<?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-27352860</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:29:41.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heather ives photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>520</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1035987286273393919</id><published>2008-11-09T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:44:09.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are a changin'!</title><content type='html'>I am finally doing it!  I am combining my two blogs.  From now on my photography blog will serve the purpose of both personal and photography updates.  This is in preparation for the unveiling of my photography website that I hope to have up and running in the next week.  This is so very exciting!  So, I will no longer be posting at this site.  You can now see what the "crazy ives" are up to as well as my new photography shoots &lt;a href="http://www.heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-1035987286273393919?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1035987286273393919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1035987286273393919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1035987286273393919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1035987286273393919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-are-changin.html' title='Things are a changin&apos;!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8879699110650996746</id><published>2008-11-06T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:43:41.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economy Got yoU down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/ives005copyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 651px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/ives005copyweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best (and most important) things in life are free! Here are my top ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bike rides with my kids in this gorgeous weather. I have been riding (ok, two times) to school with Rachel in the morning. So much fun, and total bonding time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. YOGA! If you haven't discovered the joy of yoga, come on over and I will introduce it to you. If you can't afford to get a massage, this is just as good. After doing yoga you will have that same feeling of well being, and relaxation as after a massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you still must have a massage. Train your kids in the practice. (or husband, but kids are sometimes more willing. ha ha.) I remember when I was pregnant with Lizzie and I gave each of my four little ones some lotion and a limb of mine to massage. Someone came to the door asking Jacob to play and I could hear him saying, "I can't right now, I have to massage my mom." He was 7 years old. Can you imagine that kid relaying that explanation to his mom. "Oh, Jacob can't play right now he is massaging his mom." I was cracking up. As a result my kids are seriously skilled. Especially in foot, hand, and scalp massages. Which are my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Playing a game with your kids. Lately we are into apples to apples and Jacob who is home sick right now is begging me to play backgammon with him. Which leads me to number four. What I am doing now instead of playing with him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Blogging (or journaling). It's free and so much fun. Benefits being... to keep in contact with loved ones, for your posterity, and to relive the goodness in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Cozying up with a good book. Ask to borrow one from a friend, or visit your public library. Although the library is never free for me due to my insane ability to amass large amounts of late fees. For a small amount of money you can sip a cup of cocoa while reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Talking with your kids individually. Take them aside one by one. ( Promise everyone they will get their turn and they will let you do this). Just talk about life with them. Their hopes and dreams. What is important to them. The trials in their life. You will another side of your child and love them all the more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Kissing and hugging your kids. I like to do this while reading them a book, or watching a cozy movie. What is a cozy movie you ask? Some of our are music man, sound of music, any old disney movie that brings back memories from watching it as a kid (cozying with mom). Right now Jacob is home sick (and while waiting for me to play backgammon) is watching jungle book. Yesterday it was Fox and the Hound. For Rachel and I it is pride and prejudice, emma, wives and daughters, jane eyre, sense and sensibility, etc. Again, Free. (come borrow from me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My favorite of course is alone time with Dave. Talking, and well.... you know. free, free, free. Oh thank the heavens, it's free. Gloriously free free free. Oh.... sorry, I am forgetting myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Long showers. I realize water costs money, but humor me. Long showers have saved my marriage many times, comforted me in times of sickness, and relaxed me in times of stress. Instead of going to my closet to pray, I go to my shower. Haven't you heard the song, "ere you left your bathroom this morning. Did you think to pray? " Ha. I know, I know. My jokes are very stupid. Ask anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And number 10! Service. Of every kind. Nothing brings more joy in this life than service. Whether to your family or a friend. A smile or a kind word is service. A thank you note is always appreciated. Making a hot meal for my family at the end of the day. Showering my husband with affection when he gets home. Doing laundry. Encouraging a friend. Lending a hand to someone in need. Helping out at your child's school. Or a million other things. IT IS ALL FREE! I try to consciously help someone every day, and I am always looking for new opportunities. So call me if you need me. I'm available for FREE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are some ideas. Now I want to hear yours. I need to add to my list! Please share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-8879699110650996746?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8879699110650996746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8879699110650996746' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8879699110650996746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8879699110650996746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/11/economy-got-you-down.html' title='The Economy Got yoU down?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2963881370385518713</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:49:49.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SRH17yWaIFI/AAAAAAAAFM8/2e_Uyk8lrPc/s1600-h/american-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265259846849667154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SRH17yWaIFI/AAAAAAAAFM8/2e_Uyk8lrPc/s400/american-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While who I voted for didn't win, it sure was an exciting day.  As I walked in my city library to vote, I really felt grateful to live in a nation where we are all able to vote.  How awesome that all of our voices can be heard.  I thought McCain's speech was gracious and moving.  And while I don't agree with Obama on so many issues, I do think it amazingly wonderful to have a black president.  It does say a great deal about how far our nation has come.   It just makes me so dang sad that people really don't think that abortion is a big deal.  How can you be Christian and think it is OK?  Anyway, it definitely was a historic night.  The silver lining was that both props 8 &amp;amp; 102 passed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2963881370385518713?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2963881370385518713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2963881370385518713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2963881370385518713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2963881370385518713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SRH17yWaIFI/AAAAAAAAFM8/2e_Uyk8lrPc/s72-c/american-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2136339897154886325</id><published>2008-11-03T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:43:41.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080905_1677weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 678px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080905_1677weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080906_1580weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 678px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080906_1580weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally messed up my blog template creating a new header. That is what happens when I try to do things on my own, but I am too tired to figure it out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had time to get up all my Halloween pictures. I had a photo shoot this morning and Saturday that I can't wait to share. But lets just say...Joe did not disappoint. He was in all his glory on Halloween night. Here is a teaser up above. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had so much on my mind (don't we all). As all my concerns were rolling around in my mind the other morning a distinct thought came to my mind. The words of this scripture-"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust in the the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and He shall direct thy paths." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I really have been making myself crazy trying to figure out everything in life on my own. And than I think, "Duh! Have you even asked Heavenly Father for help?" I know that He will open up my eyes to new thoughts and ideas that I hadn't thought of previously. And give me the peace that I need. If I seek His help and guidance, He will lead me along. I won't know everything that the future will bring, but I can have peace that He will be there and will direct my paths if I seek Him out. I already know all of this. I just get busy and forget sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is election day. I made it without my prop 102 sign being stolen or vandalized. Ha Ha. I think it will pass with no problem in Arizona. Hopefully all the campaigning in California will pay off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you happen to be undecided in your vote tomorrow, check out my brother in law's &lt;a href="http://www.grantmccaleb.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. His past two posts are very entertaining as usual.&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/27352860-2136339897154886325?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2136339897154886325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2136339897154886325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2136339897154886325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2136339897154886325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops.html' title='oops!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1695102036533157691</id><published>2008-10-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:08:04.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for tomorrow night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0701web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 648px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0701web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember how I wrote about the awesome cemetery in Quincy, IL where my sister lives.  You can tell that we grew up in Southern California when one of the spots you take your sister when she visits is a cool old cemetery that you like.   It reminded us both of the haunted mansion at Disneyland.  There just isn't anything like this in So. Cal.  Nothing old and shall I say romantically spooky.  We drove around and picked out our favorite headstones.   I was so glad I had my camera with me.  I have been wanting to show you them and now that All Hallows eve is at our door - I thought the time appropriate.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0703weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 726px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0703weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0687weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 648px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0687weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria's favorite is this house, always has to have the biggest and best. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0691weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 726px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0691weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (in my best ghost voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0702weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 726px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0702weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one more of my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0695web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 648px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0695web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahhh, Edgar and Edith.  How sweet.  You can get great name ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0706weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 648px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0706weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0707weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 726px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/DSC_0707weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow I will be posting my festive neighbor Joe's Halloween decor.  Remember last year?  Is it possible to get more gruesome?  The answer is yes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    WE are carving pumpkins tonight.  I try to get Dave to do it every year.  I am one of those people who hates the mess.  What a spoil sport I am.  The weather is so incredible right now we can do it outside and I won't mind so much!  OOH, maybe we can build a fire out back.  It should be down to 70 degrees by tonight. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-1695102036533157691?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1695102036533157691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1695102036533157691' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1695102036533157691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1695102036533157691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-ready-for-tomorrow-night.html' title='Are you ready for tomorrow night?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3811223307311287506</id><published>2008-10-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:32:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>law family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 678px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080821_0998weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; check out &lt;/a&gt;this cute family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3811223307311287506?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3811223307311287506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3811223307311287506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3811223307311287506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3811223307311287506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/law-family.html' title='law family.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4443536110972919676</id><published>2008-10-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:53:27.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>has it really been a week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1458website.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy having fun with my sister Gloria and nephew Dallen. They came out for Leah's baptism. They flew back to Illinois this morning and we are so sad. Here are some of the highlights.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 678px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1510weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was alot of this going on. The kids actually swam in the pool everyday. Which is freezing by Arizona standards. Brrr. Glor and I stuck to the hot tub. I had Gloria read "Goose Girl" by Shannon Hale. If you haven't read it, come and borrow it from me. It is so good. Than of course you need to read the sequels, "Enna Burning", and "River Secrets." They are written by the same author as "Princess Academy." If you haven't read that then you have alot of catching up to do. They are all written for young adults. That's me. smile.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 678px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1513website.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was reading (and still am) the third book in the Eragon saga "Brisinger." Again youth books, and thoroughly delightful. I highly recommend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1547website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1547website.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca was so excited for Gloria to be able to go to her horseback riding lesson. It was at 6:30a.m. I stayed in bed, thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1532weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080830_1532weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the ward "trunk-or-treat" which is always so much fun. It is as much fun for me to dress up as the kids. At the last second I threw on my wedding dress and told Dave to find something for Frankenstein and I went as his beautiful bride. And no, my wedding dress doesn't still fit. It was hanging open in the back. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1500website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 678px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1500website.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family pic from Leah's baptism day. It was so simple and beautiful. I just can't get over how strong the spirit is at baptisms. It strengthens my testimony every time I attend one. And of course, Leah was glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1502weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1502weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080831_1486weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So cool that Leah was able to get baptized on the same day as her good friend Devon. What special girls they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Gloria could leave, I had to edit Austin's (her oldest son) senior pictures. Remember, I had to cancel my trip out there to do them. So I had her look at &lt;a href="http://www.briannagraham.com/seniors"&gt;Brianna Graham's website &lt;/a&gt;for ideas. She had the most awesome boy senior photo shoot that I knew Austin could pull off. HE is under the featured seniors (Dayton). Didn't Gloria do amazing? I will take some credit since I am her photography instructor. But this she did without me even there! woo-hoo! This was so fun that I think I will offer this service to just edit a photo that you have. The cost will be $25 per image. Here are the before and afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057838121154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SQaVuWTFdjI/AAAAAAAAFLo/WvrtXXC4TPQ/s400/091web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 677px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/FlattenImageaawebsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057829969413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SQaVt37jxLI/AAAAAAAAFLg/D6VdZDCskig/s400/196web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 677px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/196bwebsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057842408687106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SQaVumRUBgI/AAAAAAAAFLw/Cs7ACNW7nqE/s400/200web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 677px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/200websiteaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262058689305165714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SQaWf5NKv5I/AAAAAAAAFL4/Oaq5MeTzvFI/s400/227web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 677px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/aaawebsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested you can e-mail me your pictures at &lt;a href="mailto:heatherives@yahoo.com"&gt;heatherives@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4443536110972919676?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4443536110972919676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4443536110972919676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4443536110972919676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4443536110972919676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-it-really-been-week.html' title='has it really been a week?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SQaVuWTFdjI/AAAAAAAAFLo/WvrtXXC4TPQ/s72-c/091web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-920689083563273219</id><published>2008-10-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:19:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny faces. funny stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080815_0796weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080815_0797weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080815_0795weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080815_0795weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; we had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hometeachers&lt;/span&gt; over and in the middle of the lesson Leah asked the 17 year old boy and his father when a boy starts his period. Dave replied, "boys aren't very good at punctuation, and Leah you aren't allowed to ask anymore questions." I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is having some problems lately with pushing, kicking, hitting, pinching whatever person is near her when she is annoyed. I told her she needed to go and write me a paper on how she was going to stop this. I received this e-mail promptly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt; like to start this paper to you by saying I am truly sorry. I know I cannot say it is a reflex for the rest of my life and I am trying to change for real from this day on.&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with hurting people and I think I will be able to stop by going to sleep earlier, drink a magic potion to not have hormones, and have lots and lots of alone time. Also if I don’t get myself into bad situations then I won’t get mad at everyone and go ballistic. I think I am nocturnal so I will flip my schedule so I can do things at night when I am the most happy. Or possibly I can control myself. But the real problem with me is every time I am with Leah I just freak out and get all mad! She always has some annoying thing to say to me to really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt; me ya know?!!!! I really just need to practice not hurting people and choosing to love over attacking!&lt;br /&gt;I could also maybe just whenever I get the urge to hurt someone or something I can just hold back and maybe I can have a punching bag and I will just punch that a lot then not want to punch or kick because I will hurt so bad from getting bruises from trying but not succeeding. All I am trying to say is that I am sorry and will really, really try to do a lot better! (And I love you!)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Rachel Ives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was yet again frustrated by something I couldn't do on the computer, I sighed and said, "Oh Lizzie, my life is difficult." She replied, "so is mine, I have to clean my room!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening has been filled with non stop hugs from Jacob as he finally saved his money and got a cell phone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; took advantage of his mood as well. She is always trying to get Jacob to hug and kiss her on the cheek and dance with her. He obliged her tonight. We gave Jacob a million rules for the cell phone usage and as usual he happily accepted any instruction we gave him happily. TEENAGERS LISTEN UP! If you want your parents to be putty in your hands all you have to do is obey, and be respectful. Just give it a try for a week! You can add in some compliments too. Jacob walked up from behind me at church and said, "oh, I didn't know that was you mom, you look so good." Totally working me, but I'll take it! I guess he could be being truthful since I rarely get done up except for church. He would kn0w me from a mile away in my robe or pajamas. ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-920689083563273219?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/920689083563273219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=920689083563273219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/920689083563273219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/920689083563273219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-faces-funny-stories.html' title='funny faces. funny stories.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5898395218771386894</id><published>2008-10-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:31:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so proud of this girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080826_1419weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080826_1419weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I photographed Rebecca in her happy place.  She wanted pictures to put up all over her room.  I have tons more to edit, but thought I would share one.  Her teacher was freaking out because she is just learning to canter and Rebecca was doing figure eights through the cones cantering cueing the horse just right.  Way to go Mary!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5898395218771386894?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5898395218771386894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5898395218771386894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5898395218771386894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5898395218771386894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-proud-of-this-girl.html' title='so proud of this girl'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2255037593453710603</id><published>2008-10-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:19:36.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedona-or red rock country (as dave liked to say over and over)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1118weba-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1125weba-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1125weba-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are driving into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sedona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. We were too tired to be that impressed. We headed straight to the pool to relax and recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1118weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1114weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, one of my favorite things on a trip is a yummy breakfast. The weather was incredible. We just wanted to sit there all day (still tired, I guess.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1155weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But we had a great adventure ahead. A helicopter trip, which is the best way to go when you only have a short time, and are too tired to hike. ha. Are you ready for the view? It was amazing!!&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1218weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1218weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1165weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1165weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1171weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1171weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1196weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1196weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1190weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1190weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1212weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1212weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1135weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1135weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1140weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our flight we were shown many native &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; ruins. How would you like a condo like this? I'm thinking that is a long climb to get back home to bed at night. Can you see the hieroglyphs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1227weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the ground we drove on over to red rock park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1133weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1145weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1141weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1248webs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1248webs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1250weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1250weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where we hiked (slowly walked) along the creek there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1257weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1257weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE realized that we didn't have a backpack so we searched the back of the car (that is never cleaned out) and found one of the girl's bags that they carry their coloring stuff to church in. I thought Dave looked rather styling with it. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1254weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1254weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; red rock country man. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1286weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1286weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way back to the big city we stopped by at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Montezuma's&lt;/span&gt; castle. Incredible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080824_1309weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Last but not least, we visited one of my favorite national parks. The outlet mall. I finally went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Naartjie&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Narchie&lt;/span&gt;). It is a children's store that Natalie K. and Jenn W. kept telling me about. I was overcome and had to leave before I bought the whole store. If you want to have a photo shoot and can't think of outfits to wear, go here. Layered, colorful, comfy,and cute. I loved all the hats, scarves and tights too. Also, Dave had to drag me out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt; outlet. I have never seen one, and it was amazing. I was thinking I could just buy a doll to dress and carry around. Instead, I bought the cutest stuff for Summer H's baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you like my new bigger and better pictures? Finally figured it out (or rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; did). I love that man more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2255037593453710603?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2255037593453710603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2255037593453710603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2255037593453710603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2255037593453710603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/sedona-or-red-rock-country-as-dave.html' title='Sedona-or red rock country (as dave liked to say over and over)'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6655357324055795929</id><published>2008-10-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:01:45.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What my morning looked like....and yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPj8Gorn6KI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ytb9gpC4nAI/s1600-h/20080823_1105web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258229755884857506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPj8Gorn6KI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ytb9gpC4nAI/s400/20080823_1105web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow this picture of laundry doesn't show just how huge it is!!  Like 15 loads.  One of the greatest things about vacation is the laundry pile -up, ha.  Fortunately for me I had ms. jane eyre to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPj8GpIs8XI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/OUkqiIsEQQc/s1600-h/20080823_1110weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258229756006822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPj8GpIs8XI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/OUkqiIsEQQc/s400/20080823_1110weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you seen this?  It is 4 hours of pure heaven.  Love love love it.  Done pretty recently by the BBC.  Thanks Petra for loaning it to me.  Afterwards, I bought it instantly.  One time was just not enough. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am off on another adventure.  You know that country song that talks about "live like you are dying."  WHile, I don't think I am going anywhere soon, I definitely going to party every last minute that I have with Dave. smile.  Seriously, I don't think he is going anywhere soon either but it's a good excuse right?  Dave is taking me on a scenic picture taking dream adventure up to sedona.  I will definitely have great pics to share.  ooooh, can't wait.  Alone time, how sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6655357324055795929?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6655357324055795929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6655357324055795929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6655357324055795929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6655357324055795929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-my-morning-looked-likeand-yours.html' title='What my morning looked like....and yours?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPj8Gorn6KI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ytb9gpC4nAI/s72-c/20080823_1105web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-115272084623218369</id><published>2008-10-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:40:13.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love these girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoHcG2EPI/AAAAAAAAFKg/eqxCBFjagZY/s1600-h/20080818_0343weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257996673224151282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoHcG2EPI/AAAAAAAAFKg/eqxCBFjagZY/s400/20080818_0343weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being back home in So. Cal means hooking up with people that I love. On my left is my adopted sister Leslie. WE first met in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, she was baptized into the church of Jesus Christ of Latter day saints our junior year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, she served a mission in Canada, my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; set her up with the man she not long after married in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt; temple. One of the best days of my life was being there for her marriage. I was her escort in the temple, which is usually what a mom or sister does. I was there to help her get dressed etc. In the sealing room I sat where the mother of the bride would sit, and acted as her family. I felt all the feelings that a mom would feel. I bawled like a baby. I was so proud of her. Of the choices she made in her life to be where she was that day, in the temple and being sealed for all eternity to an awesome righteous dude. smile. My whole family claims her as their own. I love her so much. She now has 4 handsome boys (the one below is her 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;). They are all equally scrumptious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257996689752393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoIZrfCEI/AAAAAAAAFKw/IG5_IBXkM-4/s400/20080818_0318weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And to my right is the lovely Ms. Lynnelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pyper&lt;/span&gt; Harmer. She is my cousin, and one of my favorite people to be around. She is so positive, intelligent, but best of all FUN! ha. She also was one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; (hence her knowing Leslie). I feel like in college I really helped her to see the way to go in life, to be strong and faithful. Now, I visit her and I feel that the tables are turned. She is such a powerhouse. She is an incredible mom and truly leads the way for those around her. She has a gift to talk to anyone, and make them feel good about themselves. She is completely devoted to the gospel. Right now she is seriously campaigning for prop 8 in CA, which is similar to our prop 102. She has a sign in her yard and a sticker on her car. She takes pamphlets with her to the park and passes them out to the other moms. She tells her neighbors. IF you aren't familiar with 8, and 102... they concern the definition of marriage being between one woman and one man. Our church never tells us which political party we should join or who we should vote for, but the issue of marriage and on abortion they have come out on and asked us to fight. Lynnelle was asked at stake conference to come up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt; to bear her testimony. She told me that she talked about this issue because members in so. cal are having problems with it. She said that she talked about how yes, we might offend. It has come to that point, but we have to stand for right. That this is becoming our "title of liberty" which is a phrase that references a prophet from the Book of Mormon who when the majority of the people were choosing wickedness and wanted to kill all the people who believed in Christ, he made a flag, a "title of liberty" that read "in memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." He than donned his armor and knelt in prayer and asked God that the cause of the Christians would be favored, and there would be freedom in the land. After doing this he took this flag and went among the people saying "whosoever will maintain this title upon the land, let them come forth in the strength of the Lord, and enter into a covenant that they will maintain their rights, and their religion, that the Lord God may bless them." I thought this was a great example. It is true. I really feel that the time has come for us to put on our armor, to kneel in prayer to God to seek his help and guidance and than to go to work. If we are ashamed of Christ and his cause, He will be ashamed us and acknowledge that he doesn't know us at the last day (as the scriptures so straightforwardly explain). If we are forced to acknowledge same sex relationships as the definition of marriage and are than forced to perform such marriages (which would be an infringement on the freedom of religion) that would be a serious problem, because the church wouldn't do it.  