gardner gets to pass out all the candy. The church is in Dixie Downs (and no offense to anyone who lives in Dixie Downs...I grew up there myself) boy do you see some strange people. This year Jenni didn't get Carter a costume and she didn't really think about what he was going to be until an hour before trunk or treating. We looked through he box of costumes and decided that he didn't want to be princess Aurora or Tinkerbell so we ended up wrapping him up in old cut up t-shirts and he was a mummy. He looked cute, but it was a pretty lame costume. Robbie got to dress up like a jack-o-lantern which was really just a bib, hat, and fun slippers. He didn't really get into his first Halloween very much. Maybe he will enjoy it more next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5JQsD2BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JQ6v68EBVg/s1600-h/100_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5JQsD2BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JQ6v68EBVg/s400/100_0653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785633238997010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5H7OtH-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PXjjj4uyAj8/s1600-h/100_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5H7OtH-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PXjjj4uyAj8/s400/100_0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785610298859490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5J87xaXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vgnPSsLZ8NA/s1600-h/carter+mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5J87xaXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vgnPSsLZ8NA/s400/carter+mummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785645116057970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-1200812676056461715?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1200812676056461715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=1200812676056461715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1200812676056461715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1200812676056461715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQy5JQsD2BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JQ6v68EBVg/s72-c/100_0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4106699303529219424</id><published>2008-10-31T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:19:04.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQs90tyrGFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HGV9oHN1isg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQs90tyrGFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HGV9oHN1isg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263368565367183442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found out the Wicked was coming to Salt Lake on tour next year, I knew I had to get tickets. Well so did every other person in the whole wide world because it was sold out before they even went on sale. I found out the other day that Zions bank was doing a special pre-sale today. I went online and tried and tried to get tickets, but the site was not responding because of to much traffic. Luckily my mom passed on using the internet and just called the box office. After an hour of trying to get through we finally got a real person and 8 tickets to see Wicked in April. I cant wait! Earlier this year I went and saw it it LA with some friends. It was AMAZING. In fact we almost purchased tickets to see it again back to back. I'm super excited to see it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4106699303529219424?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4106699303529219424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4106699303529219424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4106699303529219424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4106699303529219424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/wicked.html' title='Wicked!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQs90tyrGFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HGV9oHN1isg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7690533422408382048</id><published>2008-10-28T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:18:49.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that Robbie is already three weeks old. He has already changed so much. He now weighs over 9lbs. The last three weeks being pregnant were the longest of my life, but the next three weeks were some of the fastest.  At night he gets colicky and cries for a few hours, but other than that he has been such a good baby. He is really alert and so much fun to stare at. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQfUafB-w0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJTLAAo9lbo/s1600-h/100_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQfUafB-w0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJTLAAo9lbo/s400/100_0552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262408241077207874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7690533422408382048?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7690533422408382048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7690533422408382048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7690533422408382048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7690533422408382048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-weeks-old.html' title='Three Weeks Old'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQfUafB-w0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fJTLAAo9lbo/s72-c/100_0552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5939274100102293808</id><published>2008-10-28T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:56:23.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Wells Knowlton I, II, III, and IV</title><content type='html'>When we found out we were having a little boy, Rob really wanted to name him Robert Wells Knowlton, IV. He thinks it is a cool tradition and didn't want it to end with him. I understand that there might be times when it is confusing to have so many Roberts, but I also think it is very neat to be named after so many wonderful men. This picture is priceless. I hope we have many more pictures of the four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdRBCut4rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vk8nBKZZfVA/s1600-h/100_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdRBCut4rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vk8nBKZZfVA/s400/100_0581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262263767960249010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5939274100102293808?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5939274100102293808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5939274100102293808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5939274100102293808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5939274100102293808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/robert-wells-knowlton-i-ii-iii-and-iv.html' title='Robert Wells Knowlton I, II, III, and IV'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdRBCut4rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vk8nBKZZfVA/s72-c/100_0581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4179389029985202822</id><published>2008-10-28T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:49:18.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Blessing</title><content type='html'>This weekend Chris and Leslie came down to St. George to bless their baby. Andrew is such a cute baby. It was fun seeing how big he is..especially compared to Robbie. I think it will be so fun for Robbie to have a cousin so close in age, and I hope they become very good friends. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQRop5-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HMx035pDodE/s1600-h/100_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQRop5-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HMx035pDodE/s400/100_0596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262953506896482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQQ55B8QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P1jzzNnwGF4/s1600-h/100_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQQ55B8QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P1jzzNnwGF4/s400/100_0587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262940953866498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQRa-hJrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PXB8-5Yz1o/s1600-h/100_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQRa-hJrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PXB8-5Yz1o/s400/100_0580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262262949835253426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4179389029985202822?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4179389029985202822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4179389029985202822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4179389029985202822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4179389029985202822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrews-blessing.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdQRop5-mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HMx035pDodE/s72-c/100_0596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-198874665367295174</id><published>2008-10-28T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:42:18.