<?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-4840783418433780469</id><updated>2011-10-11T10:19:41.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracey Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6367690881002144388</id><published>2011-10-05T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:45:55.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Go With It....</title><content type='html'>So, a lot has changed since my brother came home for a visit this last May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June with some forceful persuasion Sam put in his applications for Medical School..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Neither of us were really expecting much to come out of the applications other then making a step for the right direction. &amp;nbsp;We had both settled comfortably into our lifestyle. &amp;nbsp;We were happy and content... but stuck. &amp;nbsp;We were not making much progress or living up to our potential. &amp;nbsp;We were just having fun, living day to day...not thinking much about our future. &amp;nbsp;The years seamed to fly by, and all the sudden we had been married four years and really not much to show for it other than 'good times'. &amp;nbsp;Our wake up call came when I realized I was starting to get a longing feeling for a baby. That got me thinking... oh, crap... we're not ready to have kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment this whole upturn started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam put in some hail mary applications days before the deadlines, we were both a little surprised when he got interviews at multiple schools. &amp;nbsp;He was well qualified, and had excellent test scores and MCAT, it was just so close to the wire we figured not many schools would take him seriously. &amp;nbsp;Boy, were we wrong.&amp;nbsp;Due to the time constraint, Sam decided he could fit in two interviews. &amp;nbsp;Luckily they were both at schools that were my first two choices to begin with. &amp;nbsp;Midwestern in Arizona, and Western in Southern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam had scheduled the first interview at Midwestern, he was going to make the 10 hour drive, sleep as much as possible attend the 7a.m. full day interview, and drive back home. &amp;nbsp;Fate had other plans. &amp;nbsp;He was two hours away from his destination when the car decided to stop working.......he was broken down in the middle of an indian reservation. &amp;nbsp;When he called me I almost thought he was joking. &amp;nbsp;Our car was fine, it wasn't having any issues. &amp;nbsp;After some debating on two trucks and the expense I called David, my superhero, and he so generously offered to drive down and tow him back home...mind you he was 8 hours away, it was 7 p.m. by the time we left the house with the trailer, and he was still going to work the next morning. Yes, I have an amazing brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive down was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;Aside from the sick feeling in my stomach knowing my other half was broken down in the middle of no-where, starving, with no water and no help...even from the 3 police cars who drove by not even thinking to stop and ask if he needed any assistance...... &amp;nbsp;Anyways, the drive down was great. &amp;nbsp;Dave and I had some great conversation and I it was such a great opportunity to get to know my amazing little brother on such a deeper level. &amp;nbsp;I knew he was an amazing person, but I didn't know just how amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't reach Sam until 3a.m. my poor baby had grabbed the beach towel I had in the trunk and the picnic blanket and had wrapped himself up and went and tried to sleep on the side of the road behind a small ridge. &amp;nbsp;He didn't think to bring a book or any sort of time wasting entertainment since he was going to be either driving or interviewing. &amp;nbsp;He didn't want to play on his phone and risk running the battery out and not being able to contact anyone, we were lucky he had broken down in an area with reception in the first place! &amp;nbsp;I had packed a cooler full of food and drinks for him since I knew he had not eaten anything all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, being the little car genius he is, got the car working again in about five minutes..... very frustrating. &amp;nbsp;Somehow the alternator had come unplugged? &amp;nbsp;It was still the strangest car issue! &amp;nbsp;I was grateful it was such an easy fix though. &amp;nbsp;So we jumped the Mazda and Sam drove the van back home so David could get some sort of sleep before he went to work at 8 that morning and I followed behind. &amp;nbsp;We didn't arrive back home until 10a.m. the next morning. &amp;nbsp;I was surprised I had made it a full 24 hours with no sleep. &amp;nbsp;That was a first for me. &amp;nbsp;Poor David still headed in for work, I had called in and went home to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first interview...so we knew Midwestern wasn't going to be happening at least in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next interview we had booked a flight for Sam to LA, so he was sure to make at least one interview.&lt;br /&gt;He interviewed at Western University, he was nervous and really thought out answers to possible questions. &amp;nbsp;I knew he would be amazing... it is Sam after all. &amp;nbsp;He came home with an optimistic feeling, the staff had really taken a liking to him, and Sam noted that the Dean of Podiatry had remembered his name out of all the four possible students that day. &amp;nbsp;He was excited, which made me excited and really nervous. &amp;nbsp;Sam told me there was a good chance he got in, they had at least lead him on to believe they wanted to accept him. &amp;nbsp;On a whim I called our landlord on the last day of June to give our tentative 30 day notice. &amp;nbsp;School started beginning of August, so I knew if this was happening, it was going to happen FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, June 30, 2011 he received an e-mail acceptance letter to Western University of Health and Sciences. &amp;nbsp;I was in shock. &amp;nbsp;They notified him that he would be receiving his official acceptance letter by mail, but due to time constraints they thought an e-mail would give us a much needed start to our new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of the life we had talked about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6367690881002144388?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6367690881002144388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6367690881002144388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-go-with-it.html' title='Just Go With It....'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2087784770545869455</id><published>2011-05-17T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:57:13.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2DMeFrV6X0/TdLaHIY1ReI/AAAAAAAAGlk/fE0IXt1qV9o/s1600/2011-05-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2DMeFrV6X0/TdLaHIY1ReI/AAAAAAAAGlk/fE0IXt1qV9o/s640/2011-05-08.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John arrived in SL for his two week leave on Mother's Day, the perfect gift for his amazing wife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tal was so gracious to come straight to our house after picking him up at the airport.&amp;nbsp; Sammy had some silly string that he ran out to spray on John the minute he pulled in, I was laughing too much to get any good pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Djpv0DoQqtg/TdLd3H28EJI/AAAAAAAAGlo/A7HKMvh1xhk/s1600/2011-05-081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Djpv0DoQqtg/TdLd3H28EJI/AAAAAAAAGlo/A7HKMvh1xhk/s640/2011-05-081.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was so darling to see John interacting with his kids, he was the center of attention!&amp;nbsp; It was so sweet watching Koen &amp;amp; Bethie talk to their daddy who they hadn't seen since Christmas, trying to tell him everything that had gone on in their little world while he was away.&amp;nbsp; Even Paul who was 7 months when John left still seamed to have a special connection to his amazing daddy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qArlo4Oll7U/TdLhBJFuerI/AAAAAAAAGls/uSJ4k5OpVGM/s1600/2011-05-082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qArlo4Oll7U/TdLhBJFuerI/AAAAAAAAGls/uSJ4k5OpVGM/s640/2011-05-082.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-2087784770545869455?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2087784770545869455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2087784770545869455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/johns-here.html' title='John&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2DMeFrV6X0/TdLaHIY1ReI/AAAAAAAAGlk/fE0IXt1qV9o/s72-c/2011-05-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-9102445073703867986</id><published>2011-05-17T14:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:15:31.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadi-Bug's 3rd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t818d3oA_hY/TdLVGCFgiFI/AAAAAAAAGlc/CVofiW93isE/s1600/2011-05-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t818d3oA_hY/TdLVGCFgiFI/AAAAAAAAGlc/CVofiW93isE/s640/2011-05-03.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sadie had a bug themed third birthday party, suited lil Sadie-bug perfectly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was absolutely darling and so appreciative of all her gifts and her darling cake.&amp;nbsp; She kept saying in her sweet little voice, "oh thank you so much".&amp;nbsp; She took the time between each gift to thank the person who had given it to her before excitedly continuing on to the next present. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawni is such an incredibly mother, I am so lucky to have her and sweet Sadie in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-9102445073703867986?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/9102445073703867986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/9102445073703867986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_8976.html' title='Sadi-Bug&apos;s 3rd Birthday!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t818d3oA_hY/TdLVGCFgiFI/AAAAAAAAGlc/CVofiW93isE/s72-c/2011-05-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6198559285219937468</id><published>2011-05-17T13:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:05:04.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhYMI1g_g1E/TdLPlzoVItI/AAAAAAAAGlM/yHK9YHL_UBA/s1600/2011-04-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhYMI1g_g1E/TdLPlzoVItI/AAAAAAAAGlM/yHK9YHL_UBA/s640/2011-04-25.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, those are chickens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, my youngest brother, has a total of 10 chickens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always have a full supply of fresh eggs!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H79Y6AAeARI/TdLPmGZQMVI/AAAAAAAAGlU/WhxDd92Xd6M/s1600/2011-04-251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H79Y6AAeARI/TdLPmGZQMVI/AAAAAAAAGlU/WhxDd92Xd6M/s640/2011-04-251.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6198559285219937468?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6198559285219937468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6198559285219937468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_3168.html' title='Happy Easter 2011'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhYMI1g_g1E/TdLPlzoVItI/AAAAAAAAGlM/yHK9YHL_UBA/s72-c/2011-04-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1214847699154251701</id><published>2011-05-17T13:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:16:51.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Grommets...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr8zrTcPSZ0/Tcwv2ErNDsI/AAAAAAAAGlA/15g9_9NCmCM/s1600/2011-04-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr8zrTcPSZ0/Tcwv2ErNDsI/AAAAAAAAGlA/15g9_9NCmCM/s640/2011-04-17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam had the opportunity to take a side job wrapping a 53' trailer for an "Outer Space Experience" to be featured at Thanksgiving Point sometime this May.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was tedious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam spent the entire weekend... excluding one round of golf, installing the graphic.&amp;nbsp; Saturday night I was bringing him his favorite sugar cookies for a treat, and ended up helping out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was the grommets.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to pop the air bubbles with a pin, then squeegee the air out of the hole, heat gun the vinyl to help it adhere and stretch, squeegee again, heat gun.. then push really hard with a bristled tool to mold it around the grommet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have one grommet completed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now repleat thousands of times..........&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not confident on ladders and hate feeling like I might fall, so I wouldn't go all the way to the top of the trailer, so sweet Sam had to finish up the grommets after he was done installing.&amp;nbsp; I love working with Sam, it was exhausting, tedious work, but I had the best company a girl could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my perfect hard working hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest girl .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1214847699154251701?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1214847699154251701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1214847699154251701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-ending-grommets.html' title='Never Ending Grommets...........'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr8zrTcPSZ0/Tcwv2ErNDsI/AAAAAAAAGlA/15g9_9NCmCM/s72-c/2011-04-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6024728421314432447</id><published>2011-05-12T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:44:02.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X7G2jmZhJE/Tcwm2v0wjKI/AAAAAAAAGk8/YdwvXc8tmUY/s1600/2011-04-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X7G2jmZhJE/Tcwm2v0wjKI/AAAAAAAAGk8/YdwvXc8tmUY/s640/2011-04-08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6024728421314432447?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6024728421314432447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6024728421314432447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X7G2jmZhJE/Tcwm2v0wjKI/AAAAAAAAGk8/YdwvXc8tmUY/s72-c/2011-04-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1953785956151408502</id><published>2011-04-04T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:50:57.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What...March is over?</title><content type='html'>This past month was a whirlwind!&amp;nbsp; It's amazing how much can happen in one month, one minute your world is upside down and the next somehow it all landed back in place.&amp;nbsp; Then you're left looking back so grateful for the amazing people you're lucky enough to confide in and laugh with.&amp;nbsp; These people are everything to me, I am so blessed that somehow such amazing people love me.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I would do without my sidekicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdE2DyErJb4/TZpGryapoXI/AAAAAAAAGkg/I9FGQ0iueLM/s1600/Downloads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdE2DyErJb4/TZpGryapoXI/AAAAAAAAGkg/I9FGQ0iueLM/s320/Downloads.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In March I turned 27...... I don't' like the odd years.&amp;nbsp; I know this is strange, but I like the sound of 26, or 28 so much better.&amp;nbsp; I am 27 though, and it's going to be a great odd 27.&amp;nbsp; I love growing older, it helps you see what really matters.&amp;nbsp; You "grow up" and thankfully see things clearer as each year passes by.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJGg8H4f9QU/TZpH7E2X5UI/AAAAAAAAGkk/gHITvNXYVE8/s1600/Downloads2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJGg8H4f9QU/TZpH7E2X5UI/AAAAAAAAGkk/gHITvNXYVE8/s320/Downloads2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKUPHQTBilw/TZpH-RKglWI/AAAAAAAAGko/WnZEGCvycRk/s1600/Downloads1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKUPHQTBilw/TZpH-RKglWI/AAAAAAAAGko/WnZEGCvycRk/s320/Downloads1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Boston got dressed up like my dolly - agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam apparently though this was a comfy gaming place?&amp;nbsp; Boston agreed and joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Qr_Nn2fNM/TZpIvpeSAQI/AAAAAAAAGks/dCOvtP42kuI/s1600/Downloads3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Qr_Nn2fNM/TZpIvpeSAQI/AAAAAAAAGks/dCOvtP42kuI/s400/Downloads3.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was kite making with the kiddo's.&amp;nbsp; Bethie thinks that her hair is also a craft project and is constantly chopping it off.&amp;nbsp; I think this little darling will be rockin a pixie cut for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1953785956151408502?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1953785956151408502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1953785956151408502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/whatmarch-is-over.html' title='What...March is over?'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdE2DyErJb4/TZpGryapoXI/AAAAAAAAGkg/I9FGQ0iueLM/s72-c/Downloads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6039217758503424613</id><published>2011-02-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:45:59.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal - Productive Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like my life has been a constant event with family or friends since Thanksgiving... and my poor poor house shows it.&amp;nbsp; I have scrambled and done a quick pick-up just for a small sense of sanity - but I've had it.&amp;nbsp; My house is a disaster zone!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend I am quarantine myself and getting things shiny and clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3Xv3xcFoc0/TWguTEl8zSI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/oqmDoI33910/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3Xv3xcFoc0/TWguTEl8zSI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/oqmDoI33910/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've made myself a time-lined to-do list for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Honestly it won't take that long to clean and get my workouts in - but it is my first priority!&amp;nbsp; No friend or family time until my house is CLEAN!&amp;nbsp; Yes, friends &amp;amp; fam are the most important...but my house is driving me mad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuNSM01wJwA/TWguUN6bpzI/AAAAAAAAGjU/qDMbhD8cnzM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuNSM01wJwA/TWguUN6bpzI/AAAAAAAAGjU/qDMbhD8cnzM/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little boy also needs a bath ---- he too has been a little ignored lately, his last bath was given to him by grandma while we were in Vegas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0o0sN0wjnMw/TWguJbEINaI/AAAAAAAAGjM/EV_fjUMzTKQ/s1600/bean+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0o0sN0wjnMw/TWguJbEINaI/AAAAAAAAGjM/EV_fjUMzTKQ/s1600/bean+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0o0sN0wjnMw/TWguJbEINaI/AAAAAAAAGjM/EV_fjUMzTKQ/s1600/bean+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6039217758503424613?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6039217758503424613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6039217758503424613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/goal-productive-weekend.html' title='Goal - Productive Weekend'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3Xv3xcFoc0/TWguTEl8zSI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/oqmDoI33910/s72-c/photo%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7808623217055965726</id><published>2011-02-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:32:47.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really..?.?.?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've found my self settling with "almost there" when it comes to my fitness goal, and life in general.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I give up or honestly self destruct when I am so close to my goals... it's frustrating and I need to figure myself out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; January I kicked some serious butt with working out... but eating, not so great.&amp;nbsp; I would have a plate (full) of Alfredo, with a coke for lunch and eat late at night.&amp;nbsp; The pathetic and amazing thing is I still lost two pounds with my horrible eating habits.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine how much closer to my goals I would be if I had controlled what I put in my mouth!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have all the knowledge I need to reach my goals, thanks to an old friend constantly helping me out.&amp;nbsp; So WHY do I CHOOSE not to succeed!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a full week of great healthy choices and keeping up my food journal on my phone that even counts the calories for you...what do I do....I COMPLETELY self sabotage yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I am just so mad at myself for behaving so impulsive. &amp;nbsp; My first irresponsible decision was at lunch.&amp;nbsp; I had ran out of my spinach salad with yummy dried fruit, but I had packed a healthy lunch - tuna sand, pear....I wasn't really feeling it though, so I listen to my evil twin and went to Taco Time and ate a Crisp Juan &amp;amp; a Cheese Melt.....why I had to eat two things.......??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly it did not stop there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I ate my healthy yogurt for my afternoon snack... but things got BAD after that.&amp;nbsp; I went to my lovely Tawns for some girl time after work, had a great time, no foul ups there....then on the way home I completely went CRAZY and my evil twin popped up again.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; drove into Arbys, got up to the window then thought to myself "RACHELLE NO" so I apologize to the to the girl and drive away.&amp;nbsp; I'm almost home...... then I see Taco Bell..... I gave in.&amp;nbsp; I really wanted their crunch-wrap supreme...mmmm.&amp;nbsp; I get to the menu... and do I just order the ONE item...no - I get their entire $5 BOX...yes a BOX of food for just me...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Po8OhFw00MM/TWfxL3ih0wI/AAAAAAAAGjE/is3Ibeln3R4/s1600/tacobell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Po8OhFw00MM/TWfxL3ih0wI/AAAAAAAAGjE/is3Ibeln3R4/s1600/tacobell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did I think this was a good idea....yes, I ate almost all of this. I didn't eat the taco &amp;amp; 1/2 the burrito... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1,220 calories... ALMOST my entire day's intake in one sitting...great Rachelle...just great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh- and no workout for the day....I came home and watched "life as we know it" instead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgNjTEkz0pI/TWfy-VFkkrI/AAAAAAAAGjI/2TH9KGxwQks/s1600/lifeasweknowit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgNjTEkz0pI/TWfy-VFkkrI/AAAAAAAAGjI/2TH9KGxwQks/s320/lifeasweknowit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super cute movie though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**Sigh**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the upside... I felt like crap!&amp;nbsp; Yes, this is an upside since I can compare the feeling of healthy eating to a solid mass of garbage sitting in my stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a new day - and I will not do that again!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so dang close to my goals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7808623217055965726?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7808623217055965726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7808623217055965726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/really.html' title='Really..?.?.?.'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Po8OhFw00MM/TWfxL3ih0wI/AAAAAAAAGjE/is3Ibeln3R4/s72-c/tacobell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-195815044221572556</id><published>2011-02-23T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:59:26.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZcn0RCLSA/TWVOobAH7MI/AAAAAAAAGi8/t3s3bKaHErU/s1600/2011-02-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZcn0RCLSA/TWVOobAH7MI/AAAAAAAAGi8/t3s3bKaHErU/s640/2011-02-22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan's last game playing as a sophmore was yesterday!&amp;nbsp; He played really well, it's always sad to have the season come to an end.&amp;nbsp; I love watching him play!&amp;nbsp; He'll be joining track to keep up his endurance.&amp;nbsp; So we'll have some fun track meets to attend soon.&amp;nbsp; I love running with him, he runs besides me coaching me on how to run faster and harder!&amp;nbsp; This guy is a machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtQj_DElVyo/TWVOhwgSniI/AAAAAAAAGi4/6jGGtYbWl10/s1600/Collages1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtQj_DElVyo/TWVOhwgSniI/AAAAAAAAGi4/6jGGtYbWl10/s400/Collages1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kristine &amp;amp; I had some sister time after the game that was LONG over due!&amp;nbsp; I love her so much, I am so lucky to have such a beautiful girl as my little sissy!&amp;nbsp; She is out living the single life breaking all the boy's hearts.&amp;nbsp; We went on a double with her and her new bf, Zach!&amp;nbsp; It was so fun seeing them together!&amp;nbsp; I love hanging out with newly dating people, it reminds me of first dating Sam ~ loves ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-195815044221572556?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/195815044221572556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/195815044221572556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/ryans-last-game-playing-as-sophmore-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZcn0RCLSA/TWVOobAH7MI/AAAAAAAAGi8/t3s3bKaHErU/s72-c/2011-02-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5106114743823632443</id><published>2011-02-21T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:44:08.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Winter Blues ~</title><content type='html'>I've had a bad case of winter BLAH since we got back from sunny St. George and Vegas.