<?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-4216859463348559838</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:09.064-08:00</updated><category term='houses'/><title type='text'>The Andersons (who used to be) in Wyoming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1384827866306527522</id><published>2009-04-23T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:03:58.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Wyoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's taken me almost a year, but I am finally changing our blog address (since we no longer live in Wyoming). This will be my last entry on this blog, so make sure you bookmark my new one: www.mykidseatoffthefloor.blogspot.com. Don't forget!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1384827866306527522?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1384827866306527522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1384827866306527522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1384827866306527522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1384827866306527522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-wyoming.html' title='Goodbye, Wyoming'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4253271968869718490</id><published>2009-04-20T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:50.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yep, you read that right. Alligade. Tempe's new favorite drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me describe it to you: it's usually an unnatural jewel color; marketed to athletes as a sports drink; it tastes like sweat mixed with fruit juice; and there are commercials with people sweating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you know what I'm talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today at the store, we passed a display of Gatorade and Tempe got very excited and said "Mom, can you buy Daddy some alligade? And he can share it with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4253271968869718490?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4253271968869718490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4253271968869718490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4253271968869718490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4253271968869718490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/alligade.html' title='Alligade'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-332575463464761845</id><published>2009-04-19T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:30:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cupboard under the stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After living in apartments, I never thought I would have enough storage space to consider using a closet for anything else. But our house has a 600 square foot crawl space that's pretty much an unfinished basement (with a 4 foot ceiling)--it is insulated, cemented, and has lights--so when Tempe asked me if the closet under the stairs could be her playroom, I said yes! We had a fun week putting it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, we went to Home Depot to browse their "oops" paint, and found a gallon of robin's egg blue for $5 (Hint: If you aren't picky about the color for a room, "oops" paint is a great way to get paint for a fraction of the cost. Just go every week until you find a color that you like!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After I painted (and that was fun--trying to paint a ceiling that slopes down to ground level), I put the wire shelving unit that had already been in the closet down at the girls' level.  Tempe helped me choose some toys to put on it: books that wouldn't fit in their rooms and the books from the basket in the living room, some flash cards they like to scatter around, a game of "Go Fish", several photo albums that Grandma Lisa has sent, the doctor's kit, a few stuffed animals, and a basket of dolls and doll accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, it was time to accessorize. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, hoping to find a body pillow on sale (I have seen them for $10 there before). We didn't find one, but we did find two really cute throw pillows for $5 each, so we got them instead. Then we went to Robert's to get wooden flower cutouts. We also got a bird and a bumblebee. I painted green flower stems along the baseboard, then hot glued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; to the top of the stems and the back of the flowers--voila! Interactive wall art! Helena especially loves pulling the flowers off, over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though it is a very small space--probably about 3 feet by 8 feet, but will a ceiling that slants down in the back--we got a lot in there. I'm also going to add framed family photos on the wall, and Tempe and Helena are going to help me paint a few more wooden flowers to put on the flower stems. Maybe someday I will add a roll of paper to the wall so they can use it as an easel. It's really cute, and the girls love it! They play in there while I cook (it opens off the kitchen) and enjoy having their own little space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Setdpn_n1vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u-YNcBFKXsI/s1600-h/april+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Setdpn_n1vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u-YNcBFKXsI/s200/april+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453953987598066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdpV2KWaI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KBhV0SyQzug/s1600-h/april+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdpV2KWaI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KBhV0SyQzug/s200/april+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453949116078498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdpOKfxMI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DdhypoTF1o0/s1600-h/april+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdpOKfxMI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DdhypoTF1o0/s200/april+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453947053884610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Setdo3BbbtI/AAAAAAAAA2E/pJieCyREkrg/s1600-h/april+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Setdo3BbbtI/AAAAAAAAA2E/pJieCyREkrg/s200/april+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453940841836242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdogFvGAI/AAAAAAAAA18/V7zA8YxSnNI/s1600-h/april+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SetdogFvGAI/AAAAAAAAA18/V7zA8YxSnNI/s200/april+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326453934685886466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and the trapdoor to the crawlspace is at the back of this closet (under the chair and pillows), so I couldn't put, say, a kitchen there. I needed to find something light enough that I could move easily whenever I need to get down to the crawlspace. That is why I decided to make this mostly a "reading nook" sort of playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/4216859463348559838-332575463464761845?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/332575463464761845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=332575463464761845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/332575463464761845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/332575463464761845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-living-in-apartments-i-never.html' title='The cupboard under the stairs'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Setdpn_n1vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u-YNcBFKXsI/s72-c/april+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5772379141862864064</id><published>2009-04-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:22:56.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqX_fRNjHI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CyykRwp9ftM/s320/april+014.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326236626300275826" /&gt;Before we moved into our house, a girl in my old playgroup told me that her in-laws live on Jennings as well, and asked which house we bought. When I told her it was the one on the corner, she said "Oh, that crappy little house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I brushed it off and chalked it up to the fact that I was so in love with my first house that I managed to ignore the badly neglected exterior. Jason and I still affectionately call it our "crappy little house", but now that my neighbors lawns are emerald green and their gardens are filled with blooming flowers, I'm starting to feel a little panic when I look at our yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Explanation: our house was vacant for about a year, and during that time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; came by to take care of it. No one raked the leaves last fall, which means that until about a month ago when the snow melted, we had a layer of leaves under a layer of snow, leaving us with mostly dead grass. No one pruned the drastically overgrown holly bush, no one weeded the gardens, no one painted the trim. So we are slowly getting our yard in shape, and it's a little overwhelming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I went to Lowes to buy plants for our empty gardens and man, was it hard trying to choose things! I didn't know what would look good together or how to arrange things, so I just bought some things I thought looked nice and hopefully I will figure out where to plant them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some before pictures.... after pictures will follow in a few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqYALrWslI/AAAAAAAAA10/zRtFw9JkDV4/s1600-h/april+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqYALrWslI/AAAAAAAAA10/zRtFw9JkDV4/s320/april+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326236638221087314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqX_l-0f9I/AAAAAAAAA1s/QLkebWLsfqU/s1600-h/april+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqX_l-0f9I/AAAAAAAAA1s/QLkebWLsfqU/s320/april+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326236628102184914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5772379141862864064?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5772379141862864064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5772379141862864064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5772379141862864064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5772379141862864064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeqX_fRNjHI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CyykRwp9ftM/s72-c/april+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6168940581110744529</id><published>2009-04-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:23:48.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday we went to Robert's to pick up some things for the girls' new playroom (more about that later!) and as soon as we walked in the door, Tempe saw the helium balloons. She immediately started in with the "Mommy, can I have a balloon? Please can I have one? Please will you buy me one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I kept saying "No, you have a balloon at home... No, you don't need a balloon." But I guess the cashier heard us, because when she was ringing me up, she asked if Tempe wanted a balloon. Tempe's face lit up and she chose a pink balloon. As we were walking out to the car, she was babbling happily to herself and she said "And Mommy say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(in gruff, snarly voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'No you can't have a balloon!' and the nice lady say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(in happy princess voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;) 'Yes, you can have one!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I couldn't help but laugh at how evil I come off when I deny a balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6168940581110744529?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6168940581110744529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6168940581110744529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6168940581110744529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6168940581110744529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/mean-mommy.html' title='Mean Mommy'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3803517993576094862</id><published>2009-04-14T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:54:41.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching some Zzzzz's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena is a busy one-year-old. She has a lot she has to do every day: pull all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; off the shelf, climb up the stairs, empty the basket of books in the living room, scatter the children's dishes across the kitchen floor, and, of course, get into big sister Tempe's things. With all that to keep her busy, no wonder she has to catch a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zzzz's&lt;/span&gt; whenever she gets a chance (like in between  bites of graham crackers)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeUFN01CkhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6aczfc7wYHg/s1600-h/april+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeUFN01CkhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6aczfc7wYHg/s320/april+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324667869513028114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena was finishing her lunch today while I was making my grocery list, and when I glanced over at the high chair, this is what I found! I quietly took this picture, and she woke up bleary-eyed, took another bite of graham cracker, and then rolled her head to the side and went back to sleep. She alternated sleeping and eating for about 15 minutes, and screamed bloody murder every time I tried to take her tray away and clean her up for a real nap. Finally, she finished all of her graham crackers and let me take her up to her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3803517993576094862?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3803517993576094862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3803517993576094862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3803517993576094862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3803517993576094862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-some-zzzzzs.html' title='Catching some Zzzzz&apos;s'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeUFN01CkhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6aczfc7wYHg/s72-c/april+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-180685018336725445</id><published>2009-04-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:35:51.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my old friends, too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving to a new area is hard, and I know it, but I always forget until I'm doing it again. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that it takes about a year to really feel at home and make friends, but that year is so hard! I have only lived in our new house for two months, but it feels like forever, and I am just having the hardest time making friends. Our neighborhood doesn't have a lot of little children or stay-at-home-moms, like I thought it would. Our ward was really friendly at first, but there are never any activities or opportunities to get to know anyone better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really miss my old friends in Laramie. A lot. I miss my old neighborhood. I miss going for walks with Denise. I miss going to playgroup (SO MUCH). I miss playing at the neighborhood park with the Smiths (both Smiths), the Meads, and the Faulkners. I miss going to the library and seeing people I know there. I miss knowing I would have someone to sit with in Relief Society every week. I miss not being nervous about going to Enrichment activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep telling myself that I need to give myself more time and not worry, and remember--it takes a year. I tell myself that if I still feel this way in the fall, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I can worry. But it's still hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't anyone from Laramie want to move into my neighborhood? There are two houses for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-180685018336725445?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/180685018336725445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=180685018336725445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/180685018336725445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/180685018336725445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-old-friends-too.html' title='I miss my old friends, too'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5596119780696168609</id><published>2009-04-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:00:40.