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked pictures...take 2</title><content type='html'>Here are the results from our 2nd naked photo shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrx8m_uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-60LdVlr_Z4/s1600-h/100_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrx8m_uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-60LdVlr_Z4/s400/100_0634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261203654606562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrWa1RgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u0LtXM9xP0Q/s1600-h/robbie+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrWa1RgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u0LtXM9xP0Q/s400/robbie+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261196265178626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrKW_GBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K4CwelRN8kk/s1600-h/robbie+yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrKW_GBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K4CwelRN8kk/s400/robbie+yawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261193027819538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-198874665367295174?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/198874665367295174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=198874665367295174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/198874665367295174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/198874665367295174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/naked-picturestake-2.html' title='Naked pictures...take 2'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SQdOrx8m_uI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-60LdVlr_Z4/s72-c/100_0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6577450167166817212</id><published>2008-10-18T11:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:40:02.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>naked pictures</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to take some cute naked pictures of Robbie. I waited until he was good and asleep so that he would look like an angel, but as soon as i set him down he woke right up and started making funny faces. I guess he still looks like an angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPoXEsgsgDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BpwC2kJY6Y0/s1600-h/100_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPoXEsgsgDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BpwC2kJY6Y0/s400/100_0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540884343685170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPoXExDT7zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3_PeiMNO7T8/s1600-h/100_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPoXExDT7zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3_PeiMNO7T8/s400/100_0551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540885562617650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6577450167166817212?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6577450167166817212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6577450167166817212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6577450167166817212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6577450167166817212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/naked-pictures.html' title='naked pictures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPoXEsgsgDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BpwC2kJY6Y0/s72-c/100_0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7435806412918670972</id><published>2008-10-11T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:21:09.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Wells Knowlton, IV</title><content type='html'>Robert Wells Knowlton was finally born on October 6th at 3:25 pm. He weighs in at 8lbs 1 oz and 20 inches long (although they joked in the delivery room he would lose an inch of that when the cone head went away). I was scheduled to be induced sometime between midnight and midnight on the 6th so I wasn't sure exactly how to prepare. Luckily they called me in at 6:30 am. (I found out when they moved me upstairs that some people being induced still hadn't been called at 6:30 pm.) After I got hooked up to the monitor they noticed I was already having some pretty good contractions on my own. Time flew by and by 3:00 I was ready to push out my baby boy. What a miracle he is. I think he looks more like Rob's side of the family but only time will tell. He is such a good baby, and we are so lucky to have him in our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPGI4N58i5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aqV7ip4nUkE/s1600-h/100_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPGI4N58i5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aqV7ip4nUkE/s400/100_0424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132739504835474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPGI4EkNU2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-DhUuTXe6u4/s1600-h/100_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPGI4EkNU2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-DhUuTXe6u4/s400/100_0425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132736997741410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7435806412918670972?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7435806412918670972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7435806412918670972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7435806412918670972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7435806412918670972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/robert-wells-knowlton-iv.html' title='Robert Wells Knowlton, IV'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SPGI4N58i5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aqV7ip4nUkE/s72-c/100_0424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5393159386491377306</id><published>2008-10-02T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:11:25.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>I went into the Dr. yesterday and since I am over my due date they set up a time to induce labor. If I don't have little Robbie by Monday Oct. 6th then they will start me. I really wanted to go into labor myself, but if it doesn't happen by Monday I am more than happy to let them go in after him. I'll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5393159386491377306?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5393159386491377306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5393159386491377306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5393159386491377306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5393159386491377306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-5485160727009464224</id><published>2008-09-30T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:48:51.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of it...</title><content type='html'>When you first start out and you are looking at that stick you peed on you are feeling so much joy. As time rolls by, and you start throwing up and feeling sick all the time, you still smile and think of how cute the little baby will be. Then you start showing. You cant wait to put on that first maternity outfit and show the world you are expecting. However, after nine months you are so done with being pregnant that you really don't care how much it is going to hurt, how many people are going to be checking you out "down there", what else is going to come out when you push, or how many sleepless nights are ahead of you...you just are done.  I am happy to say that I have reached that point. If I walk into one more store and have all the ladies say "oh my goodness you look so cute!" I think I will punch someone. But if you must see how cute the bump is...here are some pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPoTOFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUDlN01ex9c/s1600-h/100_1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPoTOFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUDlN01ex9c/s400/100_1981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252011072634623346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPH4t2YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mwbnqtG6M88/s1600-h/100_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPH4t2YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mwbnqtG6M88/s400/100_0317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252011063933524354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPb6wRcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fmndmEDPSrw/s1600-h/100_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPb6wRcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fmndmEDPSrw/s400/100_0353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252011069310780866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8 months. (still happy about being pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkOpwd_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yu3VOlTs4pA/s1600-h/100_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkOpwd_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yu3VOlTs4pA/s400/100_0311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252011055845867346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cankles. (They, by the way, are not happy about being pregnant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5485160727009464224?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5485160727009464224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5485160727009464224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5485160727009464224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5485160727009464224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-of-it.html' title='Sick of it...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SOLkPoTOFXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kUDlN01ex9c/s72-c/100_1981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6346265039521174640</id><published>2008-08-05T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:24:22.