&amp;nbsp; It almost made it worse teasing me with sunshine and warmth.... it's time to go back down already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FTkolpLZ8/TWLfkJiRwjI/AAAAAAAAGig/xRisi_JmUFc/s1600/utah+mtn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FTkolpLZ8/TWLfkJiRwjI/AAAAAAAAGig/xRisi_JmUFc/s400/utah+mtn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for spring, I miss hiking, trail running, and gazing over the city from the tip top of a beautiful mountain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-wtB6tLRYk/TWLlpZTwg7I/AAAAAAAAGik/dhPwjXmo0l0/s1600/DSC01210_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-wtB6tLRYk/TWLlpZTwg7I/AAAAAAAAGik/dhPwjXmo0l0/s400/DSC01210_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunshine, swimming....water.&amp;nbsp; *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll get my sweat on with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/"&gt;BodyRock&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; in preparation of all the summer festivities.&amp;nbsp; Get in some spring cleaning...redecorate a little...clean my car (yikes) or better yet.... shopping with the girls???&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5106114743823632443?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5106114743823632443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5106114743823632443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-blues.html' title='~ Winter Blues ~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FTkolpLZ8/TWLfkJiRwjI/AAAAAAAAGig/xRisi_JmUFc/s72-c/utah+mtn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6964367018039439729</id><published>2011-02-21T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:49:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I stole Koen &amp;amp; Bethie away this past weekend for a sleepover.&amp;nbsp; I still wanted to workout Friday - so I had them take a bath, this is the best way to contain their energy and keep the occupied.&amp;nbsp; I did my workout in the hallway while they were splashing around happily down the hall in the bath.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing with Sam, saying we'll have the cleanest kids on the block since every time I'll want a break they'll be put in the bath to entertain themselves without running around the house like wild monkeys.&amp;nbsp; After the bath we played games, watched the cartoon Star Wars that had Koen up all night again with exciting dreams.&amp;nbsp; I had to move him out of our room at 4am since he wouldn't stop growling and thrashing around.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing to me that he and Bethie can sleep through all the noise he is making.&amp;nbsp; I am so in trouble when we have kids, the tiniest noise will wake me up.&amp;nbsp; After we moved him into the office, I hear him walk out to Sam who was out watching TV (yes he does not sleep) and say "my bed is wet".&amp;nbsp; lol.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking - oh-boy, hopefully Sam handles this....luckily my sweet hubby did, he changed the bedding, got some of my leggins for him to wear and put him back to bed.&amp;nbsp; I guess I should have thought twice about giving them a water bottle right before bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RiqyOitAMw/TWKsihheufI/AAAAAAAAGiU/PolcSjERnK0/s1600/2011-02-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RiqyOitAMw/TWKsihheufI/AAAAAAAAGiU/PolcSjERnK0/s640/2011-02-19.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were suppose to celebrate Sammy's birthday - but family craziness postponed that yet again.&amp;nbsp; So we set sights on finally getting Sam his truck - our old mazda that I had bought when I was 19 finally died, I 4-sure got my $1200 worth out of that car.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised it lasted this long!&amp;nbsp; We wanted to get something with cash - no car payments.&amp;nbsp; We found a white ford ranger that was in our price range - made an offer and took it home!&amp;nbsp; It was such a relief to have two cars again.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't a huge hassle, since I have AMAZING friends who came and picked me up on more than one occasion and my pops who happily would take me home almost every day.&amp;nbsp; Although, It will be nice to have complete freedom again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWddYFb_oXs/TWKyoovZw5I/AAAAAAAAGic/Jw4Afhdf7PM/s1600/ford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWddYFb_oXs/TWKyoovZw5I/AAAAAAAAGic/Jw4Afhdf7PM/s320/ford.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night we went to Amy's new house, that was gorgeous, to watch the dunk contest and Emily's wedding video!&amp;nbsp; It was fun to see all our friends.&amp;nbsp; I loved the wedding video!&amp;nbsp; Their wedding was a blast, I still love Curry's gallop dance we did down the dance floor, and now we have it captured forever.&amp;nbsp; We pretty much have the most amazing friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6964367018039439729?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6964367018039439729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6964367018039439729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/stole-koen-bethie-away-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RiqyOitAMw/TWKsihheufI/AAAAAAAAGiU/PolcSjERnK0/s72-c/2011-02-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8928633147861150648</id><published>2011-02-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:22:06.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSQ7sjGFQ4w/TWKeCgagfeI/AAAAAAAAGiA/3bMQf7Pd51g/s1600/182408_152099154846951_100001406034419_308224_175965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSQ7sjGFQ4w/TWKeCgagfeI/AAAAAAAAGiA/3bMQf7Pd51g/s320/182408_152099154846951_100001406034419_308224_175965_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ry &amp;amp; his girlfriend, shes on the drill team, he's a b-baller ~ so cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was able to  make it to Ryan's game vs. Alta.&amp;nbsp; Ryan has always been so much fun to  watch play ball.&amp;nbsp; He is so driven and plays hard!&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, He has had some  terrible back pains that have kept him out of the game for a little over  two weeks.&amp;nbsp; He threw off his back by bargaining with his  coach to get out of certain drills by performing one arm push ups, on  one side.&amp;nbsp; The coach was impressed with how many he could do, and would  agree.... little did they know it would through his back out of alignment and put him out for a couple  weeks.&amp;nbsp; With the physical therapist help, he is almost all aligned and back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-FZbAxN31c/TV1qZg89IXI/AAAAAAAAGho/XDYP-eUpdDo/s1600/2011-02-152.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-FZbAxN31c/TV1qZg89IXI/AAAAAAAAGho/XDYP-eUpdDo/s640/2011-02-152.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8msxFO72xek/TV1qZbkA-oI/AAAAAAAAGhg/72DwaGvjTOk/s1600/2011-02-15.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8msxFO72xek/TV1qZbkA-oI/AAAAAAAAGhg/72DwaGvjTOk/s640/2011-02-15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ryan made 9 of his 10 foul shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvLxQWtUWD8/TV1qZpUSwvI/AAAAAAAAGhw/LOaKyvFWWvY/s1600/2011-02-151.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="457" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvLxQWtUWD8/TV1qZpUSwvI/AAAAAAAAGhw/LOaKyvFWWvY/s640/2011-02-151.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are why I wish I had a fast camera!&amp;nbsp; Although they are blurry, they still captured some of his sweet shots!&amp;nbsp; The one in the bottom right corner, he had just stolen the ball from Alta, and ran down court to make a layup.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8U_U5CFUeI/TV1qaE3lT2I/AAAAAAAAGh4/_uhb3LCTAAA/s1600/2011-02-153.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="457" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8U_U5CFUeI/TV1qaE3lT2I/AAAAAAAAGh4/_uhb3LCTAAA/s640/2011-02-153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan ended up scoring 20 of the points for this game.&amp;nbsp; I completely admire his drive, and sportsmanship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8928633147861150648?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8928633147861150648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8928633147861150648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSQ7sjGFQ4w/TWKeCgagfeI/AAAAAAAAGiA/3bMQf7Pd51g/s72-c/182408_152099154846951_100001406034419_308224_175965_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4853459759719115352</id><published>2011-02-14T16:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:36:03.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrWxCefko8/TVmrzcB2BOI/AAAAAAAAGgc/orxN1Mq_iWo/s640/Vegas+-2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited to go out on the town!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BJWhBjmmiw/TVmr__X_hgI/AAAAAAAAGgk/jUjf_GmlWaE/s1600/Vegas+-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BJWhBjmmiw/TVmr__X_hgI/AAAAAAAAGgk/jUjf_GmlWaE/s640/Vegas+-.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tawn &amp;amp; I taking a mini photo shoot in front of the cool circular window&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eg1SqEx5D0/TVmuRVRcU6I/AAAAAAAAGgw/svhqxqqQwVc/s1600/Vegas+-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eg1SqEx5D0/TVmuRVRcU6I/AAAAAAAAGgw/svhqxqqQwVc/s640/Vegas+-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we come.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyV0n43830U/TVmr7JdslSI/AAAAAAAAGgg/ZuMQ36-QpEg/s1600/Vegas+-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyV0n43830U/TVmr7JdslSI/AAAAAAAAGgg/ZuMQ36-QpEg/s640/Vegas+-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yww35if0dQ/TVmyGHHUcpI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/lKs3jwsX-4w/s1600/Vegas+-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yww35if0dQ/TVmyGHHUcpI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/lKs3jwsX-4w/s640/Vegas+-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 - Year of the Rabbit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTD_2ZQlYa8/TVmvv-hY_8I/AAAAAAAAGhE/sBfx-IGDtf8/s1600/Vegas+-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTD_2ZQlYa8/TVmvv-hY_8I/AAAAAAAAGhE/sBfx-IGDtf8/s640/Vegas+-9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous fountains&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfUeBNvujeM/TVmt7xW1R4I/AAAAAAAAGgo/R0zb6wzftrI/s1600/Vegas+-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfUeBNvujeM/TVmt7xW1R4I/AAAAAAAAGgo/R0zb6wzftrI/s640/Vegas+-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved this atrium, the tile work was completely my colors and style with coy fish!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q0cc6Mpzso/TVmxTVSbl9I/AAAAAAAAGhM/YHL1Evrhu7o/s640/Vegas+-6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tawni &amp;amp; I Chanel mannequins to wild cougars- grrr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ybZQSx5KnY/TVmxMehntUI/AAAAAAAAGhI/ezSFRSWOwzE/s1600/Vegas+-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ybZQSx5KnY/TVmxMehntUI/AAAAAAAAGhI/ezSFRSWOwzE/s640/Vegas+-7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful waterfalls outside of the Belagio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT_UGqvOTGo/TVmvJdCVVbI/AAAAAAAAGg4/7-zLwNFhGjo/s1600/Vegas+-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT_UGqvOTGo/TVmvJdCVVbI/AAAAAAAAGg4/7-zLwNFhGjo/s640/Vegas+-8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy Dinner at a Cowboy BBQ ~ Best stop of the night, thanks to Sam's hungry stomach!&amp;nbsp; The bull ride we found was a Blast!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZOHBoav-vwY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yKmbBl0jvrg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawni &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_aQ29Xc0AME" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's is hilarious!! &amp;nbsp; If you have ever wanted to see Sam get tossed like a rag doll this is the video you've been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ljV_RFQVPAw" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4853459759719115352?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4853459759719115352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4853459759719115352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/vegas.html' title='Vegas!!!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyrWxCefko8/TVmrzcB2BOI/AAAAAAAAGgc/orxN1Mq_iWo/s72-c/Vegas+-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8722113169228287802</id><published>2011-02-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:14:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_k0NcNyPSs/TVmLo_BXB9I/AAAAAAAAGgQ/BuwIys2hhYA/s1600/Janet%2527s+Birthday+Present.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_k0NcNyPSs/TVmLo_BXB9I/AAAAAAAAGgQ/BuwIys2hhYA/s640/Janet%2527s+Birthday+Present.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Janet's birthday on super bowl Sunday, it was completely worth missing the super bowl to see her reaction when we gave her our gift.&amp;nbsp; We made a photo book of all the family ~ which was quite the feat getting everyone together to finish the book, thank heaven for Amanda!&amp;nbsp; It turned out so darling!&amp;nbsp; Each kid had their own page, we all wrote personalized notes to Janet - even Boston and Cia had their own pages!&amp;nbsp; We knew we had made a successful gift when she got teary eyed!&amp;nbsp; Mission Accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7AkUuxf_pY/TVmM14uRH8I/AAAAAAAAGgU/4-dksOzDSNA/s1600/Janet%2527s+Birthday+Present1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7AkUuxf_pY/TVmM14uRH8I/AAAAAAAAGgU/4-dksOzDSNA/s640/Janet%2527s+Birthday+Present1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the night with a couples game of Domion! Hattie was daddies helper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8722113169228287802?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8722113169228287802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8722113169228287802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/janets-birthday.html' title='Janet&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_k0NcNyPSs/TVmLo_BXB9I/AAAAAAAAGgQ/BuwIys2hhYA/s72-c/Janet%2527s+Birthday+Present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3254473930051036279</id><published>2011-02-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:58:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a home cooked meal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQLU7RDmPJ0/TVmHCnTvdkI/AAAAAAAAGgI/J3YADRzEfkk/s1600/Dinner+at+lance+%2526+Alanyas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQLU7RDmPJ0/TVmHCnTvdkI/AAAAAAAAGgI/J3YADRzEfkk/s640/Dinner+at+lance+%2526+Alanyas.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alayna and Lance FINALLY were able to land a pharmacist job here in Utah and stop living our of hotel rooms and mothers houses!&amp;nbsp; They invited us out to their new home for a yummy home cooked dinner!&amp;nbsp; Alayna was really ambitious or just crazy considering they had only been there for one week! It was a lot of fun to see their new place and just hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6o5Vh2eUjYA/TVmG9UvqVWI/AAAAAAAAGgE/2dPIBjWT__k/s1600/Dinner+at+lance+%2526+Alanyas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6o5Vh2eUjYA/TVmG9UvqVWI/AAAAAAAAGgE/2dPIBjWT__k/s640/Dinner+at+lance+%2526+Alanyas1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam was a hit with the girls - Tiffany was shocked that her youngest was so enthralled with him, considering she is so shy.&amp;nbsp; I loved catching up, laughing and reminiscing on the past.&amp;nbsp; We are so fortunate to have such amazing friends.&amp;nbsp; I love listening to Sam &amp;amp; Lance's stories, these to boys really are more like brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3254473930051036279?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3254473930051036279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3254473930051036279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-like-home-cooked-meal.html' title='Nothing like a home cooked meal!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQLU7RDmPJ0/TVmHCnTvdkI/AAAAAAAAGgI/J3YADRzEfkk/s72-c/Dinner+at+lance+%2526+Alanyas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5030132713004168198</id><published>2011-02-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:23:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party-Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N80XIplEj94/TVl8eyP2VQI/AAAAAAAAGf8/pPMdhgsORgo/s1600/Collages3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N80XIplEj94/TVl8eyP2VQI/AAAAAAAAGf8/pPMdhgsORgo/s640/Collages3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated Tawni's birthday with a Mexican fiesta surprise party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so cute to see her face when she realized it wasn't just her and Alan going out to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day I was chatting online with her, and she was telling me how sick little Sadie-bug was and I was so worried we were not going to be able to get her out of the house, I know she does not like to leave Sadie when she is sick.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Tosh had it all covered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UxhB7a_cvw/TVl8V8cvjaI/AAAAAAAAGf4/Tv0orL1JkVw/s1600/Tawni%2527s+Birthday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UxhB7a_cvw/TVl8V8cvjaI/AAAAAAAAGf4/Tv0orL1JkVw/s640/Tawni%2527s+Birthday1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone enjoyed their yummy mexican food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbRvkzJ0REw/TVl8Dsojm5I/AAAAAAAAGfw/5F1fiLnZVVk/s1600/Tawni%2527s+Birthday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbRvkzJ0REw/TVl8Dsojm5I/AAAAAAAAGfw/5F1fiLnZVVk/s640/Tawni%2527s+Birthday3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~~Pinata Time~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyAfAvmDSOs/TVl8LSYtkoI/AAAAAAAAGf0/diuBzCwHGj0/s1600/Tawni%2527s+Birthday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyAfAvmDSOs/TVl8LSYtkoI/AAAAAAAAGf0/diuBzCwHGj0/s640/Tawni%2527s+Birthday2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alan was the brave sole who held the pinata as Tawn swung away!&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious, she was so worried about hitting him.&amp;nbsp; After a couple swipes she broke open her pinata full of money and candy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A43FhHYNAb4/TVmBPNPLfTI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6RYn4RHWDF8/s1600/Temp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A43FhHYNAb4/TVmBPNPLfTI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6RYn4RHWDF8/s640/Temp.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5030132713004168198?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5030132713004168198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5030132713004168198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/party-party.html' title='Party-Party'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N80XIplEj94/TVl8eyP2VQI/AAAAAAAAGf8/pPMdhgsORgo/s72-c/Collages3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5688700947092707276</id><published>2011-02-09T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:19:55.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's 26.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Saturday was Tawn's birthday!!&amp;nbsp; I love this girl so much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TVLFvfhMSkI/AAAAAAAAGfo/DWNiOHxNFSM/s1600/SDC12404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TVLFvfhMSkI/AAAAAAAAGfo/DWNiOHxNFSM/s320/SDC12404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I am in a bad mood or do not want to do something, Sam will jokily say...."do I need to call Tawni"?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is the effect she has on me, I can't help but be happy and laugh when I am around her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TVLGHM3yOiI/AAAAAAAAGfs/Orexp_5Xw10/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TVLGHM3yOiI/AAAAAAAAGfs/Orexp_5Xw10/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is such an amazing mother to her beautiful Sadie.&amp;nbsp; I've loved watching her grown up, I can't believe she'll be three in May!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have found such an amazing true friend.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful to have her! I think of everything that has happened, all are talks going back to the computer room at Kohls.&amp;nbsp; Then to see how everything is falling into place is just so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have her to share our lives with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is not complete without girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5688700947092707276?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5688700947092707276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5688700947092707276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/someones-26.html' title='Someone&apos;s 26.....'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TVLFvfhMSkI/AAAAAAAAGfo/DWNiOHxNFSM/s72-c/SDC12404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5929497094113119547</id><published>2011-02-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:56:15.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thousand Roads Through Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.danoah.com/2011/02/thousand-roads-through-hell.html"&gt;YOU HAVE TO READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link above and take a minute to read this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My fiend Amy shared this with me and it is just such a beautiful truth of life!&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have never faced something this heart wrenching head on- but i have shared the emotions through some I dearly dearly love. There is complete happiness waiting for you - if you're brave enough to find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5929497094113119547?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5929497094113119547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5929497094113119547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/thousand-roads-through-hell.html' title='The Thousand Roads Through Hell'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3964376188011789361</id><published>2011-02-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:28:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUxhVSd7jAI/AAAAAAAAGfk/ADF2gP3-NDo/s1600/love+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUxhVSd7jAI/AAAAAAAAGfk/ADF2gP3-NDo/s320/love+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very excited for this weekend&amp;nbsp; ~&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a great one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3964376188011789361?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3964376188011789361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3964376188011789361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUxhVSd7jAI/AAAAAAAAGfk/ADF2gP3-NDo/s72-c/love+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-43330485639808312</id><published>2011-02-03T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:04:58.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ Korean Puzzle Mania ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs3FFlZZtI/AAAAAAAAGfY/XgCl-SeT_j8/s1600/Korean%2BPuzzle%2BBuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs3FFlZZtI/AAAAAAAAGfY/XgCl-SeT_j8/s640/Korean%2BPuzzle%2BBuilding.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;James, Sam's younger brother has been living abroad since I have been with Sam - about 8 years.&amp;nbsp; First he was in Mexico serving a mission, then he had a short stint in Utah before he decided he was moving to Japan - he lived there for about 3 years, and now he is in Korea!&amp;nbsp; I love Jame's enthusiasm for life and love for all people.&amp;nbsp; He is the most genuine person with a huge passion for life.&amp;nbsp; I love his energy!&amp;nbsp; He brought these 3D puzzles with him for his visit, one for each family member.&amp;nbsp; He was so passionate about the fulfillment of building these with no instructions, just the joy of figuring it out on your own- he was right!&amp;nbsp; It was a blast!&amp;nbsp; I have to brag I finished first - then finished Kerry's boat still finishing before everyone - yeah I kick butt at puzzles - it's the crafty-ness in me.&amp;nbsp; I loved this idea, James is brilliant!&amp;nbsp; All the puzzles turned out very SEXY - as James described them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUxb33VdK7I/AAAAAAAAGfg/rQ644ksc7Ks/s1600/Korean+Puzzle+Building1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUxb33VdK7I/AAAAAAAAGfg/rQ644ksc7Ks/s640/Korean+Puzzle+Building1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-43330485639808312?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/43330485639808312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/43330485639808312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/korean-puzzle-mania.html' title='~~ Korean Puzzle Mania ~~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs3FFlZZtI/AAAAAAAAGfY/XgCl-SeT_j8/s72-c/Korean%2BPuzzle%2BBuilding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-915818807603641066</id><published>2011-02-03T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:00:12.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling &amp; Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs06AANIdI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/NMkyUCKYLOQ/s1600/Whitaker%2BSunday%2BDinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs06AANIdI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/NMkyUCKYLOQ/s640/Whitaker%2BSunday%2BDinner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my moms for dinner Sunday - I found out that I am getting baby #4 from my big bro &amp;amp; Tal!&amp;nbsp; I am so excited for them, with John being gone Tal is going to need all the help she can get!!&amp;nbsp; Luckily for her I adore her kido's!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, chill hang-out, Sammy showed us his cute new bird he got for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; Sam was teaching Ryan how to juggle.&amp;nbsp; David was playing - of course - cars with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Paul was being a cute cute baby.