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my old camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really miss my old camera. It was a Canon. I can't remember what kind, but it was the best camera EVER! It took the best pictures with minimal effort on my part, which is what I want. It died in November, and I decided to go with something different. A Sony Cybershot. Yuck. I hate it. It takes awful pictures! They are either washed out from the flash, or grainy because I turn it off. I have done ALL the troubleshooting, basic and advanced, and I just can't get it to take good pictures. I know that the ISO affects the "noisiness" of the pictures, so I set it at 100. But the pictures still end up grainy, blurry, or washed out. It's really frustrating because I used to take really good pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I am trying to sell it. Not that any of you will want to buy it after this post, but it is listed on KSL and Craigslist. Hopefully someone will take it off my hands so I can buy another Canon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's one of the pictures from my old Canon. Man, I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeFZMKPhnwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/_vHs_vLU_j4/s320/IMG_4488.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323634299971411714" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5596119780696168609?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5596119780696168609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5596119780696168609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5596119780696168609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5596119780696168609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-old-camera.html' title='I miss my old camera'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeFZMKPhnwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/_vHs_vLU_j4/s72-c/IMG_4488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2139962751922305888</id><published>2009-04-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:47:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grandma Lisa, you gonna stay at our own home?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents and brother and sister left today, after staying with us for the past 5 days. We had a great visit, and we were able to do a lot in such a short amount of time, including skiing (for some of us), the zoo, BYU, Temple Square, lots of walks, and a day full of yard work. My dad loves doing anything home improvement, and so (along with the majority of the yard work) he also hung a swing in a tree in our backyard, fixed the door to our shed, tightened some loose faucets, and (biggest project) hung bi-fold doors in our laundry closet. Yay! Now people don't have to walk past my laundry to get to our only guest bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it was sad saying goodbye. I used to have a very hard time when it came time for a visit to end, but I've realized that for living 1200 miles apart, we actually see each other pretty often. And with cell phones and the internet, it's much easier to keep in touch than it was for my mom when she got married and moved 2000 miles away from her family. The hardest part about this afternoon was when Tempe realized that we were saying goodbye to her beloved Grandma Lisa and Grandpa K. She got a sort of worried expression on her face and said "Grandma Lisa, you gonna stay at our own home?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Following is a hodge-podge of pictures from our visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeADf-cm2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/irzU4tsAkQg/s1600-h/april+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeADf-cm2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/irzU4tsAkQg/s320/april+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323258607425738850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeff, Tempe, Kelsey and Grandma Lisa sitting on the "bench" in our backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeADfgnaDsI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6CFGldTAqYE/s1600-h/april+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeADfgnaDsI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6CFGldTAqYE/s320/april+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323258599417974466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my girls enjoying the swing that Grandpa K put up for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACyHB3FdI/AAAAAAAAA04/qzfN8qZcD2s/s1600-h/april+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACyHB3FdI/AAAAAAAAA04/qzfN8qZcD2s/s320/april+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257819455493586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tempe thinks the swing is just as much hers as it is Helena's (who actually got it for her birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACxrimr7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/BWAGeQVren4/s1600-h/april+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACxrimr7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/BWAGeQVren4/s320/april+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257812076638130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Helena on the swing's maiden... swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACxUgKb9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/ctToC6o2DoI/s1600-h/april+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACxUgKb9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/ctToC6o2DoI/s320/april+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257805892382674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tempe loved standing at this window at the LDS Conference Center and looking through the waterfall when we were there to see the international art competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACww3lEKI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5doy84OSkS8/s1600-h/april+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACww3lEKI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5doy84OSkS8/s320/april+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257796326920354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dad going crazy with the clippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACwtjZkII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9Bq0Ri2lWW8/s1600-h/april+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeACwtjZkII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9Bq0Ri2lWW8/s320/april+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257795436974210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tempe and a BYU racecar--two of her favorite things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-2139962751922305888?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2139962751922305888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2139962751922305888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2139962751922305888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2139962751922305888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-lisa-you-gonna-stay-at-our-own.html' title='&quot;Grandma Lisa, you gonna stay at our own home?&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SeADf-cm2GI/AAAAAAAAA1I/irzU4tsAkQg/s72-c/april+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-875806979139442555</id><published>2009-04-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:53:37.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has sprung...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...And Helena is one! We had her "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Springtime&lt;/span&gt;" birthday party last night. It was quite a party! We had about 30 people attend, all family, including my parents and brothers Tyler and Jeff and sister Kelsey, who are visiting from Tennessee this week (more about them later). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For Lena's party, Tempe helped me dye frosting all the colors of the rainbow for Lena's rainbow cupcakes. Margaret has some great pictures of the party on her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretephotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-helena.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The problem with having a talented photographer in the family is that I no longer bother taking pictures at family events. So you'll have to check them out on her site instead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we have been very, very busy getting our neglected yard back in shape. My dad thrives on yard work, so he had a great day doing all kinds of stuff. We got so much done! I can't believe how beautiful it looks from just a few hours of work. We are so grateful that my family was so willing to help us in the yard on their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC_Zxpt4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/cNTLavayTPg/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC_Zxpt4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/cNTLavayTPg/s400/Helena%27s+birthday+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132147919239042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC-yPJo9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Aa7CTIp_D_s/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC-yPJo9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Aa7CTIp_D_s/s400/Helena%27s+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132137305547730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC-p4blII/AAAAAAAAA0A/o__ugHGJjWA/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC-p4blII/AAAAAAAAA0A/o__ugHGJjWA/s400/Helena%27s+birthday+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322132135062770818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This last picture is the results of all our hard work: tree branches, grass clippings, even a dead tree that we took out of our planter area. It's pretty gratifying to see how much we got done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-875806979139442555?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/875806979139442555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=875806979139442555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/875806979139442555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/875806979139442555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdwC_Zxpt4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/cNTLavayTPg/s72-c/Helena%27s+birthday+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4363347999375693942</id><published>2009-04-05T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:25:14.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April, so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The summit just east of Laramie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdjK6QkzP5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/HGtju_9gz1o/s400/stupid+laramie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226061968785298" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And here is a picture of Sinclair, outside of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rawlins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. All of the trucks and cars you see lined up here are waiting for the interstate to reopen. It's been closed for 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdjK6TFNQzI/AAAAAAAAAz4/yicBA1c0arc/s1600-h/I80SinclairWest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdjK6TFNQzI/AAAAAAAAAz4/yicBA1c0arc/s400/I80SinclairWest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226062641578802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, Wyoming. There's nothing like you (thankfully). It's weekends like this that make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; not to live there anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I don't want my Wyoming readers to be offended... I mean... seriously, the weather in Wyoming is ridiculous! But I do miss a lot of things about Laramie: the small town feel, all of my great friends, the way the wind howled so cozily outside my bedroom window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-4363347999375693942?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4363347999375693942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4363347999375693942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4363347999375693942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4363347999375693942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-april-so.html' title='It&apos;s April, so....'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdjK6QkzP5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/HGtju_9gz1o/s72-c/stupid+laramie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2243817983472103785</id><published>2009-04-02T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:56:56.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainstream appeal? No, thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; have always wanted to be part of a cult following. The best definition I could find of this elusive state is not really a good definition at all: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cult following is a group of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_(person)" title="Fan (person)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; devoted to a specific area of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_culture" title="Pop culture" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pop culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. These dedicated followings are usually relatively small, and often pertain to items that don't have broad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mainstream" title="Mainstream" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mainstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; appeal" (from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;). How can something be part of pop culture if it doesn't have mainstream appeal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, after much contemplation, I have determined that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;part of a cult following. I cult-follow (?) "Arrested Development", Fox's short-lived, underrated comedy about the most horrible people in America, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; family. Jason and I came to the conclusion that I can count "Arrested Development" as something I cult-follow last weekend after a conversation about whether or not it's fan base is small enough. My argument was that too many people like it; it seems like most of my friends and family think it's hilarious. But Jason pointed out that most of my friends and family have the same taste as me, and that they are not an accurate sample of the population. So... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! I am part of a cult following after all! And I did it before my 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; birthday! (I should add it to my list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I also wish that I was part of a secret society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2243817983472103785?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2243817983472103785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2243817983472103785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2243817983472103785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2243817983472103785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/cult-following_02.html' title='Mainstream appeal? No, thank you.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-254217860588055228</id><published>2009-03-31T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:50:03.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five reasons why I love LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdJ-3GUviOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/emWpVQSdH_c/s1600-h/LOST.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdJ-3GUviOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/emWpVQSdH_c/s400/LOST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319453594933496034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. It's like nothing I've ever seen. Ever. I can guess what's going to happen next all I want, but I'm never right. It's totally unpredictable and doesn't subscribe to the mass media drama formula like most other shows on prime time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. There's something for everyone: drama, horror, suspense, comedy, even a little romance (although I wish the writers would drop the stupid love quadrangle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Even with all of the different elements and story lines, in my opinion, the show is about people--their weaknesses and strengths, and the relationships that they form (and in most cases, ruin). What could be better than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Ben Linus. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. It's a "smart" show. And the best part is that there is an allusion to a great work of literature in nearly every episode--from "The Chronicles of Narnia", to "Animal Farm", to my personal favorite book of all time "Slaughter-House Five". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So if you already watch LOST, good for you. And if you don't, you should start. Just remember that you have to start at the beginning and watch in order or you won't understand anything that's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-254217860588055228?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/254217860588055228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=254217860588055228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/254217860588055228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/254217860588055228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-reasons-why-i-love-lost.html' title='Five reasons why I love LOST'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdJ-3GUviOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/emWpVQSdH_c/s72-c/LOST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7671487767214150973</id><published>2009-03-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:06:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Lena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFOEwT5NI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4HWknILVyd8/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFOEwT5NI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4HWknILVyd8/s200/Helena%27s+birthday+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319179111742301394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Daddy helping Helena stand at the girls' ladybug measuring board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is my baby's birthday. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is one year old! How did that happen?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena is a darling. She loves her big sister and follows her everywhere. She loves to play with things that make noise, like rattles and tambourines. She's a lot like me in that when she is happy, she is very, very happy; and when she's sad, she's very, very sad. She loves attention (hey, also like me) and she screams to let you know when she needs more. She makes everyone love her with her beautiful big smiles, her cute little wave, and her giggles and coos. We are so lucky to have her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is some random trivia about Lena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her full name is Helena Louise Anderson. That's Hel-A-Na, not Helen-A. Jason chose her first name (My Chemical Romance, anyone?) and her middle name is after my sister Kelsey and my Grandma Allan. She weighed 6 lb, 8 oz and was 19 inches long when she was born. She was due on April 6th; but was born on March 30th, 2008,&lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/03/helena-louise.html"&gt; after my midwife convinced me to let her break my water&lt;/a&gt;. She has three teeth (two on the bottom and one on top) and is finally starting to grow some very fine blond hair. She had a bright red birthmark on the very back of her head when she was born, but it has faded away now, and you can't see it unless I point it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we went to the aquarium to celebrate her birthday. She was a little nervous at first, but when I showed her that the fish couldn't swim out and get her, she really enjoyed it. She loved watching the tropical fish swim in their tanks and splashing her hands in the touch pool. (Tempe had fun, too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena's "Springtime" birthday party is next week, so check back for pictures of our real celebration! In the meantime, you can find her official first birthday portraits on my aunt Margaret's &lt;a href="http://margaretephotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/helena-birthday-girl.html"&gt;blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures of us at the aquarium. As usual, Tempe wouldn't look at the camera and Helena is starting to follow in her footsteps. Nooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFM_aDvlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/dPV5wAZY9TE/s200/Helena%27s+birthday+003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319179093126921810" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFNpI8RNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/OM9pJgcdeX0/s200/Helena%27s+birthday+004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319179104329417938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFOG8boKI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Kv94aXAulVM/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFOG8boKI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Kv94aXAulVM/s200/Helena%27s+birthday+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319179112330010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFMQYuraI/AAAAAAAAAzA/f4Lt_rOmAj4/s1600-h/Helena%27s+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFMQYuraI/AAAAAAAAAzA/f4Lt_rOmAj4/s200/Helena%27s+birthday+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319179080504880546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7671487767214150973?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7671487767214150973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7671487767214150973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7671487767214150973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7671487767214150973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lena.html' title='Happy birthday, Lena!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SdGFOEwT5NI/AAAAAAAAAzg/4HWknILVyd8/s72-c/Helena%27s+birthday+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7273669428645391265</id><published>2009-03-26T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:36:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would've thunk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... that on my fourth anniversary I would have a two-year-old and an almost-one-year-old, a wonderful, considerate husband, a gorgeous house, and my very own minivan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it has really been four years. And so far, it's been a good day. Jason woke me up at 7 with pancakes from McDonalds (yum! My favorite!) and I am going to surprise him after work with some ice cold Dr. Peppers. We are going to the Church International Art Competition and The Cheesecake Factory on Saturday to celebrate, but tonight I think we will just relax with our Dr. Peppers and The Office and 30 Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last year on this day: I was nine months pregnant with Lena, 4 cm dilated, and contracting all day. Not our best anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two years ago on this day: The Cheney's babysat Tempe while Jason and I went out to dinner in Laramie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Scv0jQg8v-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/0XTDHtapj1c/s200/IMG_2934.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317612671606767586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Three years ago on this day: I was three months pregnant with Tempe, and we went to Ft. Collins for dinner at P.F. Changs. Super yum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Four years ago on this day: We were sealed for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake Temple. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to find out more about why Mormons build temples)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7273669428645391265?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7273669428645391265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7273669428645391265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7273669428645391265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7273669428645391265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-wouldve-thunk.html' title='Who would&apos;ve thunk...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Scv0jQg8v-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/0XTDHtapj1c/s72-c/IMG_2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7760964336771433575</id><published>2009-03-26T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:59:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. LOST. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Although we see Sayid shoot Young Ben exactly where his heart should be (if he had a heart), there’s almost no chance that he’s dead." from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kulturblog.com/2009/03/lost-hes-our-you/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kulturblog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7760964336771433575?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7760964336771433575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7760964336771433575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7760964336771433575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7760964336771433575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-lost-ever.html' title='Best. LOST. Ever.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-977119197440241679</id><published>2009-03-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:27:24.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, U fans</title><content type='html'>Tempe knows we like the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go, go, go Cougars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" but beyond that, I didn't think she knew what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BYU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is. Well, she at least knows what a university logo looks like. On Saturday we were driving up to the zoo, and when we passed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rice-Eccles Stadium&lt;/span&gt;, Tempe saw a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red University of Utah "U" &lt;/span&gt;logo. She pointed at it and proudly said "It's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go, go, go Cougar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Mom! A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;cougar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div&gt;I just thought all my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U-fan&lt;/span&gt; friends would like that :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-977119197440241679?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/977119197440241679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=977119197440241679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/977119197440241679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/977119197440241679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-u-fans.html' title='Sorry, U fans'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-337360105088028429</id><published>2009-03-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:04:56.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roswell vs. Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stephanie Meyer totally ripped of "Roswell", the WB's late '90s show about aliens and the teenage girls that love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watch the pilot (on hulu.com). There are a few similarities between it and Twilight that really jumped out at me, including Max telling Liz that they "... can't do this. It's just too dangerous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of course, I still love Twilight. I forgive you, Stephanie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-337360105088028429?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/337360105088028429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=337360105088028429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/337360105088028429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/337360105088028429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/roswell-vs-twilight.html' title='Roswell vs. Twilight'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8403318870071235473</id><published>2009-03-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:55:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The opposite of my last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cari suggested that I make a list of the things I like about myself and I thought that was a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am really good at school without much effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I keep my house super clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am relatively good (not great) at lots of things: scrapbooking, writing, decorating, teaching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am really, really good at documenting memories for my family (like this blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a very good cook! And decent at baking as well. And along with that, I am pretty good at budgeting our food money and grocery shopping. I have a system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I am a pretty good mom. I am good at thinking of fun activities for us to do together and fun place to go together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am pretty good at making new friends when we move (I guess because I've gotten a lot of practice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am good at making other new people feel welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am (usually) a good driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I like LOST and 30 Rock and I think those should count for things that I like about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, I feel better after this post than I did after the last one. Cari, you are the best! Thanks for the suggestion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8403318870071235473?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8403318870071235473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8403318870071235473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8403318870071235473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8403318870071235473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/opposite-of-my-last-post.html' title='The opposite of my last post'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1666000449795909340</id><published>2009-03-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:20:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lately I have been feeling very frustrated with myself. There are so many things that I want to change and that I don't feel confident about; yet, for some reason, I don't ever change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I was a nicer person. Sometimes I am just mean. I think mean thoughts and I mutter mean things. I don't want my children to grow up to be mean-spirited like me! I want them to be kind and loving and patient and to remember that everyone has a mommy that loves them. I know that the best way to teach them is by example, and I am afraid that I don't set a very good example for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I was more patient with Tempe and Helena (mostly Tempe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I was more responsible with our money. I am prone to financial weakness, especially when it comes to food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I had better priorities. There is so much that requires my attention, things that can only be done while the girls are asleep--yard work, homework, housework... but by the time they go down for their naps, all I want to do is crash in front of the tv. And then I end up feeling guilty that I didn't get as much done as I could have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I was more on top of our non-existent food storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I had a talent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish I was better at doing my scripture study, planning family home evening, teaching the girls about the Gospel in our every day life, and doing my visiting teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And those are only the weaknesses I am going to admit--there are more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1666000449795909340?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1666000449795909340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1666000449795909340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1666000449795909340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1666000449795909340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5982907821003091999</id><published>2009-03-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:30:53.