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband is a Super Hero</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we found out that our neighbors tree roots had grown into our sewer system. Rotor Rooter came out and diagnosed the problem and gave us a quote of about $2800.00 to fix the problem. Needless to say I was really discouraged. We decided to spend a few days at my moms house while we decided what to do. In the mean time Robbie started asking around and was encouraged that it was a project he could do himself. He started ripping the cement up out of our driveway to find the sewer line. After a few days of digging he found the root growing in at one of the seams and cut open the line to find a 4 foot root growing down the line. My husband is somewhat of a clean freak (I love you Robbie, but you are) so dealing with sewer line was not his idea of a good time. He got everything all cleaned out and the line replaced and now it is working like new. I am so impressed that he was able to complete a project like this with no prior plumbing experience, and while working on it only in his spare time. His hard work saved us about $2600.00. I am so lucky to have a husband that is such a hard worker. He is truly my super hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6346265039521174640?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6346265039521174640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6346265039521174640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6346265039521174640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6346265039521174640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband-is-super-hero.html' title='My Husband is a Super Hero'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-7195906527973026075</id><published>2008-07-31T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:03:47.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuacahn Funnies</title><content type='html'>My friend Cynthia gave me a great idea for a blog post. Here at the box office we keep a list of the "Funny" things people say on the phone. Sometimes with the things that go on around here I think we could have a reality show. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your total is $88.00." "Is that total the total total?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you cancel your show for heat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is considered the weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I give you my name can you look up where I sat last year?" sigh "Sure, you were on row J." "Oh! Well, I want to be on row F." (if you knew where you wanted to sit why did I have to look up last year? grr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was there a couple of years ago and saw the show NEVADA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your total is $39.00." "What! We have to pay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are getting so big I am going to start calling you Three-acahn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to have to put you on hold for a minute. A police officer is about to give me a ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a confirmation number for you." "Oh, well I am in the bathroom and don't have anything to write with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Row P is to close. I want something around row Q"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have show Aug. 18 - 21." "Nothing at all?" "No." "So Les Mis isn't playing that Tuesday?" "No." "So, you have no shows playing the night of the 19th?" "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really go on and on and on, but I will stop there. Just thinking about these special people makes me smile. I might have to post more of these later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7195906527973026075?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7195906527973026075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7195906527973026075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7195906527973026075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7195906527973026075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuacahn-funnies.html' title='Tuacahn Funnies'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-7921005536586971495</id><published>2008-07-18T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:34.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months...a little late</title><content type='html'>I'm late posting my 6 month picture (I'm 6 months along as of July 1). I'm now in my third trimester and I keep wondering where time went. Things are going by so quickly! I'm going to have a new baby before you know it. Robbie and I arranged our baby room the other day and it is adorable. I will post pictures of that soon. I've quit working at the Day Spa and it has been very nice to have the extra time to get everything done. Oh yeah, this picture also shows my new hair cut. I got it cut a lot shorter. It has been so much nicer in the heat this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SIF3EUlhDTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nQzcsJ7RQQ0/s1600-h/100_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SIF3EUlhDTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nQzcsJ7RQQ0/s400/100_0121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224587958855732530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7921005536586971495?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7921005536586971495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7921005536586971495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7921005536586971495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7921005536586971495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-monthsa-little-late.html' title='6 Months...a little late'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SIF3EUlhDTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nQzcsJ7RQQ0/s72-c/100_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-94015747549104741</id><published>2008-07-15T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:35.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>This weekend Robbie and I went to Lake Powell with some of my family. We had such a good time. We had a bunch of kids there and that made things really fun. Being 6 plus months pregnant I thought that I would be miserable the whole time, but I still had a blast. The days were a little overcast and windy at times so the heat wasn't unbearable.  My ankles got really swollen (they do that even in St. George), but getting in the water helped out a lot with that. My cousin Renae fell while getting off the boat and broke her foot. They had to drive 3 hours to a hospital, but then she came back with a walking boot and was fine the rest of the trip. I would have to say that the best part was taking some time off from work and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMRjEgPSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RkMVPVLnrj0/s1600-h/lisa+and+rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMRjEgPSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RkMVPVLnrj0/s400/lisa+and+rob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274269686906146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I from the top of the houseboat. All of the kids on the boat already told me that I am missing a strap on my swimsuit - so you don't have to let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMSIstcpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ogt52Vw55tE/s1600-h/100_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMSIstcpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ogt52Vw55tE/s400/100_0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274279787655826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie on the tube with my niece Abbi and my cousin Ty. Abbi was scared to be riding with the big boys, but she did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMSRN91RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Io0I7nZQsT4/s1600-h/100_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMSRN91RI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Io0I7nZQsT4/s400/100_0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274282074625298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie knee boarding for the first time. He got up on the second try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMTWxbHuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r1WqU2V6F00/s1600-h/100_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMTWxbHuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r1WqU2V6F00/s400/100_0239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274300745391842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is one good thing about being pregnant and having to get up and pee 3 times a night.  You don't miss out on great sunrises like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-94015747549104741?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/94015747549104741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=94015747549104741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/94015747549104741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/94015747549104741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SHzMRjEgPSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RkMVPVLnrj0/s72-c/lisa+and+rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3923228953115224358</id><published>2008-07-07T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:35:47.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Today isn't really a sad day.  The sad day happened two weeks ago, but I am only blogging about it now. 2 years ago for our anniversary Robbie got me 2 green iguanas. He is so very romantic (apparently the pet store was having a sale 2 iguanas for $30.00).  We named them Jack and Felipe and for a long time they were my only babies although I would never touch them.  A couple of weeks ago Felipe started getting really sick and wouldn't eat anything.  Robbie tried very hard to nurse him back to health, but he died.  