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy living so close to family, and if I do say so myself I've got some pretty amazing brothers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-915818807603641066?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/915818807603641066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/915818807603641066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/juggling-birds.html' title='Juggling &amp; Birds'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUs06AANIdI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/NMkyUCKYLOQ/s72-c/Whitaker%2BSunday%2BDinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8821270288680792711</id><published>2011-02-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:57:12.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Dinner &amp; No Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsutRp9LkI/AAAAAAAAGfA/k6RdgEpBSzo/s1600/Dinner%2BwGraceys%2B%2526%2BGame%2Bnight%2Bat%2BAlans.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsutRp9LkI/AAAAAAAAGfA/k6RdgEpBSzo/s640/Dinner%2BwGraceys%2B%2526%2BGame%2Bnight%2Bat%2BAlans.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had family photo's with the Gracey's this past Saturday.&amp;nbsp; We went to Wheeler Farm, I really like how they turned out and can't wait for my own copy.&amp;nbsp; After Kerry was generous and took us all out to eat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love my family!&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that I can call all these people, not only my family, but my friends.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoy hanging out, talking, playing games - other than catan.....&amp;nbsp; I've pretty much got the coolest family ever.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsutob7k5I/AAAAAAAAGfI/Q0y6b1nZsHI/s1600/Dinner%2BwGraceys%2B%2526%2BGame%2Bnight%2Bat%2BAlans1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsutob7k5I/AAAAAAAAGfI/Q0y6b1nZsHI/s640/Dinner%2BwGraceys%2B%2526%2BGame%2Bnight%2Bat%2BAlans1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, Sam and I went home and slept for 3 hours - thank heaven we did cause later that night we went over to Alan's house and the boys played games in one room, while Tawn and I&amp;nbsp; talked, laughed, went on treat runs, talked some more, laughed in another room.&amp;nbsp; We played card games - Tawni kicked my butt in go-fish - yes she had 9 sets to my 3 - we had to look up rules on how to play.&amp;nbsp; It was a fabulous night - I didn't even realize how late it was - 5am - when we decided to head home. &amp;nbsp; Everyone was so silly with exhaustion! &amp;nbsp; It was Joseph's last night here before he left to Korea and had to be at the airport at 5:30, the rest of the boys played until 9am - yes, they are crazy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8821270288680792711?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8821270288680792711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8821270288680792711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/yummy-dinner-no-sleep.html' title='Yummy Dinner &amp; No Sleep'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsutRp9LkI/AAAAAAAAGfA/k6RdgEpBSzo/s72-c/Dinner%2BwGraceys%2B%2526%2BGame%2Bnight%2Bat%2BAlans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6612536736800923914</id><published>2011-02-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:09:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsiDh3P4YI/AAAAAAAAGew/DlBfyu65LaY/s1600/2011-01-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="457" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsiDh3P4YI/AAAAAAAAGew/DlBfyu65LaY/s640/2011-01-29.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUskQcilk5I/AAAAAAAAGe4/5M_e1HaGRQA/s1600/SDC13374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUskQcilk5I/AAAAAAAAGe4/5M_e1HaGRQA/s200/SDC13374.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUskUyeCS8I/AAAAAAAAGe8/nciV_falcVo/s1600/SDC13417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUskUyeCS8I/AAAAAAAAGe8/nciV_falcVo/s200/SDC13417.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever Maddie comes for a visit I make it a priority to get some one on one time.&amp;nbsp; It's important to me, to let her know that I love and care about her.&amp;nbsp; Since we don't see each other very often I try to make a lasting impression with the short time we have together.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, it seams to be working and she is always very excited to go shopping!&amp;nbsp; We went to Target, it was so much fun walking around with her, seeing her taste in clothing, etc.&amp;nbsp; We had a huge basket of items to try on, but once we were in the dressing room she would have nothing to do with anything besides her dancing outfit!&amp;nbsp; I love how she immediately got into dancing character.&amp;nbsp; Flipped her hair back, spun around - it was adorable.&amp;nbsp; Right then I decided I had to make her some pretty skirts!&lt;br /&gt;By the time I left the Gracey's it was 11pm, the boys were off to play Catan - so I called my mom, borrowed her sewing machine since it functions much better than mine and ran to walmart to get some horse fabric, since Maddie loves them (thank heaven for 24/7 stores).&amp;nbsp; I knew I had some pink fabric, got home and got to work.&amp;nbsp; I love crafting, and am learning to love sewing as well.&amp;nbsp; These skirts are very basic, yet turn out really cute - totally my thing.&amp;nbsp; I ended up staying up until 4am, sewing and burning fabric, it was so much fun.&amp;nbsp; I am still not 100% in love with the horse skirt - the white wasn't as sheer as I had hoped it to be, but Maddie loved them and that is all that mattered.&amp;nbsp; I gave them to her after family pictures the following day - she immediately wanted to put on the pink skirt!&amp;nbsp; I am going to make her a little stock pile of sparkly fun skirts to take home next time she comes for a visit.&amp;nbsp; The only down-fall was I didn't get a chance to measure her actual waist size - so I guessed - and it was too big.&amp;nbsp; I felt bad it was falling off of her, but I didn't have time to sinch inthe waist before she went back home.&amp;nbsp; Overall it was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I love crafting and making anything - but it's so much more fun to make things for or with other people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6612536736800923914?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6612536736800923914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6612536736800923914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping!!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsiDh3P4YI/AAAAAAAAGew/DlBfyu65LaY/s72-c/2011-01-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5787139616161312610</id><published>2011-02-03T14:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:40:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie, Maddie, Maddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsctogvdiI/AAAAAAAAGeg/9tPLN4hEKfE/s1600/2011-01-291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsctogvdiI/AAAAAAAAGeg/9tPLN4hEKfE/s640/2011-01-291.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is beautiful Maddie!&amp;nbsp; I can't beleive how quickly this little love is growing into a darling little girl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsc3JVAcfI/AAAAAAAAGek/6nCbHhXnmxg/s1600/2011-01-292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsc3JVAcfI/AAAAAAAAGek/6nCbHhXnmxg/s640/2011-01-292.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie and Uncle Sam!&amp;nbsp; I love watching Sam and Maddie interact, it's hilarious.&amp;nbsp; There personalities work so well together, Sam loves to tease and Maddie loves to react!&amp;nbsp; They really play off of each other really well.&amp;nbsp; Ethan had already gone to bed, so it was just Maddie up - and she was loving all this attention!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsdA6GDdeI/AAAAAAAAGeo/015WO-ecPL4/s1600/2011-01-293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsdA6GDdeI/AAAAAAAAGeo/015WO-ecPL4/s640/2011-01-293.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie &amp;amp; Daddy!&amp;nbsp; It's so adorable seeing how much Maddie loves her daddy!&amp;nbsp; Daddy this, Daddy that - she is all the rave about her daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsdHLNcgII/AAAAAAAAGes/ZaTJs6jJ5SY/s1600/2011-01-294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsdHLNcgII/AAAAAAAAGes/ZaTJs6jJ5SY/s640/2011-01-294.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Maddie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ZY1jRFs9jE" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5787139616161312610?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5787139616161312610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5787139616161312610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/youtube-video-player.html' title='Maddie, Maddie, Maddie'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUsctogvdiI/AAAAAAAAGeg/9tPLN4hEKfE/s72-c/2011-01-291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6408492739838099524</id><published>2011-02-02T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:54:44.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie &amp; Ethan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUcd8Dq4I/AAAAAAAAGd8/fR2tR-8HsVU/s1600/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUcd8Dq4I/AAAAAAAAGd8/fR2tR-8HsVU/s640/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing Mad's and I do when she is at the Gracey's for a visit is nails - it's our thing.&amp;nbsp; I brought over glitter and nail polish and got to work.&amp;nbsp; Maddie knows exactly what she wants, and is so sweet when she letting me know which color she wants where.&amp;nbsp; Ethan was such a doll sitting next to us, sweetly watching.&amp;nbsp; When I was finished up with Maddie's nails - Ethan hands me the blue and green glitter - so with Daddy's permission Ethan got some manly colors on his nails as well.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnU3Kss5cI/AAAAAAAAGec/WwPb0jrDxPM/s1600/Hanging+out+w+Maddie+%2526+Ethan4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnU3Kss5cI/AAAAAAAAGec/WwPb0jrDxPM/s640/Hanging+out+w+Maddie+%2526+Ethan4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Ethan - these two are so similar, both so sweet and kind in nature.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUc6Hp5bI/AAAAAAAAGeE/1QzEOYDsXg8/s1600/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="457" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUc6Hp5bI/AAAAAAAAGeE/1QzEOYDsXg8/s640/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling Ethan comes up to me holding a book- so we read the Little Mermaid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUdNnh4ZI/AAAAAAAAGeM/fPmOnszLXKk/s1600/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="457" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUdNnh4ZI/AAAAAAAAGeM/fPmOnszLXKk/s640/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie was so darling, when we first walked into the house, Maddie smiles, and says to Sam "I know You"&amp;nbsp; they love their uncle Sam.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is so sweet about taking time to play and give each little one attention and love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUdoo4enI/AAAAAAAAGeU/4RWpmLtGyiM/s1600/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUdoo4enI/AAAAAAAAGeU/4RWpmLtGyiM/s640/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie, Maddie, Maddie- this little love is such a ball of giggles and energy - I love it!&amp;nbsp; She is such a happy little doll, loves to play play play!&amp;nbsp; I love her laugh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6408492739838099524?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6408492739838099524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6408492739838099524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/maddie-ethan.html' title='Maddie &amp; Ethan!!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUnUcd8Dq4I/AAAAAAAAGd8/fR2tR-8HsVU/s72-c/Hanging%2Bout%2Bw%2BMaddie%2B%2526%2BEthan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7661995674072222143</id><published>2011-02-01T15:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:43:19.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling is Contagious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love Month&amp;nbsp; is officially here and only 10 days until my mini trip with my won-tawn, mr. A and lover buns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had set a goal in January to work out every day - I ALMOST made it - so close.&amp;nbsp; I worked out 30 of the 31 days.&amp;nbsp; This last Saturday I stayed up entirely too late, 5am, playing games and laughing with my bestie. &amp;nbsp;That killed all my drive to workout this Sunday. 30 in not too bad, but not my goal - so I am carrying over the goal to February! Our Sexy Sweaty Betties blog has really helped with my motivation to set this goal - it's great to have some sort of accountability to multiple people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUh2iXshCpI/AAAAAAAAGds/fmzwtEGY7gs/s1600/Map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUh2iXshCpI/AAAAAAAAGds/fmzwtEGY7gs/s400/Map.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the feeling of working out every day!&amp;nbsp; I am loving the results too!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how able my body really is.&amp;nbsp; A bunch of friends are getting together to run the Dirty Dash in Heber.&amp;nbsp; I love how confident I feel in my ability to perform and not hold our group back. This obstacle course looks like SO much fun, I can't wait!&amp;nbsp; The race is in June - so by then I want to be confident enough to rock a sports bra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Life has been so uplifting lately!&amp;nbsp; I always find myself amazed at how fortunate I am to be surrounded by such amazing people, all our friends &amp;amp; family.&amp;nbsp; I'm left feeling so blessed &amp;amp; humbled.&amp;nbsp; When I find myself getting overwhelmed that my house is in constant disarray, I remember why.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that my spare time is spent laughing and making memories with people I love and adore, not keeping a perfect home.&amp;nbsp; Life is all about the people and relationships you build along the way.&amp;nbsp; True happiness is in the people you surround yourself with - not material things (although a shopping spree with your girls doesn't hurt).&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have let go of all the negative baggage, accepted what cannot be changed.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has difficult, sometimes painful situations that are out of their control.&amp;nbsp; I've learned to set boundaries or rules of who and what to allow in my life.&amp;nbsp; Life is so beautiful.&amp;nbsp; People are constantly surprising me with their kindness and genuine love.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for everyone who is there for me - and those who have been amazing examples to me without even knowing.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for everyone who loves me for who I am, what I say, and my intentions. I am far from perfect, but I will always be willing to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7661995674072222143?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7661995674072222143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7661995674072222143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/yep-life-really-is-that-good.html' title='Smiling is Contagious'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUh2iXshCpI/AAAAAAAAGds/fmzwtEGY7gs/s72-c/Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1657451090291811978</id><published>2011-01-27T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:02:13.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHh7x1gUoI/AAAAAAAAGdg/665_ah15qz4/s1600/no-strings-attached-1292451788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHh7x1gUoI/AAAAAAAAGdg/665_ah15qz4/s640/no-strings-attached-1292451788.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have never been the type to gush over celebrities, I almost don't see them as real people.&amp;nbsp; Ashton Kutcher totally gets me though - ever since seeing him on Punked, I totally fell for his personality. I also respect the way he handles his personal life....from what is publicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw "No Strings Attached" with Jason, Emily, Cody and Curry Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; I completely gushed over him the entire movie, the character he played didn't hurt either.&amp;nbsp; Poor Curry was really ill, and being the trooper she is would just quietly leave covering her mouth jogging to the restroom to throw up :(&amp;nbsp; She ended up missing half the movie, I felt so bad for her.&amp;nbsp; It was a really cute movie, I really liked the overall storyline.&amp;nbsp; Love is scary - but oh so so worth it if you are lucky enough to find yourself your very own Ashton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1657451090291811978?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1657451090291811978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1657451090291811978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/star-crush.html' title='Star Crush'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHh7x1gUoI/AAAAAAAAGdg/665_ah15qz4/s72-c/no-strings-attached-1292451788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5757740239960632824</id><published>2011-01-27T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:12:54.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHcrghpe3I/AAAAAAAAGdU/Q9--AKTavgY/s1600/SDC13250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHcrghpe3I/AAAAAAAAGdU/Q9--AKTavgY/s640/SDC13250.JPG" width="635" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, he is my little prince and a pea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHeloqILtI/AAAAAAAAGdc/jdcMLVeBPvw/s1600/the_princess_and_the_pea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHeloqILtI/AAAAAAAAGdc/jdcMLVeBPvw/s320/the_princess_and_the_pea1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had folded up all the blankets from the kids sleeping over, and when I came back into the room Boston had made himself right at home.&amp;nbsp; He is such a cute little stud.&amp;nbsp; He really does have a taste for the finer things in life...or maybe we just spoil him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5757740239960632824?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5757740239960632824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5757740239960632824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfy.html' title='Comfy?'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TUHcrghpe3I/AAAAAAAAGdU/Q9--AKTavgY/s72-c/SDC13250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3825980696691670567</id><published>2011-01-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:24:05.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheros &amp; Ponys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT9HFPMAxiI/AAAAAAAAGdM/GZXWp1ugvSE/s1600/2011-01-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT9HFPMAxiI/AAAAAAAAGdM/GZXWp1ugvSE/s640/2011-01-22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I had an itch for some Koen &amp;amp; Bethie time this past Friday, so we had a sleepover!&amp;nbsp; They found some old 3D glasses in the back of my car - so we had a "cool" photo-shoot.&amp;nbsp; I love Koen's eyes - he's totally being a tough-man.&amp;nbsp; I guess you're never too young to feel cool in a pair of sunglasses -- or 3D glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT9HEyDuCHI/AAAAAAAAGdE/O68ebWna2A8/s1600/2011-01-221.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT9HEyDuCHI/AAAAAAAAGdE/O68ebWna2A8/s640/2011-01-221.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went in the bedroom to check on them and make sure Bethie wasn't turning the lamp on-off-on-off-on-off and found them passed out.&amp;nbsp; I just thought it was so darling.&amp;nbsp; They are such beautiful children, I love them so much. &amp;nbsp; I let Koen watch a superhero cartoon before bed - that was a mistake.&amp;nbsp; He was having intense dreams.&amp;nbsp; He would sit up - growling/yelling, thrashing his body around like he was in some epic battle.... all night long.&amp;nbsp; I had to calm him down by saying "it's okay Koen" so we could avoid the loud play by play of his dreams.&amp;nbsp; The next morning over breakfast I was asking about his dreams, he replies "oh, superhero stuff".&amp;nbsp; Bethie says&amp;nbsp; "I had ponies"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3825980696691670567?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3825980696691670567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3825980696691670567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/superheros-ponys.html' title='Superheros &amp; Ponys'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT9HFPMAxiI/AAAAAAAAGdM/GZXWp1ugvSE/s72-c/2011-01-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8813596010519673055</id><published>2011-01-25T13:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:09:04.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathon's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_rGlnODI/AAAAAAAAGc0/RhgTb3W6S3w/s1600/Jonathons+Birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_rGlnODI/AAAAAAAAGc0/RhgTb3W6S3w/s640/Jonathons+Birthday.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got together for Jonathon's 26th Birthday at Tucano's Brazilian Grill at the Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pretty much married into the coolest family ~ ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_xPTtZLI/AAAAAAAAGc4/3S1FueRKN0s/s1600/Jonathons+Birthday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_xPTtZLI/AAAAAAAAGc4/3S1FueRKN0s/s640/Jonathons+Birthday1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the salad bar they had delicious fried banana's, genius Tawni asked for a plate of chocolate sauce for dipping....mmmmmm.&amp;nbsp; We ate entirely too many.&amp;nbsp; I love Kristine's fork sneaking a banana while I am taking the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_36OiFBI/AAAAAAAAGc8/oPWCjaZfvcs/s1600/Jonathons+Birthday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_36OiFBI/AAAAAAAAGc8/oPWCjaZfvcs/s640/Jonathons+Birthday2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan, Jonny &amp;amp; Matt were able to make the party - they are Jonathon's buddies from childhood. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/44kbrRsga0Q" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love this video ~ That's just Jonathon to a T.&amp;nbsp; Happy go lucky amazing guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8813596010519673055?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8813596010519673055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8813596010519673055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/jonathons-birthday.html' title='Jonathon&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TT7_rGlnODI/AAAAAAAAGc0/RhgTb3W6S3w/s72-c/Jonathons+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2815362383083577190</id><published>2011-01-19T12:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:38:06.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethie's New Dollhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTdCladVZ-I/AAAAAAAAGco/pkhzqSPAPh8/s1600/2011-01-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTdCladVZ-I/AAAAAAAAGco/pkhzqSPAPh8/s640/2011-01-09.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom found this darling dollhouse for Bethie, we are going to re-paint, re-carpet, and decorate.  I asked Bethie what colors she wanted her house and she said PINK - she had chosen her outfit for that day and it was entirely pink - so, clearly this is her favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing hide 'n' seek with Bethie, and she hid in the house.  She is such a limber little doll, she climbed in the house and folded herself in half.  I grabbed my camera and started taking photos - she looks at me "shell, you're suppose to be finding me".  Koen, who was helping me find Bethie, hid in the plant when I started taking the pictures.  I love the photo of Bethie folded in half and handsome Koen peering through the plant.  They are the sweetest little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is the baby now, he is such a little stud.  I swear he and Bethie weigh the same!  He is such a cute, smiley, solid guy.&amp;nbsp; I had to get a picture of us in our coordinating lumber jack shirts!&amp;nbsp;  I really want to steal him away for a night to get to know this little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-2815362383083577190?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2815362383083577190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2815362383083577190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/bethies-new-dollhouse.html' title='Bethie&apos;s New Dollhouse'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTdCladVZ-I/AAAAAAAAGco/pkhzqSPAPh8/s72-c/2011-01-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5636470869906647227</id><published>2011-01-19T11:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:25:32.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTcqgUjCWcI/AAAAAAAAGcc/pRxxADMTFF4/s1600/2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTcqgUjCWcI/AAAAAAAAGcc/pRxxADMTFF4/s1600/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe how quickly time is flying by. Four more years and I'll be 30…… crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, like most years, had its ups and downs, happily there were more ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I fell deeper in love with my amazing husband&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I saw a person come back to life, right in front of my eyes - this was amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My family grew by two members, cute Paul in May and darling Hattie in Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;My handsome, amazing, strong older brother became a Ranger, and is now serving our country in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;I turned 26 – great number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;I joined the smart phone population – and love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;I found out that just because someone says "there isn't anything you could do that would make me dislike you", doesn't mean you should completely drop the filter from your brain to mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I started to grasp at my own potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; I've learned that growing pains are still relevant in my life, and have learned to love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; I decided I needed a role model - and found I already have plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; Drop baggage and stop building walls, it only hurts you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; Communication, Forgiveness and Love fix everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is a lot more – but this is what came to mind in the short time posting.  