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple children's activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmbZqFYHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-mGLiAZclfI/s1600-h/March+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmbZqFYHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-mGLiAZclfI/s200/March+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415712389750898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;1. Smear one-year-old with peanut butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmbMd30mI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QmazxKsStLk/s1600-h/March+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmbMd30mI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QmazxKsStLk/s200/March+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415708848869986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Allow two-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; one-year-old to roll around in a pile of birdseed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmZ6J_CeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/f3xgh7t9eUw/s1600-h/March+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmZ6J_CeI/AAAAAAAAAyg/f3xgh7t9eUw/s200/March+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415686753749474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Hang in a tree for the birds to enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5982907821003091999?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5982907821003091999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5982907821003091999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5982907821003091999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5982907821003091999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-childrens-activity.html' title='A simple children&apos;s activity'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/ScQmbZqFYHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-mGLiAZclfI/s72-c/March+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2790882663145123436</id><published>2009-03-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:49:07.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was blog surfing, and came across one that really touched me: www.thegledhillfamily.blogspot.com. But I am warning, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; read it if you are pregnant, are the parent of young children, or have a heart. I just spent the last half hour crying as I scrolled through to read about the trial this family has had to endure.  I read through sad blogs like this pretty often--I just can't help myself, and then I always feel sad--but this one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;got to me because the little girl that this family lost was almost exactly the same age as Helena. I can't even imagine holding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;my Lena&lt;/span&gt; in my arms and saying goodbye, and knowing that it would be the last time I ever got to hold her. In this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because that is the silver lining to a tragedy like this. Their daughter is gone from them for now, but someday they will be together again. Heavenly Father has given us such a wonderful gift--the gift of forever families. Someday we will all be reunited with our loved ones, and all of the mothers who have had to say goodbye to their children will be able to hold them and love them again. That is the only thing that could ever help me through losing a child--although it's something I hope I will never, ever have to do. I don't think I am strong enough. I don't think I could bear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2790882663145123436?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2790882663145123436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2790882663145123436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2790882663145123436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2790882663145123436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7413323707604305900</id><published>2009-03-19T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:56:10.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I am a little down in the dumps, for more reasons than one, but only one that I am going to share on here: my Adolescent Literature teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She keeps sending back my assignments with biting, sarcastic comments in the margins. Comments that do not help me understand what she would like me to do differently in the next assignment. Comments that are not at all constructive criticism. And even though I know I shouldn't let someone I don't even know get me down... I do! I hate reading what she writes on my assignments. It makes me feel so bad about myself and about the quality of my work. I have always done really well in school--it's my "thing". I'm not good at sports, or art, or music, but I am good at school. So it's really hard for me when I do not do as well as I like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some strange things. My first five assignments were all graded 97. Now, all of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt;, six and seven have been graded 83 and littered with mean comments. But really, I don't think the quality of my work has changed at all. Also, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; graded assignment six as assignment eight and gave me a 97. When I called to point out it was graded as the wrong assignment, she re-graded it and gave me an 83! Isn't that strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7413323707604305900?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7413323707604305900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7413323707604305900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7413323707604305900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7413323707604305900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3821355521463692308</id><published>2009-03-14T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:57:04.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more Tempe-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Mis]quoting "The Little Mermaid":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "Lena is six years old, Mom! She is not a child!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I think we should.... I think we should... buy a bumpy ride." (She calls the ATVs at Grandpa's cabin "bumpy rides")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing her paci&lt;/span&gt;: "Mom, I not want to grow big and strong. I want to grow little. Can I grow little and have me paci?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3821355521463692308?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3821355521463692308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3821355521463692308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3821355521463692308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3821355521463692308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-more-tempe-isms.html' title='Even more Tempe-isms'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6293035256293944383</id><published>2009-03-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:26:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe is a big girl--but not by choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is the third day Tempe has gone without her pacifier. Woohoo! She was down to one paci, and she kept chewing on it, so Jason told her that when she bit it and it broke, we were going to throw it away and not get a new one. Well, Tuesday she bit through it and so I reminded her what Daddy had said. She remembered what I was talking about it and took it into the bathroom and put it in the trash herself. For the rest of the day she kept saying "I don't need me paci, I put it in the trashcan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then at bedtime... She was ok while I was reading her a story, but towards the end of the book she interrupted me and said "Mom, can I have me paci? Just one more paci, please?" It broke my heart to see the worry on her face when she realized she wasn't going to get her paci! Even after that, she did ok. She yelled a little bit, but went to sleep without it. In the middle of the night, she woke up crying for it. Jason went in and tried to console her--she was insisting she needed it--so he said "Here, suck on a pony's nose instead" and put a pony in her mouth. It worked! I laughed and laughed when I saw her sucking on her pony's nose the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, she is officially "off" pacifiers--but not by choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6293035256293944383?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6293035256293944383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6293035256293944383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6293035256293944383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6293035256293944383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/tempe-is-big-girl-but-not-by-choice.html' title='Tempe is a big girl--but not by choice'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-105806546117146944</id><published>2009-03-12T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:08:39.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Sbl5uO7G7pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_64rVwelqyU/s1600-h/IMG_2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312411070647168658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Sbl5uO7G7pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_64rVwelqyU/s320/IMG_2771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to go to Disneyland. I really want to go to Disneyland. I really, really want to go to Disneyland. I can't even say how much I want to go to Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if our tax return is really as big as we think it will be, we might be able to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But not until fall. I can't wait that long. Six more months? I'll go crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until then, I have to be content with planning our trip and finding the best deal on a hotel. Any tips? I've never really shopped around for a hotel. We need a family-friendly hotel with a suite (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; bedroom and living space) and a complimentary continental breakfast. We also want a refrigerator and microwave or kitchenette in our room so we can save a little on food costs by eating at the hotel instead of going out every night. The hotel needs to be relatively close to Disneyland--walking distance isn't necessary, but we will need a shuttle that doesn't take too long. And of course, we don't want it to be too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; or dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you think that's too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just keep picturing the expressions on Tempe and Lena's faces when we walk through the gates for the first time and they see the castle, the characters, the rides... and I keep imagining which rides they will like best. Dumbo? Winnie-the-Pooh? Mr. Toad's Wild Ride? Peter Pan? Tempe might even be tall enough to ride Splash Mountain--she just needs to grow 4 more inches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-105806546117146944?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/105806546117146944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=105806546117146944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/105806546117146944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/105806546117146944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-go-to-disneyland.html' title='I want to go to Disneyland'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/Sbl5uO7G7pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_64rVwelqyU/s72-c/IMG_2771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-9212668253693785603</id><published>2009-03-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:39:16.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more Tempe-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching tv with Mom. &lt;/em&gt;"I feel sad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Mom) "Why, sweetie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We don't have a doggy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[Several days later] &lt;em&gt;Watching "Pinnochio"  with Dad. &lt;/em&gt;"I wish I had a kitty cat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After hearing me leave a message on my sister-in-law's phone inviting her over:&lt;/em&gt; "Rachel gonna bring the girls [cousins Maddy and Libby] over to play?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reproving her sometimes-not-so-nice mother:&lt;/em&gt; "You need to be nice to other people, Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grocery shopping with Mommy before Uncle Tyler comes to spend the weekend:&lt;/em&gt; "We gonna share the eggs with Uncle Tyler?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical two-year-old response to my demands for obedience:&lt;/em&gt; "No, Mom! You be-have! I not have! I Tempe Joanney!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-9212668253693785603?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/9212668253693785603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=9212668253693785603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9212668253693785603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9212668253693785603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-tempe-isms.html' title='Some more Tempe-isms'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8907569086987239215</id><published>2009-03-09T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:42:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untagged wedding tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7s2im9VI/AAAAAAAAAws/Wvub-u4utY8/s1600-h/P3260202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287346038502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7s2im9VI/AAAAAAAAAws/Wvub-u4utY8/s200/P3260202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn't tagged, but thought this looked fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Wedding Date: March 26, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Where did you get married? Salt Lake LDS Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287351860746338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7tMOvWGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/OiB85ha0uFo/s200/P3250137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. How long did you date / were engaged? We dated for 3 months and were engaged for 5 months&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311288756021105938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV8-7IqFRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PGUqvfCj2B8/s200/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason proposed to me at the Timp Trailhead on October 30, 2004 (this picture was taken the following spring, after we were married)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311288774503524674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV8___NaUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ps8VE92ks_A/s200/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Were you a Bridezilla? Maybe... I worried about everything the entire time we were engaged because I wanted everything to be perfect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Wedding colors: Orange and pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311289809773313858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV98Qqwv0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/oTX2P81265E/s200/P3260170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. How many bridesmaids? My sister Kelsey and my sister-in-law Morgan; sisters-in-law Corinne and Katelyn were flower girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Where did you honeymoon? We spent our wedding weekend at the Homestead in Heber, Utah, then went to New Orleans for a week a few months later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311288767505285474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV8_l6swWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Eitz40_l-FM/s200/IMG_1078.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jason caught these two vampires on our vampire tour of the French Quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311289797640332834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV97jeCJiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IvIIWlaTpME/s200/IMG_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Where was your reception? The Orangerie at Red Butte Garden--it was really neat. It's a glass building that was once used to grow orange (so kind of like a greenhouse) and it was like being outside without having to worry about heat, cold, wind, rain, snow, or anything else. We also got to do pictures all over the grounds of Red Butte Garden.