Now I only have one iguana. It was very sad to say goodbye to Felipe, but hopefully that means that Jack wont lay any more eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3923228953115224358?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3923228953115224358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3923228953115224358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3923228953115224358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3923228953115224358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-8568150744381369851</id><published>2008-07-01T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:44:50.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Your Grail</title><content type='html'>Last night I went with some friends from the box office down to Las Vegas to see Spamalot. We have some Tuacahn friends that are performing in the show and we thought it would be fun to go and see them. Call me crazy but I have never seen any Monty Python movie. The show started off slow for me and I thought I was in for a long night, but after about 20 minutes I was laughing harder than I have in a long time. I loved everything about the show, and the music was hilarious. After the show we got to go back stage and see everything involved with the show. It is so different from our outdoor theatre. We didn't get home until 2:00 this morning so I am very tired, but I am glad that I went to see the show. What an experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8568150744381369851?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8568150744381369851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8568150744381369851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8568150744381369851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8568150744381369851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/07/spamalot.html' title='Find Your Grail'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-4322264417404439467</id><published>2008-06-08T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:36.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEwcnzG6JBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ynU6BXk5RD4/s1600-h/100_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEwcnzG6JBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ynU6BXk5RD4/s400/100_0119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570339020481554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Robbie and his parents started working on our front yard.  When we moved in it was a mess.  They had some grass growing but the slope of the yard made it almost impossible to hold water so it was mostly dead grass and weeds.  We are putting up two terraces to flatten out the yard and also some stairs so you don't have to hike the driveway when you come to see us. It doesn't look like much now but you will be amazed when it is finished. We will have the best looking yard on the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4322264417404439467?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4322264417404439467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4322264417404439467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4322264417404439467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4322264417404439467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/front-yard.html' title='Front Yard'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEwcnzG6JBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ynU6BXk5RD4/s72-c/100_0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-7018535043436353733</id><published>2008-06-01T18:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:36.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEM6yYrGw6I/AAAAAAAAADk/r4QmsevNcBk/s1600-h/100_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEM6yYrGw6I/AAAAAAAAADk/r4QmsevNcBk/s400/100_0079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207070231461544866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about 5 months along today.  I am glad that I am starting to show more. I still dont get very many people guessing that I am pregnant, but that is probably a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7018535043436353733?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7018535043436353733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7018535043436353733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7018535043436353733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7018535043436353733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SEM6yYrGw6I/AAAAAAAAADk/r4QmsevNcBk/s72-c/100_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-27729351487395027</id><published>2008-05-28T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:36.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SD4dCiHnycI/AAAAAAAAADc/NeNB3n5jSrQ/s1600-h/100_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SD4dCiHnycI/AAAAAAAAADc/NeNB3n5jSrQ/s400/100_0061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205630148642589122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a new digital camera.  I am also going to be getting some photography books and taking a few classes if I have time. I am very excited to be learning more about photography and my camera.  I love taking pictures, especially of my nieces and nephews and I cant wait to take pictures of my little baby.  I took this picture the other night from my backyard while Robbie was pulling weeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-27729351487395027?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/27729351487395027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=27729351487395027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/27729351487395027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/27729351487395027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-hobby.html' title='New hobby'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/SD4dCiHnycI/AAAAAAAAADc/NeNB3n5jSrQ/s72-c/100_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4700016182132822089</id><published>2008-05-28T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:57:05.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!</title><content type='html'>It has been way to long since I have posted anything on my blog.  Quick update on life: &lt;br /&gt;1. I'm pregnant! Robbie and I found on in January that we were expecting our first child.  I have waited my whole life to be a mother and now it is happening and I couldn't be more excited.  We are having a little boy...well I hope that he is little. Right now we are thinking about naming him Robert Wells Knowlton, IV  or Quad Bob (QB for short). My mother in law is begging us not to name him that, but Robbie feels like it is a good tradition that should be carried along.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Still working at Tuacahn and things have been very very busy.  I am in charge of the box office which includes selling almost 4 million dollars in ticket sales a year.  Also I am in charge of group sales.  I sell tickets to about 300 bus loads a year. On top of those two full time jobs I also am the receptionist for the Center for the Arts and that means personal secretary to the CEO and company. Needless to say that I have a lot of work to do in a little bit of time. However, this season is shaping up to be the best Tuacahn has ever seen and I am very glad to be a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;3. I am still working as a massage therapist a couple of nights a week and on weekends. It is interesting doing massage while being pregnant.  Although I am barely showing I still manage to bump my belly on things and get lotion on my shirt a lot.  I think that I will continue to do massage until I am about 7 months along.  I really like doing massage and the extra money is always a plus.  &lt;br /&gt;4.  We are in the process of putting in our yard. The front yard is very sloped and the grass would never grow because of the slope.  So Robbie and his dad have been carving into the dirt to put some terraces in and even out the yard.  It has been a lot of hard work, but it will be worth it in the long run.  The back yard is already level and has sprinklers so that will be easy to finish up.  I am glad that I am pregnant and just get to watch the work being done.&lt;br /&gt;That is my life in a nutshell.  I am going to try and keep this updated so all of you can see pictures and hear about our life, but you must forgive me if I slip up every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4700016182132822089?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4700016182132822089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4700016182132822089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4700016182132822089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4700016182132822089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-7004422802068244322</id><published>2008-01-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:41:24.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5K Baby</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Jenni and I ran our first 5K.  The race started at the Dixie Center and when I got there I couldn't find Jenni anywhere.  There were a ton of people all around, and she had my number.  I was already nervious but that made it worse.  Before the race started we pointed out everyone in the crowd that we thought we could beat. That helped calm my nerves. There were a few 6-10 year olds running the race.  They pretty much all beat us.  When we started we said that we would run the whole way no matter what.  I felt really good as we got going even though it was pretty cold and we both finished pretty strong. Jenni and I both did very well.  We ran the whole way and finished it in under 35 minutes. (16th in my age group):-)  I feel like I have the running bug now. I cant wait until we run our next race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7004422802068244322?