Also, it would be taught in school as what is considered marriage. Now don't get me wrong. People can choose their lifestyle all they want and I am not opposed to their getting benefits etc. I feel no ill will towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; personal decisions, but the foundation of the family needs to be preserved. I also felt so sick when Obama was saying last night in the debate that he is for late term abortion. That is so obviously wrong. To me there is no difference in birthing the baby and than killing it. These are children that are developed enough to live outside the womb. That is frightening to me that it is said so casually. Like it is our right to take life! As women we are given this incredible gift to give life in which we are partners with God. It is a sacred gift to procreate. Women who choose to use that gift unwisely, have already made their choice. All this to say, stand up and fight for what is right and don't be afraid to offend. We are so beyond that. I am just so stoked to have friends that are so strong and such examples to me of all that is right and good. How cool to get together to talk and laugh and see our children do the same. Makes me very happy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoH__gx6I/AAAAAAAAFKo/uy6HVqUOQnE/s1600-h/20080818_0345weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257996682857072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoH__gx6I/AAAAAAAAFKo/uy6HVqUOQnE/s400/20080818_0345weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257996696124023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoIxamZJI/AAAAAAAAFLA/P9HThkSDKgQ/s400/20080818_0272weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoIoCkgAI/AAAAAAAAFK4/GMoTBmud4-k/s1600-h/20080818_0274weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257996693607317506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoIoCkgAI/AAAAAAAAFK4/GMoTBmud4-k/s400/20080818_0274weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So let me explain this next set of pictures. Lynnelle has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt;, and loves sports. She has broken her nose three times in fact playing sports. She wanted to take Jacob out on the court and prove that she still had it. I am afraid that is went quite poorly for her. Jacob totally schooled her. She kept saying after each basket he made, "I just need shoes and a bigger court." ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBHXkYcI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/pcssZhMEwU4/s1600-h/20080818_0378weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257995465066308034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBHXkYcI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/pcssZhMEwU4/s400/20080818_0378weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBRrrx9I/AAAAAAAAFKA/zBJrAJbkeEk/s1600-h/20080818_0367weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257995467835033554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBRrrx9I/AAAAAAAAFKA/zBJrAJbkeEk/s400/20080818_0367weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257994385211304418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgmCQmEqeI/AAAAAAAAFJo/9QUtQOu8sv8/s400/20080818_0380weba+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBcjfjUI/AAAAAAAAFKI/ae8pI7TFZ5k/s1600-h/20080818_0359weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257995470753467714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnBcjfjUI/AAAAAAAAFKI/ae8pI7TFZ5k/s400/20080818_0359weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgmCiXZKnI/AAAAAAAAFJw/PsYJbblPSUE/s1600-h/20080818_0379weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257994389981571698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgmCiXZKnI/AAAAAAAAFJw/PsYJbblPSUE/s400/20080818_0379weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, after this humiliation she made Jacob come and arm wrestle her. I must say, she is really hard to beat. This girl is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257993601060325954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPglUnZ6SkI/AAAAAAAAFJI/nTs1S5Pr-Oo/s400/20080818_0387weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPglUZUoKWI/AAAAAAAAFI4/LnCxfXuraNM/s1600-h/20080818_0389weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPglUcOmiuI/AAAAAAAAFJA/f1VKV0IZho0/s1600-h/20080818_0389weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257994384191162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgmCMy2iNI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/HSJrZnNO6As/s400/20080818_0390weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257993589716371170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPglT9JTRuI/AAAAAAAAFIw/3W5aj_90Iw8/s400/20080818_0391weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnelle always keeps us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992914954948226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgksrdpDoI/AAAAAAAAFIo/sY6x8LJRNFw/s400/20080818_0393weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgksfcn8YI/AAAAAAAAFIY/ON3eZoaVlvs/s1600-h/20080818_0396weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992911729455490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgksfcn8YI/AAAAAAAAFIY/ON3eZoaVlvs/s400/20080818_0396weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these sweet yummy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkshnLuQI/AAAAAAAAFIg/wthqOjDpGO8/s1600-h/20080818_0403weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992912310614274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkshnLuQI/AAAAAAAAFIg/wthqOjDpGO8/s400/20080818_0403weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992314517733634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkJuqQQQI/AAAAAAAAFIA/b7rz4ONNmrc/s400/20080818_0408weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dave and I fell so in love with Lynnelle and Johnny's youngest daughter Piper. She was the sweetest little love. We really wanted to bring her home with us. Doesn't she look like one of ours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992903288861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgksAAOtDI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/egetcBk83HM/s400/20080818_0334weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lynnelle said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkI02zRiI/AAAAAAAAFHg/ln10nEIB3Ik/s1600-h/20080819_0234weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992299001103906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkI02zRiI/AAAAAAAAFHg/ln10nEIB3Ik/s400/20080819_0234weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992307991642450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkJWWUAVI/AAAAAAAAFHw/TXxvxmBnfL0/s400/20080819_0235weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992901934706898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkr69X8NI/AAAAAAAAFII/UnL-RUbF9tE/s400/20080819_0236weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Rachel took these pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lynnelle&lt;/span&gt; in her kitchen in the morning. Always the poser. IT runs in my family. ha. We stayed a couple of nights with Lynnelle and she spoiled us rotten. She seriously spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time in her kitchen with all of us at the bar just making us more and more yummy food. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nellie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkJFElc3I/AAAAAAAAFHo/z8qmuzBqP08/s1600-h/20080819_0206weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257992303353885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgkJFElc3I/AAAAAAAAFHo/z8qmuzBqP08/s400/20080819_0206weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The real crazy me comes out around these ladies. I have a little too much fun. My kids are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarassed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so not really, they are used to it. ha ha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257995479156187378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgnB7224PI/AAAAAAAAFKY/4NCrAKjJy1A/s400/20080818_0346weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back. There are so many other friends I didn't get to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-115272084623218369?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/115272084623218369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=115272084623218369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/115272084623218369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/115272084623218369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-these-girls.html' title='i love these girls.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SPgoHcG2EPI/AAAAAAAAFKg/eqxCBFjagZY/s72-c/20080818_0343weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5356017919601416157</id><published>2008-10-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:28:06.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080820_0189aaablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f78/heatherives/20080820_0189aaablog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5356017919601416157?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5356017919601416157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5356017919601416157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5356017919601416157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5356017919601416157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-fun_15.html' title='crazy fun!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2909537535198508949</id><published>2008-10-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:34:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640008065395378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7Pz9LKrI/AAAAAAAAFGo/cEHoKod-3Ig/s400/20080622_6008weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a month back I took pictures for our the kids water olympics at church.  I was kind of dragging my feet about it (ug, more editing than necessary).  But than I get there and I am in heaven.  I forget how much I love children.  Their happiness in the simple joys of life are contagious.  I love their shiny happy faces and how their eyes light up with joy.  So, I thought I would share some of the pictures from the day.  Hopefully it makes your heart lighter today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640001636187122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7PcAVO_I/AAAAAAAAFGg/DsiSqlDWNL0/s400/20080622_6007weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639417517117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tb_fjxI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/TJA5Kknl6dc/s400/20080622_6112weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7e9-IsdI/AAAAAAAAFHI/KGn5Swx8OCw/s1600-h/20080622_6021weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640268451819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7e9-IsdI/AAAAAAAAFHI/KGn5Swx8OCw/s400/20080622_6021weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7ey7vVTI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Wsj9DcLvb_M/s1600-h/20080622_6022weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640265488979250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7ey7vVTI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Wsj9DcLvb_M/s400/20080622_6022weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640008724273234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7P2aQ2FI/AAAAAAAAFG4/UXi3SesedeI/s400/20080622_6019weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7P0uodjI/AAAAAAAAFGw/8lE5h654CUw/s1600-h/20080622_6032weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640008272836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7P0uodjI/AAAAAAAAFGw/8lE5h654CUw/s400/20080622_6032weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7QOLe-rI/AAAAAAAAFHA/jSnXhJ12rok/s1600-h/20080622_6045weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254640015104735922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7QOLe-rI/AAAAAAAAFHA/jSnXhJ12rok/s400/20080622_6045weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tB7PNMI/AAAAAAAAFF4/e1W0Y9m2vRU/s1600-h/20080622_6100weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639410519946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tB7PNMI/AAAAAAAAFF4/e1W0Y9m2vRU/s400/20080622_6100weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tG-jJFI/AAAAAAAAFGA/OTMywxCyQ5c/s1600-h/20080622_6119weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639411876013138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tG-jJFI/AAAAAAAAFGA/OTMywxCyQ5c/s400/20080622_6119weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VICTORY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tY6el1I/AAAAAAAAFGI/1QMvo29D3R4/s1600-h/20080622_6103weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639416690775890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tY6el1I/AAAAAAAAFGI/1QMvo29D3R4/s400/20080622_6103weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tTkjpEI/AAAAAAAAFGY/LiSdk4KU6vk/s1600-h/20080622_6053weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254639415256654914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6tTkjpEI/AAAAAAAAFGY/LiSdk4KU6vk/s400/20080622_6053weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6Ip2OR9I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8N4D4FG8qbw/s1600-h/20080622_6145weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638785581172690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6Ip2OR9I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8N4D4FG8qbw/s400/20080622_6145weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6IyCzUKI/AAAAAAAAFFY/pt8K8_mXmXs/s1600-h/20080622_6117weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638787781415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6IyCzUKI/AAAAAAAAFFY/pt8K8_mXmXs/s400/20080622_6117weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6I_piOUI/AAAAAAAAFFg/Ycj95vgyXTg/s1600-h/20080622_6135weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638791433533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6I_piOUI/AAAAAAAAFFg/Ycj95vgyXTg/s400/20080622_6135weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6I6NmQDI/AAAAAAAAFFo/uAfmKrpsC9Q/s1600-h/20080622_6139weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638789974179890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6I6NmQDI/AAAAAAAAFFo/uAfmKrpsC9Q/s400/20080622_6139weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are the much coveted gold medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6JMaL6rI/AAAAAAAAFFw/JewAW19nfTk/s1600-h/20080622_6143weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638794858818226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw6JMaL6rI/AAAAAAAAFFw/JewAW19nfTk/s400/20080622_6143weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this line-up of the greatest people on earth.  Kids of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638284539485634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rfUk3cI/AAAAAAAAFFI/EtAAHNdfgNs/s400/20080622_6147weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254637434212434642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw45_mzwtI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ZJLoaMt5W-w/s400/20080622_61332weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rMRbRaI/AAAAAAAAFEw/IeQjv0N615A/s1600-h/20080622_6096weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638279426000290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rMRbRaI/AAAAAAAAFEw/IeQjv0N615A/s400/20080622_6096weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rHKmzSI/AAAAAAAAFE4/0Glona8cHho/s1600-h/20080622_6127weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638278055218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rHKmzSI/AAAAAAAAFE4/0Glona8cHho/s400/20080622_6127weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rJVORtI/AAAAAAAAFFA/fh-dUC2GISI/s1600-h/20080622_6149weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638278636619474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5rJVORtI/AAAAAAAAFFA/fh-dUC2GISI/s400/20080622_6149weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254638273776319890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw5q3Ob_ZI/AAAAAAAAFEo/1-JMB9-8aGU/s400/20080622_6152weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My own dear Lazy Lizard(Lizzie) being awarded highest honors for her abilities. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw4526AJGI/AAAAAAAAFEA/Vyk61QLWKLc/s1600-h/20080622_6157weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254637431877018722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw4526AJGI/AAAAAAAAFEA/Vyk61QLWKLc/s400/20080622_6157weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; expectant, this is serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw45wbIInI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/hm0XzL5H1Bc/s1600-h/20080622_6151weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254637430136906354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw45wbIInI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/hm0XzL5H1Bc/s400/20080622_6151weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so proud!  Do we feel so proud about the seemingly simple things that we accomplish every day.  Does your face look like this after you do a load of laundry.  If it doesn't, I will run on over with a gold medal to put around your neck!  You deserve it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw46K1F4lI/AAAAAAAAFEY/SFqfijRFaWg/s1600-h/20080622_6159weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254637437225132626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw46K1F4lI/AAAAAAAAFEY/SFqfijRFaWg/s400/20080622_6159weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what boys do, compare their trophies. ha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw46LpxUjI/AAAAAAAAFEg/7IMkphYnqvg/s1600-h/20080622_6156weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254637437446083122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw46LpxUjI/AAAAAAAAFEg/7IMkphYnqvg/s400/20080622_6156weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy WEdnesday!  I won't be posting for a week.  We're off to the magic kingdom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2909537535198508949?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2909537535198508949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2909537535198508949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2909537535198508949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2909537535198508949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/water-olympics.html' title='water olympics'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOw7Pz9LKrI/AAAAAAAAFGo/cEHoKod-3Ig/s72-c/20080622_6008weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4211354780924569159</id><published>2008-10-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:09:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seminary rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOws2UeszWI/AAAAAAAAFD4/RYlUZUKIXoc/s1600-h/20080620_6177weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254624176956558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOws2UeszWI/AAAAAAAAFD4/RYlUZUKIXoc/s400/20080620_6177weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob started seminary this year, and this became a common scene above...curled up on the couch cozy reading the scriptures (they are studying the New Testament this year.) Jacob really loves seminary.  He really feels the spirit every day when they study the scriptures.  The spirit has motivated him to want to learn more and more.  Every fast Sunday we have our own family testimony meeting before we eat dinner. It is so awesome to hear a 14 year old boy who has such a strong and pure testimony. In his testimony he said how he knows that the seminary program was inspired by God. He appreciates his teacher so much. Jacob loves a good teacher ( I am like that too). He also always comments in his testimony that he knows that what his teachers at church teach are true and if he can follow what they teach he will be happy and live with Heavenly Father again. Jacob is 14, the same age that Joseph Smith was when he really wanted to know the truth about God and which church to join. I see that same kind of strength in Jacob. One that seeks truth and will follow it when he finds it. So keep up the good work Brother Nielsen. You are making a huge difference in this 14 year old boy's life. His isn't even complaining about waking up at 5a.m. (Seminary starts at 5:45a.m, and they take the bus to school from there). What an awesome way to start the day before going to school. I am so proud of these kids who have the discipline to go. You Rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4211354780924569159?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4211354780924569159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4211354780924569159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4211354780924569159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4211354780924569159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/seminary-rocks.html' title='seminary rocks!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOws2UeszWI/AAAAAAAAFD4/RYlUZUKIXoc/s72-c/20080620_6177weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1252327636012634081</id><published>2008-10-06T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:42:28.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new photo shoot up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOsEqxiifWI/AAAAAAAAFDw/lvH1ah6F1hg/s1600-h/20080712_7361weba+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254298523157036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOsEqxiifWI/AAAAAAAAFDw/lvH1ah6F1hg/s400/20080712_7361weba+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;br /&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/27352860-1252327636012634081?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1252327636012634081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1252327636012634081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1252327636012634081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1252327636012634081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-photo-shoot-up.html' title='new photo shoot up'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOsEqxiifWI/AAAAAAAAFDw/lvH1ah6F1hg/s72-c/20080712_7361weba+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3669826482086711219</id><published>2008-10-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:04:01.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOWnCMSjH8I/AAAAAAAAFAo/SCKw0i0S3HQ/s1600-h/20080516_3281weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252788196498153410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOWnCMSjH8I/AAAAAAAAFAo/SCKw0i0S3HQ/s400/20080516_3281weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All went well today. They went back in and everything looked good. No more work needed to be done. He gets to come home tomorrow morning! Yeah! I can't wait to get him home and all clean. He hasn't been able to bathe and he went straight from playing football to the hospital. So you can imagine. But believe me, he wasn't the stinkiest thing in the ICU. It was brutal, but I won't go into that. Back to DAve. You could see the relief on his face tonight. He said last night was one of the worst in his life. He was sick all night with a migraine that morphine didn't even help. It finally went away after his procedure at 4pm. Gee, do you think it was from stress? So we snuggled up on his bed and watched the debate. I enjoyed it. I thought they both did a good job, but my views are definitely more in line with the Republicans. Than, off I went to get the kids. Thank you to all of my dear friends who have helped our family. This past sunday I noticed at church that so many commented about how amazing the people in our ward are. How loving and giving they are, and have been when they have needed help. I was agreeing with all of them in my mind. This led me to think about the people in all of the places we have lived and the many different congregations we have been in. I realized that everywhere we have lived the people were all incredible and amazing too. Than it hit me the reason why. They all have something in common and that is they have chosen to follow Jesus Christ. To make him a part of their life. To try to be like him. They have all covenanted with our Heavenly Father to keep his commandments, to love and serve others, and in return they are given so much. The best thing being the gift of the Holy Ghost. When you live to have the Holy Ghost as a constant companion you really stand out in a crowd. I think you shine! I think you radiate peace, confidence in God (faith), and joy. What could be better than to be surrounded with people like that?! And guess what? Wherever we go, we are instantly surrounded by a community of people that love Jesus Christ and show their love for him by loving and serving others. We were the beneficiary of this love in large abundance this week. I came home last night to a friend doing my dishes, and the best homemade bread and jam. Tonight I picked up my kids from four different families who loved and cared for them. I came home with a box full of perfectly ripe peaches (which I think I will make homemade peach ice- cream for dave with) and a meal in my fridge (who did that? and how did you get in my house? ha ha). Plus, so many more people offering to do anything to help. So much support and love. Thank you thank you. It is a joyful experience to be served by others as well as to serve. So if you are feeling sad or down.... either do something for someone else or let someone help you! Either way your heart will swell with gratitude and love. and that is a very good thing. Well, off to bed. It is killing me to have to get up at five a.m. to get Jacob up for seminary and take him. Another reason to be thankful that Dave will be home soon. I will gladly pass that duty back to him. smile. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3669826482086711219?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3669826482086711219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3669826482086711219' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3669826482086711219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3669826482086711219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-happy.html' title='so happy!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOWnCMSjH8I/AAAAAAAAFAo/SCKw0i0S3HQ/s72-c/20080516_3281weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5753998533717166058</id><published>2008-10-01T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:37:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOQlhVLI6kI/AAAAAAAAFAg/U074GYmmQfE/s1600-h/20080517_4143weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252364319970617922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOQlhVLI6kI/AAAAAAAAFAg/U074GYmmQfE/s400/20080517_4143weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this pic was taken right before we were going sand duning and rebecca was a bit scared.  She loved it though.  It was completely awesome.  ORegon coast this summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOQjieN_lZI/AAAAAAAAFAY/Xy1ocJhHNOc/s1600-h/20080421_3160weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things are going very well. DAve is still in the hospital but comfortable. They are going to go back in tomorrow and see if there is any damage that they can repair. It doesn't look like he has any heart damage because they were so quick at getting the blood clot cleared. It was in the same spot as last time where the stints are. Wierd. So he will be in until Friday at Dell Webb hospital. WE are all holding up wonderfully. Jacob went with me to the hospital today, he was happy about that. This afternoon he watched an old comfort movie, pinnochio. ha. I am off to the hospital again to bring dave his requested yohoo drink (which is only carried at one walmart) and a dollar double cheeseburger from mcdonalds. and no, what he eats doesn't contribute to his condition. If it did we would really be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5753998533717166058?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5753998533717166058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5753998533717166058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5753998533717166058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5753998533717166058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOQlhVLI6kI/AAAAAAAAFAg/U074GYmmQfE/s72-c/20080517_4143weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7203482494656846792</id><published>2008-10-01T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:30:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love our dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224553758837218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmZ3dhSeI/AAAAAAAAFAI/UqhK5OdeQk4/s400/sept+08+(69+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Where do I begin. First, an explanation. My computer was down a week, and Dave was out of town. Enough said. He was in Ohio for an MRI conference. WE HATE IT WHEN HE IS GONE. Life is just not the same without him. He just takes such good care of us all. I alone spaced two, yes two, traffic school appointments. How does that happen? Dave is so our Rock. WE just don't want to live one day, or one second without him. So this is the scene ( up above) as he walked in the door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LEah&lt;/span&gt; and Lizzie got the lower extremities and Rachel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; claimed the top half. ha. I held back, knowing I would get all I wanted later. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224554032687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmZ4ez6JI/AAAAAAAAFAA/y_aEn1s44q4/s400/sept+08+(75+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had freshly baked cookies waiting for him, and he was escorted into the kitchen for his treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE wasn't allowed to even take a drink without their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224282266857618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmKEEycJI/AAAAAAAAE_w/FzWoSgfWrzY/s400/sept+08+(82+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230590934588450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOr5RsYnCI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/Twjny_n41yY/s400/sept+08+(77+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a beautiful scene this is to me. The most beautiful in the world. This says, all is right in the world. We are safe and happy in our home. All we need is each other. Gratitude and happiness is just radiating from each face, each look. Total contentment. Just yesterday Jacob said to me on the way home from school out of the blue, "I really love Dad." He told me about his frosh focus class that they have to take.  It is  just like meeting with a counselor and they discuss how to handle life basically. Yesterday they had been talking about what makes them angry and how to deal with it. Jacob couldn't even think of anything that makes him angry. Apparently other kids have problems with their parents and he was saying how he didn't have any problems with his dad. In fact, his dad is his best friend. HE fully realizes how incredibly blessed he is. It helps that he doesn't have a rebellious bone in his body. I pointed that out that if he were disobedient he might have some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmKWPFGII/AAAAAAAAE_4/TQzWGegY8EY/s1600-h/sept+08+(78+of+91)weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224287141861506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmKWPFGII/AAAAAAAAE_4/TQzWGegY8EY/s400/sept+08+(78+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224273309928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmJitSi0I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/U9UW7EtfGoE/s400/sept+08+(86+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rachel is definitely the most needy right now. It is ridiculous. I have posted on this before. ha ha. Look at her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224283918602194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmKKOmD9I/AAAAAAAAE_o/5A2dK4ZWf5o/s400/sept+08+(84+of+91)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224277363164914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmJxzqBvI/AAAAAAAAE_g/10nqlCwRI28/s400/sept+08+(85+of+91)+webacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These little women. What a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;All this week I have been not wanting Dave out of my sight. WE were trying to plan fall break and I really didn't want to go anywhere without him. I reluctantly let him go to work in the morning, he comes home for lunch, and we don't waste a second apart in the evening. I cried myself to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night praying that nothing would happen to Dave. I am so not ready to lose him. I don't want to live one day without him. I was supposed to leave this Thursday for Illinois to do photo shoots out there, but I wasn't wanting to go and miss being with Dave. I kept thinking is this just irrational anxiety, or what? Well, Last night I had all the girls at ballet, and as we drove up to the house there was an ambulance, fire truck and all the neighbors in front of our house. I didn't feel panicked, totally calm. Went in to the mayhem of people and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; hooked up to a million things and the first thing he said was, "I didn't drive myself to the hospital!" I made him promise never to do that again. So, yes Dave had another heart attack. He had blockage in the same spot as last time where the stints were. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; got him in to clear it out, and he is doing well. He will probably have to be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;plavax&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of his life, a blood thinner. So no contact sports and he needs to be more careful. Which is disappointing for him. I am just so grateful that we live only a few minutes from hospitals that do this all the time (we are in a huge retirement area). How thankful I am for the medical care that we have available to us. We are so so so blessed. and Heavenly Father answered my prayers. My heart is full. Now, off to the hospital. More updates later. And yes, we are all fine and doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7203482494656846792?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7203482494656846792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7203482494656846792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7203482494656846792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7203482494656846792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-our-dad.html' title='We love our dad.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SOOmZ3dhSeI/AAAAAAAAFAI/UqhK5OdeQk4/s72-c/sept+08+(69+of+91)weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4565712088818150713</id><published>2008-09-18T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:40:56.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big sighhhhh......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNNIJcl_GMI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/1yEm2zGR2e8/s1600-h/20080716_8014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247617317948299458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNNIJcl_GMI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/1yEm2zGR2e8/s400/20080716_8014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is the first magazine that I ever on a whim bought at the grocery store check out line.  I was just so curious to read their formula for dropping such a large amount of weight so quick.  I haven't found the answer yet because of course, I haven't even taken the time to open up the magazine.  Alot of good that does me, and labor day has long gone.  I'll let you know if I ever actually read it.  ARen't you curious now what it says? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4565712088818150713?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4565712088818150713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4565712088818150713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4565712088818150713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4565712088818150713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-sighhhhh.html' title='big sighhhhh......'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNNIJcl_GMI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/1yEm2zGR2e8/s72-c/20080716_8014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-411855043878666474</id><published>2008-09-17T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:21:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's new look he's been working on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNHtxLmEACI/AAAAAAAAE_I/2YRZds85BB0/s1600-h/20080720_8086weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247236470045147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNHtxLmEACI/AAAAAAAAE_I/2YRZds85BB0/s400/20080720_8086weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob went to his first church dance this past weekend, now that he is 14!  I think I was more excited than him.  I loved going to the church dances back in the day.  I would try to lay out all day so I would be tan that night.  I would get together with my friends to get ready for hours.  You know to decide what to wear, do hair, and make-up just right.  I spent many hours that day just envisioning the possibilities for the night.   You know the dream,  meeting and getting asked to dance by some cute guy that made your heart skip a beat.  After the dance we would all go to Denny's or some place like that and hang out more and talk.  Ahhhhh, those were the days.   I told Jacob that I would go with him, show him some dance moves.  He declined.  He did let me take this hot picture above.  So weird being on the boy side of things.  He got ready in about five minutes,  I asked him if he brushed his teeth as he got in the car (he hadn't) so he had to go back in to do that.  I gave him some mints (because who wants to dance with a boy that has bad breath, gross).  I shouted out instructions as he got back in the car to be respectful to the girls and to not dance really close, and NO KISSING! ha ha.  I just can't believe how old he has gotten all of a sudden.  I almost started crying today when I saw the hair on his toes.  Gross, what happened to my sweet baby boy with his white hair and big blue eyes.  When he was two and I would tuck him in bed after reading a book, he would say to me, "cozy me one time." in the sweetest little voice you have ever heard.  I love this new man child, but I do miss my little boy that I would cozy with on the couch in pajamas watching pooh bear and singing, "foreeeevah, and evah, is a very long time....pooh.  