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287361490731234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7twGtQOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OaK2Yotzs1Q/s200/P3260163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287358723165650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7tly3jdI/AAAAAAAAAxE/wENLZB1cvXg/s200/P3260189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Is there anything you regret or would like to redo? I wish I had worn colored shoes instead of white. I wish we had danced to "First Day of My Life" by Bright Eyes instead of "What a Wonderful World". I wish I hadn't worried about things so much. I wish our photographer had given us digital proofs instead of a proof book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Did you save your cake top and eat it on your first anniversary? Nope--but we did eat leftover wedding cake for several months after the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287354771624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7tXEv0SI/AAAAAAAAAw8/-MiUP8u5uEE/s200/P3260225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. How long have you been married NOW? Four years in just a few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8907569086987239215?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8907569086987239215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8907569086987239215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8907569086987239215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8907569086987239215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/untagged-wedding-tag.html' title='Untagged wedding tag'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SbV7s2im9VI/AAAAAAAAAws/Wvub-u4utY8/s72-c/P3260202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5934064475177484378</id><published>2009-03-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:13:01.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More generosity than we deserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Due to the very giving, generous nature of both sets of our parents, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andersons&lt;/span&gt; now have two luxuries that we thought we would have to live without: a second car and the Internet at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The car came first. Jason's wonderful father helped us find a great second car--a 2000 Toyota Sienna. That's right, I am a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minivan mom&lt;/span&gt;. And I love it! Tempe does too. She asks me every day if we can go for a ride in the new van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; was just hooked up a few hours ago, although I can't figure out how to get the wireless to work. My mom knows how much I love blogging, and I think she missed reading about the girls, so she and my dad decided to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for us for an early birthday present. Aren't they wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5934064475177484378?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5934064475177484378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5934064475177484378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5934064475177484378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5934064475177484378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-generosity-than-we-are-worth.html' title='More generosity than we deserve'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3314123736417620901</id><published>2009-02-24T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:01:03.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to blog without the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; night (I go to my in-laws to use their wireless on Tuesday nights), I thought I would do a short update. We love being in our new house, but we do miss having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at home! Living without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and without a car can be kind of isolating for me, but I am lucky that I have two little girls to keep me company, a sister-in-law and nieces that like to come over and play, and several nice parks within walking distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tempe and Lena are getting to be better friends every day! They are actually starting to play together now, and Lena adores her big sister and follows her everywhere. Lena just learned to wave and is trying to figure out clapping. Tempe is learning more colors every day, and even tried to arrange her blocks into a circle the other night! The shape she made was more like a squashed oval, but it was a closed figure, so that's pretty good! I hope to start her in a Joy School program this fall when she is three. We also have not yet started potty-training... but now that her bathroom is painted and put back together, I really have no excuse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now that the weather is warming up (our last bit of snow melted today!) Jason and I need to get cracking on the yard. The house was vacant all fall and winter, so our lawn is matted with rotted leaves. I'm afraid to see what the grass is like under them all! After we get the leaves up, we need to haul out a brush pile in the back yard, take out several overgrown, ugly bushes, and add some flowers. It will be a busy spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3314123736417620901?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3314123736417620901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3314123736417620901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3314123736417620901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3314123736417620901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-blog-without-internet.html' title='Trying to blog without the internet'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2851202040125222185</id><published>2009-02-24T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:50:06.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tempe-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding Katelyn’s My Little Pony that got mixed in with our toys when we moved out of Jason’s parent’s house and subsequently became Tempe’s My Little Pony.&lt;/em&gt; “E [Katelyn] got this pony to me. It is so special to me. E got this pony to me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing around her bedroom in her Sunday dress and singing.&lt;/em&gt; “A sunbeam, a sunbeam! Jesus wants a sunbeam! A sunbeam, yeah, yeah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answering the next door neighbor’s question about where her Grandma lives.&lt;/em&gt; “Grandma Lisa live at Grandma Lisa house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the park with Daddy.&lt;/em&gt; “You know awesome, Dad? Dad, you know awesome? This playground is awesome!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surveying her newly unpacked bedroom.&lt;/em&gt; “I got new toys! Look at all me new toys!” [While we lived at Jason’s parent’s house, our stuff was in storage for over eight months, and Tempe apparently forgot all of her old toys in that period of time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming into the kitchen where Helena is crying while I try to make dinner.&lt;/em&gt; “It’s ok, Lena. It’s ok! I’m here. Someone hurt you, Lena? Mommy hurt you?” [I tried to assure Tempe that I did not hurt Lena, but she wondered why else Lena would be crying.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovering that Jason had put her Polly Pocket away in the wrong place before bed the night before.&lt;/em&gt; “Hey, this not go here! It go here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting Jason to toss her in the air.&lt;/em&gt; “Throw me up to me bedroom, Dad!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Read me a story, Mom. A real story.” &lt;em&gt;She pats me on my chest.&lt;/em&gt; “You!”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell a story about me? When I was big or when I was little?”&lt;br /&gt;“Little, just like Tempe!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bringing her green Gideon Bible into the bedroom where I am reading scriptures&lt;/em&gt;. “I got my scriptures, Mom! I reading my scriptures!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At dinner at Jason’s parent’s house before we moved out.&lt;/em&gt; “Doodle-oodle-oo!” [Gibberish] “You know that, Grandpa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking the aisles of the dollar store after her very first haircut.&lt;/em&gt; “I found the perfect toy, Mom! It’s a ball!” [I told her that she could pick just one toy if she was good for her haircut; she was.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving home from church and pointing at the different houses.&lt;/em&gt; “That not me own home, that not me own home, no, that one not me own home!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At dinner one night&lt;/em&gt;. “Hey, I have the idea. How ‘bout we all go outside and play! Hey, I have the idea. How ‘bout we go to the store. Hey, I have the idea. How ‘bout we get a treat. Hey, I have the idea. How ‘bout we all play dinosaurs. Hey, I have the idea. How ‘bout we take all Tempe’s clothes off!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about whether she is obedient or disobedient&lt;/em&gt;. “Mommy, I make you happy… but sometimes I make you sad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2851202040125222185?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2851202040125222185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2851202040125222185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2851202040125222185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2851202040125222185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-tempe-isms.html' title='Some Tempe-isms'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4223371960658285928</id><published>2009-02-24T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:47:01.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very bold choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SaSwhJueHSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yePxr9oOc58/s1600-h/February+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306560344542289186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SaSwhJueHSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yePxr9oOc58/s320/February+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watch enough home decorating/real estate shows to know that the color we just painted our bathroom is not going to be popular, and is probably going to reqire us to repaint if we ever want to sell our house... but before you make any judgements, let me explain. We only paid $5 for the paint. I found it in the "oops" section at Home Depot, and so, really, it's not too bold of a choice, because it was a $5 choice. Besides, me and Jason like it--we just don't think anyone else will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And notice how the blue in the shower curtain is the precise shade of blue on the wall. Crazy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, bathrooms are very hard to paint. Especially ours, because the wall slopes up on one side--the side with the toilet--and so it was hard to get the ladder close enough to reach the highest corner. But, we perservered, and if we got a little paint on the ceiling, well...  they're high ceilings so no one will notice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4223371960658285928?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4223371960658285928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4223371960658285928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4223371960658285928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4223371960658285928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-bold-choice.html' title='A very bold choice'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SaSwhJueHSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/yePxr9oOc58/s72-c/February+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6175720881719903730</id><published>2009-02-17T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:35:11.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a present?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is how it works..... The first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive a hand made gift from me during this year. When and what will be a surprise. BUT, in order for you to leave a comment on my blog, you have to post this on your blog first. (That means that sometime during this year you will send a gift to 3 people as well.) Get it? So, the first 3 people to comment on this post will be the lucky ones! Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6175720881719903730?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6175720881719903730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6175720881719903730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6175720881719903730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6175720881719903730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-present.html' title='Want a present?'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4846529254319811287</id><published>2009-02-17T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:31:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and why we love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night Jason and I had a fun conversation. It started because we no longer had a couch to sit on to watch tv--we moved the loveseat that had been our tv couch upstairs in preparation for the delivery of our new red sectional (see previous post). So instead of sitting on the cold hardwood floors just to watch reruns of "Man vs. Wild", we played Rummicube and then just hung out in the living room together. I was looking at our bookshelf, which is pretty well stocked, and I turned to Jason and said "Which of these books on the bookshelf here is your favorite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, that stumped him, because he couldn't narrow it down. And so we spent quite a while taking turns naming our favorite books and discussing them. Most of them we had both read, but there are a few that just one of us had read. Here is a partial list of the books we named, and who chose them as a favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Slaughterhouse-Five" (Kate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Brothers Karamzov"  I probably spelled that wrong (Jason) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Scarlet Letter" (Kate) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Blood Meridian" (Jason) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"To Kill A Mockingbird" (Kate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Grapes of Wrath" (Jason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"East of Eden" (Kate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" (Jason) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Count of Monte Cristo" (Kate) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Autobiography of Malcolm X" (Jason) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Kinfolk" but only as a Pearl S. Buck token--if we owned "The Good Earth" that would be on the list instead (Kate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"On the Road" (Jason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know there were more that we talked about, but it's hard to remember them now... we also came up with a few that we thought we had but don't have, and want to buy: "Animal Farm", "1984", and "Fahrenheit 451". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, if anyone is looking for something to read, there are our recommendations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4846529254319811287?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4846529254319811287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4846529254319811287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4846529254319811287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4846529254319811287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/reading-and-why-we-love-it.html' title='Reading and why we love it'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8731151277251306570</id><published>2009-02-17T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:14:02.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7dgD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zxGv6xVJBNk/s1600-h/February+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303968732911675778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7dgD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zxGv6xVJBNk/s320/February+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303968730815484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7dYQJUrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/OE1dTiYHj4Y/s320/February+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7c11jpPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0iCystJVtt4/s1600-h/February+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303968721577157874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7c11jpPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0iCystJVtt4/s320/February+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7crlvhOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aqNFerx_KxA/s1600-h/February+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303968718826472674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7crlvhOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aqNFerx_KxA/s320/February+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We just got this couch on Saturday as a Valentine's Day present to each other. We went to RC Willey just for fun, not planning on buying anything, when we saw this gorgeous suede sectional for only $800!! Can you believe that price? I didn't think it was right. But it was, and so we bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7cSqHDnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VV-voCpJd0o/s1600-h/February+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303968712133906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7cSqHDnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VV-voCpJd0o/s320/February+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-8731151277251306570?