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7004422802068244322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7004422802068244322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7004422802068244322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7004422802068244322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/01/5k-baby.html' title='5K Baby'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-8832792041757859246</id><published>2008-01-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:16:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Leaf</title><content type='html'>It is the time of year to make some resolutions. I have quite a few things that I need to do better, but I am going to try and write some of them down. You know what they say, &lt;em&gt;a goal not written down in a wish&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Step one: Eat better. Of course this is a cookie cutter new years resolution, but it is important. I've been trying to incorporate more fruits and veggies into my diet, and less fat and junk food. Also I've been trying to make more meals at home, and bring a lunch to work. &lt;br /&gt;Step two: Lose weight, Work out, Be healthily. Another cookie cutter resolution (I wont get points for being creative) Robbie and I just signed up for Gold Gym and I have discovered that Spin Class is kind of fun after you get past the "I-hate-my-life-I-am-going-to-die" part. Also Jenni and I are planning on running our first 5K in a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Step three: Be a better person...I know, its pretty vague. This will include attending the temple once a month, reading my scriptures, paying my tithing on time, flossing my teeth, saying thank you more, not judging(as much:), you know...things like that.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on with all the things I need to do better, but that would be depressing. I will start with a few of the basics and work from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8832792041757859246?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8832792041757859246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8832792041757859246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8832792041757859246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8832792041757859246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-leaf.html' title='Happy New Leaf'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-5265364001031487354</id><published>2007-12-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/R19YN2-mIHI/AAAAAAAAADM/shTuSEj8OoA/s1600-h/Robbie+and+Felipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/R19YN2-mIHI/AAAAAAAAADM/shTuSEj8OoA/s320/Robbie+and+Felipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926294599999602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               This is Robbie with our little iguana, Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/R19YOG-mIII/AAAAAAAAADU/MuYUCHyMUuM/s1600-h/Robbie+and+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/R19YOG-mIII/AAAAAAAAADU/MuYUCHyMUuM/s320/Robbie+and+Jack.jpg"   border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926298894966914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Robbie with our big iguana, Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5265364001031487354?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5265364001031487354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5265364001031487354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5265364001031487354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5265364001031487354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-robbie-with-our-little-iguana.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/R19YN2-mIHI/AAAAAAAAADM/shTuSEj8OoA/s72-c/Robbie+and+Felipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-5044718999654834037</id><published>2007-12-11T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:36:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy lately. I've been working a lot with Tuacahn's Festival of Lights.  It is always hard having to be at work 3 or 4 nights a week during Christmas.  Robbie and I have been trying to get all our shopping done, but I have discovered that I am not very good at Christmas shopping.  I go into a store and an hour later I leave with nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I gave a talk in sacrament meeting on Sunday. It was about repentance. It was nice to speak and get it over with. The talks went really well.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we gave all the animals baths and cleaned their homes. Bosco was first and we accidentally killed one of his guppies. When we put them in the sink they all started swimming upside down and before we could get them all out one died. Its alright because Bosco was supposed to eat those guys a long time ago.  Jack and Felipe were the hardest. We had to take their terrarium to the car wash to get it clean. Then we had to clean the iguanas with mite shampoo.  Then we gave Chino a bath.  He is so cute when he gets wet.  I think he is the most cooperative of all the animals. &lt;br /&gt;That is what I have been up to lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5044718999654834037?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5044718999654834037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5044718999654834037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5044718999654834037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5044718999654834037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/12/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-5107149393521857424</id><published>2007-11-01T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:30:36.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Halloween. Now that I have neices and nephews Halloween is more fun. Robbie and I went to a Trunk or Treat at Jenni's church. Abigail, Sydney, and Makayla were princesses, Carter was a jack o'lantern, Jay IV was Buzz Lightyear, and Zach was a dinosaur. Grandma and Grandpa Gardner sat and handed out candy and I think they had more fun than the little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5107149393521857424?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5107149393521857424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5107149393521857424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5107149393521857424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5107149393521857424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-922306751941245820</id><published>2007-10-26T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:37.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chino Supremo</title><content type='html'>Just posting some pictures of my cute puppy.  He has been super fun lately.  I love that he is alway excited to see me when I come home. He is getting so much better at going to the bathroom outside, and he is trying not to chew on things like my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQOEo0XWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WiImGeAzAQU/s1600-h/100_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQOEo0XWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WiImGeAzAQU/s400/100_1616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125888266082737506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQPEo0XXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qFVi3OgKE7s/s1600-h/100_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQPEo0XXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qFVi3OgKE7s/s400/100_1618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125888283262606706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQPko0XYI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfcQCSpIV04/s1600-h/100_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQPko0XYI/AAAAAAAAADE/QfcQCSpIV04/s400/100_1619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125888291852541314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLPt0o0XVI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZZqEAQaW1eU/s1600-h/100_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLPt0o0XVI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZZqEAQaW1eU/s400/100_1611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125887712031956306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-922306751941245820?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/922306751941245820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=922306751941245820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/922306751941245820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/922306751941245820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/10/chino-supremo.html' title='Chino Supremo'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RyLQOEo0XWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WiImGeAzAQU/s72-c/100_1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-1973212296768637774</id><published>2007-10-18T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:58:12.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is near...finally</title><content type='html'>The end of the season at Tuacahn is finally winding down. Today it has been pretty slow and I've finally had a chance to catch up on all of my work...even my blog :) This season was one of the craziest that I've experienced. Tuacahn had break ins where thousands of dollars was stolen, the box office has been very short staffed, the shows have been very busy. The list goes on and on. Saturday night is the last night of the Broadway shows. Then after that is Thriller, but that always seems to go pretty smooth. I've been looking forward to this off season more than anything. I am going to clean out lost and found, get all the donation requests off my desk, and finally get 2008 groups organized. I can not wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-1973212296768637774?