I love my family and friends so much!  The people you surround yourself with can change your life.  My girlfriends are such beautiful strong women, and I look up to each one of them.  My family – they are all so diverse and such amazing individuals - I love all of them.  My darling love Sam, he still is my greatest blessing.  I adore, respect and am so in love with this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with gratitude for all the laughter and tears making great memories in 2010.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5636470869906647227?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5636470869906647227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5636470869906647227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-believe-how-quickly-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTcqgUjCWcI/AAAAAAAAGcc/pRxxADMTFF4/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1433572847997851616</id><published>2011-01-18T11:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:32:38.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTnabSqhI/AAAAAAAAGb8/DO-kF3FuvGE/s1600/2010-12-315.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTnabSqhI/AAAAAAAAGb8/DO-kF3FuvGE/s400/2010-12-315.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love dressing up - in any way.&amp;nbsp; So when I got Kelly's email to wear the colors of the rainbow - I totally had Sam and I deck out!&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious when we got there though - we definitely stood out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUOPDu9gI/AAAAAAAAGcE/YwbLMdDEO1U/s1600/2010-12-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUOPDu9gI/AAAAAAAAGcE/YwbLMdDEO1U/s400/2010-12-31.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and Kristen had a Jenga building contest. They both got to the exact height before tumbling over - it was pretty intense :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTnAPtdfI/AAAAAAAAGb0/jfUkxQ-TS9A/s1600/2010-12-316.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTnAPtdfI/AAAAAAAAGb0/jfUkxQ-TS9A/s400/2010-12-316.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My poor baby pulled his back out - for the first time ever - five minutes before we left our house, just putting on his jeans.&amp;nbsp; I think it may have had something to do with the combo of a new bed realigning his back - and he had just worked out at the gym???&amp;nbsp; Whatever it was, it was really sad.&amp;nbsp; He hunched around all night, and really didn't move much.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUTtF3AUI/AAAAAAAAGcI/PSoxuJrrsCg/s1600/2010-12-311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUTtF3AUI/AAAAAAAAGcI/PSoxuJrrsCg/s400/2010-12-311.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Shaylee put on Sam's huge shoes, she looked adorable.&amp;nbsp; Some other random shots - Jason, Ryan &amp;amp; Kristen / Jason and Emily / Brad, Ryan, Kristen, Jon &amp;amp; Matt playing games / Emily, Janson, Jon &amp;amp; Sam looking at Jason &amp;amp; Emily's wedding pictures / Kelly &amp;amp; Kristen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUaNhtCSI/AAAAAAAAGcM/ncEcx7a_gGI/s1600/2010-12-312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUaNhtCSI/AAAAAAAAGcM/ncEcx7a_gGI/s400/2010-12-312.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some lovely pictures of&amp;nbsp; Kelly, Me &amp;amp; Mandy.&amp;nbsp; The night just would not be complete without random - pirate, duck face, tongue pictures...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUi-XxU-I/AAAAAAAAGcQ/mIzWkWFB1k8/s1600/2010-12-313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUi-XxU-I/AAAAAAAAGcQ/mIzWkWFB1k8/s400/2010-12-313.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got all the girls in on our photo shoot - "the surprise turn", "pirates" (yes we made the arrrrr sound) and our beautiful smiles.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUnWP7z_I/AAAAAAAAGcU/THnMEs9eC2o/s1600/2010-12-314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXUnWP7z_I/AAAAAAAAGcU/THnMEs9eC2o/s400/2010-12-314.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason and Matt - such great buddies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTm202FSI/AAAAAAAAGbs/9JQyF3MjnXM/s1600/2010-12-317.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTm202FSI/AAAAAAAAGbs/9JQyF3MjnXM/s400/2010-12-317.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were playing games - the consequence for loosing was cheese wiz.,.....yummmmm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTmThsBZI/AAAAAAAAGbk/RLvkG8tzZEw/s1600/2010-12-318.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="309" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTmThsBZI/AAAAAAAAGbk/RLvkG8tzZEw/s400/2010-12-318.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelly - Kelly - Kelly - Sam was hiding under the table from Kelly who was not done playing with the cheese wiz.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't hid well enough&amp;nbsp; - as you can see.&amp;nbsp; I was standing next to Mandy - who was Kelly's real target and I got gunked up as well.&amp;nbsp; I love the picture of Sam and I laughing - totally captures the night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1433572847997851616?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1433572847997851616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1433572847997851616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-2010.html' title='New Years Eve 2010'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TTXTnabSqhI/AAAAAAAAGb8/DO-kF3FuvGE/s72-c/2010-12-315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4573889480338839690</id><published>2011-01-11T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:12:07.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ~ Game Night ~ ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzPP2Q3WrI/AAAAAAAAGbc/GBEjwuvTO58/s1600/December%2B20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzPP2Q3WrI/AAAAAAAAGbc/GBEjwuvTO58/s640/December%2B20105.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get together with our buddies for a game night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun getting the original 5 together that have been friends since grade school - Sam, Lance, Matt, Randy &amp;amp; Jake.&amp;nbsp; I made them pose for a picture, they were all laughing at me, but 10 years from now they'll love them!&lt;br /&gt;Johnathon &amp;amp; Amanda, Tawni &amp;amp; Alan (Randy's lil bro) &amp;amp; Johnny came as well.&amp;nbsp; We spent all night playing games, talking, eating junk food.&amp;nbsp; Tawni, Amanda, and I had some girl talk.&amp;nbsp; I kissed little Hattie a thousand times.&amp;nbsp; It was a great night!&amp;nbsp; I love all these people so much!&amp;nbsp; It's crazy to think that I have been friends with all these people since I was 19!&amp;nbsp; Time really goes so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4573889480338839690?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4573889480338839690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4573889480338839690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/game-night.html' title='~ ~ Game Night ~ ~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzPP2Q3WrI/AAAAAAAAGbc/GBEjwuvTO58/s72-c/December%2B20105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8561773480317449750</id><published>2011-01-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:40:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzMIGjgzsI/AAAAAAAAGbM/jdVqDZUM3eA/s1600/December%2B20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzMIGjgzsI/AAAAAAAAGbM/jdVqDZUM3eA/s640/December%2B20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Christmas was fabulous!  We started out our busy day at my parents house.  Since we had celebrated early with my big bro before he left we focused on Koen and Bethie.  It was so fun having them, they really make the holidays so much fun!  After the kids were done opening their presents the adults did a small white elephant type game.  It was hilarious watching my brothers barter and trade gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzMIPFPHqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/eaIPyMmMTT8/s1600/December%2B20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzMIPFPHqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/eaIPyMmMTT8/s640/December%2B20102.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the Gracey house!&amp;nbsp; I love my in-laws.&amp;nbsp; This was Hattie's first Christmas and she got spoiled!&amp;nbsp; She got so many cute little outfits!&amp;nbsp; She is just so fun to buy for, you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Janet gave all this kids some cash, she did the most amazing origami!&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun way to give cash!&amp;nbsp; Even Boston and Cia got their own presents, bags FULL of treats, a ton of fun new toys for Grandma's house, Bostons second home. Kerry made crab omelets, they were really good.&amp;nbsp; The Gracey's are good about helping me expand my palette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we stopped by my Grandma W. house, I sadly didn't take any pictures. It was so great to see all my cousins.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to see how much they have grown, they are the sweetest kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my grandparents we went back to the Gracey's for about 45 minutes before going to see Gulliver's Travels with my family. - the movie was really lame - but I got to cuddle with sweet Bethie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our night at the Gracey house, hanging out, talking and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Christmas, I am so thankful for my beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8561773480317449750?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8561773480317449750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8561773480317449750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-2010.html' title='Merry Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzMIGjgzsI/AAAAAAAAGbM/jdVqDZUM3eA/s72-c/December%2B20101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3562934402051960015</id><published>2011-01-11T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:41:28.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...he can cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzK0urfZ8I/AAAAAAAAGbE/niXQWYD1oZE/s1600/December%2B20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzK0urfZ8I/AAAAAAAAGbE/niXQWYD1oZE/s640/December%2B20104.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam made the most delicious Parmesan Chicken!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had to document it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was over in the kitchen pounding the chicken, cutting up fresh parsley, mixing, grading, etc.  It was just too cute not to capture.  All while my darling hubby was slaving away in the kitchen, I was cuddled up on the couch watching tv, waiting for my dinner.  It was heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I was rather surprised how much I liked it.  Anyone who knows me knows - I do not like meat.&lt;br /&gt;This chicken was really nummy though, he had seasoned it really nicely and it was really tender and moist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason why I love this man to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3562934402051960015?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3562934402051960015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3562934402051960015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeshe-can-cook.html' title='Yes...he can cook'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzK0urfZ8I/AAAAAAAAGbE/niXQWYD1oZE/s72-c/December%2B20104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8556180710339672772</id><published>2011-01-11T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:41:41.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzJ5QwCAhI/AAAAAAAAGa8/7X3-tTKtT3g/s1600/December%2B20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzJ5QwCAhI/AAAAAAAAGa8/7X3-tTKtT3g/s640/December%2B20103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights before Christmas, I got little Hattie all to myself - well I did share with Sam.  She was such an angel the entire night.  Before meeting up with Sam I did some last minute shopping with my mom and other niece Bethie, she was such a doll and slept the entire time!  When I got home, Sam and I went to a couple more stores, she was awake by this time, and was such a good baby in the store, she just looked around and smiled at everyone.  As we were checking out the cashier asks how old she is, Sam and I kinda look at each other...I say I think 3 months.  The cashier tired to hide her shock that we did not know how old our own baby was.&lt;br /&gt;Hattie was so much fun to tend, she is such a happy, sweet little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8556180710339672772?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8556180710339672772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8556180710339672772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-time.html' title='Baby Time'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSzJ5QwCAhI/AAAAAAAAGa8/7X3-tTKtT3g/s72-c/December%2B20103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-418453461738362698</id><published>2011-01-06T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:33:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ~  Girls Christmas ~ ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Although this is such a busy time of year and a lot of girls couldn't  make it, I still wanted to have a girls night with the girls I love and  am so thankful to have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSY_ouy17UI/AAAAAAAAGaI/_faqPgD_y-A/s1600/SDC13043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAX1FtYbI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/VxsAlcgPtv0/s1600/SDC13043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAX1FtYbI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/VxsAlcgPtv0/s400/SDC13043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got together at the yummy Cheesecake Factory and did a fun  white elephant gift exchange.&amp;nbsp; Mandy got assigned  to reading the "left, right" story, that's what you get for being a school teacher! &amp;nbsp; It was hilarious how long it went  on!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZA9HYYMdI/AAAAAAAAGaw/g4t_QwUMIUI/s1600/SDC13048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZA9HYYMdI/AAAAAAAAGaw/g4t_QwUMIUI/s400/SDC13048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these picture of Won-tawn and Kristinee, it's totally their trademark shot together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAYVd_87I/AAAAAAAAGag/CLYpfh6lbuQ/s1600/SDC13046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAYVd_87I/AAAAAAAAGag/CLYpfh6lbuQ/s400/SDC13046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Man's and Layna.... CHEEESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAYiFZxmI/AAAAAAAAGao/uvneFUXjMfc/s1600/SDC13049.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAYiFZxmI/AAAAAAAAGao/uvneFUXjMfc/s400/SDC13049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girl-io's!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-418453461738362698?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/418453461738362698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/418453461738362698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-christmas.html' title='~ ~  Girls Christmas ~ ~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSZAX1FtYbI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/VxsAlcgPtv0/s72-c/SDC13043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5567900505610266057</id><published>2011-01-06T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:10:17.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we celebrated Christmas early since John was getting deployed to Afghanistan the 27th of December and had to be back in Kentucky before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It was actually really nice to have one full day just focused on one family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYvInHH_uI/AAAAAAAAGaA/gcqXXmh_A10/s1600/WhitakerChristmas+20104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYvInHH_uI/AAAAAAAAGaA/gcqXXmh_A10/s400/WhitakerChristmas+20104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some random shots of opening presents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuzXpfN7I/AAAAAAAAGZ4/htDrdDjl274/s1600/Whitaker+Christmas+20104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuzXpfN7I/AAAAAAAAGZ4/htDrdDjl274/s400/Whitaker+Christmas+20104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Koen &amp;amp; Bethie make Christmas so much fun!&amp;nbsp; They still believe in Santa and get so excited opening all their presents.&amp;nbsp; Bethany loves horses, so when she opened her present packed full of little horses, she was thrilled.&amp;nbsp; Koen loves all things manly - swords, spaceships, jets, transformers etc.&amp;nbsp; Their little faces and excitement really made Christmas great!&amp;nbsp; I love these little guys SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuRztM9EI/AAAAAAAAGZs/qL-HjjvRJj0/s1600/Whitaker+Christmas+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuRztM9EI/AAAAAAAAGZs/qL-HjjvRJj0/s400/Whitaker+Christmas+20101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ryan &amp;amp; Sammy got new pellet guns for Christmas, of course they immediately start a war with each other, and shooting contests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYua88Q4FI/AAAAAAAAGZw/wsGXOoKCOc0/s1600/Whitaker+Christmas+20102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYua88Q4FI/AAAAAAAAGZw/wsGXOoKCOc0/s400/Whitaker+Christmas+20102.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This little pump gun if pumped hard enough delivers with quite the blow.&amp;nbsp; They took turns shooting each other, John did a soft shot at Koen, he did not find it fun like the older boys.&amp;nbsp; John was laughing at me taking pictures of him comforting his son he just shot with the gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuksAmUAI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/QeS1dWUJUy8/s1600/Whitaker+Christmas+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYuksAmUAI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/QeS1dWUJUy8/s400/Whitaker+Christmas+20103.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is the entire gang.&amp;nbsp; I love my crazy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYu_hM2RDI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/W-rrKavMW88/s1600/WhitakerChristmas+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYu_hM2RDI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/W-rrKavMW88/s400/WhitakerChristmas+20103.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Couples &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYvRcWONKI/AAAAAAAAGaE/9R8kBN3h4JM/s1600/WhitakerChristmas+20105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYvRcWONKI/AAAAAAAAGaE/9R8kBN3h4JM/s400/WhitakerChristmas+20105.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Again, with the shooting.&amp;nbsp; When the pellet guns were first opened, John took Sammy's gun and put it out for a vote if he should break the gun in by shooting Sammy close range.&amp;nbsp; Of course Nate and David voted yes.&amp;nbsp; Being the baby of this family is no easy fete!&amp;nbsp; Luckily John had some common sense and didn't follow through with his proposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8dqvIMI/AAAAAAAAGZM/Wxjgb_WItfI/s1600/WhitakerChristmas%2B2010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8dqvIMI/AAAAAAAAGZM/Wxjgb_WItfI/s400/WhitakerChristmas%2B2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bethy &amp;amp; Boston ~&amp;nbsp; This little girl loves Boston, he may not really feel the same way towards her, but he tolerates being hauled around as if he were a stuffed animal.&amp;nbsp; He is such a good dog.&amp;nbsp; Bethie is so sweet and gentle with him, and I think it's good training for him to handle kids.&amp;nbsp; She is such a little angel.&amp;nbsp; She is such a fun little love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8hhChJI/AAAAAAAAGZU/-5gr2KERqDA/s1600/Collages2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8hhChJI/AAAAAAAAGZU/-5gr2KERqDA/s400/Collages2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Paul.&amp;nbsp; He is baby #3, and a VERy cute one at that.&amp;nbsp; This little guy just radiates JOY!&amp;nbsp; I have literally never seen such a happy baby.&amp;nbsp; Tal calls him her angel baby, and he is!&amp;nbsp; He is so sweet and just smiles and laughs with you non stop.&amp;nbsp; He is such a handsome little guy too, he has daddy's olive skin and blue eyes, such a pretty combo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8xbkBEI/AAAAAAAAGZc/DIYlq1n4Q5k/s1600/WhitakerChristmas%2B20101.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs8xbkBEI/AAAAAAAAGZc/DIYlq1n4Q5k/s400/WhitakerChristmas%2B20101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My girlie love, Bethie!&amp;nbsp; I love this little lady.&amp;nbsp; She is so much fun and so sweet, always up to do anything.&amp;nbsp; It has been so fun watching her grow up, I am really loving getting to know her.&amp;nbsp; She is a funny, sweet little girl who just loves people and loves to socialize.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love hearing her sweet little voice "shell".&amp;nbsp; Melts my heart every time~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs9Htg_oI/AAAAAAAAGZk/F8rmvun-5q4/s1600/WhitakerChristmas%2B20102.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="309" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYs9Htg_oI/AAAAAAAAGZk/F8rmvun-5q4/s400/WhitakerChristmas%2B20102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Koen &amp;amp; Daddy!&amp;nbsp; Koen got a Star Wars leg-go spaceship for Christmas, I think John was just as excited as Koen t :) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; John spent hours putting together this ship, it was so cute.&amp;nbsp; I stole John away a couple times to get some pictures with Tal, and Koen was so worried that if John left for even one second the ship would not be completed.&amp;nbsp; John had to clarify that he would be right back.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute.&amp;nbsp; They are just such handsome guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5567900505610266057?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5567900505610266057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5567900505610266057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-1.html' title='Christmas #1'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TSYvInHH_uI/AAAAAAAAGaA/gcqXXmh_A10/s72-c/WhitakerChristmas+20104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-9082043184099338274</id><published>2010-12-21T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:18:08.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQ_oQ78eQSI/AAAAAAAAGY0/MNfaQMwv9pE/s1600/Recently+Updated8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQ_oQ78eQSI/AAAAAAAAGY0/MNfaQMwv9pE/s640/Recently+Updated8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Abigale, Abby for short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Nate's dog Anna-bell (a westie) passed away early this month.&amp;nbsp; It was unexpected, and really sad.&amp;nbsp; She was only about 8 years old.&amp;nbsp; Ben was really lonely after her passing, he was so desperate for any attention.&amp;nbsp; Nate decided it was time to get him a companion and looked online for some possibilities, he found a Newfoundland breeder here in Utah that happened to have a black and white puppy.&amp;nbsp; He may be interested in getting into some dog shows and she'll be a gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She was a bit intimidated and shy in her new environment.&amp;nbsp; Very sweet though.&amp;nbsp; Ben wasn't immediately excited for his new friend as he saw her as an annoying puppy, and missed his friend Annie.&amp;nbsp; A little over a week later, with time to warm up to each other, they are starting to enjoy each other.&amp;nbsp; Abby a little more so than Ben.&amp;nbsp; She will follow him everywhere he goes, she is his shadow.&amp;nbsp; It's adorable to see them wrestle each other, she loves to bite his tail, lick his face, he'll knock her over and roll her with his nose.&amp;nbsp; It's just adorable.&amp;nbsp; They will have so much fun when she gets a bit bigger...or a lot bigger, she should get at least 150lbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, now we (my parents)&amp;nbsp;have two giant Newfoundlands, they are such a great sweet natured breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-9082043184099338274?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/9082043184099338274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/9082043184099338274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-puppy.html' title='New Puppy!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQ_oQ78eQSI/AAAAAAAAGY0/MNfaQMwv9pE/s72-c/Recently+Updated8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-916587239948013044</id><published>2010-12-16T16:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:43:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--53.33 50 52.94 51.28--&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/intp.html"&gt;INTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-916587239948013044?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/916587239948013044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/916587239948013044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-personality.html' title='My Personality...?'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-863044007588353449</id><published>2010-12-15T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:27:32.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend White Elephant Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQks0AHnEaI/AAAAAAAAGYg/RB_ZmYpjAqs/s1600/Friend+Xmas+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQks0AHnEaI/AAAAAAAAGYg/RB_ZmYpjAqs/s640/Friend+Xmas+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are some great friends of ours.