Forevah (the english accent you know) isn't long at all when I have you!"  I can still get Jacob to sing it with me, but it isn't quite the same.  ARen't I a sorry thing.  I know I know, get over it, move on.  I will definitely be one of those blubbering moms when he leaves on his mission.  Time is just going to fast!  Anyway, I am rambling, and I need to go to bed.  And rest assured that Jacob only turned up his collar and wore the glasses for the picture as a joke. ha ha.  And also rest assured Reneer family, lest you think I have fallen off of my high horse about movies, we only watch the edited version of Zoolander which is perfectly clean for family viewing (and so dang hysterical).  EArth to Derek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-411855043878666474?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/411855043878666474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=411855043878666474' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/411855043878666474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/411855043878666474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/jacobs-new-look-hes-been-working-on.html' title='Jacob&apos;s new look he&apos;s been working on...'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNHtxLmEACI/AAAAAAAAE_I/2YRZds85BB0/s72-c/20080720_8086weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8453606046616635491</id><published>2008-09-16T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:37:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrumptious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNClaNmNFCI/AAAAAAAAE_A/zRvw7rT8pV4/s1600-h/20080704_7133webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246875435631711266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNClaNmNFCI/AAAAAAAAE_A/zRvw7rT8pV4/s400/20080704_7133webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come on over and see more of baby emma &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;br /&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/27352860-8453606046616635491?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8453606046616635491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8453606046616635491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8453606046616635491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8453606046616635491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/scrumptious.html' title='scrumptious.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNClaNmNFCI/AAAAAAAAE_A/zRvw7rT8pV4/s72-c/20080704_7133webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7443134015241558839</id><published>2008-09-16T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:52:19.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEah is 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718668774964514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAW1Li9_SI/AAAAAAAAE6o/zmj5b38vAxk/s400/20080722_8016weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you, "is there anything better than this when you are in third grade?" To stand on your chair and have the whole class sing to you, and celebrate you! Especially when your mom (for the first time ever )made homemade cupcakes and brought them in to share with your class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718668280392114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAW1JtDabI/AAAAAAAAE6w/qtwNyntO7vE/s400/20080722_8023weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah was on cloud nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718137180195298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWWPM5ieI/AAAAAAAAE6A/IHB5WH9xsa4/s400/20080720_8055weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see what happiness looks like on Leah's face, check out these pictures. she has been non stop talking and obsessing about her birthday for months. I finally told her Friday, I don't want to hear you mention it again (knowing that the next morning we were surprising her). Saturday bright and early her friends show up at the door bearing gifts. Leah was speechless for the first time in her life. As I brought in all her party decorations and gifts she exclaimed, "I think I'm going to cry!" Which is truly what she does when she is really touched and genuinely feels loved. so sweet. Well, we had a big day planned. 12 hours of non-stop fun. Dave made a fun breakfast for all of them, and then we were off to the mall. Leah wanted a birthday just like her older sisters. They all brought their build a bear, and got to pick out an outfit at build a bear workshop. Then onto Claire's (aka girl heaven). They picked out matching friendship bracelets. We went over to Costco for treats and to get pizza to bring home. Once home it was swimming, watching the new barbie movie Diamond Princess. I really love the barbie movies! I like to watch them too! The first couple of times that is. ha. They got dressed in their jammies and pretended they were having a sleepover. Pillow fights included, and lots of treats. It pretty much was the best day ever for Leah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWV1Q1P_I/AAAAAAAAE5w/uC5tcIBlVRY/s1600-h/20080720_8027.webajpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718130217369586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWV1Q1P_I/AAAAAAAAE5w/uC5tcIBlVRY/s400/20080720_8027.webajpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her friend Paige is in the background. My favorite quote from her during the party was hearing her tell the others that the next time she saw a guy smoking she was going to say, "don't monkey around with drugs, yo!" attitude included.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718137917047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWWR8lBJI/AAAAAAAAE6I/2ZVXO_u9pPI/s400/20080720_8038weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leah's favorite, very cozy shirts. Everything we buy her pretty much has to feel like pajamas or she won't wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWWDEqCYI/AAAAAAAAE54/x6fjHZ_p0_U/s1600-h/20080720_8034weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718133924399490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWWDEqCYI/AAAAAAAAE54/x6fjHZ_p0_U/s400/20080720_8034weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, I also love camp rock!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718660668019714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAW0tWH1AI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/E32Vf3z4k9U/s400/20080720_8071weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leah was obsessed with these fake nails that Devon gave her. Her wish when she blew out the candles was to have more fake nails. Not world peace, just some fake nails. Oh to be young and not have big worries or needs. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718141953768210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAWWg_AexI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/rwJlT6GfhJg/s400/20080720_8069weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718661983131426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAW0yPq1yI/AAAAAAAAE6g/fkvyClXOnfo/s400/20080720_8076weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My favorite from Devon was her telling everyone how she eavesdrops on her parents. Dave asked her what they talk about (pumping her for good info to tease her dad with). She said, love stuff. We tried to get more details, but you know, she is only eight. shame on us, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the least I was exhausted trying to live up to all of Leah's expectations for her birthday. It was so very important to her. Luckily Lizzie is totally easy going. Her birthday is in 10 days. She isn't concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7443134015241558839?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7443134015241558839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7443134015241558839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7443134015241558839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7443134015241558839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/leah-is-8.html' title='LEah is 8!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SNAW1Li9_SI/AAAAAAAAE6o/zmj5b38vAxk/s72-c/20080722_8016weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3407221179890410822</id><published>2008-09-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:06:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameroon temple trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SM1SZqrarXI/AAAAAAAAE5o/O53bE8v8N1k/s1600-h/cameroon+saints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939741863095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SM1SZqrarXI/AAAAAAAAE5o/O53bE8v8N1k/s400/cameroon+saints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you feel it is too hard to get to the temple, read this. Actually read it anyone. It will move you to tears for the beautiful poeple of faith in Cameroon. I love the African people. You will not find a warmer, more loving and giving people. They are such a faithful people, and have the spirit so strong. See what I mean click &lt;a href="http://www.bsmarkham.com/mission/Africa/Aug%2005/aba.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope that someday that missionary couple is Dave and I.  Thanks Veronica Luna for sharing it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3407221179890410822?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3407221179890410822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3407221179890410822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3407221179890410822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3407221179890410822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/cameroon-temple-trip.html' title='Cameroon temple trip.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SM1SZqrarXI/AAAAAAAAE5o/O53bE8v8N1k/s72-c/cameroon+saints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4016660130066795850</id><published>2008-09-12T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:23:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calling Jenny thinnes</title><content type='html'>Jenny, somehow I lost your email address.  I was just thinking about you guys the other day as I drove by your old sad and empty house.  I miss just stopping by whenever and saying hello.  I miss your sunshiny face and smile.  I miss your energy for life.  I miss playing tennis.  I miss your sweet girls.  thanks for commenting.  I didn't know that you ever looked at my blog. and thanks for the other blog to look at &lt;a href="http://soulcrosstraining.blogspot.com/"&gt;soulcrosstraining.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I enjoyed it.  My email is &lt;a href="mailto:heatherives@yahoo.com"&gt;heatherives@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Send me some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4016660130066795850?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4016660130066795850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4016660130066795850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4016660130066795850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4016660130066795850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/calling-jenny-thinnes.html' title='calling Jenny thinnes'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4285852217834490276</id><published>2008-09-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:50:19.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I be</title><content type='html'>this song is so cool! I love it. Thanks for sharing it with me Jerrica!&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD_ibxy270Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD_ibxy270Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;ok after you watch this one, scroll over to "sunday morning."  That is just the kind of voice I like.  ooohh-weee.  If you want more fun scroll over to good bye from the tongans to Adam ashby.  That is the white dude in the middle of the how can I be song.  He left on his mission, and this was the tongans goodbye to him at the airport.  Sometimes I think I was born into the wrong culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4285852217834490276?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4285852217834490276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4285852217834490276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4285852217834490276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4285852217834490276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-can-i-be.html' title='How Can I be'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4999156239055030092</id><published>2008-09-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:34:32.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMiPlsOT0LI/AAAAAAAAE5g/jRs4gnNgPnQ/s1600-h/20080704_6993webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244599643762053298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMiPlsOT0LI/AAAAAAAAE5g/jRs4gnNgPnQ/s400/20080704_6993webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy, I am working on sweet emma's pictures!  I just loved this blanket that emma's grandma made for her.  How awesome to have this from your grandma as an heirloom.  Her 42nd grandchild.  Amazing.  Babies make me happy.  you know what else makes me happy?  I got my computer fixed today!!!!!!  You no longer will have to hear me complaining about it!  It is so fast now.  hallelujah!  Since my computer was down today (before it was fixed) I actually scrapbooked a couple of pages.  Another miracle!  and Melanie, Dave and I tried out that new french restaraunt on Bell.  oooh-la-la.  We will be going there often.  The homemade desserts alone.  We had blueberry bread pudding, delish.  My quiche was to die for as well.  They just are starting to stay open later for dinner.  I am very excited.  Who wants to meet up and go?  If we got a good sized group we would be the whole place, it is tiny.  Girls for lunch?  or couples for dinner?  yes to both for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4999156239055030092?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4999156239055030092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4999156239055030092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4999156239055030092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4999156239055030092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/emma.html' title='emma'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMiPlsOT0LI/AAAAAAAAE5g/jRs4gnNgPnQ/s72-c/20080704_6993webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3395879104216528865</id><published>2008-09-09T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:33:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is really happening with me.  part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272872631947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdmZG5xz3I/AAAAAAAAE4w/cMB1saTzIBs/s400/20080714_7638weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So here is the story. Guess what? I am back to my crazy self now that I am not Relief Society President. It is so humbling. I mean, I know that you are totally blessed to do what the Lord asks you to, and your abilities and talents are magnified.... but it just starts to seem like the real me after awhile. Than, I am released, and there goes my ability to calmly handle every situation. etc. etc. etc. I thought that now that I was released I would get so so much done (remember my enhanced abilities? It is like I had super powers. ha ha). Well, it didn't really work out that way. I actually have to work alot harder to get it all together now. Who knew? I guess, I did, but didn't want to admit it. It was exactly like this when I came home from my mission (where I also experienced super human powers). I didn't know who this awkward, disorganized, selfish new person was when I first got home. What happened to Sorella Reneer (that is Sister Reneer for all you non Italian speakers. smile)? I am feeling similar feelings now. I put my foot in my mouth more. I have more anxiety (gee, I really missed that. ugh). I have been extra irritable lately (not my normal loving and perfect self. ha ha). So reality sets in. I am going to have to work way harder now to have the spirit with me. In a way it doesn't seem fair. Why wouldn't Heavenly Father want me to always have that extra boost? Well, here is the truth. Where much is given much is required. And more was definitely required of me as a Relief Society President. It was a calling that I never thought I would be capable of doing. I did need alot of extra help to do what Heavenly Father needed me to do. What a blessing it was. What a gift to feel his love so strongly for my dear sisters and friends in my ward. I loved every minute. I am so thankful for such a wonderful learning experience. Now I am on to new super powers. The kind that I need as the nursery leader! What a happy spot it is for me. I am so content in my little corner of the vineyard to work in (it can get pretty rowdy and stinky from poopy diapers though sometimes. ha). Children are so my kind of people. Totally loving and accepting no matter what. Those are my favorite kind of people. They always forgive me readily and give more Love!!!! They just have so much love to give. These special little ones are definitely filling my bucket. So here are some pictures of my new peeps. They may be small in size, but they are huge in spirit!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272224171948370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdlzXM3eVI/AAAAAAAAE4A/wRcipadNK_M/s400/20080714_7616weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You can see it instantly!! ha ha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272229602112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdlzrbhMiI/AAAAAAAAE4I/KJpGCghcPWQ/s400/20080714_7618weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272875615287266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdmZSBD9-I/AAAAAAAAE5A/wINwQlPNMw0/s400/20080714_7649weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love her tongue sticking out of her mouth. so cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272229512404466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdlzrGIXfI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/u1c_NSn5VXk/s400/20080714_7625weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272232753635986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdlz3K5opI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/iCL9l9qWrIM/s400/20080714_7628weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274724775220322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdoE6rJVGI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/2Yxe53pKKiY/s400/20080714_7626weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love when they all line up at the door like this to check out what is going on in the hall.  I told you they are just like me.  I love to talk with people as they go by.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272238524488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdl0Mqx2nI/AAAAAAAAE4g/E_p8aoHajDA/s400/20080714_7633weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274723975848194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdoE3sj4QI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/s4XRkTXoN8M/s400/20080714_7634weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what a good helper this little guy is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272874257385250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdmZM9UByI/AAAAAAAAE4o/LUpBQcFrbdI/s400/20080714_7637weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272881394980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdmZnjDF3I/AAAAAAAAE5I/nE7SwZKuI9k/s400/20080714_7640weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3395879104216528865?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3395879104216528865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3395879104216528865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3395879104216528865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3395879104216528865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-really-happening-with-me-part.html' title='what is really happening with me.  part one.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdmZG5xz3I/AAAAAAAAE4w/cMB1saTzIBs/s72-c/20080714_7638weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6492244998719184837</id><published>2008-09-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:17:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdVZInSNfI/AAAAAAAAE3g/B3slibzbdgQ/s1600-h/20080622_6354webaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244254181393577458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdVZInSNfI/AAAAAAAAE3g/B3slibzbdgQ/s400/20080622_6354webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...over at the photography blog. I do plan on going down to just one blog soon. Again, soon for me can be a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244257443980258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdYXCskLhI/AAAAAAAAE3w/d5ZbUSh6y9Y/s400/DSC_0247webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6492244998719184837?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6492244998719184837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6492244998719184837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6492244998719184837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6492244998719184837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-pics.html' title='new pics...'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMdVZInSNfI/AAAAAAAAE3g/B3slibzbdgQ/s72-c/20080622_6354webaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8218712900795557359</id><published>2008-09-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:28:28.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maegen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMIwpbF7abI/AAAAAAAAEwY/wRu0w7prA24/s1600-h/20080712_7538weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242806404418070962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMIwpbF7abI/AAAAAAAAEwY/wRu0w7prA24/s400/20080712_7538weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shot from tonight's photo shoot.  Maegen you are gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-8218712900795557359?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8218712900795557359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8218712900795557359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8218712900795557359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8218712900795557359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/maegen.html' title='maegen'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SMIwpbF7abI/AAAAAAAAEwY/wRu0w7prA24/s72-c/20080712_7538weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-39603490749707276</id><published>2008-09-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:37:13.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why my glasses are always missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242049993305344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL-AsgHNyqI/AAAAAAAAEwI/mqu33tINZlw/s400/20080622_5986weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL-AsrwUvUI/AAAAAAAAEwA/S0h5aW9KoWk/s1600-h/20080620_6203weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242049996430556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL-AsrwUvUI/AAAAAAAAEwA/S0h5aW9KoWk/s400/20080620_6203weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I own probably 20 pairs of glasses and I can never find any of them and they are always getting broken. Gee, I wonder why. I think the pictures above are explanation enough! ha.  I am embarassed to say that Leah is doing a certain pose from a movie.  Can you guess?  C'mon nicole don't let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-39603490749707276?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/39603490749707276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=39603490749707276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/39603490749707276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/39603490749707276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-my-glasses-are-always-missing.html' title='why my glasses are always missing.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL-AsgHNyqI/AAAAAAAAEwI/mqu33tINZlw/s72-c/20080622_5986weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3793659890635302007</id><published>2008-09-03T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:25:38.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL8AeR7bQpI/AAAAAAAAEv4/tfGuJXUlOBI/s1600-h/20080622_6265webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241909011491275410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL8AeR7bQpI/AAAAAAAAEv4/tfGuJXUlOBI/s400/20080622_6265webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to stop editing to share this photo. It just put the biggest smile on my face. I thought I would share. Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3793659890635302007?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3793659890635302007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3793659890635302007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3793659890635302007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3793659890635302007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/makes-me-smile.html' title='Makes Me Smile!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL8AeR7bQpI/AAAAAAAAEv4/tfGuJXUlOBI/s72-c/20080622_6265webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7611049911725367620</id><published>2008-09-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:45:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4jIfn9bMI/AAAAAAAAEvg/VciFjCGPbI0/s1600-h/20080708_7189webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665645140864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4jIfn9bMI/AAAAAAAAEvg/VciFjCGPbI0/s400/20080708_7189webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Rachel doing the "target" pose. The three younger girls started weeks ago, but J &amp;amp; R are going to a Prep School for 7-12th grades that is just opening this year. They had to wait until the school was finished being built. They were nervous this morning on the car ride over so they had to call uncle grant so he could say some of their favorite silly voices that he does to get them laughing. Thanks Grant! now please shave your gross mustache. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665650429631234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4jIzU5mwI/AAAAAAAAEvw/2myPHb81zM8/s400/20080708_7186weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661817028127410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4fpqywqrI/AAAAAAAAEvY/IAjZyqXiiY0/s400/20080708_7187weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661807687458338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4fpH_xXiI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/0F9n2riE1l4/s400/20080708_7190weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661805373073698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4fo_X-qSI/AAAAAAAAEvI/SwRRX1Ccx1E/s400/20080708_7192weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661798132799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4fokZw2WI/AAAAAAAAEvA/mOIVeQzB1MY/s400/20080708_7193weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They look so old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7611049911725367620?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7611049911725367620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7611049911725367620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7611049911725367620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7611049911725367620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-2-school.html' title='Back 2 school.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SL4jIfn9bMI/AAAAAAAAEvg/VciFjCGPbI0/s72-c/20080708_7189webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8951590365261312579</id><published>2008-09-01T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:04:48.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"4 real"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-PD-fSI/AAAAAAAAEuI/o3Gy3dHHbA8/s1600-h/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241311426152135970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-PD-fSI/AAAAAAAAEuI/o3Gy3dHHbA8/s400/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-CraSHI/AAAAAAAAEt4/yvTGfy63g8o/s1600-h/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241311422827874418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-CraSHI/AAAAAAAAEt4/yvTGfy63g8o/s400/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-LvKcNI/AAAAAAAAEuA/fVfLm3VeLzU/s1600-h/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241311425259532498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-LvKcNI/AAAAAAAAEuA/fVfLm3VeLzU/s400/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzgs29ARlI/AAAAAAAAEtw/QKKzsHUGVBE/s1600-h/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241311127622665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzgs29ARlI/AAAAAAAAEtw/QKKzsHUGVBE/s400/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt so sick saturday morning thanks to shawn haught. ha ha. He brought over crispy creme donuts of which I ate &lt;strong&gt;4!&lt;/strong&gt; Crispy Cremes are just &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;reign items in these parts now, I couldn't help myself. I only got &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;hours of sleep that night, well ok and only &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;hours on Thursday night too. I had &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; little girls to entertain all by my tired self while the boys were gone. We had at least &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;functions to attend that day. Of course, I &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;got about one of them (sorry Jaime, I will bring you a baby gift and a yummy treat tomorrow!). &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;tunately, dave got home early from the camp out and took me out &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; a night on the town (you know to places like target and home depot, smile). Natalie we missed running into you and Ryan at Target. Lucky &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; us we ran into the riddles, woods, and gardners to chat with. It was another un&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;gettable weekend full of all of the "&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; real" life experiences that make me happy to be alive and with the ones I love. As I continue to pray &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie and Christian Nielsen &lt;/a&gt;family and ponder their difficult situation, I can't help but pray more fervently that I will not take &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; granted one minute that I have with my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-8951590365261312579?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8951590365261312579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8951590365261312579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8951590365261312579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8951590365261312579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-real.html' title='&quot;4 real&quot;'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLzg-PD-fSI/AAAAAAAAEuI/o3Gy3dHHbA8/s72-c/smallglazes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1908552869681038938</id><published>2008-08-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:59:34.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH i am Done!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240145309418003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8ZTtKHHI/AAAAAAAAEsg/OyTQeQwgFJs/s400/20080614_4944weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9MolZ6hI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/XDnrDcTz2m4/s1600-h/20080614_5299webaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146191195957778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9MolZ6hI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/XDnrDcTz2m4/s400/20080614_5299webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146198339896994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9NDMpxqI/AAAAAAAAEto/Uf074gaN6dQ/s400/20080614_5320webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9M4VZDFI/AAAAAAAAEtg/62ZuyccOyPU/s1600-h/20080614_5410weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146195423759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9M4VZDFI/AAAAAAAAEtg/62ZuyccOyPU/s400/20080614_5410weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just loved his embroidered initials on his cuffs.  So cool.  i always love the details!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146195857115730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9M58tilI/AAAAAAAAEtY/bjTvcMxO4MA/s400/20080614_5412weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240146192191010834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi9MsSpOBI/AAAAAAAAEtI/FYefIekuKio/s400/20080614_5459weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8ZnggzUI/AAAAAAAAEso/4Ap4pZiwFWg/s1600-h/20080614_5239weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240145314733673794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8ZnggzUI/AAAAAAAAEso/4Ap4pZiwFWg/s400/20080614_5239weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8Z4mohsI/AAAAAAAAEsw/7tdwUq7Wk9g/s1600-h/20080614_4900weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240145319322748610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8Z4mohsI/AAAAAAAAEsw/7tdwUq7Wk9g/s400/20080614_4900weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You finally see the grooms face!  Nancy I think he looks like your dear Barry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8abvYcMI/AAAAAAAAEs4/DgVi4Veyqh0/s1600-h/20080613_5534vina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240145328754684098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8abvYcMI/AAAAAAAAEs4/DgVi4Veyqh0/s400/20080613_5534vina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8aYtIKMI/AAAAAAAAEtA/cePkDTbNQjo/s1600-h/20080614_5294weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240145327939922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8aYtIKMI/AAAAAAAAEtA/cePkDTbNQjo/s400/20080614_5294weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this day, I was so in love with being in love.  My anniversary was the next day and I called dave and said that what I wanted for my anniversary was for him to treat me like when we first met.  To be so in love that he couldn't stand not being with me all the time, no matter what I was doing.  For example, after spending all day with dave before we were married.  I had a date with someone else in the evening.  I was running late because I was so enjoying my time with him.  Dave helped me get ready by making me dinner while I showered and got ready.  What a guy! That was my last date with someone else.  We absolutely could not be separated.  Our grades were not the best that semester.  Dave worked for the head of the chemical engineering department doing experiments for him (I was working at blockbuster video ha ha ha.  What can I say opposites attract), and could go to the lab on campus anytime to do his work.  I decided to go with him and study while he worked.  Yah, that lasted like 5 minutes.   I really don't know how I was able to leave him and go on a mission.  So anyway,  Dave gave me the gift I desired.  He hung out by the pool with me all day and we just chilled while the kids served us, bringing us whatever we wanted.  It was awesome.  I even got Dave to do something that you won't believe!  He almost wouldn't because he said I would put it on the blog. ha ha.  So I have been true to my word.  If you can guess it though......... maybe he will let me tell.  So you better comment and take a guess.  So anyway again, I think this whole taking wedding pictures is a good thing for our marriage.  Dave and I have been inseparable ever since.  I just can't get enough of that boy er man I mean.  I finally feel lately that his love for me is starting to reach the same amount of love that I have for him. ha ha.  When we were first married I would always say to him, "Is it wrong to love you so much."  when I seemed to be very demanding of his affections.  It became a joke.  So despite the many many struggles of marriage you young and still single gals out there..... it is so so worth it.  And if you are struggling right now in your marriage, hang in there.  Again it is so so worth it.  Make your marriage your top priority.  Drop all activities that interfere with it being your top priority.  Read books, take classes, go to counseling, make time to serve and love your spouse.  I even ironed a white shirt lately for Dave as a sign of my true love and devotion. ha ha.  I hadn't done that in 10 years, but I wanted to do something out of the ordinary.  Funny that that is the kind of stuff that rekindles the fire, so to speak. ha ha.  Again, Work Work Work.  Marriage can be work, but the most rewarding work ever!  A few good books to read together are first (a beginners handbook) "His needs her needs, how to have an affair proof marriage."  Second, (for the more advanced) "Seven levels of Intimacy" and no it isn't about the "S" word.  But speaking of the "S" word.  A fabulous article that you can look up on LDS.org is and article by Brent Barlow from all the way back in 1987 entitled, "They Twain Shall Be One": Thoughts on intimacy in marriage.  Excellent.  I do have more recommendations if you need them.  Like I said I have already gone through 15 years of this work we call marriage, and I couldn't be happier.  Well, I could if Dave weren't gone tonight at the father and son camp out.  I am greatly cheered by an email I read tonight though.  Sent by my twilight updater friend ms. amie.  Apparently Stephanie meyer has a "lost manuscript" that she doesn't now want to finish. ha ha.  I guess it has been spread around the web.  So not wanting people to break a copyright law she has put up the rough draft 264 pages of the book that she was writing from Edward's point of few.  Called something "sun" I can't remember.  I instantly read the first 35 pages, so I think I will be taking my lap top to bed with me and cozy and read.  goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-1908552869681038938?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1908552869681038938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1908552869681038938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1908552869681038938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1908552869681038938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-i-am-done.html' title='YEAH i am Done!!!!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLi8ZTtKHHI/AAAAAAAAEsg/OyTQeQwgFJs/s72-c/20080614_4944weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5605587549324087546</id><published>2008-08-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:11:28.