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1973212296768637774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=1973212296768637774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1973212296768637774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1973212296768637774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-is-nearfinally.html' title='the end is near...finally'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-6708815361119155417</id><published>2007-10-17T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:10:39.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy</title><content type='html'>Robbie and I just got a new puppy.  We got him from my brother Sol.  His name is Chino and he is a chihuahua/dachshund mix, or as Robbie likes to call him, a Mexican Weiner Dog.  He is just a puppy so he likes to do all the things that annoy me like bite me, and chew on everything, and pee on everything.  However, he is still so much fun. It is amazing how much joy this tiny puppy give me. Its been fun getting home from work and having him so excited to see me. I've been staying home more because I dont want him to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6708815361119155417?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6708815361119155417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6708815361119155417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6708815361119155417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6708815361119155417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-puppy.html' title='New Puppy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-6529556138883846512</id><published>2007-08-18T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:39.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RseOn7LRfoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xvchTyvvFKY/s1600-h/100_1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RseOn7LRfoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xvchTyvvFKY/s200/100_1382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100201919571394178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at the Mt. Shasta lavender farm.  It was one of the last things we did in Weed.  I'm so glad that we didn't miss it. The lavender farm was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePQbLRfpI/AAAAAAAAABU/LJRr5uNDJPQ/s1600-h/100_1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePQbLRfpI/AAAAAAAAABU/LJRr5uNDJPQ/s200/100_1335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100202615356096146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headwaters of the Sacramento River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePxrLRfqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3nzow3qqsDs/s1600-h/100_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePxrLRfqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3nzow3qqsDs/s200/100_1316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100203186586746530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Robbie and his new Ford Model A. His mom rolled the car when she was 16 years old and it has sat in the backyard ever since. Now we are just saving money so that we can get the car back to St. George and Robbie can hot rod it. I cant wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePybLRfrI/AAAAAAAAABk/d0hdypgi_R4/s1600-h/100_1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RsePybLRfrI/AAAAAAAAABk/d0hdypgi_R4/s200/100_1297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100203199471648434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I at the Weed golf course. Robbie and his dad and brothers got to do a lot of golfing on our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RseRAbLRftI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5KYdMMZ-gNY/s1600-h/100_1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RseRAbLRftI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5KYdMMZ-gNY/s200/100_1202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100204539501444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my babies Jack and Felipe.  They are so much fun. Jack is getting so super big.  He is like five times bigger than Felipe.  When we got them a year ago they were the same size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6529556138883846512?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6529556138883846512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6529556138883846512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6529556138883846512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6529556138883846512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-pictures.html' title='Summer Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RseOn7LRfoI/AAAAAAAAABM/xvchTyvvFKY/s72-c/100_1382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-3316986190099334566</id><published>2007-08-17T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:00:41.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Summer!</title><content type='html'>It has been a great summer for Robbie and I. In June for our summer vacation we got to go to Weed, California.  It was my first time being to weed, and it was really fun.  The boys play a lot of golf and the girls do a lot of shopping. In the mornings we actually had to put on jackets and that was a nice change from the 100 degree weather we have in St. George.  &lt;br /&gt;Robbie had the summer off from school so he got to play a lot of golf. He also got to do things like clean the garage and change all the door knobs and hinges in the house.  We've been working on improving our house a lot this summer.  We're just doing one thing at a time, and its actually been a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;My oldest neice, Abigail started kindergarten on Wednesday this week.  I'm not sure about her mom, but I was freaking out. She is so cute and will do so well making friends and learning, but it is still the tendancy to worry about her.  &lt;br /&gt;My family started a running program this summer.  We are doing a program I found online called the Couch to 5-K running program.  We started out moslty walking, but we are working up to a three mile run this November.  I've already lost about 10 lbs this summer and am hoping to lose about 25 more by Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3316986190099334566?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3316986190099334566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3316986190099334566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3316986190099334566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3316986190099334566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-summer.html' title='What a Summer!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-1319148768443542447</id><published>2007-06-12T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:31:21.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off?</title><content type='html'>I actually had a day off today. A Tuesday. Who would have thought. I got the day off because I was at work all day yesterday and I'll be there all day Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. My boss didn't want me to get to many hours. Still, it is nice to have a day off in the middle of the week. I got my bills paid, I got my car fixed, I went out to lunch with my mom and dad, and I even had a little nap (I cant remember the last time I got a nap).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-1319148768443542447?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1319148768443542447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=1319148768443542447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1319148768443542447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1319148768443542447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-off.html' title='A Day Off?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-3795454627819045082</id><published>2007-05-29T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:23:36.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>Today I've been looking outside and remembering that it gets really hot here in St. George.  How am I going to survive another summer?  First, I think I'm going to get a tan.  You look better tan, but I dont have a lot of time so I might have to break down and go to a tanning bed. One or two times wont give me cancer...hopefully.  Next I'm going to loose 10 lbs. This one might be hard to do seeing as I sit on my butt for eight hours a day.  But I'll have to make time to work out and eat better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3795454627819045082?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3795454627819045082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3795454627819045082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3795454627819045082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3795454627819045082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-2255729120307896991</id><published>2007-05-16T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:44:20.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Baron Davis</title><content type='html'>The Jazz beat the Warriors last night during game five to advance to the western conference semi finals.  The game was a close one the whole time, until about half way through the third quarter when the Jazz started playing better and the Golden State Warriors started to get tired and frustrated.  I played basketball in high school and I realize that is not the same level as the nba, however it is not alright to take cheep shots and risk someone getting hurt.  I think that the Warriors 'true colors' came out during this series.  They showed that they really arn't a classy organization and, like three year olds, started throwing a fit when they realized they weren't going to get what they want.  Baron Davis is a very cocky player and I dont like him at all.  That doesn't mean I think he is a crappy player but he bugs me.  