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8731151277251306570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8731151277251306570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8731151277251306570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8731151277251306570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-room.html' title='The Great Room'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZt7dgD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zxGv6xVJBNk/s72-c/February+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3800530009059765437</id><published>2009-02-11T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:45:35.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of e.xplanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are now living in our new house and we don't have the internet there :( So I have to limit my blogging to once a week when I go to the library. Next week I will actually write a real entry, but LOST is starting soon so I have to GIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3800530009059765437?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3800530009059765437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3800530009059765437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3800530009059765437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3800530009059765437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-of-explanation.html' title='A word of e.xplanation'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1264594129540118588</id><published>2009-02-11T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:44:10.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is it, the room with the giant mirror. I have given up hope of ever getting the mirror down, but we do want to paint the room brown to warm it up a little. We got that cute little brown chair for $50 on Craigslist! Score!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnkMQSgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/L4yhgq2s738/s1600-h/January+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735797703068162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnkMQSgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/L4yhgq2s738/s320/January+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMncVMKcI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mN-QHg5ouvo/s1600-h/January+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735795593062850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMncVMKcI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mN-QHg5ouvo/s320/January+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnI3tWHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ZzVH5NlAKSk/s1600-h/January+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735790369134706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnI3tWHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ZzVH5NlAKSk/s320/January+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnGxi3OI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9dOcsgMgeB0/s1600-h/January+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735789806410978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnGxi3OI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9dOcsgMgeB0/s320/January+035.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMm5HtSQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/J8BFmGpLhcM/s1600-h/January+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735786141272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMm5HtSQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/J8BFmGpLhcM/s320/January+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1264594129540118588?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1264594129540118588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1264594129540118588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1264594129540118588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1264594129540118588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-room.html' title='Living room'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOMnkMQSgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/L4yhgq2s738/s72-c/January+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-978228058817414599</id><published>2009-02-11T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:32:46.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe loves her new room, especially the "balloons" (white Japanese lanterns) strung along the shelf under the ceiling. She also likes that she has her very own toilet in the attached bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301733104448648274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOKKzCXNFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pPCZmUFzfQY/s320/January+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOKLVSVT0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/k4Z87J7IogE/s1600-h/January+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301733113642438466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOKLVSVT0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/k4Z87J7IogE/s320/January+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-978228058817414599?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/978228058817414599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=978228058817414599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/978228058817414599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/978228058817414599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempes-room.html' title='Tempe&apos;s room'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOKKzCXNFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pPCZmUFzfQY/s72-c/January+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-398186783586012578</id><published>2009-02-11T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:26:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are officially moved in to our new house--and I mean moved in, unpacked, cardboard boxes flattened and stowed in the crawl space... man it feels good. Here are some pictures of the master bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIicEGmqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/zDAW6gLm3pY/s1600-h/January+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301731311575538338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIicEGmqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/zDAW6gLm3pY/s320/January+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIiCtso2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/WAcP_HjvbU4/s1600-h/January+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301731304770675554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIiCtso2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/WAcP_HjvbU4/s320/January+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIh-VKFlI/AAAAAAAAAug/_G79Ba5POIg/s1600-h/January+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301731303594006098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIh-VKFlI/AAAAAAAAAug/_G79Ba5POIg/s320/January+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Don't laugh at my crappy desk. It only cost $10 when I was a single gal at BYU. Someday we will have a nicer one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-398186783586012578?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/398186783586012578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=398186783586012578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/398186783586012578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/398186783586012578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/02/master-bedroom.html' title='Master bedroom'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SZOIicEGmqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/zDAW6gLm3pY/s72-c/January+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2290346775037310530</id><published>2009-01-31T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:57:24.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to homeownership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have had an exhausting and emotional day today--it was moving day, plumbing day, appliance delivery day, and cleaning/unpacking day. Jason and I spent almost all day at the house and we actually got a lot done. Now we have more empty boxes than full ones! And so far, all of our stuff is accounted for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had a traumatic welcome to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeownership&lt;/span&gt;. Last night when we were at the house unloading boxes, we noticed a leak from the ceiling into the middle of the great room--a pretty steady leak. We turned off the water, poked a hole in the bubble that had formed, and forced all of the water out, then went home to cross our fingers until morning. This morning, our plumber told us that the only way to a) diagnose the problem and b) fix it, would be to rip open the ceiling to get to the pipe. My jaw dropped. I was afraid to even think how expensive that would be. But after turning on all the faucets and flushing all the toilets, the bubble wouldn't leak at all, so the plumber recommended that we just forget about it until it happens again. Then he went in the crawl space and found $1200 worth of repairs, including a broken regulator and a cracked pipe that was spraying water everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After he did his work, he came back to look at the bubble some more. It still wasn't leaking, and he went outside to look at the side of the house. He noticed that the dryer vent had pulled away from the siding of the house and that it was directly across from the bubble in the ceiling inside. So, it looks like &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; the problem came from water leaking into the gap between the vent and the house and seeping into the ceiling. That is very, very good news, because we just have to silicone seal around the vent and hopefully that will be the end of it. I hope it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My computer is being really weird now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2290346775037310530?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2290346775037310530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2290346775037310530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2290346775037310530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2290346775037310530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-homeownership.html' title='Welcome to homeownership'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3247729214526090098</id><published>2009-01-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:51:49.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of the pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday our loan/sale of the house was &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; finalized and so we went over last night to pick up our keys and do a little cleaning before moving day. I took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to take just a few pictures--more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlV6MNI6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/YNR0xzHA3ko/s1600-h/January+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189013789942690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlV6MNI6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/YNR0xzHA3ko/s320/January+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena in her very own big girl room! Kind of a boring picture, but we are planning on painting the walls green, so I will post "after" pictures later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlVjyVkXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hRj_3bf1RPI/s1600-h/January+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189007775863154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlVjyVkXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hRj_3bf1RPI/s320/January+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The view of the fireplace in the living room. Here are some of my favorite features: the round, lead-glass window, the corner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;windowseat&lt;/span&gt;, the tile on the fireplace hood, and the sunken living room (you can see the steps in the left corner). This is the room with the ginormous mirror and the high ceilings. It's a blah cream color now, but we want to someday paint it, probably a nice warm brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189000885062418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlVKHcSxI/AAAAAAAAAuI/HqUA24TQNYk/s320/January+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another view of the front of the living room--that's the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlVJa-kHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/0GhyTUdLaSk/s1600-h/January+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189000698564722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlVJa-kHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/0GhyTUdLaSk/s320/January+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; room in the house! This is the great room. At the other end is the kitchen and dining area (I'll take some pictures of those areas tonight). Isn't the brick wall gorgeous? And yes, that is another fireplace! In this picture you can kind of see the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;windowseat&lt;/span&gt;--it's about 8 feet long. And I wish the hardwood floor showed up better. I will try to get a picture that does it justice. It is a distressed hardwood floor--dinged and banged up, but very artfully! The walls are kind of an olive green, which doesn't sound nice, but it's a really nice color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We spent a few hours over there last night. After being vacant for a year, there were plenty of flies and plenty of dust for us to clean up. There was also the dead bird in the crawlspace that we had to get rid of, of course, and the old owner left us treats all over the house: cutting boards in the kitchen cabinets, cabin themed shower hooks in the linen closet, a string of really cool dragonfly lights (they're going in Helena's room), an old red suitcase in the crawl space, assorted half empty cleaners, two gallons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ranchero&lt;/span&gt; Red paint (unopened!), and a giant granite slab desk in the garage. Score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3247729214526090098?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3247729214526090098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3247729214526090098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3247729214526090098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3247729214526090098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-of-pictures.html' title='The first of the pictures!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SYNlV6MNI6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/YNR0xzHA3ko/s72-c/January+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5569018829715975944</id><published>2009-01-26T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:03:07.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason is a homeowner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You may have noticed that I haven't mentioned our house recently. We thought that we would be closing in early January and moved in by now, but obviously, that hasn't happened yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting our loan approved took a lot longer than we thought it would--it didn't help that just as soon as we turned in our application, interest rates dropped and the underwriters were bombarded with people refinancing! But eventually, the loan was approved, and our loan officer was actually able to get us an even lower interest rate. 4.875%, baby! That's like paying no interest at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, today Jason closed on the house. He is officially a homeowner! I say Jason and not "we" because I am not on the loan and I am not on the title, either (yet). My credit rating is 0, so we just put Jason on the loan. I hope that he puts me on the title soon so that he can't kick me out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We hope to record and take possession tomorrow; moving day is Saturday. Hopefully we will have some "before" pictures to post tomorrow night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5569018829715975944?