&amp;nbsp; Jason host a white elephant party every year, it is such a fun tradition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's hilarious to see what people&amp;nbsp;come up with.&amp;nbsp; There is one present that makes an appearance every year, a man and women cavemen people who flash you when you lift up their hair/beards.&amp;nbsp; They are hilarious, I'll have to get a picture of them next year.&amp;nbsp; Jon &amp;amp; Kelly were nice enough to at least put a gift card with the poor sucker who got them this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQks_1IU5nI/AAAAAAAAGYk/73CVCTekLw4/s1600/Friend+Xmas+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQks_1IU5nI/AAAAAAAAGYk/73CVCTekLw4/s640/Friend+Xmas+20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's gift was a heart rate monitor...as you can see they really put it to good use.&amp;nbsp; It really did start off with good intentions, everyone lining up to get themselves tested by Dr.Sam, the things went array when they decided it was a brilliant idea to see who could get the highest while it's around their necks... brilliant, inventive boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p02UXbJAzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p02UXbJAzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some games girls against boys...the girls lost.&lt;br /&gt;The loosing team had to put together a dance for the winners.&amp;nbsp; We are&amp;nbsp;a very creative bunch as you can see from the video!&amp;nbsp; It took us probably about 20min to stop laughing and actually coordinate about 30sec of dancing.&amp;nbsp; The boys were extremely impressed with our mad skills......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-863044007588353449?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/863044007588353449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/863044007588353449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-white-elephant-party.html' title='Friend White Elephant Party'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQks0AHnEaI/AAAAAAAAGYg/RB_ZmYpjAqs/s72-c/Friend+Xmas+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3680085762102315893</id><published>2010-12-14T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:16:34.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koen's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Koen's 5th birthday party at a&amp;nbsp;bouncehouse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfc5inLyvI/AAAAAAAAGX8/CCmW5xvO124/s1600/2010-12-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfc5inLyvI/AAAAAAAAGX8/CCmW5xvO124/s640/2010-12-01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's so much fun bouncing around acting like a kid again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfdAU5U6cI/AAAAAAAAGYA/--nsPBMOWTc/s1600/2010-12-011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfdAU5U6cI/AAAAAAAAGYA/--nsPBMOWTc/s640/2010-12-011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The boys started a challenge of running up the slide, I think the only one who managed to get all the way to the top was ry-ry.&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious watching them run their heart out then slide down.&amp;nbsp; Little Bethie was right next to the guys trying to get up as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/isD0POVMXtw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/isD0POVMXtw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's a video of John talking to Paul, he loves his daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfdJhRby4I/AAAAAAAAGYE/lrjliESkCwY/s1600/2010-12-012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfdJhRby4I/AAAAAAAAGYE/lrjliESkCwY/s640/2010-12-012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Koen got spoiled this year...well every year.&amp;nbsp; My mom has always been so fun about birthdays, or any holiday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cz3PEbplIYI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cz3PEbplIYI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Koen getting sung to, as you can see he is not a fan of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3680085762102315893?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3680085762102315893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3680085762102315893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/koens-5th-birthday.html' title='Koen&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQfc5inLyvI/AAAAAAAAGX8/CCmW5xvO124/s72-c/2010-12-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5713489583167612800</id><published>2010-12-14T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:10:44.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and I had a fabulous Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sam played his usual Turkey Bowl, despite the 6 degree weather.&amp;nbsp; I slept in, it was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our 1st stop was at the Gracey home, Janet made a Fabulous dinner.&amp;nbsp; She experimented with some new dishes, they were delicious!&amp;nbsp; By far the tastiest Thanksgiving I've had yet.&amp;nbsp; The "Canadians" were down to spend the holiday with us, grandma, grandpa, aunt Connie and Denise were able to come, our little Lori-ann couldn't get work off.&amp;nbsp; We really missed having her here.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to have the family in town!&amp;nbsp; Grandma and pa are just the cutest.&amp;nbsp; I will forever love our no-name card games, they just aren't the same when you play without them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQe9XqpFXXI/AAAAAAAAGX0/UP2gREpdATU/s1600/Sep+26%252C+2010_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQe9XqpFXXI/AAAAAAAAGX0/UP2gREpdATU/s640/Sep+26%252C+2010_2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd - My beautiful&amp;nbsp; aunt Mary's house (and Matt).&lt;br /&gt;I was especially excited for this dinner, John and Tal&amp;nbsp;had come&amp;nbsp;back into town THAT morning and were able to make it!&amp;nbsp; I was so excited to see them I kept waking up in the night hoping the day had come.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun to see them, and Paul had changed so much!&amp;nbsp; I can't even express what a DARLING baby he is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He radiates joy.&lt;br /&gt;Bethie, my little love, she was asleep on the couch when we arrived.&amp;nbsp; It was really hard not to wake her up, but when she did she was really overwhelmed with all the people.&amp;nbsp;Koen was as darling as ever, I ran up to him picked him up squeezing him, he just says "shell".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Harve were able to come down from Ogden, it was so fun to have them for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I do not see Myrica and Hailey very often, and Hailey had just had her first baby girl, Molly, she was beautiful. It was so much fun to see everyone and spend time together.&amp;nbsp; I love that we are still able to get together. Matt and Mary are the most gracious hosts.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful that they are willing to continue the tradition and host a huge dinner.&amp;nbsp; I love my family so much!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQe9dytrIoI/AAAAAAAAGX4/XbA87nXl15k/s1600/Sep+26%252C+2010_21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQe9dytrIoI/AAAAAAAAGX4/XbA87nXl15k/s640/Sep+26%252C+2010_21.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5713489583167612800?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5713489583167612800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5713489583167612800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQe9XqpFXXI/AAAAAAAAGX0/UP2gREpdATU/s72-c/Sep+26%252C+2010_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1194951173743419127</id><published>2010-12-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:19:59.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Grateful For....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFeNOU3eNI/AAAAAAAAGW8/KUKUiWSIX-0/s1600/2010-10-102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFeNOU3eNI/AAAAAAAAGW8/KUKUiWSIX-0/s320/2010-10-102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam ~&lt;br /&gt;I love this man so much. He's pretty much the coolest dude you'll ever meet,&amp;nbsp;a hot-smartie-pants-jock-nerd.&amp;nbsp; Those are the best types of guys out there.&amp;nbsp; He always fights fare, sympathizes at the right time, puts me first, here for me in my mini crises, loves my quirks, is kind, 100% devoted to our marriage, honest, makes me laugh, hardworking...you know, all the necessity's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFjEi1l41I/AAAAAAAAGXM/5ZhERm9JIrI/s1600/miscellaneous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFjEi1l41I/AAAAAAAAGXM/5ZhERm9JIrI/s320/miscellaneous.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've really lucked out when it comes to this!&lt;br /&gt;Unlike friends or husbands, these are the people given to you.&amp;nbsp; I can't express how much love and gratitude I have for each and every member of my family.&amp;nbsp; They are all such unique amazing strong people.&amp;nbsp; I love them so much, they are so much fun, and bring me so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFlpT2-qSI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/XFWMVrMIY2k/s1600/Collages1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFlpT2-qSI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/XFWMVrMIY2k/s320/Collages1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends~ &lt;br /&gt;Sam and I have such an amazing group of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All of them are such wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; I've really found myself in my twenties, and have found some life long beautiful strong friends.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for all these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1194951173743419127?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1194951173743419127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1194951173743419127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-grateful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Grateful For....'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TQFeNOU3eNI/AAAAAAAAGW8/KUKUiWSIX-0/s72-c/2010-10-102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1130351464671792485</id><published>2010-12-08T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:21:55.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah vs. BYU</title><content type='html'>I had my family over to watch the Utah/BYU game.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP_n5ifQePI/AAAAAAAAGSY/ROIYTj5X0bI/s1600/2010-11-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP_n5ifQePI/AAAAAAAAGSY/ROIYTj5X0bI/s640/2010-11-27.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If was fun having Utah and BYU fans.&amp;nbsp; John &amp;amp; Sammy had a bet going if their team lost they had to stand bare foot in the snow for one minute.&amp;nbsp; This made the game more intense, neither wanted to end up in the snow.&amp;nbsp; It was great cheering and smash talking each others teams, all in good fun though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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Wahooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Sammy was not excited to go stand in the snow.&amp;nbsp; He was such a good sport though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fl5po9m3szY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fl5po9m3szY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TOWQAjGHMuI/AAAAAAAAGQk/NsfqYto_LWE/s640/2010-11-15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hattie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally finished the outfit I referenced ﻿&lt;a href="http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_23.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was starting to worry that I had taken too long and that this little angel had already grown too big, luckily that was not the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My co-worker had a bags full of clothes going to the D.I., being a scavenger, I started&amp;nbsp;rummaged through the bags hoping there was salvageable material.&amp;nbsp; Among some other items I kept, there was an old denim jumper dress.&amp;nbsp; I really liked the color and weight, so I held onto it.&amp;nbsp; When I finally&amp;nbsp;got around to&amp;nbsp;finishing this little angels outfit, I wasn't completely in love with the silver material I had originally&amp;nbsp;planned on using.&amp;nbsp; Looking around at my piles of materials I saw the old jumper!&amp;nbsp; Perfect!&amp;nbsp; The denim was much cuter, and more everyday appropriate.&amp;nbsp; I really love how it turned out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4431925945042433660?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4431925945042433660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4431925945042433660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-little-doll.html' title='My new little dolly..'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TOWQAjGHMuI/AAAAAAAAGQk/NsfqYto_LWE/s72-c/2010-11-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8502590835864766759</id><published>2010-11-12T16:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:27:56.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE!! IT'S HERE!! IT'S HERE</title><content type='html'>I am to say the least obsesed with BodyRock.tv!!&amp;nbsp; They have been working on updating their site, and it's finally here!! I am so excited!&amp;nbsp; I have been working out with this cute couple for over a year now!&amp;nbsp; I love love love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/"&gt;http://www.bodyrock.tv/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8502590835864766759?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8502590835864766759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8502590835864766759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-here-its-here-its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE!! IT&apos;S HERE!! 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I'm obsessed with pictures. Ben and Boston look great together, Ben has red/brown eyes, almost the same color as Boston, so the contrasting colors look great. I think it's hilarious how Nate can get all the dogs to pose...and not move! Boston was not a fan of being propped in between Ben's legs who outweighs him by over 100lbs or being shoved into a dog house with Annie. He wouldn't dare move though! Nate has a very authoritative vibe while training dogs, so they know they must obey. You can see in one photo Nate's hand commanding them to stay, that photo makes me laugh. He is a excellent dog trainer. You'd have to be with the size of Ben, you can't have a dog that large running around disobedient the way our little Boston does, he gets away with so much since he's only 4lbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-869464611592737804?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/869464611592737804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/869464611592737804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/doggie-shoot.html' title='Doggie Shoot!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TN2PpeICarI/AAAAAAAAGPc/UeLyXUh7mRA/s72-c/2010-11-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4777453164272283724</id><published>2010-11-11T12:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:59:51.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it's Ladies night ~~ and I feel alright ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_OgdwjAI/AAAAAAAAGOw/aDqj2NpOgMs/s1600/2010-11-06.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_OgdwjAI/AAAAAAAAGOw/aDqj2NpOgMs/s640/2010-11-06.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a girls night this past Friday, it had been way too long since I'd gotten together with these cute girls!&lt;br /&gt;We started the night with dinner at Chipotle, I had never been there, it was delish!&amp;nbsp; I love these girls, the night is always full of laughter, dancing in the car, singing along to music at the top of our lungs, ya know..all the necessities of girl time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_O2pvt2I/AAAAAAAAGO4/OF79fYm38KQ/s1600/2010-11-061.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_O2pvt2I/AAAAAAAAGO4/OF79fYm38KQ/s640/2010-11-061.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After dinner we went and picked up my cute sissy, who just so happens to be one of my dear friends as well.&amp;nbsp; She supplied these rockin smart-sexy girl glasses!&amp;nbsp; I may consier getting a pair...Sam is a sucker for a smart girl.&amp;nbsp; Anyhoo, after picking her up we had some time to kill.&amp;nbsp; Someone suggested we go find the old childrens hospital behind the capital...give ourselves a scare.&amp;nbsp; I am driving around, hopelessly trying to figure out how to get there...with no directions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I pull over in the neightborhood and decide to see if my trusty i-phone could help us find it, as I am trying to locate the old hospital, Denise who is sitting next to me says "There is a lady outside our car",&amp;nbsp; I was only half listening to what she actually said&amp;nbsp;turn&amp;nbsp;to see a lady standing outside her window...I scream! Standing behind her was two people dressed in costumes, one a uniform of some sort and the other I'm not sure.&amp;nbsp; Halloween&amp;nbsp;was over....I'm not sure what they were doing.&amp;nbsp; They scared me half to dealth.&amp;nbsp; After that I give up searching for the hosptial and drove away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_PBdJf9I/AAAAAAAAGPA/j0o5jaKFEoA/s1600/2010-11-062.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_PBdJf9I/AAAAAAAAGPA/j0o5jaKFEoA/s640/2010-11-062.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We went to Keys on Main, it's a local piano bar.&amp;nbsp; They have very talented pianists/singers.&amp;nbsp; They play&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; sing any song you request.&amp;nbsp; Its amazing how they can just play these songs...I didn't see any sheet music, they just know the music, from multiple decades!&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;is pretty amazing how talented these guys are!&amp;nbsp; I can't&amp;nbsp; remember half the lyrics let alone play the entire song as well!&amp;nbsp; It was really fun chatting and singing along with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_PUK28QI/AAAAAAAAGPI/Ik2C1IHIO8U/s1600/2010-11-063.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_PUK28QI/AAAAAAAAGPI/Ik2C1IHIO8U/s640/2010-11-063.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the piano bar, we still had some energy to burn before we went home.&amp;nbsp; Denise mentioned the statues in the galavin center, right across the street.&amp;nbsp; We decided that would be a great photo prop!&amp;nbsp; Kristiney went straight to climbing!&amp;nbsp; I love how silly&amp;nbsp;these girls are,&amp;nbsp;they are not scared to let loose and just laugh!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although the U got slaughtered that day, we still are all U fans!!&amp;nbsp;Go Utah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our impromptu photo shoot, we headed out to go home.&amp;nbsp; I was taking the girls to their cars and on our way there we noticed the Crispy Cream Doughnut truck at&amp;nbsp;a gas station....mmmmmm!&amp;nbsp; We had to pull over and get a fresh crispy cream to complete the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for these girls!!&amp;nbsp; They are such amazing girls, I love and respect them so much.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to believe that it's already been 7 years since I met these darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls rule...Boys drule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4777453164272283724?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4777453164272283724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4777453164272283724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-its-ladies-night-and-i-feel.html' title='Cause it&apos;s Ladies night ~~ and I feel alright ~~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNw_OgdwjAI/AAAAAAAAGOw/aDqj2NpOgMs/s72-c/2010-11-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8623828097708388764</id><published>2010-11-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:06:48.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, you're driving down the road.&amp;nbsp; Headed home from a fabulous institute class that I go to with my darling David, when you pull up to a red light....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..... is that Sam's car in front of me...yes, yes that is Sam.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't suppose to be here, he doesn't play ball around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, what-oh-what is he doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Okay - I know this sounds a bit crazy...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the car with another guy, who I couldn't make out, he was wearing a baseball cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Yes....I am crazy, but we'll just call in curious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;I am following him down the street, he makes a turn at a light, but I couldn't follow him through the light, I didn't want him to see his stalker wife of 4 years following him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head through the light and then dart through a parking lot to cut down to the street he had turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following, safely hidden behind another car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;nbsp;turned onto another main street, CRAP.. he turned down a small deserted street I already passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip a u-turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head down the street trying to find what way he went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this crazy stalker behavior to see what he was doing&amp;nbsp;since he wasn't where he usually is...and he had just changed locations where he plays b-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this may not be the healthiest behavior.&amp;nbsp; Curiosity got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT----&amp;nbsp; It made me fall even more in love with him!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe what an amazing husband I have.&amp;nbsp; I have had a couple friends deal with some horribly sad marital situations.&amp;nbsp; To be honest it sometimes would make me think....am I too trusting?&amp;nbsp; They never saw it coming, it just happened to them, why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my drive back towards our house after my &lt;em&gt;insane secret stalking spy&amp;nbsp;session&lt;/em&gt;, I started getting all choked up, happy though...and slightly embarrassed for stalking my husband who has NEVER given me a reason to EVER doubt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of how absolutely lucky I am to be married&amp;nbsp;to such an amazing man!!&amp;nbsp; I can't say enough about him.&amp;nbsp; I love that I completely respect who&amp;nbsp;he is as a person, how he treats others, how much he loves and cares for me and his family and friends.&amp;nbsp; What a hard working person he is.&amp;nbsp; How willing he is to talk to me, work things out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How sweetly he deals with my&amp;nbsp;moodiness.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How humble he is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mostly, I love that I can trust him.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I have any doubt or worry, I am always proven wrong, he has never failed me.&amp;nbsp; I realize how rare this is, how lucky I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came to bed that night I just wanted to squeeze him and kiss him all over and tell him how much I love him and don't deserve such an amazing&amp;nbsp;man as mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had my guard up, ready for the next blow of&amp;nbsp;confusion, frustration, and instability&amp;nbsp;coming my way.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for the security and peace Sam has given me.&amp;nbsp; I don't think he'll ever understand how grateful I am for this.&amp;nbsp; I love our home we have created together.&amp;nbsp;I love him for who he is and all his strength.&amp;nbsp; I love that being with him has brought me to happy tears so many times because I had no idea I could ever be THIS happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love that he has&amp;nbsp;encouraged me to have friends, who now I could not live without.&amp;nbsp; I love that he challenges me to grow as a person, get out of my hermit shell.&amp;nbsp; I love him for being someone I don't have to protect myself from in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one thankful girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8623828097708388764?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8623828097708388764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8623828097708388764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-youre-driving-down-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6372545102365916893</id><published>2010-11-08T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:01:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKCibGxkI/AAAAAAAAGNs/zv26p6-lLHE/s1600/Halloween+2010.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKCibGxkI/AAAAAAAAGNs/zv26p6-lLHE/s640/Halloween+2010.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Mandy were kind enough to host our annual Halloween Party.&amp;nbsp; I love that we have so many great friends who are willing to take the time to dress up and get into he festivities of Halloween!&amp;nbsp; I love Halloween!!&amp;nbsp;Mostly I love making costumes!&amp;nbsp; This year I made Sam and I mer-people costumes.&amp;nbsp; These costumes were so much fun to make!!&amp;nbsp; I didn't have a pattern, so I just winged it.&amp;nbsp; I think they turned out pretty good considering they are 100% trial and error pattern making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKCy54DMI/AAAAAAAAGN0/vrPsLNT--no/s1600/Halloween+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKCy54DMI/AAAAAAAAGN0/vrPsLNT--no/s640/Halloween+20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I came over with my Halloween decorations before the party to get the place ready...we didn't really get any photos of the actual decorations since the party in the basement, but it looked really cute, or should I say spooky!