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news from the bat cave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239398628396222418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYVSwI5x9I/AAAAAAAAErg/4xNGUcdekYc/s400/20080614_5026webbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399302336048866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYV5-wrbuI/AAAAAAAAEro/5r2JPVWrRWo/s400/20080614_5081weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have been in the bat cave editing for the last few days. I only surfaced today to see Rebecca receive her student of the month award (Yah Rebecca Mary!). Ok I lied. I came out many times to get more death by chocolate ice-cream. It is the "light" version and is still so incredibly yummy. Which means now I need to go on a long walk with dave before I continue editing into the wee hours of the night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426402111152626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYujZSjYfI/AAAAAAAAEsI/qanCTY4pEBc/s400/20080702_6919weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca reminded me about 500 times to come to her assembly.  Asking if I knew what time it was at etc.  I assured her over and over I would be there and I could figure out what time it was at.  So I finally get around to calling the school at 8:30a.m. to ask and they said that it starts at 8:30a.m.  So I throw on clothes and grab my camera and made it in time.  I am sure she was starting to get worried.  I love this picture it is so perfectly her.  She spots me and gives me her sweet happy smile.  Oh, I love this girl (when she isn't bossing everyone around and answering for everyone. ha).  Her happy little face is so scrumptious, no one can resist it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYV5-wrbuI/AAAAAAAAEro/5r2JPVWrRWo/s1600-h/20080614_5081weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426408165702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYujv2Ee9I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/v8huByV3zkw/s400/20080702_6921weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426406452144786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYujpdhqpI/AAAAAAAAEsY/gUjvx6KOTSk/s400/20080702_6926weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426397629068242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYujIl8M9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/zHXOO7vcUj8/s400/20080701_6929weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Dave, he has been coming home so tired.  He is such a hard worker.  He has been doing his regular reading for radiology and filling in for the squadron commander.  Lots of meetings.  He just plopped down on the floor when he got home (notice the clean floor in my office.  Do you remember from a week or so ago the disaster?).  He said the keys on his head were to relieve his headache.  If you are wondering how Dave is doing healthwise... he is doing great.  We have noticed that when he does aerobic exercise full out he is having some discomfort so he promised me he would go in for another stress test.  We are really wondering what our future holds as far as job wise.  Luckily (for us) he can't be deployed.  He feels bad when the other doctors have to go and he doesn't have to take a turn.  The down side is, it may keep us from getting to Europe.  We have been saying we are going to move to Europe every move and it just never pans out.   Kinda frustrating except we have absoulutely loved everywhere we have gone and felt that it was where we were supposed to be.  Now we are wondering are we just staying here for a long time.  Dave really is interested in the whole leadership side of the military but it may take him someplace really foreign like North Dakota. ha.  Right now he has on record that we are ready to move, and only Europe locations chosen.  So we don't know if they will just let us stay here until that happens or make us go somewhere else.  We will see.  As always, no matter what, it is an adventure.  I will miss my pool something terrible though.  I have grown quite attached to it. smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239426401173332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYujVy9YpI/AAAAAAAAEsA/yTjS4ab-NqA/s400/20080701_6933weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5605587549324087546?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5605587549324087546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5605587549324087546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5605587549324087546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5605587549324087546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/news-from-bat-cave.html' title='news from the bat cave.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLYVSwI5x9I/AAAAAAAAErg/4xNGUcdekYc/s72-c/20080614_5026webbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4536056080986491919</id><published>2008-08-25T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:32:38.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN9UNsLFVI/AAAAAAAAErI/cOtXCzCSlSg/s1600-h/20080625_6812weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668577787811154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN9UNsLFVI/AAAAAAAAErI/cOtXCzCSlSg/s400/20080625_6812weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday... Rachel is especially hormonal. This girl wants to hug Dave and I nonstop. As soon as I hear Dave open the door coming home from work I shout, "Run for your life!" He knows what I am saying and starts running, Rachel close on his heels. It is so funny. I thought teenagers are supposed to not like their parents and want to stay in their room listening to music. Not this girl, she needs lovins 24-7. Look at Dave's pained expression below, and Rachel's look of perfect contentment. We tease Rachel, but of course we wouldn't have it any other way. She is the perfect teenager...SHE LOVES US and WANTS TO BE with us. wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN9Uk5NiQI/AAAAAAAAErQ/im56aKxIWFk/s1600-h/20080625_6817weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668584016513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN9Uk5NiQI/AAAAAAAAErQ/im56aKxIWFk/s400/20080625_6817weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning I hear a knock at the door, and open it to find these two. A lion and it's master I am thinking. Rebecca and her friend Rebecca (who is wearing my brownie vest from when I was 8. Too funny). All weekend we had at least ten girls in our house at all times. One had been there for four days straight! Her Dad finally had to come to the house to retrieve her. I swear we weren't holding her captive!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667315810136626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN8KwdP8jI/AAAAAAAAEqI/n1tfrWd_SnQ/s400/20080629_6822weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667324284623538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN8LQBuWrI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/Nkplsl68sH0/s400/20080629_6824weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667328705057010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN8Lgfo0PI/AAAAAAAAEqY/4fFMnQu3UpI/s400/20080629_6825weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saturday 10 a.m... Lizzie is picked up by D.J. for a date with his wife Christine (oooooh the other girls were so jealous). She has been so excited for this. They made cookies, lunch, and watched a movie. Lizzie brought home some of the spoils but the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;girls mentioned above downed them in 2 minutes flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN81NMkCMI/AAAAAAAAEqo/5rvg9C9WgVY/s1600-h/20080629_6831weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668045079283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN81NMkCMI/AAAAAAAAEqo/5rvg9C9WgVY/s400/20080629_6831weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668039806592642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN805jdJoI/AAAAAAAAEqg/yxsZkL5u2po/s400/20080629_6830weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN81eJKnDI/AAAAAAAAEqw/JU07DmpqiOw/s1600-h/20080629_6836weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668049628437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN81eJKnDI/AAAAAAAAEqw/JU07DmpqiOw/s400/20080629_6836weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My low fat lunch Saturday afternoon. Pizza and a blended root beer float made by Dave. Delish! We seriously ate pizza every single meal this weekend. I think I might be sick thinking of it. We had people over Friday night and ate pizza. Leftovers for breakfast and lunch sat. Then At the last minute I decided to throw a birthday party for Jacob and called people sat. afternoon for a party (that included 8 pizzas of course) sat. night at 7pm. Guess what we ate Sunday? You guessed it. Leftover pizza. You are feeling sick now too huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666711108088162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7njxC8WI/AAAAAAAAEpY/t2PSpkPWMy0/s400/20080629_6894weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The party was really fun. I couldn't believe how many could come at the last minute. I just called the kids from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666709115557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7ncV_WGI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/vSodo_H1ymE/s400/20080629_6888weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacob won the cannonball contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7nx_dgvI/AAAAAAAAEpg/jACVhZ-00UA/s1600-h/20080629_6913+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666714926646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7nx_dgvI/AAAAAAAAEpg/jACVhZ-00UA/s400/20080629_6913+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy birthday my Jakie. He is a few inches taller than me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7oBlNQzI/AAAAAAAAEpo/_NXLlLEjDM0/s1600-h/20080630_6858weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666719111496498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN7oBlNQzI/AAAAAAAAEpo/_NXLlLEjDM0/s400/20080630_6858weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning happenings. Waiting to leave for church Lizzie demonstrates her early birthday gift ( I just couldn't wait!) A leap frog that I got recently at a garage sale!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667312961159122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN8Kl1__9I/AAAAAAAAEqA/_oURCRvdv5g/s400/20080630_6877weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After church (eating leftover pizza of course) Jacob opens gifts from his sisters. Mostly joke gifts. Lizzie thought she was so funny. She wrapped up all of her underwear that was in her drawer to give to him. It was a problem sat. night after she took a shower and didn't have any underwear to put on. I had to unwrap the present a little and slide a pair out for her. What a nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667313756137330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN8KoziZ3I/AAAAAAAAEp4/T85YtzR5iHs/s400/20080630_6878weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; kissable lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668050992077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN81jOSHGI/AAAAAAAAEq4/kPjTX2vtncs/s400/20080629_6842weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I finally finished cleaning out and organizing my office this weekend. It feels so awesome! This poster that Leah made was unfortunately an item that needed to go. So sad. I do love it, but I just can't keep it all. So we took pictures of it. I especially love the world with the little people surrounding it. I am so happy that my girls are so positive and optimistic about life. That makes me happy! I hope you love the world too! by the way...did you watch the Olympic closing ceremonies? It is so sad to have them end. I will really miss the visa commercials too. smile. The last one I saw last night said, "GO WORLD!" I add my voice to that cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238668057106361746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN816ACrZI/AAAAAAAAErA/2SzTDMBiNCI/s400/20080629_6852weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P.s. I am sorry to say that the other give aways that I had I gave to Emily when she picked up the magazines. I just showed her the rest of the stuff that I had and she wanted it all. So sorry. I am sure I will come across more items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4536056080986491919?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4536056080986491919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4536056080986491919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4536056080986491919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4536056080986491919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-happenings.html' title='weekend happenings'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SLN9UNsLFVI/AAAAAAAAErI/cOtXCzCSlSg/s72-c/20080625_6812weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7361421642035909000</id><published>2008-08-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:10:28.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give away #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SK3m4DVp0NI/AAAAAAAAEpI/8RO0WaIkWsQ/s1600-h/20080627_6809weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237095792344944850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SK3m4DVp0NI/AAAAAAAAEpI/8RO0WaIkWsQ/s400/20080627_6809weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that I actually had this many scrapbook magazines piled around my office!  I spent all day going through them and just tearing out a few pages that I wanted to keep for inspiration, and now they are up for grabs.  Does anyone want them?  The first to respond gets them.  More to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7361421642035909000?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7361421642035909000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7361421642035909000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7361421642035909000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7361421642035909000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-away-1.html' title='give away #1'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SK3m4DVp0NI/AAAAAAAAEpI/8RO0WaIkWsQ/s72-c/20080627_6809weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1264904764610372468</id><published>2008-08-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:25:05.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check that off the list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236756698493824226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyyeMTfLOI/AAAAAAAAEo4/DlKJWXImbhg/s400/DSC_0323bloga.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My sister Gloria has been hounding me forever to send her the pictures of her son (and my nephew) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallen's&lt;/span&gt; baptism.  Aren't I so horrible?  We went out for his baptism in March!  Seeing these  pictures brought back all of the sweet feelings of that day.  His older brother Austin baptized him.  Isn't that cool?  These pictures are so reminiscent of when MY oldest brother baptized my younger brother.  What is weird is Austin looks like Brett and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallen&lt;/span&gt; like Kenny.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallen&lt;/span&gt; has the same sweet innocence about him as my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; did when he was young.  They are just so vulnerable and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyyd6NEBAI/AAAAAAAAEow/oabram9UPHk/s1600-h/DSC_0322bloga.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236755736866175858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyxmN9lu3I/AAAAAAAAEoA/1iLN4t-IiEw/s400/DSC_0317weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture just melts my heart.  So trusting and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236757456452311218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyzKT632LI/AAAAAAAAEpA/JgcPm2B_6rE/s400/DSC_0318webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyxmuYIsaI/AAAAAAAAEoY/XlW6qwnvwDI/s1600-h/DSC_0319webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyxmpav0mI/AAAAAAAAEog/gtFmt0_FRbA/s1600-h/DSC_0329webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236755744236229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyxmpav0mI/AAAAAAAAEog/gtFmt0_FRbA/s400/DSC_0329webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never forget Austin that you have 3 younger brothers who really look up to you, and will follow your example.  It is a big responsibility to be the oldest in a family, but Heavenly Father knew what he was doing when he put you first.  Keep being the awesome young man you are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, look at his long floppy hair that is never quite in place, blowing in the wind.  I wish i could hug that little guy right now!&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/27352860-1264904764610372468?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1264904764610372468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1264904764610372468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1264904764610372468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1264904764610372468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-that-off-list.html' title='check that off the list.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKyyeMTfLOI/AAAAAAAAEo4/DlKJWXImbhg/s72-c/DSC_0323bloga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3439412822508046079</id><published>2008-08-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:00:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my motto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKxblIwRKZI/AAAAAAAAEn4/8v1Kz8IU-UI/s1600-h/april+08_20080429_0003weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236661160288266642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKxblIwRKZI/AAAAAAAAEn4/8v1Kz8IU-UI/s400/april+08_20080429_0003weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this hangs in my office. It says it all for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have some things to say:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gloria it is on my to do list today to finally edit and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallen's&lt;/span&gt; baptism pictures off in the mail today. Hopefully my computer will acquiesce. I need to call the geek squad. My computer will just get ridiculously slow sometimes and I don't know how to repair it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nunzia&lt;/span&gt;, you are on my heart. I know I missed your birthday. What else is new! You know I am not good at that. I don't know where you are, or how to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of you. I tried calling the cell phone number that I have for you, but it was wrong. Please call me, or email me how I can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of you. I will make up for forgetting your birthday I promise.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kim Haynes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HeLLO&lt;/span&gt;!! I just realized that I never emailed you back. I do think of you and are praying your new life is going well in good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Utah. Do you miss us here? We miss you! What are you up to? I think you have a blog now, I will have to find it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am cleaning out my office and will have some give aways tomorrow, so check back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nicole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boice&lt;/span&gt; GET YOUR BEHIND IN GEAR and call the doctor today. If you don't today I am taking matters into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;6. My mind is so weighed down with the accident of Stephanie and Christian Nielsen. I don't even know them personally, but I am still so upset by it, and feel so sad for them and their family. Stephanie is a good friend of my sister Kelly, so I always hear about her and occasionally read her blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nieniedialogues&lt;/span&gt; and her sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cjanes&lt;/span&gt; blog. The situation is that Christian was getting in his flight hours to be a pilot. His teacher and wife were flying with him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night and they crashed. The teacher (and their good friend) was killed and Stephanie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chrisitian&lt;/span&gt; are miraculously alive but in very serious condition in the burn unit in a phoenix hospital. Stephanie has burns on over 80% of her body and Christian about 50%. They have 4 sweet little children, and a huge supportive family to cheer them on. They are asking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; prayers. To get more details go &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3439412822508046079?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3439412822508046079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3439412822508046079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3439412822508046079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3439412822508046079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-motto.html' title='my motto'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKxblIwRKZI/AAAAAAAAEn4/8v1Kz8IU-UI/s72-c/april+08_20080429_0003weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5955355774679675671</id><published>2008-08-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:00:26.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy anniversary my love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKchbNOXVeI/AAAAAAAAEnw/f7l-XT21OlU/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235189843131586018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKchbNOXVeI/AAAAAAAAEnw/f7l-XT21OlU/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave, 15 years of marriage and the ship still hasn't sunk.  smile.  I love you more than I ever thought possible to love someone.  Every day is an adventure that I love to experience with you.  Thank you for making all of my dreams a reality.  Sincerely, your adoring wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5955355774679675671?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5955355774679675671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5955355774679675671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5955355774679675671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5955355774679675671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary-my-love.html' title='Happy anniversary my love!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKchbNOXVeI/AAAAAAAAEnw/f7l-XT21OlU/s72-c/DSC_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3638078872694601728</id><published>2008-08-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:34:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more of madi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKUdi7I_1iI/AAAAAAAAEno/8gvbhtEgCbA/s1600-h/20080608_4855weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234622627716257314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKUdi7I_1iI/AAAAAAAAEno/8gvbhtEgCbA/s400/20080608_4855weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you just have to enlarge this to fully appreciate the cuteness! I love it!  More pictures &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;br /&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/27352860-3638078872694601728?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3638078872694601728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3638078872694601728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3638078872694601728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3638078872694601728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-of-madi.html' title='more of madi.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKUdi7I_1iI/AAAAAAAAEno/8gvbhtEgCbA/s72-c/20080608_4855weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2084816257157644088</id><published>2008-08-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:37:19.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy kids make a happy mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKEf171aCSI/AAAAAAAAElQ/GoSkGfNv40E/s1600-h/april+08_20080429_0001web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233499253436451106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKEf171aCSI/AAAAAAAAElQ/GoSkGfNv40E/s400/april+08_20080429_0001web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this note written on toilet paper in Rachel's bathroom.  My kids make me laugh.  I am glad they are happy and want to express it even while using the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;     At 5:45 a.m. this morning was Jacob's first day of seminary.  As soon as he got home he came straight into my room and woke me up, and I sleepily said, "have a great time at seminary.!" He was laughing so hard at me, duh mom, I am already home from seminary. what can I say, I had another late night. I am back to my evil ways. smile. Jacob could not stop talking about it all day. How much he enjoyed it. How Brother Nielsen is the best teacher. How he already had memorized a scripture and quoted John 14:15, "if ye love me keep my commandments." He was just so happy and full of the spirit all day. It was awesome!! He is supposed to read 15 minutes every day and said he was going to read in the evening but then he just couldn't wait and read for a half hour this afternoon. He came to me and said he wanted to buy another set of scriptures for himself at home so that he can mark them. He said he had a different feeling as he read about Jesus being baptized (they are studying the new testament this year).  Of course, I happily told him that is the holy ghost letting you know that it is true.  He told me he really wants to work on his testimony and really knowing. I can't tell you how happy and positive he was all day. He even wanted to help his sisters with their homework. YES! What did I do to deserve this kid? He has been one of the greatest joys and blessings of my life. My heart is so full, and I am very thankful for the seminary program. It is definitely worth the sacrifice to have Dave take him every morning. ha ha.   It has been a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2084816257157644088?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2084816257157644088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2084816257157644088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2084816257157644088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2084816257157644088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-kids-make-happy-mom.html' title='happy kids make a happy mom'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SKEf171aCSI/AAAAAAAAElQ/GoSkGfNv40E/s72-c/april+08_20080429_0001web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5050336290878443673</id><published>2008-08-10T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:03:14.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me laugh so so much!!! happy monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuiL090iDiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuiL090iDiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/27352860-5050336290878443673?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5050336290878443673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5050336290878443673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5050336290878443673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5050336290878443673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-makes-me-laugh-so-so-much-happy.html' title='This makes me laugh so so much!!! happy monday'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1306217464217575927</id><published>2008-08-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:25:19.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am in Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlaIjOmWI/AAAAAAAAElA/EI2Ys9ahKsQ/s1600-h/kiss_wedding_books_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027629255563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlaIjOmWI/AAAAAAAAElA/EI2Ys9ahKsQ/s400/kiss_wedding_books_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really really want to use these albums for my wedding packages, or portraits of course.  The only draw back is that they are pretty pricey.  But aren't they so incredible.  Real Italian leather, thick pages, and bound beautifully.  What do you think?  I think I would love one of these if I were getting married.  Look at the cool slip covers they come in as well.  Love, love, love.  It is a simple album where all of the pictures are flush mounted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlaJiR__I/AAAAAAAAElI/IqhtnIU70C4/s1600-h/kiss_wedding_books_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027629520027634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlaJiR__I/AAAAAAAAElI/IqhtnIU70C4/s400/kiss_wedding_books_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlLdhIC2I/AAAAAAAAEkY/eB0gCmQsSWA/s1600-h/kiss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027377185852258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlLdhIC2I/AAAAAAAAEkY/eB0gCmQsSWA/s400/kiss4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlLnWzz3I/AAAAAAAAEkg/GZLsO3Bha6c/s1600-h/MDP_KISS-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027379826937714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlLnWzz3I/AAAAAAAAEkg/GZLsO3Bha6c/s400/MDP_KISS-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlL9sj86I/AAAAAAAAEko/V_mcFRsy7YU/s1600-h/kiss_wedding_books_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027385823753122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlL9sj86I/AAAAAAAAEko/V_mcFRsy7YU/s400/kiss_wedding_books_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlL6MbTDI/AAAAAAAAEkw/VvFrPz_OpmU/s1600-h/kiss_wedding_books_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027384883661874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlL6MbTDI/AAAAAAAAEkw/VvFrPz_OpmU/s400/kiss_wedding_books_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlL1qHbZI/AAAAAAAAEk4/Tm3W5IiNFzY/s1600-h/kiss_wedding_books_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8VD37fI/AAAAAAAAEjw/AUXr8IbBjV4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027117217639922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8VD37fI/AAAAAAAAEjw/AUXr8IbBjV4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8hq6iqI/AAAAAAAAEj4/tYTbECC3Pmk/s1600-h/2625573261_e17fc0babd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027120602614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8hq6iqI/AAAAAAAAEj4/tYTbECC3Pmk/s400/2625573261_e17fc0babd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8vm6dRI/AAAAAAAAEkA/BE2huMb9PEQ/s1600-h/dennisharrisalbum_0122framed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027124343928082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8vm6dRI/AAAAAAAAEkA/BE2huMb9PEQ/s400/dennisharrisalbum_0122framed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8mffmmI/AAAAAAAAEkI/acdgmCcMThQ/s1600-h/2216479715_6b7fa855ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027121896888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8mffmmI/AAAAAAAAEkI/acdgmCcMThQ/s400/2216479715_6b7fa855ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8rO5A7I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/BuRJ62sUGHk/s1600-h/MDP_KISS-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232027123169428402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvk8rO5A7I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/BuRJ62sUGHk/s400/MDP_KISS-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrumptious.&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/27352860-1306217464217575927?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1306217464217575927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1306217464217575927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1306217464217575927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1306217464217575927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-i-am-in-love.html' title='I think I am in Love.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJvlaIjOmWI/AAAAAAAAElA/EI2Ys9ahKsQ/s72-c/kiss_wedding_books_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-13131273991069934</id><published>2008-08-07T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:22:17.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my vampire child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJqida3W1wI/AAAAAAAAEjo/GmUx73Gaey8/s1600-h/DSC_0037weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231672543455663874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJqida3W1wI/AAAAAAAAEjo/GmUx73Gaey8/s400/DSC_0037weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lizzie when her sisters did her make-up for a fashion show that they put on).  I think she looks like a perfect little vampire.  I wonder why I would have vampires on my mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Could it be that I just read all four twilight books in the past week.  I look like a vampire too with my dark circles under my eyes. ha ha.  I really enjoyed reading them.  They so draw me in and I can't put them down.  I must be truthful and admit that i really am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to say that I love them too.  I am always hesitant to say that I read them and loved them to people because I am so torn on whether I should be reading them.     Am I a total hypocrite because I don't want Rachel to read them.  I can't decide if it just isn't age appropriate for her or just plain not appropriate (for me included).  At 16 I really don't want Rachel pressing her body as hard as she can against a boy, with his smoldering eyes, and tracing his lips with her tongue.   Would President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hinkley&lt;/span&gt; call it titillating and tawdry and to stay away from it?  (I loved it when he would say that.  I love to say the words titillating and tawdry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;).  The book definitely made me want to go and find Dave, so what is a 12 year old supposed to do with those feelings?  The prophet says that "before marriage, do not do anything to arouse the powerful emotions that must be expressed  only in marriage.  Do not participate in passionate kissing, lie on top of another person etc. Do not participate in talk or activities that arouse sexual feelings."   And than why as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; author would she put in bad language?  I know there is worse language, but still.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AGain&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want my kids to read books, or watch movies that use that kind of language, but here I am, the hypocrite again.  Jacob is really giving me a hard time because I  have been laying down the law with him about movies and video games, yet I am reading these books.  Am I justifying doing something that I don't believe in because they are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vampirelicious&lt;/span&gt;?  signed, desperately undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-13131273991069934?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/13131273991069934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=13131273991069934' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/13131273991069934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/13131273991069934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-vampire-child.html' title='my vampire child'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJqida3W1wI/AAAAAAAAEjo/GmUx73Gaey8/s72-c/DSC_0037weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2481875396318408667</id><published>2008-08-04T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:39.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJfcokoxuNI/AAAAAAAAEjg/b3dxHgg0CtU/s1600-h/image002blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230892081801705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJfcokoxuNI/AAAAAAAAEjg/b3dxHgg0CtU/s400/image002blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the basis of our family home evening lesson tonight.  The kids start school tomorrow and really the most important thing (besides trying their best to learn of course) I try to teach them is to be kind to others.  To look around and notice if someone needs a friend.  To stand up for someone if they are teased.  To not make jokes or comments about someone for a laugh, or to look cool with their friends.  I told them that to be a kind and loving person is what would make me the most proud of them.  I really think that loving others is the most important thing in life.   It is what I hope I teach my children more than anything else.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2481875396318408667?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2481875396318408667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2481875396318408667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2481875396318408667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2481875396318408667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-time.html' title='Back to school time!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJfcokoxuNI/AAAAAAAAEjg/b3dxHgg0CtU/s72-c/image002blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5306085606669809734</id><published>2008-08-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230737042465353778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJdPoGGf8DI/AAAAAAAAEjY/E5i5pGSklqo/s400/20080524_4209webbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HERE&lt;br /&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/27352860-5306085606669809734?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5306085606669809734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5306085606669809734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5306085606669809734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5306085606669809734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-of-lindsay.html' title='More of Lindsay'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJdPoGGf8DI/AAAAAAAAEjY/E5i5pGSklqo/s72-c/20080524_4209webbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4255115531089695058</id><published>2008-08-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJTV_K3vqMI/AAAAAAAAEbw/QL_dwK-1deA/s1600-h/20080608_4724weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230040348510628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJTV_K3vqMI/AAAAAAAAEbw/QL_dwK-1deA/s400/20080608_4724weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning Madi was very serious at first, but than she warmed up.  Love that serious look though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4255115531089695058?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4255115531089695058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4255115531089695058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4255115531089695058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4255115531089695058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/08/madi.html' title='Madi'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJTV_K3vqMI/AAAAAAAAEbw/QL_dwK-1deA/s72-c/20080608_4724weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3392829424440507156</id><published>2008-07-31T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeous Lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJJGZF5YlbI/AAAAAAAAEbo/QrKxVdqreyo/s1600-h/20080524_4659weba+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJJFkzLSwlI/AAAAAAAAEbg/eZeQMwdRlAs/s1600-h/20080524_4659weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318615845749330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJJFkzLSwlI/AAAAAAAAEbg/eZeQMwdRlAs/s400/20080524_4659weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click on picture to really be wowed!