Anyway, I wont focus on the negative Warriors any longer.  I think the Jazz played a very classy series and very much deserve to advance.  So onto the Suns or the Spurs.  Hopefully the Jazz get the rest they need and the Spurs and the Suns beat the crap out of each other so which ever team we get is bloody bruised and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-2255729120307896991?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2255729120307896991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=2255729120307896991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2255729120307896991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2255729120307896991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-baron-davis.html' title='I hate Baron Davis'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-2333338322029236830</id><published>2007-05-11T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:55:43.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>"Laughter in the workplace is not unprofessional.  It is a sign that you like your job, and the people you work with."&lt;br /&gt;       - Stephanie Maloney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-2333338322029236830?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2333338322029236830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=2333338322029236830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2333338322029236830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/2333338322029236830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/05/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-8358716114033919110</id><published>2007-04-30T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donny Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RjZVY5yJi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0kZFb53oVDE/s1600-h/portrait_of_donny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RjZVY5yJi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0kZFb53oVDE/s320/portrait_of_donny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059325117713714098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuacahn is having Donny Osmond in concert. That actually isn't the bad part...Donny Osmond is very popular, and he has a great voice and personality.  The problem is with his fans.  They are all middle aged women who dont remember that it's not 1970 anymore.  I have had ladies call me every single day wanting to know when the tickets will go on sale, and they wont settle for anything less than the first row.  Tickets go on sale tomorrow morning and my life will be filled with Donny dot com members until August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8358716114033919110?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8358716114033919110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8358716114033919110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8358716114033919110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8358716114033919110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/donny-fans.html' title='Donny Fans'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RjZVY5yJi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0kZFb53oVDE/s72-c/portrait_of_donny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-6430072597511069325</id><published>2007-04-26T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:07:03.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Last night Robbie and I went to our new house to do some cleaning before we moved in. We spent 2 hours cleaning the kitchen. I realize now that different people have different standards of clean. Maybe they thought they were leaving us a nice clean kitchen, but we didn't agree. We cleaned off all the counters and inside all the cupboards and microwave and stove were pretty gross. But the refrigerator was the worst of all.  We spent an hour cleaning that.  Tonight we are cleaning the carpet as well as the bathrooms.  Then we should be ready to move in!  I am really excited to get all my stuff moved in.  When we were over there last night I felt like an intruder.  It didn't seem like it was really my house. &lt;br /&gt;I think I am most excited to fix up the yard.  The back yard is actually pretty good size, but right now it is all dirt.  We plan on putting in grass and a garden and, if Robbie has his way, a putting green.  Of course this is all in the future, because right now we have no money because we just bought a house. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-6430072597511069325?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6430072597511069325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=6430072597511069325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6430072597511069325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/6430072597511069325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-8719698133531807501</id><published>2007-04-25T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:55:36.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>smooth move</title><content type='html'>so getting your legs waxed hurts.  And then after you get them waxed and you get cold chills, it hurts.  but they are smooth and it was quick and if you can count to five you will be alright.  It was worth the pain, and I will probably do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8719698133531807501?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8719698133531807501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8719698133531807501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8719698133531807501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8719698133531807501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/smooth-move.html' title='smooth move'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-5731286535374543017</id><published>2007-04-23T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:56:01.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My house closes today! Wahoo. After today I will be poor for the next thirty years, most likely longer, and I'm still excited about it. I can not wait to move in, and make my own curtains, and decorate exactly how I want. Now if I only had money to buy stuff for my new home. That would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;Rain! I love that it has been raining all weekend and its still raining. It's been so nice. It looks like it will clear up today finally, but I wish it would keep going. Its been so refreshing. By the end of the week the temperature is supposed to be up around 90 again. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am getting a full leg wax. I've never had my legs waxed before and I'm pretty nervous. I'm afraid it is going to hurt really really bad. The girl that is doing it for me says that it only hurts on the shin and around the ankle, but for some reason I don't believe her. Last night I was in bed trying to sleep, but I started thinking about my leg wax and it woke me right up. I'll sleep better once it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-5731286535374543017?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5731286535374543017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=5731286535374543017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5731286535374543017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/5731286535374543017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-thoughts.html' title='Todays Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-8878273131736681305</id><published>2007-04-19T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:44:45.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed up</title><content type='html'>Packing Packing Packing.  A couple of weeks ago a friend in the ward called Robbie and I and asked for help moving.  We went over to her house only to find it a mess.  When we asked where she wanted to start she just said everything needed to go.  We spent the afternoon throwing unorganized stuff into the back of a moving truck.  That is when I decided that everything that I moved into my new house would be gone through, organized, and packed neatly.  I figure this way I wont move any trash or junk into my new house.  Also my friends and family who help me move will keep some of their sanity while hauling everything out.  I also dont think that everyone needs to see and go through all your personal belongings.  Ha - Easier said than done I'm finding out.  Packing is pretty hard.  No matter how many boxes I get packed and piled up it still seems like I'm not getting any closer. On moving day it will be interesting to find out how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-8878273131736681305?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8878273131736681305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=8878273131736681305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8878273131736681305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/8878273131736681305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/boxed-up.html' title='Boxed up'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-3209605424541465745</id><published>2007-04-17T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:04:45.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>I guess my family is saying its been to long since I've posted anything on my blog.  I guess they are right. What an interesting weekend. We had the most frustrating time getting approved for a home loan, and yesterday we found out that we make TOO MUCH money to qualify for the program that we wanted.  To much money...here we are trying to prove that we really do make enough money for them to loan us over 200,000 and then it turns out we make to much money.  That is totally insane.  No wonder mortgage companys are going out of business, they are stupid.  Anyway, today we finally got it all settled and we should close by the middle of next week.  