&amp;nbsp; We played 60 seconds to make it...or something like that.&amp;nbsp; You had to complete a challenge in 60sec or suffer the consequences.&amp;nbsp; Sam had the worst, in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; He had to wear a pedometer around his head, and head bang.&amp;nbsp; He made it to the mid 90's but the goal was 120.&amp;nbsp; Naturally, his neck was a bit cramped the next day.&amp;nbsp; It was such a fun party, I love all our friends!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKDIyoUAI/AAAAAAAAGN8/VEEpOY9Vz40/s1600/Halloween+20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKDIyoUAI/AAAAAAAAGN8/VEEpOY9Vz40/s400/Halloween+20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curry, Curry, Curry...no party is completel wihtout Currry.&amp;nbsp; This girl is a trouble/party starter.&amp;nbsp; One of hte games was fanning eggs with a pizza box across the room in 60 sec.&amp;nbsp; Curry drew this game, after her 60sec she saved one of the eggs for her darling hubby's head!&amp;nbsp; This was the beginning of egg-wars.&amp;nbsp; It's a good thing the party is held in a un-finished basement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6372545102365916893?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6372545102365916893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6372545102365916893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TNiKCibGxkI/AAAAAAAAGNs/zv26p6-lLHE/s72-c/Halloween+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2630545255393539976</id><published>2010-10-22T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:08:14.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Guts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMCtKhkqz6I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/wSFJrCr_Q0c/s1600/2010-10-17.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMCtKhkqz6I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/wSFJrCr_Q0c/s640/2010-10-17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan was leaning into me, it looks like i'm holding him against his will. lol. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to spend some time with our darling niece and nephew. It was so much fun to have these cuties. We went to look at some farm animals, and feed the birds. Then we went to grab some lunch at the delicious 5guys. After all this excitement it was nap time, when they woke up Sam and I took them to our house for some 1 on 1 play time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie was so darling when she saw the swings and slide between our two condo complexes. She smiles up at me, "you guys have a park!". I brought out a plate of grapes and cut up a PB&amp;amp;J.&amp;nbsp; They weren't interested in the sandwich,&amp;nbsp;Boston however was.&amp;nbsp; He sat there starring at it, so finally I gave him&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;the pieces.&amp;nbsp;After that he assumed it was fair game, I'd look over and he'd be grabbing another bite.&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious. The kids however loved the grapes! &amp;nbsp;We played on the swings, Ethan was so independent and brave! Maddie took the toddler swing that encases you, Sam pushed her, she eventually wanted to go higher and higher once she got comfortable in the stability of the seat. I had little Ethan, he was more than happy with sitting on the big-boy swing. He'd hold the huge chains in his tiny hands and laugh and giggle as you pushed him, such a brave little guy. Maddie wanted to hold hands when going down the slide, Ethan would just go for it, no fear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After bath time to clean all the sand off from burying various limbs, Mad's and I have nails salon time. She had so much fun picking the colors she wanted out of my box of polishes. She sat perfectly still the entire time, and was so patient while I got the blow drier out to make sure they were set. She has the sweetest personality, and is such a doll to have. After we were all dry, we played hide in seek around the house. I would hide with them, and Sam was in charge of finding us. It was so hilarious, Sam would vocally search for us saying, "are they in the office?" etc., Ethan would answer "no" or "yes". Maddie and I would just laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After play time, I wanted to take them to get McDonald's and play in the kids area. Maddie was so so cute, she helped me pick out what to wear, what shoes, what necklace...she was so fun. Ethan during this time had climbed onto our computer chair and was watching the slide show of photos. He would name people if he recognized them, or Boston, call out objects in the photos, etc. It was so cute, his little voice was precious. I love this age. &lt;br /&gt;At McDonald's as I was ordering Sam climbed in the tubes with the kids... Sam is 6'4", this alone was hilarious. We drove them home after dinner, they were perfect angels the entire way. Ethan fell asleep, but Mad's just hung out and talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to be able to spend some time with them. You get to know them so much better when it's you who is taking care of them. I love these two little kiddo's so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie's hair is unbelievably gorgeous, her hair just falls naturally into those perfect ringlets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3078610915149913838?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3078610915149913838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3078610915149913838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-were-able-to-spend-some-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMCtKhkqz6I/AAAAAAAAGJ8/wSFJrCr_Q0c/s72-c/2010-10-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-8827306320875420710</id><published>2010-10-21T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:55:13.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Play Time~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMB_j5czoXI/AAAAAAAAGJs/V6RsVUU3ldg/s1600/2010-10-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMB_j5czoXI/AAAAAAAAGJs/V6RsVUU3ldg/s640/2010-10-15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My spectacular boss, who completely spoils me, gave me four tickets to a Jazz game. They were playing the Phoenix, Suns. It was a great game, close the entire time, which is the best kind. We ended up winning - of course ~ I was able to take Ry-ry and Sam to the game, they are so much fun, and such sport enthusiasts. They both play basketball, Ry's on the high school team. Sam is more into football, but dabbles in both sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMB_kORxdOI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/w9JhYjImUjk/s1600/2010-10-151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMB_kORxdOI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/w9JhYjImUjk/s640/2010-10-151.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brothers can't sit still, well, no one in my family can. We are all very energetic people. While waiting to get out of the parking garage the boys turned my back seat into a fighting ring. I missed getting a picture of Sam putting Ry in a headlock, they are both such tough boys. It was hilarious watching them go at it. Our car was shakin like no ones business, while blasting music. I love hanging out with my fam, they are always, always such fun, I'm laughing the entire night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great hubby, Amazing Bros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am Very, Very Spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-8827306320875420710?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8827306320875420710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/8827306320875420710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/play-time.html' title='~Play Time~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMB_j5czoXI/AAAAAAAAGJs/V6RsVUU3ldg/s72-c/2010-10-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3110849665302447428</id><published>2010-10-21T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:55:26.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Banged Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMBz4p-TEsI/AAAAAAAAGJk/uxUHEZlvitw/s1600/2010-09-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMBz4p-TEsI/AAAAAAAAGJk/uxUHEZlvitw/s640/2010-09-16.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my lil Bros Triumph, I don't remember the year. It isn't the safest car to drive around. There isn't much protection, especially&amp;nbsp;with the engine power of a V8 he&amp;nbsp;drops into all his cars, basically just a piece of metal. When I saw the car, I was so thankful that David was okay. It's crazy how much more I have learned to value every moment I spend with my family. You never know what is in store for you. I am so thankful for my amazing family. It is really important to me to have a relationship with all my brothers. I want them to all know how much I love them, and I would do anything for them. I am so grateful to have 5 amazing brothers. I can't imagine not having the luxury of family. Always knowing that you have a safety net of people there for you. I am so grateful that I get to share my life with such incredible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3110849665302447428?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3110849665302447428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3110849665302447428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-banged-up.html' title='All Banged Up'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TMBz4p-TEsI/AAAAAAAAGJk/uxUHEZlvitw/s72-c/2010-09-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2897134437749033363</id><published>2010-10-20T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:55:44.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TL9Fs_B-JjI/AAAAAAAAGI4/xmE0mjPR_hk/s1600/SDC12290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TL9Fs_B-JjI/AAAAAAAAGI4/xmE0mjPR_hk/s400/SDC12290.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The proper way to get a cast iron fire place back into the wall after cleaning the stone is to line your family up for support, getting the two biggest boys lifting... and ta-da back in place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TL9FtLz70lI/AAAAAAAAGJA/nHXldDMlGIM/s1600/SDC12291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TL9FtLz70lI/AAAAAAAAGJA/nHXldDMlGIM/s400/SDC12291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing you can't accomplish with amazing family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSq9rRcRDI/AAAAAAAAGG4/MCxU1p7r7HM/s1600/SDC12247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSq9rRcRDI/AAAAAAAAGG4/MCxU1p7r7HM/s400/SDC12247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to take the time to get them painted and out before Halloween.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4805178651482948504?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4805178651482948504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4805178651482948504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-cute-is-this-i-just-need-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSq9rRcRDI/AAAAAAAAGG4/MCxU1p7r7HM/s72-c/SDC12247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2920395712697381964</id><published>2010-10-12T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:29:36.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's Fling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLStI_J7hPI/AAAAAAAAGHI/l9Cf5GZkGyg/s1600/2010-10-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLStI_J7hPI/AAAAAAAAGHI/l9Cf5GZkGyg/s400/2010-10-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Millie, she was the female that needed a stud.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully Boston was more than willing.&lt;br /&gt;We had her two weekends ago, she was a sweetheart.&amp;nbsp; Their personalities were so different, Boston is a spaz, always wants to be on the go playing with something.&amp;nbsp; Millie loves people, all she wanted was to be held.&amp;nbsp; She was also great with kids, which was nice when I went to my little brother Sammy's football game. When children asked to pet the dog I could just direct them to Millie since she loved the attention.&amp;nbsp; Boston does not like random kids petting him, he likes to play chase etc, but no touching.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't trust them...he's had his hair pulled one too many times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Millie wasn't so good with other dogs though, she would bark at any other dog, while Boston is much more socialized and likes most other dogs....aside from his cousin Cia.... &lt;br /&gt;It was fun to have a companion for Boston to play with, it really made me want a little girl poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are concerned, there were four families already lined up for the puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So...no homeless puppies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-2920395712697381964?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2920395712697381964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2920395712697381964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/bostons-fling.html' title='Boston&apos;s Fling'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLStI_J7hPI/AAAAAAAAGHI/l9Cf5GZkGyg/s72-c/2010-10-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-977120001066529563</id><published>2010-10-12T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:22:01.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huskie Howl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSxvy6MALI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/xmRysmbgOfA/s1600/SDC12249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSxvy6MALI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/xmRysmbgOfA/s400/SDC12249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ry-ry, the little b-ballen stud.&lt;br /&gt;He got asked to girls choice,&amp;nbsp;Huskie Howl, this was his response that also included a pumpkin full of candy!&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun watching my lil bros go through high school and all the fun experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-977120001066529563?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/977120001066529563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/977120001066529563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/huskie-howl.html' title='Huskie Howl'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSxvy6MALI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/xmRysmbgOfA/s72-c/SDC12249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5621977082959538781</id><published>2010-10-12T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:13:06.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSo2KO4aLI/AAAAAAAAGGw/lyFiHmBEVUo/s1600/2010-10-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSo2KO4aLI/AAAAAAAAGGw/lyFiHmBEVUo/s640/2010-10-09.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sam's poor i-phone was really on it's way to being completely useless.&amp;nbsp; It would turn itself on vibrate, randomly change the volume, put phone calls on mute, some of the pixels on the screen had given out, to say the least, he needed a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On his birthday I only gave him the pants above, and the blue button up shown in the Macaroni Grill pictures, I didn't say anyting about getting the i-phone.&amp;nbsp; When we got home from our friends at 2 am, I started talking about random things we needed to do the next day, and threw in going to get his new i-phone.&amp;nbsp; He looks at me, "I get the iphone"?&amp;nbsp; This late summer he had bought a mountain bike and claimed that to be his birthday and Christmas gift....but I couldn't not get him what he really wanted for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; I admit it stressed me out buying the phone...it is a lot of money, but it was totally worth it seeing him so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We had to exchange his jeans for a different size, and I showed him the above sweater I almost got him, he loved it, so we ended up getting that as well.&amp;nbsp; Sam is so fun to shop with, we rarely go, well we never go since shopping isnt' on our list of priorities so it was a lot of fun to splurge a little...or a lot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5621977082959538781?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5621977082959538781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5621977082959538781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/sams-poor-i-phone-was-really-on-its-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSo2KO4aLI/AAAAAAAAGGw/lyFiHmBEVUo/s72-c/2010-10-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6260108487727692540</id><published>2010-10-12T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:51:53.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSjbLmt6qI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Jd-NiUIsAUo/s1600/2010-10-10.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSjbLmt6qI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Jd-NiUIsAUo/s640/2010-10-10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friday we celebrated Sam's birthday with some of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We went to Macaroni Grill Sam got sung to,&amp;nbsp;opera style&amp;nbsp;in Italian, the whole spill.&amp;nbsp; Cute Amy brought an over the hill hat for Sam to wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We ended the night wiht some card games and the boys reminising of all the crazy things they had done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6260108487727692540?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6260108487727692540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6260108487727692540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-we-celebrated-sams-birthday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TLSjbLmt6qI/AAAAAAAAGGo/Jd-NiUIsAUo/s72-c/2010-10-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4258364051236921037</id><published>2010-09-29T10:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:40:30.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So grateful for my hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtTa81LyuQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtTa81LyuQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4258364051236921037?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4258364051236921037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4258364051236921037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-grateful-for-my-hubby.html' title='So grateful for my hubby'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5554713097596623971</id><published>2010-09-27T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:59:50.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDe4ql9C7I/AAAAAAAAGFI/ebZtxjElE7g/s1600/2010-09-24.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDe4ql9C7I/AAAAAAAAGFI/ebZtxjElE7g/s400/2010-09-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myrica made ALL those cute clips!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDez7I7BTI/AAAAAAAAGFA/cqnAQl7CoxQ/s1600/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDez7I7BTI/AAAAAAAAGFA/cqnAQl7CoxQ/s640/Collages.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are VERY entertaining, always up to something. &amp;nbsp;Sunday we went to go visit my family, when we walk in and see this ENORMOUS plexi container. &amp;nbsp;I had no clue what in the world it even was! &amp;nbsp;Turns out it's a fish tank, and 300 gallon fish tank to be exact! &amp;nbsp;I just started laughing, the thing is huge! &amp;nbsp;Ryan is 6ft tall, and as you can see it's as tall as him and easily 10 feet long! &amp;nbsp;Nate and David were the boys who thought this was a great idea, even though David was laughing at himself over the whole idea. &amp;nbsp;It will be really neat once they get all their fish and plants in, but WOW... it's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sammy just finished his coup for his four chickens. &amp;nbsp;He did a really nice job constructing the coup all on his own. &amp;nbsp;Anna-Bell (white dog) is a hunter, so he had to make sure it was sturdy. &amp;nbsp;She won't attack the cage, but if one chicken happened to get out, it wouldn't live past Anna-Bell. &amp;nbsp;Ben (big black dog) isn't a hunter, but he may try to play with the chicken, also resulting in a dead chicken. &amp;nbsp;Sam is taking such great care of the chickens, keeping them safe, clean and well fed. &amp;nbsp;It will be so rewarding when they get old enough to start laying eggs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5049876155336418206?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5049876155336418206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5049876155336418206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-that.html' title='What is that?!?!?!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDez7I7BTI/AAAAAAAAGFA/cqnAQl7CoxQ/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1137346361665825206</id><published>2010-09-27T19:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:46:32.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDe9gJz1lI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/BFZQkTRQksY/s1600/2010-09-241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDe9gJz1lI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/BFZQkTRQksY/s400/2010-09-241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome bro Ry-ry went to his first high school dance, homecoming. &amp;nbsp;He went with a super cute girl names Bridgette. &amp;nbsp;One of the girls uncles made sure they arrive in style in a limo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/voBOtEhj508?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/voBOtEhj508?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is her response to Ryan asking her to the dance. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was such a cute idea to do a video answer with her dad as a newscaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1137346361665825206?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1137346361665825206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1137346361665825206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDe9gJz1lI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/BFZQkTRQksY/s72-c/2010-09-241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-541391988026189050</id><published>2010-09-27T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:10:08.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding &amp; Alpine Slide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDetrdpH_I/AAAAAAAAGE4/3h3DldBf49M/s1600/2010-09-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDetrdpH_I/AAAAAAAAGE4/3h3DldBf49M/s400/2010-09-23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends got married this past Friday at the most lovely location, the top of the Canyon's.&amp;nbsp; We rode up the ski lift to where they held the ceremony.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for their wedding.&amp;nbsp; The surroundings couldn't have been more serene.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The ceremony was beautiful and Emily looked gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony all the wedding guest got to ride down the alpine slides!&amp;nbsp; This was really funny, considering every girl was in a skirt.&amp;nbsp; We all were tested on how lady like we could manage to get ourselves lowered down onto the sled without giving too much of a show.&amp;nbsp; This really added a layer of excitement to the wedding!&amp;nbsp; Following our joyride down the mountain we had a lovely dinner with heart felt and funny speeches.&amp;nbsp; The reception was one of the funnest I have ever been too.&amp;nbsp; Full of dancing and sweet treats, and some weight lifting for the men when they were asked to lift Jason and Emily in their chairs, mostly Jason, he is no small man.&amp;nbsp; I had such a great time, and am so thankful for all our friends!&amp;nbsp; We are seriously so lucky to have such amazing, thoughtful, caring, and most of all fun friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-541391988026189050?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/541391988026189050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/541391988026189050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-alpine-slide.html' title='Wedding &amp; Alpine Slide!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TKDetrdpH_I/AAAAAAAAGE4/3h3DldBf49M/s72-c/2010-09-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7001604172718432846</id><published>2010-09-23T16:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:19:36.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Project~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJvSOZOVJMI/AAAAAAAAGEc/IZVWJqaspV8/s1600/2010-09-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJvSOZOVJMI/AAAAAAAAGEc/IZVWJqaspV8/s640/2010-09-20.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7001604172718432846?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7001604172718432846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7001604172718432846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_23.html' title='Sewing Project~~'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJvSOZOVJMI/AAAAAAAAGEc/IZVWJqaspV8/s72-c/2010-09-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1178020431264224931</id><published>2010-09-23T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:42:00.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up ...again</title><content type='html'>After going a FULL WEEK...without working out, it was time to kick myself in the butt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm finally is&amp;nbsp;strong&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;now can&amp;nbsp;complete a workout without it throbbing after.&amp;nbsp;Although, &amp;nbsp;I could tell a huge difference in my performance going so long between working out, and....&amp;nbsp;I'm sure it didn't help any the fact that I had ate animal cookies (the pink &amp;amp; white kind) and&amp;nbsp; a coke for my afternoon snack! Bad. Bad. Bad.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is I&amp;nbsp; could barely manage to drink 1/2 the can of coke and about 4 cookies before my stomach was screaming in protest.&amp;nbsp; It is not use to that much sugar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workout was one of her older routines &lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/2010/02/10/sexy-beast-workout/"&gt;"sexy beast"&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I first did this workout back in February.