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3392829424440507156?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3392829424440507156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3392829424440507156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3392829424440507156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3392829424440507156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/gorgeous-lindsay.html' title='gorgeous Lindsay'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SJJFkzLSwlI/AAAAAAAAEbg/eZeQMwdRlAs/s72-c/20080524_4659weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8227227226497019025</id><published>2008-07-29T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI_wtECqGgI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/no2ZG0wp-aQ/s1600-h/20080422_2644weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228662349370104322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI_wtECqGgI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/no2ZG0wp-aQ/s400/20080422_2644weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. and Mrs. Smith's wedding pictures are done.  Alexis, they will be mailed off tomorrow!  To see more, head on over &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;br /&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/27352860-8227227226497019025?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8227227226497019025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8227227226497019025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8227227226497019025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8227227226497019025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI_wtECqGgI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/no2ZG0wp-aQ/s72-c/20080422_2644weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4716721852529302148</id><published>2008-07-29T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228576740287024306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI-i19WtjLI/AAAAAAAAESw/vHI2SqGm_wo/s400/20080604_4719weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have been editing all day, and my office looks like this, ugh.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI-i1mrdRNI/AAAAAAAAESo/OpGaQu6_Eww/s1600-h/20080604_4720weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228576734200022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI-i1mrdRNI/AAAAAAAAESo/OpGaQu6_Eww/s400/20080604_4720weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily Rebecca Mary's restaurant is open and ready for business.  YES!  That means that I don't have to make dinner tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4716721852529302148?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4716721852529302148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4716721852529302148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4716721852529302148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4716721852529302148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/scary.html' title='SCARY!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI-i19WtjLI/AAAAAAAAESw/vHI2SqGm_wo/s72-c/20080604_4719weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3435446248339711137</id><published>2008-07-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:41.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie misses you Cate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61oNA9ufI/AAAAAAAAESQ/p3LGpPwC1gI/s1600-h/20080511_3527weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228315919716825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61oNA9ufI/AAAAAAAAESQ/p3LGpPwC1gI/s400/20080511_3527weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61oVpmQzI/AAAAAAAAESY/_zFcLlTCaEs/s1600-h/20080511_3529weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228315922034737970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61oVpmQzI/AAAAAAAAESY/_zFcLlTCaEs/s400/20080511_3529weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61opVMVZI/AAAAAAAAESg/yNu4ap1LYLQ/s1600-h/20080511_3530weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228315927317861778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61opVMVZI/AAAAAAAAESg/yNu4ap1LYLQ/s400/20080511_3530weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3435446248339711137?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3435446248339711137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3435446248339711137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3435446248339711137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3435446248339711137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/lizzie-misses-you-cate.html' title='Lizzie misses you Cate.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI61oNA9ufI/AAAAAAAAESQ/p3LGpPwC1gI/s72-c/20080511_3527weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6649187866967292070</id><published>2008-07-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:41.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am doing so good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227952047636605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI1qsD4n6fI/AAAAAAAAESI/W64GoijtXfE/s400/20080510_3734weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I am doing so good on writing down everything that I spend and really trying not to spend at all to be honest. Usually when I get with my sisters and on vacation we love to shop! This can prove quite detrimental to my budget. i am happy to report that this time I shopped but at garage sales and thrift stores. This vintage (in brand new condition) Parcheesi game that became a highlight of our trip wherever we went is one such item I picked up in Tahoe at a garage sale for two dollars. I was very excited about the blockade that I made in the picture above and couldn't stop laughing about it (in my mischievous sisterly way). I am the two red pieces there together and I had all four of Kelly's players blocked behind me. I thought myself quite hysterical. My sisters thought I was quite annoying. ha ha. good times, huh sistas? Now for something to make my sisters so incredibly jealous. These shoes below. I found them at a thrift store in Florence, Oregon. &lt;strong&gt;They were only one dollar. Be still my heart!&lt;/strong&gt; They fit perfectly and look new, and are from Italy and really old. Can you believe? Aren't you just so jealous! Of course Nicole, I have been wearing all the clothes you gave me with my thrift store finds. Oh and by the way you can click to enlarge the picture. ha ha. All of my sisters think they are so clever and funny (they kinda are, but that is beside the point). Nicole said that the name of my blog should be "click to enlarge" because I wrote it by pictures so much. Her thinking is duh, we all know that. My thinking is duh, some people are as computer illiterate as me!!!! So, I guess I am not allowed to write that anymore, and besides half of them don't ever enlarge. What is up with that? I haven't taken the time to figure that one out yet. And if anyone knows how to change the html in blogger to enlarge pictures really big will you please teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227952043578340018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI1qr0xDsrI/AAAAAAAAESA/1duVCgXUmJY/s400/20080531_4688weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Kelly, do you like my ankles? ha ha. I almost was able to get my wrist in the picture too. ha)&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite finds were a vintage scarf at a garage sale for twenty five cents. I actually wore it to church. Dave tried not to laugh at me. I can't help it if he has no fashion sense. ha. Also, i had to rip out of Nicole's hands the cutest wallet that was a dollar. She took pity on me, and gave in. In Rexburg, ID Kelly, Nicole and I garaged sale in our pajamas with huge sunglasses on and I had serious purple burns on my face because Nicole works at a skin place and convinced me to let her burn off some of my age spots. It hurt so bad, I seriously almost passed out. What we women do to look younger (and it was complimentary, so I didn't go over budget.) It is so nice to have such talented sisters. Gloria and I are constantly having to update because our younger sisters make us. So, one last thing. I found the sweetest baby blanket in Florence too. So Kelly and Nicole whoever has the first baby girl gets it! I love you my sisters and i miss you so much. Why don't we live closer to each other. Oh yah, because than we would drive each other crazy. ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6649187866967292070?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6649187866967292070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6649187866967292070' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6649187866967292070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6649187866967292070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-doing-so-good.html' title='I am doing so good.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SI1qsD4n6fI/AAAAAAAAESI/W64GoijtXfE/s72-c/20080510_3734weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5054420923811803755</id><published>2008-07-26T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:42.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakie is home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIwS6IDvECI/AAAAAAAAER4/_vZpNvg_OFE/s1600-h/20080601_4695weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227574057275166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIwS6IDvECI/AAAAAAAAER4/_vZpNvg_OFE/s400/20080601_4695weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob has been in Tahoe for two weeks with my Dad. I picked him up from the airport last night and I swear he had grown a couple of inches more. We had so much fun talking and laughing all the way home and he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;made me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stop at in-n-out. When we got home we &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000"&gt;cozied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on his bed and talked and laughed some more. This morning, Jacob was up bright and early enjoying the love and attention of his sisters. He came in to wake Dave and I up and told me that they had cleaned up all of downstairs and were going swimming and to come and join in the fun. Dave got out there sooner than I did and what a happy sight to see out my bedroom window. Everyone playing and laughing outside. We spent all morning playing in the pool. Our best vacations as a family really are just in our backyard playing together. Dave and Jacob &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt; off later to golf together, and tonight's activity was a Brady Bunch marathon. Jacob just came down to say that he can't watch anymore because his DVD player overheated. ha ha. We were blissfully happy today. There wasn't even any arguing. You don't often get days like this, so my prayer tonight will definitely be one of gratitude. We are all together again, and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5054420923811803755?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5054420923811803755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5054420923811803755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5054420923811803755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5054420923811803755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/jakie-is-home.html' title='Jakie is home!!!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIwS6IDvECI/AAAAAAAAER4/_vZpNvg_OFE/s72-c/20080601_4695weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2013776809883121281</id><published>2008-07-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:42.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little madi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpDZ8DDteI/AAAAAAAAERQ/LGcAl6rkTuY/s1600-h/20080411_2606weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063092644980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpCMEeoqII/AAAAAAAAERA/NzONPzeVVN4/s400/20080411_2605webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Teri, I did take a couple of pictures when I babysat Madi. She is such a chubba lubba. The girls think she looks like a cabbage patch doll. Lucky you to have such precious little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpCLt9t8gI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/PL2oLXXXZu4/s1600-h/20080411_2605weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063086601335298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpCLt9t8gI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/PL2oLXXXZu4/s400/20080411_2605weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which do you like better the color or black and white? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227068734268686434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpHUdKiwGI/AAAAAAAAERw/Q9nbQcDZVss/s400/20080411_2606webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;gotta love those eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2013776809883121281?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2013776809883121281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2013776809883121281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2013776809883121281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2013776809883121281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-madi.html' title='little madi'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIpCMEeoqII/AAAAAAAAERA/NzONPzeVVN4/s72-c/20080411_2605webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-9123578264405799924</id><published>2008-07-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:44.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinkles cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828639594679682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls9GzhDYI/AAAAAAAAEQo/-jvZgrF051A/s400/20080528_4679weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprinkles cupcakes is open and ready for business.  My friend Jen is the manager for the store that just opened in Scottsdale, so we just had to go down and check it out, and support her (it had nothing to do with the cupcakes. smile).   It was different than what I pictured in my mind.  Isn't the design of it very simple and cool.  Very shi shi, or maybe it was just the people that were coming in.  I really wanted to photograph them, they all looked straight out of a magazine, so beautifully put together.  I forgot that you really can tell the difference between Target and designer clothing, seriously.  The girls and I tried not to stare.  Here I was feeling all great because I had gotten dressed for the day and had make-up on.  I was seriously regretting not taking the time to find shoes that matched.  ha ha.  We really looked like ragamuffins.  oh well.  How I knew for sure that the store was in Scottsdale was because on the counter were tiny cupcakes for dogs that were each $2.50.  When you are wealthy why do dogs become such a big deal?  At the mall there they have dog cafes and dogs are sitting outside all the doors.  We saw twin dogs in a stroller.  Crack me up.  We even saw a dog resort on our way home.  It was like a Ritz Carlton.   So our trip out into the big world was very exciting.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828645323066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls9cJRS3I/AAAAAAAAEQw/XDV6gDtURSg/s400/20080528_4680weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In this cabinet were specialty items (no surprise a dog onsie that said sprinkles, hey that is a good name for a dog.)  Those tubes are the mixes to take home and make.  I am kicking myself for not buying one.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls8maAnjI/AAAAAAAAEQY/iiK1rXb8HzI/s1600-h/20080528_4670weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828630897761842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls8maAnjI/AAAAAAAAEQY/iiK1rXb8HzI/s400/20080528_4670weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jen showing us the back of the store where the magic happens.  Trays and trays of cupcakes that melt in your mouth.  Looks like heaven to me!  We all chose one we want.  Of course I got the red velvet, which is one of the best things I have ever tasted on earth!!!!  Jen gave us a couple extra which I horded and ate myself and didn't even save one for Dave.  Isn't that terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls9DmmVjI/AAAAAAAAEQg/sCFGgrlwmBQ/s1600-h/20080528_4675weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828638735193650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls9DmmVjI/AAAAAAAAEQg/sCFGgrlwmBQ/s400/20080528_4675weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So thanks Jen.  You are a ROCKSTAR! how you have lost 35 pounds since working for them is beyond me.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you happen be in Scottsdale and find yourself at the northeast corner of Scottsdale Dr. and camelback go try out these heavenly cupcakes (and please bring me one home too. smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-9123578264405799924?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/9123578264405799924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=9123578264405799924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9123578264405799924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9123578264405799924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/sprinkles-cupcakes.html' title='Sprinkles cupcakes.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIls9GzhDYI/AAAAAAAAEQo/-jvZgrF051A/s72-c/20080528_4679weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-9151456628071990867</id><published>2008-07-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for Alexis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIlgzJ2HiNI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/8tPXBXzEmn4/s1600-h/20080422_3110weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226815274472671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIlgzJ2HiNI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/8tPXBXzEmn4/s400/20080422_3110weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so in love with this image. I think it should be my business card for weddings. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Alexis, I am done with most of the pictures. There were just so many good ones. I have been taking way too much time playing around with them. I just need to finish up all of the family shots and than they will be in the mail. Could you email me your address? I will post a ton on my photography website soon. Thanks for being so patient.&lt;br /&gt;You are next Lindsay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-9151456628071990867?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/9151456628071990867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=9151456628071990867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9151456628071990867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9151456628071990867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-lindsay.html' title='for Alexis'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIlgzJ2HiNI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/8tPXBXzEmn4/s72-c/20080422_3110weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-434985331636083216</id><published>2008-07-24T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:44.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am I awake at 2 am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIhEJst2YzI/AAAAAAAAEQI/lGTLAMkf0cY/s1600-h/20080422_2763webab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226502300976440114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIhEJst2YzI/AAAAAAAAEQI/lGTLAMkf0cY/s400/20080422_2763webab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I am insane that is why.  Where does the time go when the house is all quiet.  I play around with photoshop, read blogs, do the dishes, watch John Adams the mini series with Dave.  Which by the way is so awesome, not done watching it.  I love John Adams relationship with his wife.  I love how he counsels with her, and cherishes her friendship.   I love how gentle she is with him, patient while listening,  and supportive.  I can't believe how incredible and miraculous the forming of this nation is.  These men were definitely led by God.  The acting and cinematography is amazing.  Word of warning though, When they start to tar and feather a man fast forward.  I didn't realize there would be a naked man in the movie-yikes.  &lt;br /&gt;     Just some randomness. &lt;br /&gt;-I love avocado, tomatoe, and bean sprout sandwiches on wheat berry bread.  You won't believe how good it is.  Make sure you salt and pepper well. &lt;br /&gt;-I am really in love with the soundtrack for the movie "Dan in Real Life."  I really think it is genius.  So unique, and matches the feel of the movie perfectly.  I really love the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;(come on sing with me,  "Ruthie, pig face, Draper")&lt;br /&gt;-I have strong cravings  lately for chilie cheese fries and a rootbeer float blended from sonic.  Rachel just introduced me to them this past week.  I am so hungry right now, do you think they are open?  and yes, I weigh more right now than I ever have except when pregnant.  Now that is an accomplishment.  Leah said tonight that when she lays down on my behind (her pillow of choice tonight during scriptures) that she was only laying on one side and it was still bigger than her head.  Dave found that quite funny.  See the kind of embarassing stories you can get out of me late at night.&lt;br /&gt;-I am sad that my kids are getting older.  I really miss Jacob being 4.  He has always had such a pure heart.  It kills me to see him  having to deal with such ugliness from the world.  I can't make his heart stay pure and perfect.  I can't always protect him.  That is the hard part of being a parent.  Slowly transferring responsibility for his life from my shoulders to his.  I don't know who it is more painful (or joyful) for- me or Jacob.  That is way too deep and emotional of a subject to go into right now.  I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-434985331636083216?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/434985331636083216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=434985331636083216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/434985331636083216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/434985331636083216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-awake-at-2-am.html' title='why am I awake at 2 am?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIhEJst2YzI/AAAAAAAAEQI/lGTLAMkf0cY/s72-c/20080422_2763webab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2455801375833825810</id><published>2008-07-23T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:44.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you were waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIekyZtPlfI/AAAAAAAAEPY/JJHEGrTjQm4/s1600-h/20080405_2245webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226327078387815922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIekyZtPlfI/AAAAAAAAEPY/JJHEGrTjQm4/s400/20080405_2245webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there are more pictures up of baby Axel and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2455801375833825810?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2455801375833825810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2455801375833825810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2455801375833825810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2455801375833825810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-case-you-were-waiting.html' title='In case you were waiting...'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIekyZtPlfI/AAAAAAAAEPY/JJHEGrTjQm4/s72-c/20080405_2245webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5930132272778135558</id><published>2008-07-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:45.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIdq7hED6zI/AAAAAAAAEFo/ifi97hgMvx0/s1600-h/Elaine+(3+of+253)webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263463306980146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIdq7hED6zI/AAAAAAAAEFo/ifi97hgMvx0/s400/Elaine+(3+of+253)webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't he such a cute little guy. More of this family on the photography blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5930132272778135558?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5930132272778135558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5930132272778135558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5930132272778135558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5930132272778135558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-family.html' title='sweet family'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIdq7hED6zI/AAAAAAAAEFo/ifi97hgMvx0/s72-c/Elaine+(3+of+253)webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-158272316719864989</id><published>2008-07-20T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQ1DaQSNoI/AAAAAAAAEFg/_NkA5vafn3o/s1600-h/20080516_3310weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225359800360121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQ1DaQSNoI/AAAAAAAAEFg/_NkA5vafn3o/s400/20080516_3310weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oregon Coast is breathtakingly beautiful. Dave is from Oregon and we stayed at a house on the coast for his family reunion a couple of weeks ago.  Now when you think of beach, don't be thinking it is southern California.  It is freezing cold.  But the landscape just steals your heart and there are so many cool things to do.  This is the first part in a series of our Oregon Coast adventure. By the time I am through, you will be packing the car to head up there. Just bring warm clothing. We ended up at the thrift store the first day buying jackets. How quickly we forget that there is such a thing as cold now that we live in Arizona.  Of course one of our favorite things to do was just head out the door and take a walk down to the beach.  A group of us started out on our walk but Rebecca and I just stayed and played longer. I love taking pictures of my Rebecca Mary. She is such a love.  So off we go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349050232226466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQrRq6EQqI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/puZ0Fok6HwM/s400/20080516_3312weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349049436724562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQrRn8Z3VI/AAAAAAAAEEY/IPOF6O49AWs/s400/20080516_3278weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354262617180690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQwBEjeyhI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/KOril6EFey4/s400/20080516_3301weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQrSArAbWI/AAAAAAAAEEw/1vq8IKgxJjA/s1600-h/20080516_3283weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349056074640738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQrSArAbWI/AAAAAAAAEEw/1vq8IKgxJjA/s400/20080516_3283weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354261875232786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQwBBylkBI/AAAAAAAAEFY/IyTI_tl1PaY/s400/20080516_3286weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225354258125335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQwAz0iqvI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Jk-w2kCz5U8/s400/20080516_3304weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349051737072738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQrRwg2ZGI/AAAAAAAAEEg/g58-T9pciEY/s400/20080516_3280weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah the joy.  More beach adventures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-158272316719864989?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/158272316719864989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=158272316719864989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/158272316719864989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/158272316719864989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/oregon-coast.html' title='Oregon Coast'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIQ1DaQSNoI/AAAAAAAAEFg/_NkA5vafn3o/s72-c/20080516_3310weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8137402021178487149</id><published>2008-07-19T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:49.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grantholomew</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838336299315954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayNP2svI/AAAAAAAAECo/6jnIzgIoHdk/s400/20080510_3551weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbKZlxYoI/AAAAAAAAEDI/wsdl2lPF8x0/s1600-h/20080510_3555weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838751929328258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbKZlxYoI/AAAAAAAAEDI/wsdl2lPF8x0/s400/20080510_3555weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbKU_HWtI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/3Da7HcdLWuM/s1600-h/20080510_3556weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838750693448402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbKU_HWtI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/3Da7HcdLWuM/s400/20080510_3556weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayLATtZI/AAAAAAAAECg/MIChCOqXAW8/s1600-h/20080510_3550weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838335697237394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayLATtZI/AAAAAAAAECg/MIChCOqXAW8/s400/20080510_3550weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJaydWbtUI/AAAAAAAAECw/cVmFC2addDo/s1600-h/20080510_3552weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838340621874498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJaydWbtUI/AAAAAAAAECw/cVmFC2addDo/s400/20080510_3552weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayfnIXiI/AAAAAAAAEC4/SYXbcqWfJ8w/s1600-h/20080510_3553weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838341228781090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayfnIXiI/AAAAAAAAEC4/SYXbcqWfJ8w/s400/20080510_3553weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayhDfoWI/AAAAAAAAEDA/NoumTCEB5ic/s1600-h/20080510_3554weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838341616181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayhDfoWI/AAAAAAAAEDA/NoumTCEB5ic/s400/20080510_3554weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my brother in law (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelly's&lt;/span&gt; husband) Grant. I have been promising him that I will do a post all about him (he really needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of attention, ha). He seriously is one of the funniest people I know. He has tons of different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;personas&lt;/span&gt; that he is always playing that have their own voice and mannerisms. I really like his truck driver routine. (Hey grant, what is your handle by the way?). He specializes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sounds and likes to beat box. I love when he gets in the mood to dance (after watching so you think you can dance). We beg him to. He has his own unique jumps and moves that make us laugh until we cry. He first won our family over with his getting into character as a gorilla. He is so convincing it scares you. My mom once screamed and kicked him in the face. Luke Wilson is his style icon, as you can see above. So he just went through a long hair phase recently and seriously wore this headband exactly like this all the time. Just a couple of days ago he shaved it all off though. No more styling it to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vinny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caprianni&lt;/span&gt; (or whatever you called yourself). So here are some pics from when we were in Tahoe with Grant, a day in the life if you will. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842013556671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJeIQGVAyI/AAAAAAAAEEI/kzhIMTfu3vw/s400/20080511_3504weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First off a bike ride. Grant had to wear this big funny helmet that he got at a garage sale for 1 dollar the day before, and ride a bike that is way too small for him. Before we biked down to the river we biked to a garage sale down the street, where Grant found something he really wanted...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224839427770376722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbxvS1YhI/AAAAAAAAEDw/M0dMYMU59Uw/s400/20080511_3506weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This mini motorcycle. Of course he had to pull a jean jacket from off the rack at their garage sale and pose on the bike.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224839430839318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbx6uhuJI/AAAAAAAAED4/2hM1CEZUw8Y/s400/20080511_3512weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224839430582659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbx5xValI/AAAAAAAAEEA/dRFNAiA1v0g/s400/20080511_3518weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Than on to the river. I came around one corner behind Grant and this is how I found him. He totally biffed it. I am glad he went first.  Good thing he had that helmet! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838756331964562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbKp_cSJI/AAAAAAAAEDY/yHPVY85LTyo/s400/20080510_3621weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then he asked Jacob to play "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;supercalifragilisticexpealidocious&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "horse". I can't remember who won, but this was one of the shots to bounce it down between your legs while you jumped of course and make it into the basket.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838762183722498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbK_ynBgI/AAAAAAAAEDg/-6D5pX3Fw8U/s400/20080510_3721weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Being the tease that he is he had all the little kids doing things for him, retrieving balls and the like and than saying they got a dollar for each time. They all had their running totals and were so excited that Uncle Grant was going to give them 52 dollars or 102 dollars etc.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dallen&lt;/span&gt; and Leah (the two flanking him and you can tell they are pestering him about what amount they were up to) are our two serious ones in the family. They were really mad when they found out it wasn't for real, and Grant really didn't have any money to give. They decided to sue him and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; be the judge and hear the arguments. Leah insisted that if he didn't give her the money he would have to buy her a cell phone ( I know, that makes no sense). She just couldn't let it go. I can't remember what the final judgement was, but I think Grant just declared bankruptcy. ha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838761280395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJbK8bPWkI/AAAAAAAAEDo/b0xeWseRR4Q/s400/20080510_3723weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; sends him in to help me make dinner in the kitchen (in other words so he wouldn't be bothering her). He proceeded to do little helpful things like throw food at my knife as I was dicing things, so it would be diced too. He can be very tiresome sometimes. ha ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more random facts... He worked at outback steakhouse as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Waiter&lt;/span&gt; while going to school, and would always get the most tips because he is so entertaining. He would always have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; name on his name tag. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grantholomew&lt;/span&gt; was one of them. What were your others Grant? He was always in the running for winner of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume contest. One time he came in a full on 70's snow skiing outfit. Tight flared leggings and even unbuckled old ski boots. He clanked around all night. What are some of the others? Grant may have to do a guest post on my blog. He currently works for the city of Provo, UT where he spends all day entertaining all the old men that work there. They love him. In fact Grant is well loved wherever he goes. Not for his stylish ways, although people do love that too (especially his track jacket collection). Not for his sense of humor, although they love that too. And really not for his looks. ha ha. It is because he really has a good and kind heart and would do anything for you. He is really smart and a hard worker too. What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; is that usually you marry your opposite, but Kelly married someone who is just as crazy as her. She says it is because no one else could handle them. They understand each other. Well, I am just glad he is my brother. My kids can't stop talking about him since we spent a week with them. We all keep imitating all the ways that he calls to their dog penny. Seriously he has 30 names for her and songs. So, we miss you grant and wish you lived nearer. Even Dave who doesn't like to be around anyone more than his computer gets all excited when he gets to hang out with you. He is so relaxed and happy when he gets to hang out with you. so was this post good enough? Are you happy? Are you feeling the love? Now I expect you to do a post about me. I know, I know you did do a post that had a picture of a lady with kids giving the bird that looks just like me after you learned that my kids can't read your blog because it isn't "G" rated. ha ha. My favorite thing you ever put on was this...... I think I will get a couple friends and do this for the next ward talent show. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oaxl3XTgDo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-8137402021178487149?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8137402021178487149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8137402021178487149' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8137402021178487149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8137402021178487149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/grantholomew.html' title='Grantholomew'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIJayNP2svI/AAAAAAAAECo/6jnIzgIoHdk/s72-c/20080510_3551weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-131398924908378567</id><published>2008-07-17T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:51.