Sandi, the loan lady, said she might be able to get it all done and close early (but I'm not holding my breath this time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-3209605424541465745?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3209605424541465745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=3209605424541465745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3209605424541465745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/3209605424541465745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-1417315879757518470</id><published>2007-04-04T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:39.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RhRA6HB6PnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1m34G1l2OeQ/s1600-h/carl+and+debra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RhRA6HB6PnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1m34G1l2OeQ/s320/carl+and+debra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049732449252818546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week my oldest brother Carlton got married.  I really thought that he would never get married.  He surprised all of us when he said told us he was engaged, but the real shocker was that he was planning on getting married in the temple.  The wedding day was beautiful.  It was so fun having our whole family gather together and celebrate his marrage.  Carl told me that he loved me for the first time in a long time.  You could see in his eyes that he was truly happy.  Carls wife, Debra, is the perfect addition to our family.  She is so sweet.  One of my favorite parts is that not only did I gain a wonderful sister-in-law, but a wonderful neice and nephew. &lt;br /&gt;Being at the wedding was such a great reminder of the love that I have for my husband, Robbie.  I was just remembering how I felt when we got married.  It is strange to see how love grows in only two years.  Our wedding day was so special, but I wouldn't go back for anything.  We've grown so much since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-1417315879757518470?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1417315879757518470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=1417315879757518470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1417315879757518470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1417315879757518470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKhH3DW7a0c/RhRA6HB6PnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1m34G1l2OeQ/s72-c/carl+and+debra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166595236483542072.post-4071669591018608184</id><published>2007-03-29T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:09:40.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a happier note...</title><content type='html'>I start this blog as a journal for family, friends, and myself and I haven't blogged one thing that has been really positive.  This blog is dedicated to the happy positive things in my life.  My husband Robbie and I just put an offer on what will be our first home.  Its a cute starter home with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths.  1200 sqare feet.  Were so excited to have our own place.  It will be a little stressful at first because we will be sooo poor, but it is worth it.  We'll finally quit throwing our money out the window. &lt;br /&gt;Family is the next positive thing I've got going for me right now.  My family is the best.  My mom and my sister Jenni are the best friends I have.  But I'm close with all my family and Robbies family.  They give us so much love and support.  That makes life a little easier.   &lt;br /&gt;Today work has been good.  No one has said anything to me about leaving yesterday.  I think everyone just was on edge, and blamed me. Looks like a night of stressing out was for nothing.  I need to learn to relax a little.  I'd get more sleep that way.  Anyway, point is: Life is Good.  There are a lot of thing to be happy about and if you dwell on the bad stuff, its hard to recognize the really good things going on around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4071669591018608184?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4071669591018608184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4071669591018608184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4071669591018608184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4071669591018608184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-7405282110117623714</id><published>2007-03-28T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:04:04.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not looking forward to work tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>My husband and I are in the process of buying our first home.  Its so exciting to be making that step in our lives, but it sure does take a lot of time.  You've got to find an agent, find a house, make an offer, go get a loan, sign papers... on and on.  The only time I have to do these things is during the day when I work, and all the people I have to talk to work.  So I left my job today at the amphitheater to go walk thorough the house we are making an offer on and when I get back its like all hell has broke loose.  The computers were down!  We couldn't sell tickets! The phones were so busy!...on and on.  The whole rest of they day when I'm there it is down right slow.  I have a had time believing that when I walk out the door things start falling apart that quickly.  Then to make matters worse I had to leave early to go to my massage job.  I'm gone less that 30 minutes and I'm already getting a phone call saying that something has gone wrong.  I'm not sure why I'm the only one capable of handling the box office. So tomorrow morning I get to go in with the boss and explain my schedule and why my shift isn't covered when I'm gone.  Its fun to be Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-7405282110117623714?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7405282110117623714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=7405282110117623714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7405282110117623714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/7405282110117623714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-looking-forward-to-work-tomorrow.html' title='Not looking forward to work tomorrow...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-1001599707086044129</id><published>2007-03-23T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:52:52.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drama, drama, drama</title><content type='html'>Besides working at an outdoor amphitheater during the day, I also work as a massage therapist at night.  I really like doing massage therapy.  Seeing people get off my table and feel better is a great feeling.  There is only one thing I don't like about working at a day spa, and that is the drama.  As you can imagine working with all girls in a tiny spa can be quite the challenge.  So and so doesn't like so and so... So and so said something mean...and the list goes on and on and on.  You may think, why don't you just ignore such problems, do your job then go home?  Its not that easy!  Everyone expects you to choose a side.  They'll say (in so many words)  "So and so said something mean about me now you bad mouth them with me, or we're not friends."  It always sucks me in.  I think all girls are suckers for drama.  I start letting all my feelings come out, but it never makes me feel better to join in.  In fact most of the time it makes me feel worse.   I really wish I could just go to work, do my job, have fun, then go home with happy... well there is always tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-1001599707086044129?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1001599707086044129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=1001599707086044129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1001599707086044129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/1001599707086044129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama-drama-drama.html' title='drama, drama, drama'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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-4166595236483542072.post-4317431607735561714</id><published>2007-03-22T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:58:22.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it ironic?</title><content type='html'>Hey, its Lisa. I'm new at this blogging thing, but I figured I needed to try it out. Here it goes... So today I decided to come into work early because I really need the hours (=$money). I got here at 8:30, sat down at my desk and sure enough the server was down. The IT guy doesn't show up until 9:30 or 10 most days (today he didn't show up at all) but luckily this has happened before so I knew how to fix it myself. I took the treck up stairs to the main computer and sure enough it was locked. Of course (for security reasons) I dont have the password, so I came back down stairs and found someone who did. By the time they got up and fixed the problem it was 9:30. (This is the ironic part) 9:30 is when I normally come in to work. Good thing I was clocked in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166595236483542072-4317431607735561714?l=lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4317431607735561714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166595236483542072&amp;postID=4317431607735561714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4317431607735561714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166595236483542072/posts/default/4317431607735561714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisasordinaryday.blogspot.com/2007/03/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='isn&apos;t it ironic?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15714928573810981594</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>