&amp;nbsp; The point of repeating workouts is to beat your old score.&amp;nbsp; I sadly did not do that...not even close.&lt;br /&gt;I burned out incredibly fast.&amp;nbsp; It was really frustrating.&amp;nbsp; Guess that'll teach me not to eat crap, and go a week between workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LdKRwt86L4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LdKRwt86L4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Time : Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic Squats: 19,18,16,13,13,14&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Pushups: 14,11,10,9,7,7&lt;br /&gt;Dive Bombers: 7,6,6,5,4,5&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner Get-ups: 6,5,5,5.5,5,6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Time: Sept 2010&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic Squats: 20,18,15,14,13,13&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Pushups: 15,6,6,4,4,4&lt;br /&gt;Dive Bombers: 4,2.5,2,2,2,2&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner Get-ups: 5,5,5,5,5,5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1178020431264224931?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1178020431264224931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1178020431264224931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/starting-up-again.html' title='Starting up ...again'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7090927173253079893</id><published>2010-09-23T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:49:06.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJu739D99KI/AAAAAAAAGEI/yNuPmPm4q84/s1600/2010-09-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJu739D99KI/AAAAAAAAGEI/yNuPmPm4q84/s640/2010-09-17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Saturday Sam and I went for a hike/walk up behind the U.&amp;nbsp; I love that it is so simple to get completely away from society and escape into the wilderness.&amp;nbsp; We didn't see one other person on this trail, just us and our pup.&amp;nbsp; Boston loves going for hikes, he is the only poodle we've ever seen on any hiking trail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hikers with their&amp;nbsp;"real" dogs&amp;nbsp;actually giggle when they see him, but he loves our adventures!&lt;br /&gt;I love our mountians!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7090927173253079893?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7090927173253079893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7090927173253079893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-last-saturday-sam-and-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TJu739D99KI/AAAAAAAAGEI/yNuPmPm4q84/s72-c/2010-09-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6289062578632783227</id><published>2010-09-21T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:30:59.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHlJODYBLKs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHlJODYBLKs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6289062578632783227?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6289062578632783227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6289062578632783227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/beyond-cute.html' title='Beyond cute!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4413133840661031859</id><published>2010-09-15T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:44:05.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I shouldn't use my arm...</title><content type='html'>After my workout Sunday my arm was killing. &amp;nbsp;I had to hold it in a 90 degree angle with limited movement, so irritating. &amp;nbsp;So....I have to accept that I can not use my arm until it's completely healed. &amp;nbsp;Very Very irritating. &amp;nbsp; I was so dedicated to my workouts and decided I still am going to all that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (today) I did&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/2010/09/14/sweat-is-sexy-workout-400-reps-routine/"&gt;Sweat Is Sexy Workout – 400 reps routine&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I was happy to see that this workout only had one workout that I could not complete - pushups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HLDy7V_inc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HLDy7V_inc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my modified version of this workout in 21:31&lt;br /&gt;I did all the workouts except the "cross leg push up &amp;amp; jump". &lt;br /&gt;The 2nd workout in the routine "sandbag full body workout" was amazing. &amp;nbsp;My lower back and obliques were completely engaged and sore after the first round. &amp;nbsp;I used two 15lb. weights instead of the sandbag.&lt;br /&gt;The "one leg bridge star crunch" was my favorite workout. &amp;nbsp;They flowed really well into each other, I loved the feeling of my tight lower back/glutes then going into the star crunch working my abs. &amp;nbsp;It was a really fun workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like crazy, and relived when I finished my 4th round. &amp;nbsp;This cool fall weather is great for my cool downs. &amp;nbsp;I take Boston out and let him run around while I walk around cooling off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4413133840661031859?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4413133840661031859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4413133840661031859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-i-shouldnt-use-my-arm.html' title='Guess I shouldn&apos;t use my arm...'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2169864806526399071</id><published>2010-09-13T18:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:36:35.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hattie's Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pagesandmaps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, my sister in law, had her little girl Sunday, September 12th at 12:44 am. &amp;nbsp;They named her Harriet, Hattie for short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIqbqF2CHmI/AAAAAAAAGC4/xXcVf02WT7o/s1600/motto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIqbqF2CHmI/AAAAAAAAGC4/xXcVf02WT7o/s640/motto.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7575785207873876768?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7575785207873876768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7575785207873876768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIqbqF2CHmI/AAAAAAAAGC4/xXcVf02WT7o/s72-c/motto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5885484880938275780</id><published>2010-09-10T13:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:07:13.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so going to make this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIp_ao2I1nI/AAAAAAAAGCo/5fs_819jOhs/s400/Cute+Scarf.bmp" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This darling scarf I found over at &lt;a href="http://sewingin-nomansland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sewing In No Mans Land&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how feminie &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;light this scarf is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be added to my two unfinished skirts, pj bottms and now halloween costume already on my &amp;nbsp;To-Do list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5885484880938275780?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5885484880938275780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5885484880938275780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-going-to-make-this.html' title='I&apos;m so going to make this!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIp_ao2I1nI/AAAAAAAAGCo/5fs_819jOhs/s72-c/Cute+Scarf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6415120602443993650</id><published>2010-09-10T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:48:02.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay ~ Push ups!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did an old workout that I had missed under the &lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/category/daily-workouts/"&gt;Home Workouts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;section.&amp;nbsp; I now only have one workout left under that section that&amp;nbsp;I have not completed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/2010/08/15/sexy-body-breakdown-workout/"&gt;"Sexy Body Breakdown"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7ic-CQ9IiM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7ic-CQ9IiM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workout had my quads screaming for mercy!&amp;nbsp; I completed it in 16:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ecstatic to finally be able to do push ups again without major pain.&amp;nbsp; There was some slight discomfort if I didn't have the weight distributed properly, but nothing too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 30lb backward lunges, I did not add any weight to the dynamic squats.&amp;nbsp; Squatting all the way down and jumping my feet together on the way up was brutal enough for me!&amp;nbsp; The push ups felt fantastic, probably because I was just so happy that I could use my arm again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workout was so fun, also&amp;nbsp;extremely exhausting, I was sweating like crazy!&amp;nbsp; I had to wipe my face off a couple times&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;keep the&amp;nbsp;sweat from dripping into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead, completely dead by round 8, but I pushed though the last two rounds.&amp;nbsp; Mentally fighting thoughts of just skipping out on a round ...or two.&amp;nbsp; This workout left me feeling amazing and I had great energy after my cool down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6415120602443993650?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6415120602443993650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6415120602443993650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-push-ups.html' title='Yay ~ Push ups!!!!!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7503600939676210046</id><published>2010-09-08T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:20:53.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a whimp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Last night Sam went for a bike ride at one of his favorites spots, the 'bobsled' behind the&amp;nbsp;capital.&amp;nbsp; I stayed home and folded a mountain of clothes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I seriously need purge my closet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;When he came home he&amp;nbsp;suggested to ride up to a local yogurt/custard &lt;em&gt;(what is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;custard)&lt;/em&gt; joint.&amp;nbsp; I love it&amp;nbsp;when he comes home with spur of the moment fun activities.&amp;nbsp;I was a bit&amp;nbsp;nervous to get back on the bike, mainly because hurting my arm causing me to not be able&amp;nbsp;to do my workouts properly &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;really is just not worth it. &amp;nbsp;Although, having my cute husband come up with&amp;nbsp;little romantic ideas is worth getting over my paranoia's of falling.&amp;nbsp; We rode up in the dark &lt;em&gt;since it was&amp;nbsp;9:30, &lt;/em&gt;every bump made me nervous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still can't put too much pressure on my arm, so I didn't feel like I had that great of control over the bike...&lt;em&gt;yes I am dramatic. &lt;/em&gt;Despite my "Pansie-itise", &lt;em&gt;as Sam calls it, &lt;/em&gt;I made it&amp;nbsp;without any&amp;nbsp;clumsy falls&amp;nbsp;and enjoyed some chocolate custard.&amp;nbsp; We sat outside enjoying the warm breeze while chit-chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIfYep6xSMI/AAAAAAAAGCg/cV2AtYlM3rc/s1600/nielsons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIfYep6xSMI/AAAAAAAAGCg/cV2AtYlM3rc/s320/nielsons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7503600939676210046?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7503600939676210046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7503600939676210046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-be-whimp.html' title='Don&apos;t be a whimp!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIfYep6xSMI/AAAAAAAAGCg/cV2AtYlM3rc/s72-c/nielsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5084462078408921185</id><published>2010-09-07T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:23:03.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self control...isn't that easy</title><content type='html'>I am so guilty of this one....&lt;a href="http://zuzanalight.com/?p=240"&gt;Emotional Eating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social and Bored Eating....those are my vices. I started social eating when I got married. I got into a terrible habit of eating late night pizza, nachos, etc. I also started drinking more and more soda. I remember when I started gaining weight thinking how terrible it was that FOOD made you FAT....yes, I know this is a silly realization, but I had never dealt with weight issues before. 20 pounds later I had gotten to the point that I didn't like the way I looked in photos...I am one of the lucky people who gain weight in their face, not attractive. Honestly I never thought I was fat or overweight. I was chubby though. I knew it was a problem when I went an entire summer without swimming since I was uncomfortable with the way I looked in swimwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;fully realized how much weight I had gained when I started hanging out with an old friend who I used to be the same size as.&amp;nbsp; Luckily her husband happened to be a fitness instructor turned fitness advisor who helped people with food plans etc. There I learned the how-to of eating healthy. Yes, this is something I had to be taught. I grew up eating cereal and bean and cheese burritos. I knew the basics candy = bad, veggies = good. I really didn't know how to start though. I learned what my meals should include, how much and how often to eat. I really loved the feeling of healthy eating, and then my emotions would kick in. I would allow myself to eat garbage since I had made some progress, thinking "I'm not really overweight anyways". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle with making any real progress. I lose 5 pounds, feel good about myself then screw it all up by giving myself allowances to eat garbage. Mostly I mess up by not eating frequently enough, and completely slacking off the entire weekend. I feel my best and have very few to no cravings when I eat every 2.5 - 3 hours. It's when I'm past hungry that I tend to crave junk foods and overeat. I am still working on being aware of what I eat and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that for me working out and eating well go hand in hand. I can't have one without the other. I want to eat well to perform my best while working out. An old friend got me started on working out again, but finding the BodyRock site has been the best thing for my overall health. I find her workouts incredibly motivating, and love to see my improvements in my fitness journal. Gyms were never my thing. I hate the vibe the gym has. I am not one for the stationary machine weights, nor standing in front of a mirror staring at yourself lifting repeatedly, finishing up with a 20 min cardio session. There is nothing wrong with that type of working out, it's great. I just wanted something a bit faster paced and challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to master a healthy lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Zuzana of BodyRock talking about emotional eating. She is my fitness role model, I love everything about her. I owe her so much for creating this site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0miN6tkO_Q&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0miN6tkO_Q&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5084462078408921185?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5084462078408921185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5084462078408921185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/self-controlisnt-that-easy.html' title='Self control...isn&apos;t that easy'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7167566419923189468</id><published>2010-09-07T14:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:22:57.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen, Bruised Elbows = No Fun</title><content type='html'>Since I'm a dork and fell on my bike hurting my elbow I was not able to even attempt &lt;a href="http://zuzanalight.com/?p=219"&gt;"smoking hot body"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;workout.&amp;nbsp; There were way too many exercises that required the use of your arms.&amp;nbsp; I was not happy about missing the workout.&amp;nbsp; I had been doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I didn't make it running, the bouncing of running wouldn't have felt that great on my elbow.&amp;nbsp; Instead Sam and I took Boston out for a walk.&amp;nbsp; It sadly had been way too long since I had just walked.&amp;nbsp; I'm at a desk job all day, then I do my workouts at home.&amp;nbsp; I never really just walk.&amp;nbsp; It felt really nice and relaxing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I still couldn't put the pressure of my body weight on my arm.&amp;nbsp; We did go for a walk in the dog park with my brothers.&amp;nbsp; I think Boston is enjoying the fact that I can't use my arm since he gets out on walks a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I finally had enough.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling like a sloth, I needed to workout getting&amp;nbsp;a good sweat in.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the workout on BodyRock was one that did not require that much use of your arms!&amp;nbsp; The workouts that did involve your arms, Zuzana had posted modifications for beginners that I decided to use since it didn't put as much weight on your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXjnEM_Kp_4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXjnEM_Kp_4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scores were:&lt;br /&gt;Sumo High Knees: 61,54,54,54&lt;br /&gt;Pendulum: 40,29,35,29&lt;br /&gt;Side Plank Lifts(on elbows): 9,11,10,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to do the sumo high knees just fine.&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum were a bit trickier, I probably should have done her modification where you put your arms on a higher elevation.&amp;nbsp; I didn't though.&amp;nbsp; I mainly put all the weight into my right arm and just had the left arm down more so for balance.&amp;nbsp; My scores were no where as high as they would have been if I were able to use both arms properly.&lt;br /&gt;The Santana lifts I used her modifications where you go up on your elbows not your hands.&amp;nbsp; That was perfect since I only have pain when I put pressure on my wrist or elbow joints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt much more like myself after I was done working out.&amp;nbsp; I do not like how sluggish I feel when I miss my workouts, even just two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7167566419923189468?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7167566419923189468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7167566419923189468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/swollen-bruised-elbows-no-fun.html' title='Swollen, Bruised Elbows = No Fun'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7822086025531727026</id><published>2010-09-04T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:36:23.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That wasn't suppose to happen...</title><content type='html'>I did Fridays workout which was the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/2010/09/03/fitness-is-sexy-workout/"&gt;Fitness is Sexy Workout&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It felt awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I figured I could manage it since it didn't have killer squats or anything since my hamstrings were really tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdaH3uX_WZA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdaH3uX_WZA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 LOW Jacks, 28 bicycles, 18 Dancing Crab, 4 Ninja Jump Tucks (I love that I can do these)&lt;br /&gt;continuing in that order for 5 more rounds...&lt;br /&gt;27, 28, 19, 5&lt;br /&gt;26, 29, 19, 5&lt;br /&gt;27, 23, 19, 4&lt;br /&gt;27, 24, 19, 4&lt;br /&gt;26, 24, 19, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this workout, and a long session of stretching I was feeling fabulous. &amp;nbsp;I was proud that I had worked out 5 days in a row! &amp;nbsp;Then my hubster, Mr. Biking, man came home. &amp;nbsp;He has really wanted me to get into biking with him. &amp;nbsp;So, we went for a little ride around our neighborhood to a park where there is are some hills to practice going down and more so getting back up. &amp;nbsp;Learning how to use the gears properly etc.&lt;br /&gt;I was very proud of my legs for enduring another brutal haul especially after all those low jacks...not to mention the entire week of exercise I had required from them. &amp;nbsp;After trying a couple times I made it up 95% of the hill! &amp;nbsp;I was happy with that, and I didn't think my quads could take anymore. &amp;nbsp;So, we took the long way home. &amp;nbsp;I was thoroughly enjoying the night breeze in my face, it just felt awesome. &amp;nbsp; Since we live in an older part of town their isn't always sidewalks, we were cruising down the side of the road - not smart since we weren't wearing helmets - nor reflectors. &amp;nbsp;There was a sidewalk coming up near the upcoming intersection, Sam said to get up on that since we weren't that well protected. &amp;nbsp;Here comes the funny-stupid-painful part... There was two was of getting back onto the sidewalk. 1- go over some gravel that leads into the sidewalk. 2- The McDonalds entrance. &amp;nbsp;I took the second one, thinking it looked the most gradual and I could just angle onto the sidewalk...WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIKvyGX_uNI/AAAAAAAAGB8/7GCkgIQLSD4/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIKvyGX_uNI/AAAAAAAAGB8/7GCkgIQLSD4/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That tiny little ledge is the culprit... I came at it almost parallel, thinking I could just sail over the tiny ledge...NO, you can't. &amp;nbsp;The ledge caught my front wheel whipping it straight, sending me flying off. &amp;nbsp;Somehow I caught myself with my left arm although I fell to the right. &amp;nbsp;I guess my instincts rotated myself to fall on my arms. &amp;nbsp;My left arm took 80% of the brunt of the fall. &amp;nbsp;The funny thing is, the fist thing that ran through my brain was - CRAP I think I tore my leggings...lol. &amp;nbsp; Luckily Sam has quick reflects and slammed on his brakes instead of running me over. &amp;nbsp;We were cruising pretty fast. &amp;nbsp;So, there I was laying in the McDonalds entrance. &amp;nbsp;Sam slid up to me, dropping his bike, asking if I was okay, trying to get me up and out of the way of the cars. &amp;nbsp;I thought I was totally fine..then the pain came rushing into my left arm. &amp;nbsp;I slammed my left palm so hard it jacked my poor elbow up, bad. &amp;nbsp;There was a random, possibly homeless guy biking around the McDonalds parking lot, he came up to us saying "you've got to pull up on those curbs or they'll get you every time" &amp;nbsp;for some reason I found this funny and started laughing threw my whimpering. &amp;nbsp;On the way back home I had to ride one handed, I couldn't put any pressure on my arm whatsoever, and the bouncing really hurt. &amp;nbsp;I just held my arm to my chest. &amp;nbsp;Although it hurt I was rather proud of my first survived crash. &amp;nbsp;Sam was worried that I was hurt badly enough that I would hang-up biking for good. &amp;nbsp;He kept asking if I was okay, and if I'd go again. &amp;nbsp;I found this adorable. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad he still wants my clumsy self going with him. &amp;nbsp;I took photo's of my skinned knee- I hadn't had one of those since I was a child..I'm officially tough ... !?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIK1LFzFYkI/AAAAAAAAGCE/I_otv8AZ9Tw/s1600/SDC11958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIK1LFzFYkI/AAAAAAAAGCE/I_otv8AZ9Tw/s320/SDC11958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elbow is totally swollen and I can't straighten my arm, nor bend it up to get my hair in a ponytail, I had to have Sam pull my hair back for me. &amp;nbsp;Thank heaven for ice and ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;The real bummer is my bro's are going biking today on an beginner trail, I'd love to have gone...but this dang arm wouldn't be having that. &amp;nbsp;All in all, I love biking. &amp;nbsp;It's such a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long it will take to be able to do a BodyRock workout as most of her workouts include plank positions, push ups, pull ups....hopefully not too long. &amp;nbsp;I'm loving this tight-fit feeling. &amp;nbsp;I've got to keep it going. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to try to get a run in today (saturday) so I keep my momentum going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7822086025531727026?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7822086025531727026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7822086025531727026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-wasnt-suppose-to-happen.html' title='That wasn&apos;t suppose to happen...'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TIKvyGX_uNI/AAAAAAAAGB8/7GCkgIQLSD4/s72-c/IMG_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5494472798567436774</id><published>2010-09-02T16:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:52:42.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I found this video to be slightly depressing, but as the film continued I really fell for the message of independence. It's a quality to be able to stand alone, confident in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be some advice I may have to take up sooner or later when we move out of state. I will miss the security and luxury of having such amazing friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5494472798567436774?