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA21DU8O5I/AAAAAAAAEBY/_jamt6kE-uw/s1600-h/20080405_2272weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224234991287394994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2C57Z4rI/AAAAAAAAEA4/o40XMORB2dU/s400/20080405_2197erbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How about with some of my favorite images from one of my favorite photo shoots. I seriously need to update my photography blog. I am way way behind. Being out of town for a month will do that. Plus, I have so many fun pics to share from my trip. So here is a teaser. Lots more on the way. Photography is so exciting to me, I can't really express it. I just love images that evoke emotion in me. Any image that shows a loving relationship gets me every time. That is what I hope my images do for the families that I photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA21RtMwdI/AAAAAAAAEBg/1fP0O1BbRO0/s1600-h/20080405_2208webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224235856663724498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA21RtMwdI/AAAAAAAAEBg/1fP0O1BbRO0/s400/20080405_2208webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224234995429121042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2DJW3nBI/AAAAAAAAEBA/tzE4wjD2vW4/s400/20080405_2165weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA21vhX76I/AAAAAAAAEBo/nC71ERTbb6U/s1600-h/20080405_2324webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224235864667189154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA21vhX76I/AAAAAAAAEBo/nC71ERTbb6U/s400/20080405_2324webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother was so cute with his new little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA214zMRLI/AAAAAAAAEBw/4_UjBbn5Qnk/s1600-h/20080405_2417webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA23gk79GI/AAAAAAAAEB4/dJkxj830q8k/s1600-h/20080405_2276webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224235895015339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA23gk79GI/AAAAAAAAEB4/dJkxj830q8k/s400/20080405_2276webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2DWkrFNI/AAAAAAAAEBI/uQvkxfn_L9Q/s1600-h/20080405_2317webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224234998976681170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2DWkrFNI/AAAAAAAAEBI/uQvkxfn_L9Q/s400/20080405_2317webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2DiSrMOI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/P39Zm3dkUCM/s1600-h/20080405_2215weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224235002122416354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2DiSrMOI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/P39Zm3dkUCM/s400/20080405_2215weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister may still be on the fence as to whether this new baby thing is gonna work. SO CUTE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224239142873691586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA50jytdcI/AAAAAAAAECI/1I-rFI4Cu2c/s400/20080405_2255webvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WElcome to the wOrld baby AXel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-131398924908378567?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/131398924908378567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=131398924908378567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/131398924908378567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/131398924908378567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SIA2C57Z4rI/AAAAAAAAEA4/o40XMORB2dU/s72-c/20080405_2197erbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4011900108147012933</id><published>2008-06-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:54.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214582013040540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3qtntsO1I/AAAAAAAAD-w/WsSHEmgOt_o/s400/20080330_1370cweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So here are a few before I leave out of town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kord&lt;/span&gt; and Brittany's wedding. Here is the first passionate embrace as man and wife. These two can kiss, let me tell you. Have you noticed how many kissing pictures I have of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, i will be fair, I do egg them on. I love it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214582051715294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3qv3yeI4I/AAAAAAAAD_A/40WUNBEAuGI/s400/20080330_1655webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen. Right in the middle of the reception, on their own, Brittany's daughter, youngest sister, and some other little girls knelt down in a circle and prayed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brittany&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kord&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if anyone but me even noticed them. They weren't trying to draw attention to themselves. They just quietly bowed their heads and gave the sweetest prayer that their marriage would be a happy one. I was the only one who heard the prayer. What a beautiful thing to witness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214586061889785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3uZS2kzyI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/PGxRMcclMEw/s400/20080330_1768weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just had to get some fun pictures outside of the cultural hall. It was almost sunset and I made them leave the reception and just go next to the church where there was just a big open just planted field. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of brown dirt doesn't seem appropriate for a wedding, but I had a vision. They turned out just how I was thinking. I love them. Even cooler there was a red semi parked along the road. What a great prop!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214583350750648018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r7fEoltI/AAAAAAAAD_4/dhZnSVhKZDM/s400/20080330_1743webbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3uYCb3lbI/AAAAAAAAEAA/PGmMkbwwZhE/s1600-h/20080330_1429webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580777723141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3pltzEnOI/AAAAAAAAD-g/jYZc_KwZcPk/s400/20080330_1701weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214586057848416562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3uZDzCaTI/AAAAAAAAEAI/4YeSd2HP_OM/s400/20080330_1717weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3ubQpIFQI/AAAAAAAAEAY/pXhMwNJVBd8/s1600-h/20080330_1837weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214586095656244482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3ubQpIFQI/AAAAAAAAEAY/pXhMwNJVBd8/s400/20080330_1837weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3ucdUgfWI/AAAAAAAAEAg/KxSx6G0c_Uc/s1600-h/20080330_1067webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following this theme, I took pictures of her shoes and their rings. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r5M2hFPI/AAAAAAAAD_g/KdKfPgUddss/s1600-h/20080330_1851weba+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214583311499859186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r5M2hFPI/AAAAAAAAD_g/KdKfPgUddss/s400/20080330_1851weba+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r6Fj9a8I/AAAAAAAAD_o/eB-IX2pCZik/s1600-h/20080330_1717weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r66CLBFI/AAAAAAAAD_w/2syJ6dzB1m4/s1600-h/20080330_1737weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214583340808209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r66CLBFI/AAAAAAAAD_w/2syJ6dzB1m4/s400/20080330_1737weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3qzoGzc4I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/rTiDbhOvBcI/s1600-h/20080330_1734weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214582116225086338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3qzoGzc4I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/rTiDbhOvBcI/s400/20080330_1734weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3phVQmCYI/AAAAAAAAD-I/LwVX398MmBo/s1600-h/20080330_1810weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580702416603522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3phVQmCYI/AAAAAAAAD-I/LwVX398MmBo/s400/20080330_1810weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is so cool.  You just have to click and enlarge for the full effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3pjEA7IRI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/GX1gHtmK_iQ/s1600-h/20080330_1789weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580732147212562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3pjEA7IRI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/GX1gHtmK_iQ/s400/20080330_1789weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kord&lt;/span&gt;....who kisses better? How wonderful to become a dad to a sweet little girl and marry her beautiful mama on the same day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214582032015370146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3quuZpJ6I/AAAAAAAAD-4/zFnMmswtbxs/s400/20080330_1441webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214580751527471410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3pkMNiaTI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/dRkN4VRbZdg/s400/20080330_1443webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys...While Brittany is no longer single and available, she still has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;two younger&lt;/span&gt; sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214583286842766962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3r3w_ztnI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/Iso9pxwv1uo/s400/20080330_1865weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214593296818767378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF30-bEEBhI/AAAAAAAAEAo/XNrTxt0epdo/s400/20080330_1245weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4011900108147012933?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4011900108147012933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4011900108147012933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4011900108147012933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4011900108147012933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-here-are-few-before-i-leave-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SF3qtntsO1I/AAAAAAAAD-w/WsSHEmgOt_o/s72-c/20080330_1370cweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4588614324486370956</id><published>2008-06-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:54.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't this look so cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFlzRxOY-XI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/ebz4iESNZa8/s1600-h/20080422_3149webbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213324792766724466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFlzRxOY-XI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/ebz4iESNZa8/s400/20080422_3149webbbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click on image to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;....and Ali, i haven't forgotten you. Your images will be ready by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4588614324486370956?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4588614324486370956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4588614324486370956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4588614324486370956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4588614324486370956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/doesnt-this-look-so-cool.html' title='Doesn&apos;t this look so cool!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFlzRxOY-XI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/ebz4iESNZa8/s72-c/20080422_3149webbbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3893525627613638191</id><published>2008-06-17T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:55.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's day festivities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213065719116554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFiHpsq1YXI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/mKlpv2G4mGs/s400/20080421_3164weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFiHpPAyNHI/AAAAAAAAD74/LOGNd536jvw/s1600-h/20080421_3158weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so proud of this breakfast that I made, I can't stand it. Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brulee&lt;/span&gt; french toast, sausage and juice! It seriously was one of the best meals I have ever eaten. Breakfast food is very important to me. Going out to breakfast for my family growing up and for me today is one of my biggest treats. Nothing has topped yet the breakfast buffet at the Ritz Carlton in Cancun, Mexico. I am going back there someday just for that breakfast. It was incredible. Anyway, I digress. I got this recipe off of &lt;a href="http://mandeegrant.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandee's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;blog (my sister's sister in law. That sounds more confusing than it is). She had a recipe contest and this one was submitted by &lt;a href="http://pimpmydinner.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alifinale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; I say that she wins! When I saw the recipe, I just knew that this would definitely make me the best wife ever, since Dave's favorite dessert is creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brulee&lt;/span&gt;. So are you dying for the recipe yet? Yes, I will share.&lt;br /&gt;...Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brulee&lt;/span&gt; French Toast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter,&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 loaf of Texas toast (thick sliced bread)&lt;br /&gt;5 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups half and half cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;in a small saucepan melt butter, brown sugar, and corn syrup over medium heat until smooth, stirring occasionally. Pour mixture into large, greased jelly roll pan (cookie sheet) Spread to cover completely. Place 12 slices Texas toast bread in a single layer to cover pan. mix together eggs, cream, salt, and vanilla. Spoon mixture over each piece of bread. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes. remove from the pan and serve. If not serving immediately, turn each slice over( this will prevent bread from sticking to the bottom of the pan.)&lt;br /&gt;Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brulee&lt;/span&gt; syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP white corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;boil together over medium heat for 7-10 Minutes stirring constantly&lt;br /&gt;after you remove from the heat&lt;br /&gt;add:1 tsp vanilla1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213065712549494898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFiHpUNIAHI/AAAAAAAAD8I/TFFlzzjydt0/s400/20080421_3169weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't you love Dave's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poofy&lt;/span&gt; hair in this picture. ha ha. He has gotten it cut since than. The girls want to know how far up it will poof if he lets it grow long. I don't think we will try that experiment. Above is a picture of the two twins. Leah has so many of Dave's expressions and mannerisms. Lizzie found two pictures where Dave and Leah (at 3) have the same expression on their face. It was so funny, and that Lizzie found two separate pictures and noticed that. She is very observant and is constantly pointing out things that the rest of us don't notice. Yes, she is very smart, but of course still can't read. ha.&lt;br /&gt;The best gift that I gave Dave was my desire to really live by a budget. His gifts that I bought were 50 cent puzzles from the goodwill store. You should have seen the joy in his face! That night the kids did a puzzle with Dave while I read from "The Book of Virtues" by William J. Bennett ( a steal at 2 dollars from the goodwill). I want to be like the families before they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Gathered around in the evening reading and such. Shall I have the girls start doing needlework as I read? smile. It does sound heavenly to me. We just canceled cable. We're done. I can't take the grossness anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Another item of note is on Sunday I was released as Relief Society President. I have known for about a month. It was time. It has been one of the sweetest and growing experiences of my life. I am so grateful, but also so ready to move on. I feel so strongly that I need to really devote more time to my family. In fact I spoke on that subject on Sunday in church. Time really is our most precious commodity. I am determined to not waste the precious time that I have on this earth. I used Alma chapter 34 from the Book of Mormon as the basis of my talk. We are here for a purpose and have work to do. We can't let the world convince us otherwise, and squander our time away. So for a refresher, i highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you reading that chapter. As the world gets more wicked we need to be all the more vigilant. I am definitely "circling the wagons"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3893525627613638191?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3893525627613638191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3893525627613638191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3893525627613638191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3893525627613638191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-festivities.html' title='Father&apos;s day festivities.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFiHpsq1YXI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/mKlpv2G4mGs/s72-c/20080421_3164weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7212706282158859398</id><published>2008-06-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:55.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an editing maniac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFN7206Z_xI/AAAAAAAAD7w/g0UP-quf9eY/s1600-h/20080330_1250b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211645375644565266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFN7206Z_xI/AAAAAAAAD7w/g0UP-quf9eY/s400/20080330_1250b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o.k. so I took way too many pictures at B &amp;amp;K's wedding.  At least 1500 I think.  Why did I do that to myself.  I know that I can't just throw out good pictures.  I need to play with all of them.  Look how cute this one is.  This is Brittany's youngest sister.  Isn't she gorgeous?!  I love the sisterly play going on here.  So fun!  I have been up late every night editing and I am probably only half way through.  Can't wait to show the rest.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,  I also need to report on my being kinder goal.  I did so much better today.  I realized that what I needed to work harder on and be more conscious of is when I discipline.  To take them aside and do it kindly.  I can't believe how much better this day was.  I guess the girls are kinder when I am kinder.  Who would have thunk it? ha.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to driving school tomorrow.  Can't wait (yeah, that was serious sarcasm).  I have to pay 200 dollars for my personal photo shoot from the police.  The picture of me running that red light is pretty flattering. ha ha. off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7212706282158859398?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7212706282158859398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7212706282158859398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7212706282158859398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7212706282158859398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='i am an editing maniac.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFN7206Z_xI/AAAAAAAAD7w/g0UP-quf9eY/s72-c/20080330_1250b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1003396136625009412</id><published>2008-06-12T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:55.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a little sunshine for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFIQI7KIVpI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_Nu0QiHPJ9I/s1600-h/20080401_1953weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211245464326264466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFIQI7KIVpI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_Nu0QiHPJ9I/s400/20080401_1953weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this little girl lights up my life. I snapped this as I was out watching the kids swim and she plopped down on me and hugged my knees. I love her sweet soul. I wish you could have heard her sweet prayer tonight. I always want to tape record my kid's prayers, but that just doesn't seem right. ha. For some time she has been praying that our sins would be healthy. I tried to explain to her how that doesn't make sense. She explained what she means tonight. It was very clear in her thinking that you want to take the things that you do wrong and make them good things. She was using her little hands as she explained it to me. It was so cute. She always prays every time that her Aunt Kelly will have a baby. She always tells Heavenly Father that she is so happy that she was sent to such a loving and caring family. I know, melts my heart every time. Makes me cry even now to think of it. Every thing she says is so sincere and isn't something that she has heard us say before. She speaks from the heart. I just can't believe how strong these spirits are that are coming to earth. Kids can be so naughty, but really I feel like when I am mad at them it is usually me just being irritable, and not taking the time for them. That is always my prayer as a mom that I can treat them all day with the feelings I have for them when I hear them pray. It is so easy to forget in the moment and talk harshly or in irritation. All i can do I guess is keep praying, keep trying. That reminds me... I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; today at work and right as he picked up I was saying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; in frustration, "just stop talking!" Dave thought that shouldn't be the first thing that I say to a person when I call them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow I will be perfect in everything I say, I am sure of it. smile. Seriously, I think I will try. I will report back tomorrow. I have a feeling this will be very humbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-1003396136625009412?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1003396136625009412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1003396136625009412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1003396136625009412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1003396136625009412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-little-sunshine-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a little sunshine for you.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFIQI7KIVpI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_Nu0QiHPJ9I/s72-c/20080401_1953weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1321177134834160622</id><published>2008-06-12T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:56.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th grade promotion &amp; why Jacob is bummed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFDecpUawQI/AAAAAAAAD7I/W9upHSKgpjo/s1600-h/20080404_2017weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210909352576860418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFDecpUawQI/AAAAAAAAD7I/W9upHSKgpjo/s400/20080404_2017weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFDedNm7ANI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/Am7cOHSQdFw/s1600-h/20080404_2114weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210909362318147794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFDedNm7ANI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/Am7cOHSQdFw/s400/20080404_2114weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; face. Very unusual to see that face on Jacob when we are out to eat at one of his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;. (I can't believe that my kids even have favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;, so spoiled). Anyway, what( you may ask) does Jacob have to be sad about? I'll tell you what. He is the only eighth grade kid that didn't get a cell phone for promotion (if they didn't already have one of course). Isn't that crazy? I don't even know where to begin on the whole cell phone subject. It is just one more way in which kids can tune out what is going on around them and really living. Why give them one more thing that is a temptation, and that they have to use good judgement to control. I totally understand Jacob's feelings. It can be hard to be the only one at anything, but I hope he gets our reasoning deep down. I do think there are good reasons for some kids to have a cell phone at his age. Unfortunately, none apply to him. He doesn't like to talk on the phone, he is always with me, or I know exactly where he is. He doesn't drive or work. He lives with both of his parents. So there just aren't any reasons to justify the down side of having a phone. For example, it costs money. It can be a temptation to text at inappropriate (my family says inappropriate is my favorite word) times. For example during school and church. Bad things can be sent to his phone. My friend was telling me how a girl sent a picture of herself without clothing on to a couple of boys. As you can imagine, that was sent to everyone in the school really quick. I could go on and on. I just feel that our kids are already up against so much, why add to it. Yes, they need to be strong and be able to make good choices, and we do teach him what is right. But that doesn't mean that we give him easy access to pornography, alcohol, drugs etc. and say that he needs to be able to make good choices. We are human, and so many adults can't even have self restraint. Teenagers already have a life full of more and more responsibility that they are having to deal with. Growing up is hard. Learning who you are, and making decisions for their future, struggling with self confidence, and self esteem. I am so rambling. But I am from the school of thought that you teach your kids to do what is right and enforce it. They need all the help they can get. Kids need and want boundaries. It makes them feel safe. That is why it is harder as they get older. They need to take on more and more personal responsibility for making those boundaries and choices on their own, and that can be really tough. I wish sometimes that someone was making me go to bed on time every night so I will be well rested. Or making me eat healthy and exercise. It is hard to have discipline. If we can't do it, how can we expect our children to have the discipline to make all the right decisions. Crazy if you ask me. That is like putting a cookie jar in front of a two year old and telling him not to take any cookies, and than being surprised when they do. Or thinking they are naughty if they do. So that is why Jacob doesn't have a cell phone, or at least I am not providing one for him. If he wants to earn the money and pay for it that is fine with me. That means he feels he really needs it. But of course he doesn't want to do that. So he really is a teenager. But don't worry, his sadness only lasted until the pizza came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-1321177134834160622?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1321177134834160622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1321177134834160622' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1321177134834160622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1321177134834160622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/8th-grade-promotion-why-jacob-is-bummed.html' title='8th grade promotion &amp; why Jacob is bummed'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SFDecpUawQI/AAAAAAAAD7I/W9upHSKgpjo/s72-c/20080404_2017weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2041550909719846854</id><published>2008-06-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:59.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FANTABULOUS NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUAyRTe2I/AAAAAAAAD6o/jrMSmnVN310/s1600-h/20080413_2543a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209771978920262498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUAyRTe2I/AAAAAAAAD6o/jrMSmnVN310/s400/20080413_2543a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on pictures to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I posted about DJ being baptized a year ago? Well guess what happened this weekend? He and Christine went to the temple and were married for time and all eternity. SWEET! What made the event all the sweeter was knowing that Christine is pregnant (which is a total miracle because she was told by her doctors that she could never have children) and this baby will now be sealed to them for forever. DJ and Christine weren't able to have their parents or siblings with them in the temple, which is hard. But take a look at the love that surrounded them that day. That is one of the cool things about the gospel. You definitely will always be surrounded by people who love and care about you and would do anything for you. Sounds like family to me!!! WE LOVE YOU DJ &amp;amp; CHRISTINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUBFvsTtI/AAAAAAAAD6w/sVaIzmCIEgg/s1600-h/20080413_2541weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209771984147992274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUBFvsTtI/AAAAAAAAD6w/sVaIzmCIEgg/s400/20080413_2541weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUBrDwb4I/AAAAAAAAD64/JHvNfDBvCc4/s1600-h/20080413_2539weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209771994164260738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUBrDwb4I/AAAAAAAAD64/JHvNfDBvCc4/s400/20080413_2539weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the temple changes us in many ways........ some things never change. ha ha. WE all so Love the kid in you DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUB5cst2I/AAAAAAAAD7A/FYdk2PTspgE/s1600-h/20080413_2537weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209771998026970978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUB5cst2I/AAAAAAAAD7A/FYdk2PTspgE/s400/20080413_2537weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Count on us to always be cheering you on!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2041550909719846854?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2041550909719846854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2041550909719846854' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2041550909719846854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2041550909719846854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/fantabulous-news.html' title='FANTABULOUS NEWS!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEzUAyRTe2I/AAAAAAAAD6o/jrMSmnVN310/s72-c/20080413_2543a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2350028841091481869</id><published>2008-06-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:00.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amelia lyon wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtJSTriA3I/AAAAAAAAD3A/wuHTB1BSmG8/s1600-h/20080330_0976webba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209337972853441394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtJSTriA3I/AAAAAAAAD3A/wuHTB1BSmG8/s400/20080330_0976webba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtF8UdGOnI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Oh4Kzw_97Ss/s1600-h/20080330_0665weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209334296569330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtF8UdGOnI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Oh4Kzw_97Ss/s400/20080330_0665weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, I tried editing these in the Amelia Lyon style. i love how they turned out. What do you think? Google her gals if you don't know who she is. I love her photography.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Lisa, the pictures are done and I will be mailing them on monday. I hope you love them as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah, and I wanted to show how I used my new chair I bought. Everyone loved it and wanted their picture taken in it. I was happy to oblige.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336233941602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtHtFupEEI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/1mD7SvrLz8E/s400/20080330_0526weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336272036766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtHvTpPJEI/AAAAAAAAD24/QqBOPUdP7pM/s400/20080330_0680weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336265155880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtHu6AtJjI/AAAAAAAAD2o/Ow4Y62gdzac/s400/20080330_0561bwebaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336266835070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtHvARDj7I/AAAAAAAAD2w/jzl5h3JCYMs/s400/20080330_0699weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336241620772882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtHtiVf6BI/AAAAAAAAD2g/GWo0xJAzLek/s400/20080330_0532webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, and more are over on the photography blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2350028841091481869?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2350028841091481869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2350028841091481869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2350028841091481869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2350028841091481869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/amelia-lyon-wannabe.html' title='amelia lyon wannabe'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEtJSTriA3I/AAAAAAAAD3A/wuHTB1BSmG8/s72-c/20080330_0976webba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3372267954814141691</id><published>2008-06-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:18:39.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news</title><content type='html'>I had a miscarriage. I felt sad, but not for long because I really do love the babies I already have and enjoy loving on them all day long. It sure was fun to be glowy happy for a while though. It felt really good, I must admit. What now? I don't know.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3372267954814141691?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3372267954814141691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3372267954814141691' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3372267954814141691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3372267954814141691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/sad-news.html' title='sad news'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-8876100374009935702</id><published>2008-06-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:01.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning regimen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208147789546305314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcO0hWktyI/AAAAAAAAD1o/2hpSoY2KghE/s400/20080408_2502weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I told the kids that this summer they are going to workout every morning with me.  To get them in the habit of exercising regularly, keep me motivated, and have fun together.  First morning,  a Jane Fonda tape.  My favorite from the 80's.  I did it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, had my mom tape record it for me on my mission (i had it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memorized&lt;/span&gt;, and led the other sisters), and it helped get my baby weight off time and time again.  I love this tape.  The kids die laughing at what they are wearing on the tape so when I called them to come and workout, this is how they arrived.  Total 80's attire.  Jacob tried to copy the guy he is pointing to on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.  He cut off a t-shirt, tied a sock around his head, put on Dave's air force PT shorts (that they always make fun of him in for being to short), and Rebecca's leg warmers.  I actually think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; looks really cute. smile.  What fun kids I have.  We had a total blast singing with "Leslie Lillian" on the tape "There's so much more, to you than meets the eye."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Too&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcPrBWkt0I/AAAAAAAAD14/HHUkEHtYkV8/s1600-h/20080408_2507weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148725849175874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcPrBWkt0I/AAAAAAAAD14/HHUkEHtYkV8/s400/20080408_2507weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "this bone the pubic bone is curled up towards your navel."  Jane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fonda&lt;/span&gt; says that like 50 times on the tape.  We also like when she says, "pretend you are a scorpion curling up it's tail" (when we are doing buttock tucks). &lt;br /&gt;If you don't have this tape I am sure you can find it at DI for a quarter.  I think I like it more for nostalgic purposes though.  But I swear, it really does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcPSRWktzI/AAAAAAAAD1w/fPeTjkaz3VE/s1600-h/20080408_2503weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148300647413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcPSRWktzI/AAAAAAAAD1w/fPeTjkaz3VE/s400/20080408_2503weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has promised to have Jacob whipped into shape by the end of summer. Watch out ladies at Valley Vista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;.  ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-8876100374009935702?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/8876100374009935702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=8876100374009935702' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8876100374009935702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/8876100374009935702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-regimen.html' title='morning regimen'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEcO0hWktyI/AAAAAAAAD1o/2hpSoY2KghE/s72-c/20080408_2502weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3100269032335688515</id><published>2008-06-01T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:01.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOTQxWktuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/oJbfLO9BkpE/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080314_0182weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207167510505633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOTQxWktuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/oJbfLO9BkpE/s400/cruise+may+08_20080314_0182weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOTRRWktvI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/XpCscSYdCSg/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080314_0168weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207167519095568114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOTRRWktvI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/XpCscSYdCSg/s400/cruise+may+08_20080314_0168weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " You asked for it....you got it...toyotaaaaaaaaa."