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5569018829715975944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5569018829715975944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5569018829715975944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5569018829715975944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/jason-is-homeowner.html' title='Jason is a homeowner!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8863959620531345082</id><published>2009-01-24T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:43:08.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I really want to do before I am 30, but am afraid will never happen:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Write a children's book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8863959620531345082?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8863959620531345082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8863959620531345082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8863959620531345082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8863959620531345082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-really-want-to-do-before-i-am-30.html' title='What I really want to do before I am 30, but am afraid will never happen:'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2212672971940427170</id><published>2009-01-16T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:10:16.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad things come in threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Pell Grant problems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Busted computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. No more second car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Could be worse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2212672971940427170?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2212672971940427170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2212672971940427170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2212672971940427170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2212672971940427170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-things-come-in-threes.html' title='Bad things come in threes'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2567332821082927229</id><published>2009-01-14T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:24:31.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe and Giraffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pushing Giraffe in a stroller, leans down to his level:&lt;/em&gt; What's that, Grashie? Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picks him up:&lt;/em&gt;  It's ok, Grashie. They nice doggies!&lt;em&gt;  Points to dogs a few houses away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs Giraffe:&lt;/em&gt; I hold you, Grashie. It's ok. It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She carried him until we were past the house with the dogs, murmuring "It's ok" all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;How could you not love this kid??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2567332821082927229?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2567332821082927229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2567332821082927229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2567332821082927229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2567332821082927229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempe-and-giraffe.html' title='Tempe and Giraffe'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4634884591593054739</id><published>2009-01-14T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:53:26.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that mean boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I took Tempe and Helena to Arctic Circle for an ice cream and so that Tempe could play on the indoor playground. It was crowded, but we managed to find a table to sit at in the corner. Tempe ran off to play while Helena and I ate our ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tempe isn't at all shy, of adults or of other kids, and so it was perfectly natural for her to see a boy a few years older than she was by the slides and go say hi to him. I could see that she was smiling at him and saying something, but I don't know what they were talking about. The next thing I know, "that mean boy" pushed her away, and then put his hand on her head and pushed it down so that it hit against the side of the playground. I, of course, got up and rushed over and he scampered off when he saw me coming. Poor Tempe was crying pretty hard, and I could tell it was more because her feelings were hurt than anything. She was trying to be nice to him and make friends and he reacted like that? I would be hurt, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I comforted her, all the while scanning the room, trying to figure out who that bratty boy belonged to. Nobody got up to apologize, even though we were very conspicuous because she was crying so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I finally figured out who he belonged to. An elderly man who was sitting inside the restaurant, not by the playground, and who was completely ignoring his obviously disturbed grandson. I saw the same little boy push another kid and stand in front of the slide, blocking it from Tempe and another girl. That time I went over, tapped him on the shoulder, and said "You let them play. And don't push anyone again!" It scared him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish parents/grandparents wouldn't allow their children to treat others like that. It's not fair to the kids who do play nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4634884591593054739?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4634884591593054739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4634884591593054739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4634884591593054739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4634884591593054739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-mean-boy.html' title='that mean boy'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3057044606117570450</id><published>2009-01-11T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:29:49.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How BYU is ruining my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is going to be a long post, and I may start crying in the middle of it, so bear with me. Well, I guess none of you can tell if I'm crying or not, so that doesn't matter too much, but it is still going to be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am in the Bachelor of General Studies program. That means I can take all independent study classes to finish my bachelor's degree. Since I am officially in the program, I am also eligible for federal financial aid. So last year I filled out my FAFSA and at the end of the summer was awarded around $2300 in Pell Grant funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most students just receive a check from their Pell Grant; well, as a BGS student, I have other requirements. I must pay for my classes up front and then after I finish 25% of the coursework, I am sent 25% of the Pell Grant funds I am eligible up to that point (depending on the number of credits I am enrolled in); after I finish 75%, I receive the rest of the Pell Grant money. So I followed the requirements very carefully, and in November was sent a check for $592 after completing 25% of my coursework. When I completed 75%, I again contacted BYU to let them know, and they told me that $592 was the maximum amount awarded for 5 credits, which is what I was currently taken. Basically, instead of sending me the amount in two parts, they sent it to me all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So no big deal. I used the money to pay for more credits and got to work on them. Then, towards the end of November, I noticed that all of a sudden my student account at BYU showed $1183 in it; I didn't know why, so I called and found out that it was mistakenly posted to my account and would be removed the next day. I was advised to tear up and throw away any check that I might receive in the mail, which I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Still no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until two weeks ago, when I noticed there is a &lt;strong&gt;hold&lt;/strong&gt; on my record for a past due balance of $592!! I called to talk to someone about it. The first person I talked to told me it must be because I tore up the check for $1183 instead of sending it back (even though I was told to tear it up...) She told me she would email me a form to fill out and then the hold and past due balance would be removed. I waited a week, and didn't receive a form, so I called again. This time it took me 45 minutes to get through to anyone, and the girl I talked to told me she would have to talk to a processor and call me back. She said she thought I was supposed to receive two payments of $592 for fall semester, and instead, I essentially received three (because $592 x 2 = $1183). She said since I tore up the check and didn't cash it, they would just do a stop payment and it would get sorted out. I told her just as long as I don't have to pay the initial $592 back, because I already spent it. It took her a week to get back to me, and when she did, I missed the call and she just left a message saying that she was very sorry because she knew I said I had already spent the money, but I would have to pay back the $1183. !!!!!!!!!! Remember, when I got the check for $592, I spent it on more classes; when I got the check for $1183, I tore it up and didn't cash it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So. I called back. It took me 20 minutes to get through to someone else. He listened very carefully  and told me he would have to call me back. Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When he called back, he told me he had talked to someone that had checked to see that the check had not cleared the bank yet. He was going to have a stop payment put on it, but that person didn't come in until after his shift had ended, so he would just leave a message for him and then get back to me on Monday. He told me that even though BYU thought I owed them $1183, the "system" had $592 in it and that's why the past due amount was for $592 instead of $1183. I don't believe him. I don't think he knows what he is talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So. You can all understand why I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaking out&lt;/span&gt; here. I guess the very worst thing could happen would be that they are all idiots and I would have to pay back $592; but really, that's pretty bad, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If anyone reading this blog has experience with stupid financial aid people, I hope you can help me. They are all either unwilling or incapable of helping me themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3057044606117570450?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3057044606117570450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3057044606117570450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3057044606117570450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3057044606117570450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-byu-is-ruining-my-life.html' title='How BYU is ruining my life'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4875618869371555137</id><published>2008-12-31T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:37:09.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been wanting to do a "year in review" blog post on the last day of 2008, and then tonight when Jason and I were hanging out with our friends, Dan and Jess Hardy, we were talking about the dumb things people blog and twitter about, and how even though they are dumb, other people read about them... I think this post might fit into the category. But Jess said she likes reading stuff like this, so... at least one person might enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We came back from our fun-filled vacation (cruise to the Bahamas, visiting with family in Tennessee and Utah) to dreary, snowy, windy, yucky old Laramie. Jason had to go back to school and I entered the &lt;a href="http://http//andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-weeks-1-day-and-few-hours.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;uber-uncomfortable third trimester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tempe had her first (and only, so far) &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-weeks-1-day-and-few-hours.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;asthma attack&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to Build A Bear to make a teddy bear for "Baby Sister"; Jason bought me a $40 cheesecake for Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, uncomfortable... then... PAIN... then &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/03/helena-louise.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Helena Louise Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried to get used to caring for &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/04/count-your-many-blessings.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;two demanding children&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while getting ready for our move to Utah; Jason tried to prepare for graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jason &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/05/juris-doctorate.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Law school!!! We moved to Utah to live with Jason's parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bar Prep classes and studying for Jason; &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/06/riding-bikes-on-summer-evening.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;bicycling with Tempe and Helena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;all over Bountiful for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The girls and I visit &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-with-grandma-lisa-and-gang.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; Jason finishes up his Bar prep and takes the Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing really happened this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We begin &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-hunt-begin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;house-hunting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;this month; &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/tempe-joann-anderson.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tempe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; turns two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All kinds of fun activities this month: playing in the leaves, picking out pumpkins, getting ready for Halloween.... We make our first offer on a house this month (it was rejected). Plus, Jason was &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/officially-aba-wife.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;admitted to the Bar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;this month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Visit to Tennessee to &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/tennessee-finallee-haha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;welcome Tyler home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from his mission! We put an offer on our "dream house" this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Waiting, waiting, waiting.... then... finally! &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-festivus-miracle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;An acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Christmas came one week early for us when our offer on our dream house was finally accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So... that was the watered down version of this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4875618869371555137?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4875618869371555137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4875618869371555137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4875618869371555137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4875618869371555137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4463125505486038078</id><published>2008-12-28T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:47:35.