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5494472798567436774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5494472798567436774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='How to be alone'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-321920543172444390</id><published>2010-09-01T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:33:47.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uuk-h2ZYNJU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uuk-h2ZYNJU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8xCgC3w1zs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8xCgC3w1zs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore princess movies, but how hilarious are these videos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-321920543172444390?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/321920543172444390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/321920543172444390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/princess-advice.html' title='Princess Advice'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-13126626727354055</id><published>2010-09-01T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:40:10.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Snuggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH7Acg9eGuI/AAAAAAAAGBg/bYVBJjmnjCc/s1600/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH7Acg9eGuI/AAAAAAAAGBg/bYVBJjmnjCc/s400/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so loving this photo of Bethie &amp;amp; Boston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-13126626727354055?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/13126626727354055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/13126626727354055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeah-ive-got-cutest-neice-and-most.html' title='Puppy Snuggles'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH7Acg9eGuI/AAAAAAAAGBg/bYVBJjmnjCc/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-91747096794536836</id><published>2010-09-01T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:02:15.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found am loving these DIY Anthropology necklaces over at &lt;a href="http://www.flamingotoes.com/#"&gt;Flamingotoes&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH6-R-qipmI/AAAAAAAAGBE/K0XLfijYrOI/s1600/Bib+Necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH6-R-qipmI/AAAAAAAAGBE/K0XLfijYrOI/s320/Bib+Necklace.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the simplicity of this one!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH6-mRNq5WI/AAAAAAAAGBM/a_ZlGgnuoUA/s1600/Ribbon+Necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH6-mRNq5WI/AAAAAAAAGBM/a_ZlGgnuoUA/s320/Ribbon+Necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how flirty/fun this one is, so great with jeans a white T and of course great heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She has posted step by step tutorials, which I am so grateful for.&amp;nbsp; I have absolutely&amp;nbsp;NO&amp;nbsp;experience in&amp;nbsp;jewelry making. &amp;nbsp;I am keeping this one in mind for an upcoming girls night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-91747096794536836?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/91747096794536836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/91747096794536836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpfeedproxy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH6-R-qipmI/AAAAAAAAGBE/K0XLfijYrOI/s72-c/Bib+Necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-3435826238555006945</id><published>2010-08-31T15:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:20:39.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So....this is why it feels like my lower&amp;nbsp;tendon feels like it's being sliced up everytime I go hiking............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scientists at Manchester Metropolitan University, in northern England, found continued wear of high heels caused the Achilles’ tendon to thicken and stiffen permanently, so calf muscles were forced to stretch painfully when switching to flat shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the study, published in the Journal of Experimental Biology, two groups of women aged between 20 to 50 years were tested. One group regularly wore high heels of two inches or more for two or more years, while the other group had always wore flats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The high heel wearers, who complained of discomfort when they switched to flats, were found to have muscle fibers 13 percent shorter than the women in flats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you wear high heels for two years or more, five times a week, muscle fibers will become shorter and tendons will thicken and stiffen,” Professor Marco Narici, who led the research, told NewsCore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This has an immediate effect in restricting ankle movement and impacts your ability to walk fast and run — both in heels and flats.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narici said he would recommend women wear heels and flats on alternate days, but said he found most women who wear heels prefer to wear them at least five days a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The study said heel lovers should try stretching exercises at the end of each day's wear to avoid soreness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH1xbxgehrI/AAAAAAAAGAs/kxKctxrvdOY/s1600/snake+heels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH1xbxgehrI/AAAAAAAAGAs/kxKctxrvdOY/s320/snake+heels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish these were mine!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sadly, all that article does is make me think about doing some serious stretching.&amp;nbsp; There is just no way I could give up my heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-3435826238555006945?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3435826238555006945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/3435826238555006945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-crap.html' title='Oh-crap'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TH1xbxgehrI/AAAAAAAAGAs/kxKctxrvdOY/s72-c/snake+heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7656561471106008350</id><published>2010-08-27T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:16:01.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 'wearable' sewing project!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/THfuApq_yVI/AAAAAAAAGAI/uVFH2hdee5k/s1600/2010-08-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510134364064696658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/THfuApq_yVI/AAAAAAAAGAI/uVFH2hdee5k/s320/2010-08-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Plans change…almost always for the better. Last night Tal and I had plans to go to Café Rio followed by some bargain hunting.&lt;br /&gt;None of that happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was Tal’s night to cook for her family, so instead of ditching her responsibility I joined the family for dinner. She made the most delicious ‘zucchini pizza’. It was completely made out of vegetables…with some fresh mozzarella. It’s a recipe I’ll have to add into my cook book. I can definitely use all the healthy delicious recipes I can find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The possible babysitters for the kids had plans of their own, so our bargain hunting changed to sewing. Tal’s mother has a WONDERFUL sewing room! Endless amounts of “scrap” fabrics, shelves of gorgeous silks, drawers stuffed full of lace trimmings, buttons, ribbons, basically anything you need to complete any sewing project! I was in heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tal helped me find a darling skirt pattern amongst the library of patterns. I had never used a pattern before, honestly I was a bit intimidated by the idea. My sewing abilities were limited to seeing something and winging it… mostly crazy Halloween costumes, girl dress-up skirts or pj bottoms. Making something I’d actually wear as an outfit was completely different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal had already started a princess dress pattern for Bethie, she was using extra material her mother had from sewing gowns for friends and family. The pictures are of the dress about 50% complete. She was still going to add some “princess” details and trimmings. I can’t wait to see the final product. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I finally left around 11:30 with a 95% complete skirt, I just need to add a zipper and hem up the lining. I couldn’t be happier with my first pattern experience. I love all things crafty, and sewing has been added to my list. Next… I want to make some vests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7656561471106008350?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7656561471106008350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7656561471106008350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-wearable-sewing-project.html' title='My first &apos;wearable&apos; sewing project!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/THfuApq_yVI/AAAAAAAAGAI/uVFH2hdee5k/s72-c/2010-08-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-2087086153248738030</id><published>2010-08-26T16:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:41:50.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Goals!</title><content type='html'>I am setting a goal for myself to workout 5-6 days a week starting last Friday, August 20th to September 30th 2010.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is from BodyRock.tv, I am completly obsesed with Zuzana's workouts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2soo0oLJR2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2soo0oLJR2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did Augst 25th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-2087086153248738030?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2087086153248738030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/2087086153248738030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/fitness-goals.html' title='Fitness Goals!'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4990271505564402675</id><published>2009-05-07T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:16:19.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SgMJUkWIeGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/fT1laUJxx1U/s1600-h/Sam+Before+5-1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SgMJUkWIeGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/fT1laUJxx1U/s400/Sam+Before+5-1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am actually posting about my tulips.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went on a Costco run to resupply the unnecessary mountain of candy that my work so generously supplies to my growing waist line.   I have been wanting flowers REALLY bad lately.  A couple weeks back Sam had brought me home not one, two, bunches of flowers.  One a dozen roses, second some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daisy's&lt;/span&gt;.  That is where the love of fresh flowers started...so it's really Sam's fault.  Do you like how talented I am at spinning that off :)  Anyways, I saw these orange/yellow tulips and HAD to have them.  It really was a  matter of life and death.  Plus the added bonus of the amazing Costco prize of $8....how could I not?  So I add them to my ridiculously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bulging&lt;/span&gt; cart of junk food...and strawberries.   I found some make shift container to put them into water here at work.  Then I realized what am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to do with all these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tulips&lt;/span&gt; while I am at the gym...I go there right after work?  I decided to just bring them inside and shove them into my locker.  I can't be leaving them in the hot car to wilt!  Brandie so generously helped me carry in this bucket and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tulips&lt;/span&gt;.  People did kinda stare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inquisitively&lt;/span&gt; at the bunch of tulips and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; container, probably thinking, "what are those girls doing, don't they know this is a gym?"   It was worth the hauling around considering how pretty they look in my living room.  I feel a bit closer to Martha Stewart or  Bree Vandicamp form Desperate Housewives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4990271505564402675?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4990271505564402675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4990271505564402675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-am-actually-posting-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SgMJUkWIeGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/fT1laUJxx1U/s72-c/Sam+Before+5-1-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5560605297693294620</id><published>2009-04-17T10:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:25:41.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/Seir_iibd6I/AAAAAAAAFhU/ASMNOKuaLu8/s1600-h/Brit+Concert+4-14-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/Seir_iibd6I/AAAAAAAAFhU/ASMNOKuaLu8/s400/Brit+Concert+4-14-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bran and I went to the Britney Spears concert this past Tuesday.  I have to admit that I wasn't all that excited until I walked into the building.  I have only been to two concerts one a county singer, very formal.  Second an 80's rock band that I couldn't understand what they were singing.  Sam played me their cd after the concert, I liked their songs, but had no clue that is what they were playing.&lt;br /&gt;Brit was totally different, first off the show started with the Pussycat Dolls.  I love them.  I am a total girl-pop music lover, anything I can dance to.  They were great.  Their costumes were adorable, and they sounded great live.  The crowd was an added perk to the concert, much more up my alley than the past two concerts I had been to.  Dancing and singing along to the songs, it was so much fun.  In between The Pussycat Dolls, the New York Circus put on a performance.  Brit definitely knows how to pick her performers, they were really entertaining.&lt;br /&gt; Finally Brit came on, the crowd went CRAZY.    I can just imagine the feeling of ALL those fans screaming for YOU.  What a rush.   The hyped up crowd really made the atmosphere perfect.  I had a really fun, very flamboyant guy next to me.  He really made it fun.  He was SO into it all.   We danced the entire show, my abs were killing me by the end of the night.   Brit was worth the wait and money, I was so sad when it was over.  I could have danced all night.   I loved getting ready with Bran before the concert.  It reminded me I am not an old housewife just yet.  Up next is Pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5560605297693294620?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5560605297693294620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5560605297693294620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/bran-and-i-went-to-britney-spears.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/Seir_iibd6I/AAAAAAAAFhU/ASMNOKuaLu8/s72-c/Brit+Concert+4-14-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-308001833450834223</id><published>2009-04-16T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:22:57.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are a changin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SeeKndvcfOI/AAAAAAAAFg0/GMNhXE0eERc/s1600-h/Dave%27s+Mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SeeKndvcfOI/AAAAAAAAFg0/GMNhXE0eERc/s400/Dave%27s+Mission.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of change in my family recently. Three of my five brothers are now out of state. John an officer in the Army training to fulfill his position as Medical Administrator, he will be in charge of military hospitals and doctors. Nate who joined the National Guard is in boot camp till Aug. He will be starting school in the fall to finish up his Bachelors degree then continuing onto Law School. Dave left on his mission to Carlsbad, California and is the happiest he's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's just me, Ryan and Sam in state now. Ryan is in middle school, 8th grade.   He’ll be trying out for the high school basketball team next year!! Sam is going to officially be out of grade school in two short months, and starting a football league.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss having all my brothers in state. I really enjoy being the second oldest in my family,  able to see everyone grow up and experience life. I am so proud of my brothers.  They are such amazing boys that overcome any situation. I look up to them so much. I have really come to understand how important valuing time is, enjoying every minute you are given with family and friends. Life changes so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-308001833450834223?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/308001833450834223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/308001833450834223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-are-changin.html' title='Things are a changin...'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SeeKndvcfOI/AAAAAAAAFg0/GMNhXE0eERc/s72-c/Dave%27s+Mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4635085148120080470</id><published>2009-03-06T09:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:38:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SbFRFppCS0I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-ZHxhlu1hkg/s1600-h/Whitaker+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SbFRFppCS0I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-ZHxhlu1hkg/s400/Whitaker+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hill, or should I say mountain side, was crazy!!  You literally are sliding down the side of the mountain where the pipe line leaves a clearing in the trees.  Aside from some slight back pain the next day due to the giant molehills that jerk your body around, it is a blast!!  It is defiantly adult sledding.   We tried to take Koen down the first part of the hill.  He hated it.  He was NOT a fan of the snow flying into his face and flying off the sled.   So he sat in the car with grandma, who was not equipped well enough.  Nate brought his two giant dogs, Ben a Newfoundland and Toby the Great Pyrenees who is 4 month in this photo.   They loved it!!  It made me sad that Boston our tiny 4lb. poodle was too tiny to handle the deep snow.  I love the middle photo of Ryan flying off his sled.   Luckily he is young enough not to feel that the next day.  Sam on the other hand has not come to understand that he is no longer 18.....   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4635085148120080470?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4635085148120080470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4635085148120080470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-hill-or-should-i-say-mountain-side_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SbFRFppCS0I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/-ZHxhlu1hkg/s72-c/Whitaker+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-5743108072456196504</id><published>2009-02-15T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:41:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjEFTd0INI/AAAAAAAAFS0/j4FYhmNKj1o/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjEFTd0INI/AAAAAAAAFS0/j4FYhmNKj1o/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204156632473810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Man's!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-5743108072456196504?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5743108072456196504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/5743108072456196504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjEFTd0INI/AAAAAAAAFS0/j4FYhmNKj1o/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-4056820133187029882</id><published>2009-02-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:36:35.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjC-NeBYQI/AAAAAAAAFSs/WISXf8oF2tw/s1600-h/Mandy%27s+Pictures+2006+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjC-NeBYQI/AAAAAAAAFSs/WISXf8oF2tw/s320/Mandy%27s+Pictures+2006+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202935252017410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday Alayna!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-4056820133187029882?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4056820133187029882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/4056820133187029882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-alayna.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZjC-NeBYQI/AAAAAAAAFSs/WISXf8oF2tw/s72-c/Mandy%27s+Pictures+2006+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-7474524575895137904</id><published>2009-02-09T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:31:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZBrs9U_aLI/AAAAAAAAFQI/yqb3RnSxhLY/s1600-h/Recently+Updated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZBrs9U_aLI/AAAAAAAAFQI/yqb3RnSxhLY/s400/Recently+Updated1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Dave off at the MTC last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt; I have never seen him more happy, he definitely had the "glow" about him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear about his experiences.  If we can get him to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the example he has set for Ryan and Sammy, they look up to him SO much.&lt;br /&gt;He is also a great example to me as to the power of the gospel.  Seeing him grow into the man he is can only be described as a miraculous change.  He is just now beginning to live up to his potential.  He amazes me.  Everyone who knows him can not deny the powerful presence he has.  He isn't a big talker, but his spirit is very powerful. That, and his smile is what I think will make people interested in him and the gospel.  People will want to know what is making him glow like he is without him saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so proud of my little bro, I love him so much.  I am so lucky to have 5 amazing strong brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-7474524575895137904?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7474524575895137904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/7474524575895137904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-dropped-dave-off-at-mtc-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SZBrs9U_aLI/AAAAAAAAFQI/yqb3RnSxhLY/s72-c/Recently+Updated1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-6556644427920396201</id><published>2009-02-06T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:15:02.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYyaFWl-kyI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/sNh3Na7oLdw/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYyaFWl-kyI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/sNh3Na7oLdw/s400/186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Tawn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-6556644427920396201?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6556644427920396201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/6556644427920396201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-tawn-i-love-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYyaFWl-kyI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/sNh3Na7oLdw/s72-c/186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-603775775153598016</id><published>2009-02-05T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:17:12.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can stop wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYssOWHz8cI/AAAAAAAAFMo/K8dZ98GyqLQ/s1600-h/Library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYssOWHz8cI/AAAAAAAAFMo/K8dZ98GyqLQ/s400/Library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder if a full grown man,6'4"- 225lbs, could make it though your dog door?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey- he won $5...who wouldn't give it a try for that kind of cash?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-603775775153598016?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/603775775153598016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/603775775153598016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-stop-wondering.html' title='You can stop wondering...'/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SYssOWHz8cI/AAAAAAAAFMo/K8dZ98GyqLQ/s72-c/Library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840783418433780469.post-1095458119834863543</id><published>2009-01-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:53:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SX4wxONsPnI/AAAAAAAAFLA/h7FALXvL1lI/s1600-h/Girl+time+crafts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SX4wxONsPnI/AAAAAAAAFLA/h7FALXvL1lI/s400/Girl+time+crafts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Girlie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to dedicate a post to my girl Brandie.  We have been friends since we met in 4th grade.  It is the best feeling to know that you always have someone lean on for anything that comes up in life.  She has always been there for me, and listens to all my whining.  She knows more about my flaws and poor choices than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I love reminiscing about our past together, she remembers absolutely everything!   It makes me laugh hearing about all our childish plans and dreams.  Especially the one to run away to California to visit 2Pacs grave, we thought we were such gangsters.   Bran and I definitely feed off of each others crazy side.  It's amazing we survived some of our 'great ideas'.  &lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have her as my chosen sister to share my life with.  Life just isn't complete with out one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4840783418433780469-1095458119834863543?l=samandrachelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1095458119834863543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840783418433780469/posts/default/1095458119834863543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandrachelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-girlie-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam and Rachelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17075222032495657386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/TP073JYob9I/AAAAAAAAGRM/fMr3bDDgZpg/S220/SDC12256.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4isQdKwlTEo/SX4wxONsPnI/AAAAAAAAFLA/h7FALXvL1lI/s72-c/Girl+time+crafts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