(Who can name what movie that comes from? it is one of my favorite comedy/love stories) Anyway, there have been some requests for cruise photos. They will probably be slow in coming because I have a lot of editing to do this week. In Antigua (pronounced antiga by the natives) we raced around the whole island on an incredibly fast boat powered by these three bad boys. It was awesome. We saw some pretty amazing sites like the one above. Dave wanted to move into that shack on the water. It was used as a guard station to protect the stingrays. Right there is where we swam with them and held them. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207171985861555970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOXVRWktwI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/cLNLdI2rOEE/s400/cruise+may+08_20080314_0192weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't they look huge and scary! They really aren't. They are so soft and beautiful creatures actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207171994451490578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOXVxWktxI/AAAAAAAAD1g/jR9nib66tRc/s400/cruise+may+08_20080314_0196weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we stopped for lunch. Not bad huh? It was a pretty sweet day. So was today by the way. I had a really beautiful experience teaching in relief society today. Will elaborate more on that later. off to bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I am so frustrated by my computer. It is going so so slow. Does anyone know how to resolve that? I may be calling the geek squad tomorrow. I couldn't believe that my computer geek husband couldn't fix it. He said that my technology impairing powers are too much for even him to take on. Or something to that effect. It really is true. I have some sort of energy about me that messes up computers. I have amazed many by my powers. Look at that I have two super hero powers now. What should I call myself? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3100269032335688515?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3100269032335688515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3100269032335688515' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3100269032335688515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3100269032335688515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/06/antigua.html' title='Antigua'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEOTQxWktuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/oJbfLO9BkpE/s72-c/cruise+may+08_20080314_0182weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2696361540048826737</id><published>2008-05-31T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:02.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEGIfWv7V3I/AAAAAAAAD1A/uik_QxU0aSk/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206592716480927602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEGIfWv7V3I/AAAAAAAAD1A/uik_QxU0aSk/s400/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smells are very important to me in my life. I am being serious. I am a very sensory person. Smells can make or break my mood. My husband calls me and my sisters sensory super heroes, because that is our incredible gift (and fault, ha). I don't think the "League of Justice" is really looking for a sensory super hero to join them. ha ha. Do you remember that cartoon back in the day. It can be a curse. Like I go absolutely crazy around cigarette smoke. I seriously can't handle it. Anyway, I have so many many favorites. I want to document them for posterity, and before smells start making me throw up. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. One of my absolute favorites.....water on dirty pavement. I guess it is the smell of water and dirt. It can be from rain or the sprinkler on a hot day. It totally reminds me of when I was little in So. Cal and laying out on the hot cement in my bathing suit with the sprinklers on in our front yard oscillating back and forth. My girls know this about me. One time when we were bike riding in Tahoe I made them ride back and forth in front of one house through the sprinklers that were on and coming out onto the road. Nothing says summer like that smell. Of course rain has a similar affect, I always open all the window and doors when it rains. It is intoxicating. I don't understand why people need drugs and alcohol for a high. There are so many things in this life that give me a healthy high. smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The smell of clean hotel linens. I am sure you know why that is a euphoric memory for me. VACATION and rest from the stresses of daily life. I sleep so good when I am on vacation. I love that feeling of being alone with Dave, reading in bed together (and such-smile) not a care in the world. So peaceful and restful. It is usually hard to get out of bed, I fight through it though to get out on the beach, ha. Which leads to another favorite ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The beach. Who could not love the smell of the beach? Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Of course one of every one's favorites... chocolate chip cookies baking. To me the smell means cozy family time. We always made them growing up on Sunday nights and cozied together and watched murder she wrote. It is one of our favorite family traditions with my siblings when we are together. Good thing we added Grant to the family who's family owned a cookie shop and could teach us the absolutely best recipe ever and all the secrets to perfect chocolate chippers. That is the real reason that Kelly married you grant. No that isn't completely true your impression of a gorilla put you over the top by a mile. ha ha. Remember how my Mom would beg for you to do it and then totally scream and be scared of you.  I haven't seen you do that in awhile. Start practicing we will be there in a couple of weeks. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I can't leave out the smell of turkey on thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is one of the most heartwarming days of the year. All goodness is wrapped up in that smell. So who wants to come here for thanksgiving this year? C'mon how can you resist adding the hot tub into your football schedule. We'll be out shopping (for baby clothes, smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. This is the funny one. I love the smell of coffee. Which is funny because I have never drank coffee in my life, but it reminds me of my Grandma Crepps house. Which is one of the best places on earth. The moment you walk in her house you feel the love and coziness. I think maybe she started the whole cozy thing. Some of my best and happiest memories are going to my Grandma's house for Sunday dinner. She is the best cook. I would love to just sit up at her bar overlooking the cooking area watching her cook, talk and laugh with my mom. Oh, how I love her laugh (that will be on the favorite sounds list. smile). I will never forget the smell or taste of her homemade noodles that she served over mashed potatoes with a chicken sauce. My dad always begged her for that low carb dinner. ha. It was seriously so good. Than the feeling of being full, tired, happy, and completely content as we piled into the station wagon at night to go home. Everyone would instantly fall asleep. I would always wait though until we drove off the mountain. She lived at the top on Mt. Baldy in So. Cal. and the view at night of the whole valley as we drove down the hill was awesome. Than, I would allow myself to drop off to the perfect happy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A smell that I have come to love in my adult years is the smell of Lavender. About 6 years ago, I first found my love for yoga. The sweet peace it brings my often anxiety filled mind is nothing short of miraculous. The smell of lavender is now linked with the feeling of total peace and relaxation. Namaste. Using essential oils is opening up so many other smells that bring that same feeling. Is it no wonder that I am obsessed with them now that you know I am a sensory super hero. Smells can be seriously mind altering, and so many are legal. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I know I have said it before, but nothing is better than the smell of my kids. i like to nuzzle into their necks and just drink them in. Especially when they have just gotten out of the bath. They all know to come straight to me after they bathe for a smell inspection. I just love that clean baby smell. Yes they are still my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. OK this is funny. I love the smell of Dave when it is hot outside and he is all hot and sweaty. I bet you don't hear many women saying that. It reminds me of when we were first dating. It was summer and we would go and play tennis all the time. Of course we would meet often at the net for a kiss or two. We needed to congratulate each other when we had a good shot right? ha. I don't miss Dave's short (by today's standard) fluorescent green shorts he wore. Of course I had a pair of yellow ones. Makes me cringe, but it went well with my permed hair. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Last but not least the smell of freshly laundered clothing. I don't wear perfume, it is too strong for my sensitive sense of smell (ha), but I love the smell of clean clothes. OK so that doesn't count as a new one that is just like clean hotel linens. So I will share my favorite lotion. I believe it is my signature smell. ha ha. I love the smell of Avon's soft and sensual lotion. I can't get enough of it. Usually I get tired of things. Like all of my obsession kicks that I get on for awhile, but this is different. It has become my smell. Maybe someday it will be on the list of one of kids favorite smells. Because I am sure they will be making such lists, since I have passed on my super powers. Jacob will I am sure be getting a call or letter soon to attend "sky high" with all the other super hero children. I am just afraid he will be a side kick. ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206581528091121506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEF-UGv7V2I/AAAAAAAAD04/4gjxpBLiO30/s400/IMG_0376+(rev+0)weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here is a picture of me with my perfect Grandma (my mom's mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW YOU MUST COMMENT and LIST ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE SMELLS. I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW ONES TO TRY. SEE, ISN'T LIFE SO EXCITING! smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I keep thinking of more as I read your comments.  I must add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  An ode to bath and body.  About every five years I allow myself to go in that heavenly place and spend hours smelling everything and leave with a huge bag of new goodies.  I am still savoring all my coconut lime verbena stuff (lotions, sugar salt scrubs etc.)  I love the smell of lime.  Coconut too.  Hawaiian tropic suntan lotion is also one of the best smells on earth.  Slather it on.  Nothing relaxes me more. Of course because I associate it with soaking up the sun, laying on a lounge chair, and reading a good brainless novel while I listen to the sounds of the ocean waves. Heaven!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  Teri writing Christmas trees (which I love) reminded me of another of my favorites.  When we first get to lake Tahoe and step out of the car and the overwhelming pine aroma.  It is so incredible.  It is worth the drive just to smell it.  I am sure it is all the fresh clean air with it too.  I love to just sit out on the porch and read while drinking it in.  Also, while you are there find a huge Jeffrey pine and smell it.  They smell like a candy shop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure I will be adding more, but I am pretty sure i will not be adding horse manure to it Ali. ha ha.  Although I do understand, it is an earthy smell.  Rebecca loves it.  I just think of flies when I smell it.  i really haven't figure out a purpose for flies in this life yet.  I do agree with the smell of gasoline.  But that might come under one that is illegal. ha ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  I just thought of another.  A tire store.  I remember loving to go with my Dad to the tire store.  I could sit in there and smell all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2696361540048826737?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2696361540048826737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2696361540048826737' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2696361540048826737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2696361540048826737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/favorite-smells.html' title='favorite smells'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEGIfWv7V3I/AAAAAAAAD1A/uik_QxU0aSk/s72-c/DSC_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7001625339017797608</id><published>2008-05-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:02.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDTOmv7VzI/AAAAAAAAD0g/cb9Gz2z03IQ/s1600-h/20080405_2297webaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206393417113491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDTOmv7VzI/AAAAAAAAD0g/cb9Gz2z03IQ/s400/20080405_2297webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is one to wet your whistle.  CAn't wait til I have one of my own. smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDSDWv7VyI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/2maHIsiQ6JU/s1600-h/20080405_2297weba.jpg"&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/27352860-7001625339017797608?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7001625339017797608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7001625339017797608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7001625339017797608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7001625339017797608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-ali.html' title='For Ali'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDTOmv7VzI/AAAAAAAAD0g/cb9Gz2z03IQ/s72-c/20080405_2297webaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4038271806620381217</id><published>2008-05-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:02.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDEQ2v7VxI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/748ZAaxpqnk/s1600-h/april+08_20080420_0033weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206376963093780242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDEQ2v7VxI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/748ZAaxpqnk/s400/april+08_20080420_0033weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture is one of the coolest that I have ever seen. I love it so much! It was hanging on the wall in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; that we went to last night. Look at all the different expressions of the men. I love it! You can tell what kind of man, and how they feel about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt; by their expression. For example, look at the young good looking man's expression, compared to an older homely man. Each expression is so unique, but all tell a story of admiration and appreciation for something of beauty. I think that woman truly is God's most beautiful creation. I love how her uniqueness and beauty is emphasized by the drab surroundings. That really is what women do in this world. They create beauty wherever they are. I love her posture. One of strength and confidence, yet still very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt;. I could go on forever. What do you like about it? (Kelly this is the perfect time to quote "The Saint") Do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lauk&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4038271806620381217?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4038271806620381217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4038271806620381217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4038271806620381217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4038271806620381217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-of-women.html' title='the power of a woman'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SEDEQ2v7VxI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/748ZAaxpqnk/s72-c/april+08_20080420_0033weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5841465416353092631</id><published>2008-05-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:02.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GASP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SD7S_2v7VtI/AAAAAAAADzw/fKqaXTOAIQU/s1600-h/20080403_1943weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205830213756999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SD7S_2v7VtI/AAAAAAAADzw/fKqaXTOAIQU/s400/20080403_1943weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess the cruise was a little too much fun!  The name of our boat was the "Destiny Star".  What do you think?  If it is a girl should we name her that? ha.  (yes that is a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SD7TAWv7VuI/AAAAAAAADz4/_yrp7FmqFUM/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080314_0182weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SD7TAmv7VvI/AAAAAAAAD0A/cLGRl_JHe0c/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080314_0168weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5841465416353092631?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5841465416353092631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5841465416353092631' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5841465416353092631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5841465416353092631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/gasp.html' title='GASP!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SD7S_2v7VtI/AAAAAAAADzw/fKqaXTOAIQU/s72-c/20080403_1943weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4095728592692873943</id><published>2008-05-27T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDzyWJavCZI/AAAAAAAADzo/B4x2cVNQ9-Y/s1600-h/20080328_1006weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205301731632548242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDzyWJavCZI/AAAAAAAADzo/B4x2cVNQ9-Y/s400/20080328_1006weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDzs8pavCYI/AAAAAAAADzg/7cjYtg9zo4k/s1600-h/20080328_1012weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205295795987745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDzs8pavCYI/AAAAAAAADzg/7cjYtg9zo4k/s400/20080328_1012weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a woman that gets obsessed with food items for a period of time and than I move on to the next obsession.  Currently it is this meal.  Toast made from this incredible tasting bread, cream of wheat with brown sugar, and yummy orange juice (ok if you must know, tropicana pure premium with calcium.  Due to my lactose intolerance).   I could eat this every meal right now.  It just hits the spot!  In fact, I would love to have it right now, which means I better go to bed, since unlike a hobbit I am not allowed "elevensies."  But you know what I am going to have as soon as I wake up.  That will be my motivation to get out of bed. yum.  goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4095728592692873943?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4095728592692873943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4095728592692873943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4095728592692873943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4095728592692873943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/obsessions.html' title='obsessions.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDzyWJavCZI/AAAAAAAADzo/B4x2cVNQ9-Y/s72-c/20080328_1006weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3111087778894226850</id><published>2008-05-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:03.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"5"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDxoOJavCVI/AAAAAAAADzI/l1g_ktOgf1o/s1600-h/april+08_20080420_0032+copyweba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205149861588961618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDxoOJavCVI/AAAAAAAADzI/l1g_ktOgf1o/s400/april+08_20080420_0032+copyweba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDxoOZavCWI/AAAAAAAADzQ/ugBHW4AqkuE/s1600-h/april+08_20080420_0033weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205149865883928930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDxoOZavCWI/AAAAAAAADzQ/ugBHW4AqkuE/s400/april+08_20080420_0033weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is! Motivation on the way. I first heard of this book from &lt;a href="http://heidiswapp.typepad.com/"&gt;Heidi Swapp&lt;/a&gt;. She is such a super go getter.  Always has great ideas for setting goals etc.  My other favorite book "SHE" also came from the same publisher as this one...Compendium.  Their website is appropriately named &lt;a href="http://www.live-inspired.com/"&gt;www.live-inspired.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Watch out, you could be on that site for hours.  Back to the book "5".  The question it asks is, "Where will you be in five years?  It is a "play book" not workbook, for living life on purpose.  It celebrates the "want to's" the "choose-to's" and "I can't wait to's" in your life.  It leads you on the path to following your dreams because if you don't have a dream, how can you have a dream come true?  Helps you set goals because "If you aim at nothing, you will hit it every time!" (B.J. Marshall)  The hero in this book is YOU!!!  You are the hero of your own story.  Do you know how amazing you truly are????  How will you change the world?  How do you want to be remembered?  One of my favorite quotes in the book is by Diane Ackerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                 "I don't want to get to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;                  of my life and find that I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;                just the length of it.  I want to have                      lived the width of it as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't that awesome!!  The book only costs $15.oo.  It is so pretty and colorful that I don't want to write in it.  I read the book to Dave as we drove home from San Diego in March.  Even DAve was motivated and excited about life.  ha.  So remember......The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own.  No apologies or excuses.  No one to lean on, rely or blame.  The gift of life is yours-it is an amazing journey-and you alone are responsible for the quality of it!  So lets get to it ladies (and gentlemen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3111087778894226850?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3111087778894226850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3111087778894226850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3111087778894226850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3111087778894226850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/5.html' title='&quot;5&quot;'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDxoOJavCVI/AAAAAAAADzI/l1g_ktOgf1o/s72-c/april+08_20080420_0032+copyweba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7661454026700083784</id><published>2008-05-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:04.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ava &amp; trinati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204773905921673522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDsSSpavCTI/AAAAAAAADy4/E4x8LdlPHxA/s400/20080329_1003weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204838343316015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDtM5ZavCUI/AAAAAAAADzA/YPzbfnuBjGc/s400/20080329_1002weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDsSR5avCRI/AAAAAAAADyo/jLIPAUqYdD0/s1600-h/20080329_0990weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204773893036771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDsSR5avCRI/AAAAAAAADyo/jLIPAUqYdD0/s400/20080329_0990weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had so much fun babysitting these little angels on friday. I wanted to keep them but their mom wouldn't let me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7661454026700083784?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7661454026700083784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7661454026700083784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7661454026700083784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7661454026700083784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/ava-trinity.html' title='ava &amp; trinati'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDsSSpavCTI/AAAAAAAADy4/E4x8LdlPHxA/s72-c/20080329_1003weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-4863717374804077610</id><published>2008-05-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:04.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lowdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here are the facts real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;. My heart is so full of joy to have a day to just feel the spirit. To meet my family at church. They really are my brothers and sisters and I love them and they lift me up. Every Sunday after church I am filled with new excitement to be a better person. I leave with new goals and resolve. I especially have tender feelings today on this memorial weekend for those men and women who "have more than self their country loved." How blessed I feel to live in this great nation, with all of the opportunities it provides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have been spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of time taking my photography business to the next level. I am learning new skills like crazy, getting new equipment, finding the products that I want to use like albums etc., and working on my new website. So there will be some upcoming changes. I also am so sore today from taking pictures all day yesterday. I had a family photo shoot in the morning (by the way I used the new chair and I can't wait to show how awesome it worked), and than I had a wedding all afternoon and evening. My legs and back are sore from all the weird contorting I do and the up and down. ha. Plus my hands and forearms are killing me from using this new heavy lens I have. How pitiful am I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am totally getting into essential oils. More info about that in the future. I am a part of a new company who's goal it is to have the purest essential oils for sale on the market and to mainstream them with modern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;. The company doesn't officially launch until Sept. I just got my first set of oils in the mail this past week and all of us are hooked. The kids love them as much as I do. Currently we are all fighting over the peppermint. It is amazing! I have been using it for the pain in my arms and it is heavenly. So anyway, more on that as well later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. School is out in a week and I can't wait! I can't wait to not have so many scheduled things. No more sports, plays, dance, violin lessons etc. We have lots of fun plans for the summer. I can't wait to see my family. Oh I have the most fun sisters on earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, my brothers aren't that bad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I just found out that the prophet announced that they are going to build a temple in phoenix. The location exactly hasn't been told. I AM SO EXCITED!! This will be the 3rd new one in the area that they are planning to build. The temple is a little piece of heaven on earth. Yes, heaven will be closer! smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I plan on doing serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have any of our pictures from the past probably 4 years where the kids can see them, and that is one our favorite things to do is sit and look through pictures together (the kids and I). I have been so busy with so many other things. But I am going to carve out time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The women's support group that i started back in January has been life changing for me. My intention initially was to help others that were on my mind and heart. Turns out that it has probably helped me the most. We all came with big goals, and than realized after we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; failed at trying to do it all at once that we needed to break it all down into the very smallest of baby steps. Literally. I thought it wouldn't make a difference, but it has!!! So amazing. I am accomplishing things that I never thought possible, like going to bed earlier, reading scriptures and praying with Dave in the morning, exercising at home, eating healthy. I have had increased discipline that I always struggle with. It has come so slowly the ability to overcome my weaknesses that I have only realized recently just how far I have come. I have been more consistently getting closer to having that balance I am always wanting. I am such a crazy person, it is really hard to harness all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; for good. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said this would be real quick. oops. I need to get ready for church and I just realized that I was planning on having baby shower invitations ready to pass out in church today for my friend Amy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. so one last thought that I have hanging up next to me at my desk. It is in regards to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how to receive answers to your prayers. Who doesn't want to know the answer to that! But are you ready for it? Because like everything of worth and value it takes work and that all annoying discipline that I struggle with. (what can I say the flesh is weak! ha) So are you ready for the answer? Of course you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Receiving personal revelation is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;passive process.&lt;/strong&gt; We must &lt;strong&gt;repent, &lt;/strong&gt;ask through &lt;strong&gt;prayer, be obedient, search the scriptures, fast, think pure thoughts, and develop a spirit of reverence.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Elder Lionel Kendrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Those things take time. We can't be lazy if we want answers to our prayers. We can't be lazy if we want to be close to Heavenly Father. We can't be lazy if we want all he has to offer us. It takes some initiative. We never appreciate things that are easy to get. We need to take the initiative, to work for it. Heavenly Father promises us all that he has, and in case you didn't know that is quite a bit. Are we really going to give it all up out of laziness!!! NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ARe&lt;/span&gt; you with me??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, get ready to be inspired! I am going to tell you about the coolest book I found that is so motivating to really live life to the fullest! For now peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204377854102407426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDmqFZavCQI/AAAAAAAADyg/bw3468qb434/s400/_DSC0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-4863717374804077610?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/4863717374804077610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=4863717374804077610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4863717374804077610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/4863717374804077610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/lowdown.html' title='the lowdown.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDmqFZavCQI/AAAAAAAADyg/bw3468qb434/s72-c/_DSC0690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-235587538539774666</id><published>2008-05-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDT_EJavCPI/AAAAAAAADyY/NmtM_59gibE/s1600-h/20080420_1172weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203063916232378610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDT_EJavCPI/AAAAAAAADyY/NmtM_59gibE/s400/20080420_1172weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how my girls look before bed.  They love to have their hair wrapped up in towels.  And of course they are always willing to pose for me. oh, this girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-235587538539774666?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/235587538539774666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=235587538539774666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/235587538539774666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/235587538539774666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodnight.html' title='goodnight.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDT_EJavCPI/AAAAAAAADyY/NmtM_59gibE/s72-c/20080420_1172weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-65778554835756060</id><published>2008-05-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thrift store find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202884793987909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDRcJ3DuRlI/AAAAAAAADyQ/AVV5eGVzfOw/s400/_DSC0692weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really only wanted one of these, but they were being sold as a pair, so I got both for 1/2 the price. I am really excited to use these in a photo shoot. I have some good ideas. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDRcJXDuRkI/AAAAAAAADyI/w0YVqKsA4VQ/s1600-h/_DSC0693weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202884785397974594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDRcJXDuRkI/AAAAAAAADyI/w0YVqKsA4VQ/s400/_DSC0693weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love the back of it. I think they are so cool! Do you like them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-65778554835756060?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/65778554835756060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=65778554835756060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/65778554835756060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/65778554835756060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/thrift-store-find.html' title='thrift store find.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDRcJ3DuRlI/AAAAAAAADyQ/AVV5eGVzfOw/s72-c/_DSC0692weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6493417131519558752</id><published>2008-05-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby growing up continued....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566661465326994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM60HDuRZI/AAAAAAAADww/NvqcXker4ZY/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0361weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;who is this tall gangly thing? I don't recognize him. (click on all to enlarge)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566648580425058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM6zXDuRWI/AAAAAAAADwY/bqc8fDYB3X8/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0345weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM8OnDuRjI/AAAAAAAADyA/GkHLPC2B9mc/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0443weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202568216243488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM8OnDuRjI/AAAAAAAADyA/GkHLPC2B9mc/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0443weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202565712277554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM583DuRUI/AAAAAAAADwI/uuX90o4rnug/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0339weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7m3DuRbI/AAAAAAAADxA/Xq_qidgemDM/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0371weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202567533343688114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7m3DuRbI/AAAAAAAADxA/Xq_qidgemDM/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0371weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7nXDuRdI/AAAAAAAADxQ/n7i_FHrshcw/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0376weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202567541933622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7nXDuRdI/AAAAAAAADxQ/n7i_FHrshcw/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0376weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Jacob ever tries to tell you that he doesn't like having sisters....don't believe him. They love him and he drinks it in. Look at his expression above as Rebecca is giving him loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7n3DuReI/AAAAAAAADxY/qpMVdt25vnc/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0378weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202567550523557346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7n3DuReI/AAAAAAAADxY/qpMVdt25vnc/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0378weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an intense game of thumb war. You can see Leah's love for Jacob in her eyes above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7oXDuRfI/AAAAAAAADxg/Tsa1elE-caA/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0379weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202567559113491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7oXDuRfI/AAAAAAAADxg/Tsa1elE-caA/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0379weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202567537638655426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM7nHDuRcI/AAAAAAAADxI/cvC3qFgoAn8/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0375weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and these girls keep him laughing non stop. How could they not. Look at Leah's expression below as Jacob goofs around with her. I don't know if he is pretending to hypnotize her or what! ha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566652875392370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM6znDuRXI/AAAAAAAADwg/TzOUQE3-354/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0350webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202568203358586370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM8N3DuRgI/AAAAAAAADxo/PeZ5qhfx1xY/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0391weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Now here is the real Jacob. Totally goofy. Do you like his Nacho pose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202568207653553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM8OHDuRhI/AAAAAAAADxw/Fu3JoLjdF5E/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0418weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM6z3DuRYI/AAAAAAAADwo/PSEI4PrLSvE/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0356weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566657170359682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM6z3DuRYI/AAAAAAAADwo/PSEI4PrLSvE/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0356weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pose is called seduction. Our friends showed us how they try to make each other laugh by doing funny poses and than saying, "seduction." Like it is a perfume ad or something. Incidentally the friends I am referring to are the friends we went on our cruise with. Wait until you see our seduction poses we took up on deck one night. Yes, we entertained some fellow cruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM60HDuRaI/AAAAAAAADw4/V8yiQjwqo4Q/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0370webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202566661465327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM60HDuRaI/AAAAAAAADw4/V8yiQjwqo4Q/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0370webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was so excited when he saw this picture and exclaimed, "Look, you can see an Adam's apple." Which reminds me of something funny. When Rachel was like 3 yrs. old. She was asking Dave what that was on him. He replied, "an Adam's apple." Her response was as she touched her throat, "Is mine called an eve's apple." We got a good laugh about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM57XDuRRI/AAAAAAAADvw/Rcnm8huash4/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0452weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202565686507750674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM57XDuRRI/AAAAAAAADvw/Rcnm8huash4/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0452weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite. Think Owen Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM58HDuRSI/AAAAAAAADv4/YAxkXLoTgvs/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0448weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202565699392652578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM58HDuRSI/AAAAAAAADv4/YAxkXLoTgvs/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0448weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah, it's real. (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM59HDuRVI/AAAAAAAADwQ/RLJuEeMRlfM/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0344weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202565716572521810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM59HDuRVI/AAAAAAAADwQ/RLJuEeMRlfM/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0344weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't you love the serious pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202568211948520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM8OXDuRiI/AAAAAAAADx4/NVP2YQRkGl0/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0427weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to take a picture of myself kissing Jacob. I think it is quite flattering. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are so jealous right now Grant. My brother in law Grant is always asking me when I am going to do a post about him. He cracks me up. Very soon brother, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6493417131519558752?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6493417131519558752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6493417131519558752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6493417131519558752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6493417131519558752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='my baby growing up continued....'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SDM60HDuRZI/AAAAAAAADww/NvqcXker4ZY/s72-c/jacob+may2008_20080319_0361weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5207783918815351075</id><published>2008-05-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:09.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SC4zeXDuRPI/AAAAAAAADvg/9Jj0CQ5uZqE/s1600-h/20080420_1156weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201151216338224370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SC4zeXDuRPI/AAAAAAAADvg/9Jj0CQ5uZqE/s400/20080420_1156weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that if Dave took all of his medications he was good to go, and would never have a heart attack again. I would never have to have those scary feelings of losing him again. Guess what? That is absolutely not true. I didn't realize how traumatizing it was to our family when Dave had his heart attack until we thought he might be having another one. A few weeks ago he was feeling nauseous and weak, which was how he was feeling the days leading up to his last heart attack. Even though he was not feeling any pain we thought we would go in to the emergency room and see if it is leading up to one and if it could be avoided. Oh that same drive to the hospital, the emotions. I can't believe how exhausting our emotions can be. To make a long story short, he was only dehydrated. What I learned from this experience is that really he can have another heart attack at any time. The doctor said we need to come into the hospital any time he has pain. We always have to be on guard because of his having heart disease. Which makes me ask myself, "how much time do I have with this guy?" Dave's answer would be I could die in a car accident any day. Why worry about a heart attack. True. It just made me realize AGAIN how fragile life is. How we really are in God's hands. any of us could be called home at any time. Every day with our loved ones is a precious gift. How wonderful that Sunday evening was when we came home from the hospital. We couldn't keep our hands off of Dave. We were so happy to all be together, and cherished every minute. We decided that Dave could have his birthday present early. Than we all snuggled in our bed and Dave read to us. It was cozy and wonderful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201151224928158978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SC4ze3DuRQI/AAAAAAAADvo/X7DyqMU3sDc/s400/20080426_1122webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, the goal for me is to just enjoy every minute. I keep catching myself thinking things like, "oh this is happening to prepare for when Dave dies."  Is that just my anxiety speaking or am I really being prepared and blessed right now? I don't know. I really felt that Dave would be around for a long time after his heart attack. Now, I am questioning that again. Well, I tell you what. I am not going to waste time worrying or being scared. I am just going to continue loving every minute of my life. Living it to it's fullest with the ones I love. I am not even going to think about how I will get the Internet to work when it quits on me every day, or who will keep my craziness in check with calming words of wisdom and logic if I didn't have Dave. ha. I am just going to be grateful for what I have right now. Knowing that my Heavenly Father will always bless me and take care of me no matter what. What would I do without faith in God? Now that is a scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5207783918815351075?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5207783918815351075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5207783918815351075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5207783918815351075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5207783918815351075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/scare.html' title='the scare.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SC4zeXDuRPI/AAAAAAAADvg/9Jj0CQ5uZqE/s72-c/20080420_1156weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-988650855953767881</id><published>2008-05-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brittany and kord engagements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCvSd3DuROI/AAAAAAAADvY/uqePKc4XwHA/s1600-h/20080416_20080415_0951webaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200481605166974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCvSd3DuROI/AAAAAAAADvY/uqePKc4XwHA/s400/20080416_20080415_0951webaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally posted some more pictures from their shoot on my photography blog. &lt;br /&gt;As always click to enlarge please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-988650855953767881?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/988650855953767881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=988650855953767881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/988650855953767881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/988650855953767881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/brittany-and-kord-engagements.html' title='brittany and kord engagements'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCvSd3DuROI/AAAAAAAADvY/uqePKc4XwHA/s72-c/20080416_20080415_0951webaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-7130671717298638469</id><published>2008-05-13T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:09.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCqACXDuQvI/AAAAAAAADrg/WBoSb27EZ1o/s1600-h/jacob+may2008_20080319_0406weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200109497790382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCqACXDuQvI/AAAAAAAADrg/WBoSb27EZ1o/s400/jacob+may2008_20080319_0406weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby is growing up and I am not sure that I am ok with it. He has changed so much in the past few months it is starting to freak me out. I will show you what I mean when I post more of the pics that I took today of him. I must say though, Edward Cullen has nothing on this boy. smile. oh yah, click on the picture to see bigga betta version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-7130671717298638469?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/7130671717298638469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=7130671717298638469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7130671717298638469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/7130671717298638469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/jacob.html' title='Jacob'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCqACXDuQvI/AAAAAAAADrg/WBoSb27EZ1o/s72-c/jacob+may2008_20080319_0406weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6133889695697352980</id><published>2008-05-12T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's 40!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574851671442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZx3DuQuI/AAAAAAAADrY/hzfO_5s0O50/s400/cruise+may+08_20080310_0311weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZw3DuQsI/AAAAAAAADrI/5FhC9Ra5qSk/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080310_0310weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574834491572930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZw3DuQsI/AAAAAAAADrI/5FhC9Ra5qSk/s400/cruise+may+08_20080310_0310weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZxnDuQtI/AAAAAAAADrQ/r5SO4jviJN8/s1600-h/cruise+may+08_20080310_0309weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574847376474834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZxnDuQtI/AAAAAAAADrQ/r5SO4jviJN8/s400/cruise+may+08_20080310_0309weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back from our trip.  It was amazing to say the least.  I am so grateful to my sister Nicole to stay 10 days with the kids.  They had so much fun with you coco!  They all had cute new haircuts when I came back too.  How is that for a wonderful babysitter. These pictures are taken on Dave's 4oth birthday in a rain forest in Puerto Rico.  Dave's favorite place on earth is a rain forest, in case you were wondering.  We went to so many cool places starting in Puerto Rico, than St. Thomas, Dominica, Barbados, St. Lucia, Antigua, and St. Kitts.  We went with some of our dearest friends the Hardings.  Adventure, laughs, and food were never in short supply.  A perfect vacation.  So happy to be back home with my babies though.  It was the best feeling to all be cozy in Rachel's room last night and read the scriptures together, and pray.  I really love to teach my children the gospel of Jesus Christ.  To see their spirits brighten when they feel the spirit is even better than anything I saw in the Caribbean.  Thank you Heavenly Father for letting me be a Mom.  It hasn't always been easy, I clearly recalled as I felt for the Mom on the plane last night who had a fussy toddler for 5 hours.  It has been really hard and humbling to the max!  But the rewards!!!!  I could go on for hours.  I just feel like right now in my life is a golden time.  A time I will always look on with the sweetest of feelings.  All of my kids are home and ages that are so fun.  I feel like I am finally tasting the sweet fruit after many years cultivating the tree.  It is all paying off.  The day in and day out of dealing with temper tantrums, and teaching them the same things over and over.  Not that their rooms are any cleaner, but they know how to love and serve others.  We were reading last night in the book of Mormon about when Christ came to the people in America.  The first thing He said and taught was that he paid for our sins and we just need to repent and become like a child and be baptized and He gave authority to men (such as Nephi) to baptize people in his name.  The only other thing that he mentioned was to not contend with one another.  To not argue and fight, that is what Satan wants.  I talked about that with my kids.  He didn't say don't lie, don't drink, don't smoke etc. etc.  He said to be loving and kind.  After repenting and being baptized that is the most important thing.  That is his gospel.  I am so so grateful that I have the tools that I need to raise my children to be happy and successful adults.  They are free to make their own choices, but I will make sure that they know the ones to make that will lead them to happiness and peace in this life and joy for all eternity with our Heavenly Father.  I am so happy that I have a husband that feels just like I do.  We live in our own happy world.  It's a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6133889695697352980?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6133889695697352980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6133889695697352980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6133889695697352980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6133889695697352980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/05/daves-40.html' title='Dave&apos;s 40!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SCiZx3DuQuI/AAAAAAAADrY/hzfO_5s0O50/s72-c/cruise+may+08_20080310_0311weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5645100411935493218</id><published>2008-04-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:10.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love those green eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBgDstslQ1I/AAAAAAAADqw/A0oqu49cbtQ/s1600-h/20080416_20080415_0948weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194906236887581522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBgDstslQ1I/AAAAAAAADqw/A0oqu49cbtQ/s400/20080416_20080415_0948weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why does it take me so long to edit? I am never completely satisfied. I always want to go back and play with it some more. There are just too many possibilities. Too many different looks to go for. For now, another sneak peak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  Rebecca just came to me this morning after reading my blog all upset because I wrote that her turtle"s name is Jovie and it is Zulie.  Jovie, Zulie, whatever.  I guess i am not the loving pet owner that I thought.  I was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5645100411935493218?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5645100411935493218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5645100411935493218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5645100411935493218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5645100411935493218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-those-green-eyes.html' title='love those green eyes'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBgDstslQ1I/AAAAAAAADqw/A0oqu49cbtQ/s72-c/20080416_20080415_0948weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2491912197358274900</id><published>2008-04-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:12.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the redecorating pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDvNslQwI/AAAAAAAADqI/0XcobfhJ2j0/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0670weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765542348899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDvNslQwI/AAAAAAAADqI/0XcobfhJ2j0/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0670weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca's room above.   That rug is from target and a is so soft and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDvtslQxI/AAAAAAAADqQ/Cpud2QtYv2E/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0672weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765550938833682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDvtslQxI/AAAAAAAADqQ/Cpud2QtYv2E/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0672weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the last of the pictures that I took of the room makeovers. I don't know if they do them justice, but what can I do? You can't see every detail in every room, but most everything. I still have a few finishing touches to do, but I am so much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDv9slQyI/AAAAAAAADqY/q9DEpA6jj2k/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0688weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765555233800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDv9slQyI/AAAAAAAADqY/q9DEpA6jj2k/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0688weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDwNslQzI/AAAAAAAADqg/j1emBHPS4Rs/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0691weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765559528768306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDwNslQzI/AAAAAAAADqg/j1emBHPS4Rs/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0691weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to change the pictures in Rachel's room to color. They would match the color scheme perfect. Her room is so much more vibrant and fun in person.  and so you know, Rachel's room is the guest room.  Really you can stay in any room you want.  But she really wanted a bigger bed, with a better mattress.  I told her in exchange she would have to give up her room for guests.  She agreed.  It really is so cozy.  Looking at these pictures I think the rooms would look so much better with molding, but you really don't think that in person.  So if we stay here for years longer we will have to do that.  Dave will be happy to hear that (not!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDw9slQ0I/AAAAAAAADqo/92TSi85zzSY/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0687weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194765572413670210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDw9slQ0I/AAAAAAAADqo/92TSi85zzSY/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0687weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love, love this bathroom. It is the jack and jill bathroom that rachel and rebecca share. So cute next to Rachel's colorful room. Of course it never looks like this. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC2NslQrI/AAAAAAAADpg/U_pQNaIPMEE/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0697weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194764563096355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC2NslQrI/AAAAAAAADpg/U_pQNaIPMEE/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0697weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hall bathroom.  Our little turtle Jovie is in the bowl.  So yes, we do have a pet.  I am not totally heartless. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC3NslQsI/AAAAAAAADpo/O1ciC1U-ozM/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0687weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC3dslQtI/AAAAAAAADpw/DXdirU3qoHA/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0661weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194764584571192018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC3dslQtI/AAAAAAAADpw/DXdirU3qoHA/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0661weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC39slQuI/AAAAAAAADp4/R2SwFJwo0jU/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0664weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194764593161126626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC39slQuI/AAAAAAAADp4/R2SwFJwo0jU/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0664weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC4NslQvI/AAAAAAAADqA/Js0q-jFw1CI/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080409_0666weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194764597456093938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeC4NslQvI/AAAAAAAADqA/Js0q-jFw1CI/s400/Ayers+2008_20080409_0666weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob's room. I don't have a picture of it, but we also painted the top of my old kitchen table red and it is Jacob's desk now. I think it was still out in the garage drying at the time. Hope you enjoy all the pics. I now have to get serious and finish Kord and Brittany's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still haven't reported about the weekend. Still decompressing. We are all happy and fine and dave's heart is fine. So again, I am putting you off. If you really couldn't wait you called and already know. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2491912197358274900?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2491912197358274900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2491912197358274900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2491912197358274900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2491912197358274900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-of-redecorating-pics.html' title='Last of the redecorating pics.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBeDvNslQwI/AAAAAAAADqI/0XcobfhJ2j0/s72-c/Ayers+2008_20080409_0670weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-9166596739845131287</id><published>2008-04-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:14.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBV8pNslQqI/AAAAAAAADpY/cPJoSpabhdY/s1600-h/20080415_20080413_0935weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194194792734868130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBV8pNslQqI/AAAAAAAADpY/cPJoSpabhdY/s400/20080415_20080413_0935weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVqUNslQlI/AAAAAAAADow/1neb2ONBC_8/s1600-h/20080415_20080413_0918weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194176994390393490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVsdNslQpI/AAAAAAAADpQ/LBEpXxjDZWo/s400/20080415_20080413_0918weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVqU9slQmI/AAAAAAAADo4/L5p2CpKOvHc/s1600-h/20080415_20080413_0920webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194174653633217122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVqU9slQmI/AAAAAAAADo4/L5p2CpKOvHc/s400/20080415_20080413_0920webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVqU9slQnI/AAAAAAAADpA/o0cO6ijev2A/s1600-h/20080415_20080413_0929webwebb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194174653633217138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBVqU9slQnI/AAAAAAAADpA/o0cO6ijev2A/s400/20080415_20080413_0929webwebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At my church they have a program called "activity days" for the 8-11 year old girls. I had the 9 turning 10 year olds (Rebecca's group) over to teach them about photography. I snapped a few pictures of some of them. Aren't they beautiful. You can see it in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually had a very emotional and somewhat traumatic weekend involving taking Dave down to the emergency room again. All is well, but I am too drained to give details. Just so glad that I can cozy Dave in bed tonight. &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/27352860-9166596739845131287?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/9166596739845131287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=9166596739845131287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9166596739845131287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/9166596739845131287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful girls'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBV8pNslQqI/AAAAAAAADpY/cPJoSpabhdY/s72-c/20080415_20080413_0935weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6298978378108625586</id><published>2008-04-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:14.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>melt my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBNdKDuwuVI/AAAAAAAADoo/3aHQBvupao4/s1600-h/Ayers+2008_20080410_0621b+copywebb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193597222669826386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBNdKDuwuVI/AAAAAAAADoo/3aHQBvupao4/s400/Ayers+2008_20080410_0621b+copywebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out this photo shoot &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;br /&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/27352860-6298978378108625586?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6298978378108625586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6298978378108625586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6298978378108625586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6298978378108625586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/melt-my-heart.html' title='melt my heart.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBNdKDuwuVI/AAAAAAAADoo/3aHQBvupao4/s72-c/Ayers+2008_20080410_0621b+copywebb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-2974688592499233509</id><published>2008-04-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:14.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two posts in one night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBF0czuwt4I/AAAAAAAADlA/eBMad_0Btt8/s1600-h/20080415_20080413_0936weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193059883606390658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBF0czuwt4I/AAAAAAAADlA/eBMad_0Btt8/s400/20080415_20080413_0936weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the kind of funny things I see all day. (I think most mom's do). My daughter in a bathing suit and high heels doing her hoola hoop in the house. I am not sure why. This girl has the narrowest hips and she can hoola hoop like you can't believe. I got up to show her my moves. It was a disaster. When did I lose this skill? I really think it was just because the hoop is much smaller than a normal one. I still was able to do it on my arm and neck. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193061219341219730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBF1qjuwt5I/AAAAAAAADlI/cdYt2QSkUGQ/s400/DSC_0022webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture cracks me up. This is an expression that I see often. It is Leah enjoying some delicious morsel. She loves her some good food. She had just popped in a piece of chocolate, and was relishing it. The funniest thing that I overheard her saying to her sisters today as they were discussing their upcoming dance recital was, "I don't get nervous in front of everybody. I just think of them in their underwear, dirty underwear." Apparently dirty underwear does the trick for her. How can she tell if the underwear is dirty from the stage? I couldn't figure it out. She keeps us laughing for sure. They all do really. Well, I need to go to bed. I have to get up early and run to the store and get "white" rice to cook and soy sauce for a project Rachel has to give tomorrow about Japan. Why she didn't inform me until late tonight I don't know. We have brown rice here at the house but she insists that they don't eat that in Japan, and she can't confuse her classmates like that. ha.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. only one week until we leave on our cruise and dave is the big 4-0! Speaking of birthdays. Today is DJ's. Happy birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS.  Nicole, you were a combo of Leah and Lizzie when you were little.  They both remind me of you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-2974688592499233509?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/2974688592499233509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=2974688592499233509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2974688592499233509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/2974688592499233509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-posts-in-one-night.html' title='Two posts in one night.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBF0czuwt4I/AAAAAAAADlA/eBMad_0Btt8/s72-c/20080415_20080413_0936weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5013624527628735353</id><published>2008-04-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBFx9Duwt3I/AAAAAAAADk4/oc2s6aWZICc/s1600-h/20080416_20080415_1103webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193057139122288498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBFx9Duwt3I/AAAAAAAADk4/oc2s6aWZICc/s400/20080416_20080415_1103webb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I am not talkin' about the temperature. Doing Brittany and Kord's engagement pictures was so much fun. Ooh there are so many good ones.  Just give me another week to finish editing them. I just had to share a bike one. Kord was definitely in his element once he got on his bike.  We shot these when the sun was still high in the sky and I think it is perfect for the mood of this shot.  Tough.  I usually try to tame the light and make it softer.  Here I loved it a little more harsh.  Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5013624527628735353?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5013624527628735353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5013624527628735353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5013624527628735353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5013624527628735353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-hot.html' title='So Hot!'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SBFx9Duwt3I/AAAAAAAADk4/oc2s6aWZICc/s72-c/20080416_20080415_1103webb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-5479560237352383510</id><published>2008-04-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:16.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend news &amp; sneak peaks of Rachel's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5QtJn6XI/AAAAAAAADkw/0JDACSugVSI/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191798535844522354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5QtJn6XI/AAAAAAAADkw/0JDACSugVSI/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how old Lizzie is starting to look. This is her typical sat. morning look. A t-shirt, unkempt hair that twists on its own into long curls. She is all about this calendar right now and marking off each day. And like everything she owns that can be written on it says, "I love mom." She seriously writes that on everything. Makes me love her all the more. She is the most scrumptious treat on a saturday morning to cozy and snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5L9Jn6WI/AAAAAAAADko/58nS9QWHOwU/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191798454240143714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5L9Jn6WI/AAAAAAAADko/58nS9QWHOwU/s400/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Leah lost her second front tooth this weekend. As you can see she is very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5HdJn6VI/AAAAAAAADkg/TchmCy9gpTo/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191798376930732370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5HdJn6VI/AAAAAAAADkg/TchmCy9gpTo/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a glimpse of a part of Rachel's room. Don't you love those old suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5B9Jn6UI/AAAAAAAADkY/EIzxFmkjTN8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191798282441451842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5B9Jn6UI/AAAAAAAADkY/EIzxFmkjTN8/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on her dresser. The photo is one that I took in college of my roommate who was a dance major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz489Jn6TI/AAAAAAAADkQ/ANF5L2poQPw/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191798196542105906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz489Jn6TI/AAAAAAAADkQ/ANF5L2poQPw/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had this idea for awhile. It hangs on the wall where Rachel will see it everyday. It is a message I want her to remember as the oldest daughter. THat her sisters are always watching her and what she does. That her example is so important, and they truly will go where she leads. She is a natural leader. How awesome to have her as the oldest girl. The picture is one that tara whitney took of us in Laguna. Lizzie is following her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weekend included running kids around. Rebecca has already moved up to a harder horse named Dusty. He is huge. She looked so dang cute riding up on him. Her teacher said she did the best of any of her students ever their first time on Dusty. Her teacher loves her and will stretch her lesson with her whenever possible. She says she is a natural, and just loves it. She really does glow when she is around horses and riding them. I plan on taking alot of pictures of her at her lessons and putting them in the frames all around her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob was out with the scouts on an overnighter, Dave was out riding jeeps with the 16-18 year old boys. Rebecca also had a girls activity at church. Rachel was off playing with friends, Leah had a much anticipated birthday party. I asked her on the way over, "what she was going to obsess about now that the party is over?" Her reply, "you'll see." I was also laughing when she shouted out, "Look! A CARNIVAL!" (she meant convertible) It took us awhile to figure that one out! I spent time in the hot tub with Lizzie playing truth or dare. She asked many interesting questions, because of course I wasn't interested in having to get out of the hottub to do the dares. The best part of the day was going to the temple in the evening with DAve. Simply Heavenly. Afterwards we went to one of my new favorite restaraunts OREGANOs. Absolutely everything you order is divine. I love that they have old movies playing at the bar. I was the only one laughing out loud at the REd Skelton show. I so wish that humor that is clean and goofy was still in vogue. Anyway, as always church on sunday gets me so happy. We always have such uplifting messages given that get me pumped to be a better person. Here's to a new week of living life to the max, following my dreams on a daily basis, and loving with all my heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-5479560237352383510?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/5479560237352383510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=5479560237352383510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5479560237352383510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/5479560237352383510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-news-sneak-peaks-of-rachels.html' title='weekend news &amp; sneak peaks of Rachel&apos;s room'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAz5QtJn6XI/AAAAAAAADkw/0JDACSugVSI/s72-c/DSC_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-1249108212100100684</id><published>2008-04-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:16.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the yumminess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SApEONJn6SI/AAAAAAAADkI/tIGU2nh4GtI/s1600-h/schrieber+baby_20080330_0100weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191036531336800546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SApEONJn6SI/AAAAAAAADkI/tIGU2nh4GtI/s400/schrieber+baby_20080330_0100weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more of baby Dylan&lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt; here.&lt;br /&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/27352860-1249108212100100684?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/1249108212100100684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=1249108212100100684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1249108212100100684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/1249108212100100684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yumminess.html' title='oh the yumminess.'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SApEONJn6SI/AAAAAAAADkI/tIGU2nh4GtI/s72-c/schrieber+baby_20080330_0100weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-6531034246288528998</id><published>2008-04-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:16.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Schrieber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAY-7d4ekcI/AAAAAAAADhA/foM9A17L2i8/s1600-h/schrieber+babywebaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189904811945791938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAY-7d4ekcI/AAAAAAAADhA/foM9A17L2i8/s400/schrieber+babywebaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa here is a sneak peak. He is a sweet little guy.  I am so sorry I am behind schedule. I hope to have them done in the next couple of days.   And for some reason this picture has a slight tint of green on this post.  It doesn't really look like that.  Maybe I will have to recalibrate my monitor.  ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-6531034246288528998?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/6531034246288528998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=6531034246288528998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6531034246288528998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/6531034246288528998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_16.html' title='Baby Schrieber'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SAY-7d4ekcI/AAAAAAAADhA/foM9A17L2i8/s72-c/schrieber+babywebaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27352860.post-3528668078712709799</id><published>2008-04-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:16.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SATwft4ekYI/AAAAAAAADgc/8CEVuWblADA/s1600-h/DSC_0593weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189537098320744834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SATwft4ekYI/AAAAAAAADgc/8CEVuWblADA/s400/DSC_0593weba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New photo shoot up &lt;a href="http://heatherivesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;  check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27352860-3528668078712709799?l=heathieives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/feeds/3528668078712709799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27352860&amp;postID=3528668078712709799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3528668078712709799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27352860/posts/default/3528668078712709799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathieives.blogspot.com/2008/04/walters.html' title='Walters'/><author><name>heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWIccp9KlOs/SATwft4ekYI/AAAAAAAADgc/8CEVuWblADA/s72-c/DSC_0593weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