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesnuts Roasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We had such a fun Christmas here at the Anderson home. On Christmas Eve, we went to Jason's grandma's house--a family tradition. We ate, sang some great songs ("Jing, Jing-a-Ling" and "Six White Boomers", among others), played White Elephant, and just enjoyed each other's company. When we got home, Jason and I helped Tempe and Helena open their Christmas Eve pajamas (a tradition from my side of the family) and put them to bed. Then we did those secretive things that Moms and Dads do on Christmas Eve after the kids are in bed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I thought that I was a grown-up, but I must still be a little childish, because I had such a hard time sleeping on Christmas Eve! When it was finally morning, we all got up at about 8:30 and went downstairs to see what Santa had brought. He brought Tempe a really cute dollhouse (and a racecar in her stocking) and he brought Helena a fun pink ride-on pony. After we all played with our Santa presents for a few minutes, it was time to open the rest of the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had quite a haul this year! It was very fun helping Tempe open her presents. She would get so excited about whatever she was opening that she would completely lose interest in the rest of the presents. Some of her favorites include some My Little Ponies and a Lightning McQueen pillow and blanket. Helena likes her two new books, her animal stacking rings, and her bead toy. Jason's doesn't choose favorites. Maybe he didn't like any of them. And as for me... well, it's hard to choose! I got the food processor that I wanted to make baby food, so that was good. My mom made me the cutest apron I have ever seen, and I love that! Jason framed a large family portrait to hang over our fireplace, and I love that too.... I don't know. It was pretty darn good. Most of all, it was nice to spend so much time with our family, just relaxing and playing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064060961291122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SVhRwxDH-3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/gCNesDXV4B8/s400/Family+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe and Helena in their Christmas dresses on the Sunday before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064039205249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SVhRvgAFIjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Igpr3Fmkb0Q/s400/Family+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe and Helena opening their presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064079902127186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SVhRx3m-NFI/AAAAAAAAAso/9uqq95dWHN8/s400/Helena+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena loves riding her new pony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064065346640994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SVhRxBYrHGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/iO7mbTUL_Ro/s400/Helena+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Helena got into a chocolate bar when I wasn't paying enough attention to her. She was very, very excited! And Austin didn't mind because he didn't like the kind of chocolate it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4463125505486038078?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4463125505486038078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4463125505486038078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4463125505486038078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4463125505486038078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/chesnuts-roasting.html' title='Chesnuts Roasting'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SVhRwxDH-3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/gCNesDXV4B8/s72-c/Family+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8478912332778880516</id><published>2008-12-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:05:19.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a dead bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning we had our house inspected. Quick, huh? I was glad to get it over with. I came at the very end of the inspection so he could show me everything, and when I got there, a realtor and his two clients were just coming out after their showing. Yep, their &lt;em&gt;showing&lt;/em&gt;. I wasn't too happy, especially because they tracked snow all over my brand new carpet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, everything was fine. Nothing pressing for us to take care of, but we do have a short list of repairs we will need to work on. The worst thing he found was a dead bird in the crawl space. I don't know how it got down there, because the only access to the crawl space is through the house--there's no outside access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And it's no longer on the MLS site! It's ours!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I loved it even more today. Everything except the mirror wall. I hated that even more. Does anyone have any ideason what to do about that? We would love to get rid of it, but in the meantime what can I do to improve the appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8478912332778880516?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8478912332778880516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8478912332778880516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8478912332778880516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8478912332778880516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-dead-bird.html' title='Only a dead bird'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4880107474355924320</id><published>2008-12-18T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:35:46.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Festivus Miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SUrqN3PjyMI/AAAAAAAAArA/QDMZ3Z0o1uw/s1600-h/DREAM+HOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281291036933736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SUrqN3PjyMI/AAAAAAAAArA/QDMZ3Z0o1uw/s400/DREAM+HOUSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, maybe I am jumping the gun here, but I can't hold back.... Judy the realtor called me today to tell me that we have an accepted offer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have been waiting to hear for six weeks now, and I was getting pretty antsy and nervous, so her phone call was very welcome. I truly believe it was an answer to prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our inspection is tomorrow morning, and after that, I think I will be able to really relax and not worry. I know from my parents' experience that it's not a sure thing until the closing papers are actually signed. I don't want to get my hopes up too much, but it's hard not to when my dreams are coming true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If all goes well (meaning it passes inspection and our loan gets pushed through quickly) we will probably close the week after Christmas. That means we will be in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our own home&lt;/span&gt; in early January. My own kitchen, my own furniture, my own bedroom, my own giant walk-in closet without a baby sleeping in it, my own yard, my own deck and storage shed.... well. Mine &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Jason's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4880107474355924320?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4880107474355924320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4880107474355924320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4880107474355924320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4880107474355924320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-festivus-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Festivus Miracle!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SUrqN3PjyMI/AAAAAAAAArA/QDMZ3Z0o1uw/s72-c/DREAM+HOUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7803941641733293078</id><published>2008-12-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:05:44.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>House # I forgot how many we have seen now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ziprealty.com/buy_a_home/logged_in/search/home_detail.jsp?property_type=SFR&amp;amp;source=SL&amp;amp;cKey=n5s00pxb&amp;amp;listing_num=849546&amp;amp;mls=MLS_SALTLAKECITY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280169191941673522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SUbt54-lEjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iDZ1NyJN2wo/s320/low+ceiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday, I (Jason stayed home with the girls because it was snowing and we didn't want to take them out) went to see a house that I thought I would love. And I was right! I did love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The house is a 100-year-old craftsman bungalow in the heart of Bountiful, just a block south of the Tabernacle. I have always loved that style of home and always wanted to live in that sort of neighborhood--old homes with plenty of character, near shops and other downtown amenities. It would completely solve our transportation dilemma, because I could walk to the library, post office, grocery store, park, and all kinds of cute shops. So those are two things that really attracted me to this house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The other thing that made me really want to go see it was the bathroom. IT HAS A CLAW FOOT TUB. Can you believe it?? A claw foot tub! What more could you ask for?? Not only does it have a claw foot tub, but it also has one of those sinks that is like a bowl set on the counter (I like those), which is granite, I might add. It's absolutely gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The house has a front porch with a swing, a large lot with mature trees and landscaping, a formal living room with built in bookshelves, 10 foot coved ceilings upstairs, a basement family room, the aforementioned gorgeous full bath + a 3/4 bath in the basement, a master bedroom with sitting room, a mudroom, a giant updated Pottery Barn-esque kitchen with bar, a built in desk, and two other rooms that would work well as bedrooms for the girls (one is in the basement and one is off the master sitting room, but it doesn't have a closet so it can't be considered a bedroom). Click on the picture to see pictures of the interior of the house. Whew! Needless to say, I was walking around in awe, as was my realtor (it was her first time going to this house). I was ready to sit down and pull our other offer and write a new one for this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then we went down to the basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, I'm not very tall. I'm not even 5'1. And my head was about four inches lower than the ceiling in the basement. I'm serious; my realtor, who is about 5'9, Jason's height, almost had to duck her head to walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was so disappointing! Unless it dropped about $30,000, we wouldn't want to risk losing money trying to (someday) sell a house that lots of people couldn't even stand up straight in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been thinking about it all day and yearning for it. That's right, yearning. I want it. I loved it so much, and if it weren't for the resale value, I would still want to buy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other house news, today is our official deadline. Can you believe six weeks has gone by? But we aren't going to hear anything today; the listing agent says ours is the only offer they have but it isn't ready yet. He swears it will be signed by the end of the week. He said that last week, too. Our agent told him that she has taken us to several other houses and that we're starting to get impatient. I don't think that will help any. The bank is just going to take their time, and what are we going to do about it? Nothing. If we tried threatening them and saying we'll walk away, they would say "Fine. Walk away. We already lost money, we'll just keep trying." And we have nothing to walk away &lt;em&gt;to, &lt;/em&gt;so for now, we are stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And this is my 100th entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7803941641733293078?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7803941641733293078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7803941641733293078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7803941641733293078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7803941641733293078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/house-i-forgot-how-many-we-have-seen.html' title='House # I forgot how many we have seen now'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SUbt54-lEjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iDZ1NyJN2wo/s72-c/low+ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7898870003954567030</id><published>2008-12-06T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:09:06.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lena Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjHruUbzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mRDdE21qO20/s1600-h/Helena+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709265809370930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjHruUbzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mRDdE21qO20/s320/Helena+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjHK128AI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gkiHFOvmLMw/s1600-h/Helena+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709256982622210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjHK128AI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gkiHFOvmLMw/s320/Helena+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjGisMKUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BodbQG8pM0I/s1600-h/Helena+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709246204651842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjGisMKUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BodbQG8pM0I/s320/Helena+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjGQnRH2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/_qu9_9QSxK0/s1600-h/Helena+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709241352167266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjGQnRH2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/_qu9_9QSxK0/s320/Helena+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I was nursing Lena in bed, and when she was done eating, she just cuddled up against me, cooing and smiling. She is such a cuddly girl, and I love taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to just snuggle with her every once in a while. It's so nice to hold her and see how happy and safe she feels in my arms. I'm so grateful that I have such a sweet, loving little baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lena is learning how to scoot around on her tummy now. She doesn't get up on her hands and knees yet, but she army-crawls across the floor. She also has her first tooth now! I can't believe how big she is getting. She will be a year old before I know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jason and I took the girls to the Festival of Trees last night, and it was another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; for me to think about how blessed I am to have a happy, healthy family. For those of you who don't know, the Festival of Trees is a charity event that benefits Primary Children's Hospital. All of the trees are decorated in honor of someone and are sold at auction to raise money. The trees are all gorgeous, but it's pretty sad when you think about why they are there. I kept hugging Lena closer and thinking how lucky I am that I have healthy children. I hope that they always are!&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-7898870003954567030?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7898870003954567030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7898870003954567030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7898870003954567030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7898870003954567030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/lena-lou.html' title='Lena Lou'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STqjHruUbzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mRDdE21qO20/s72-c/Helena+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5749866136730418191</id><published>2008-12-04T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:02:33.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SThuUtMEJjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b24LUL77PFc/s1600-h/Tempe+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276088265471174194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SThuUtMEJjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b24LUL77PFc/s200/Tempe+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I focused on Jason, and today I want to focus on Tempe (tomorrow will be Lena's turn). Every day that I spend with Tempe, I love her more. I am so proud of the little girl she is becoming. She is spunky, smart, independent, considerate, and loving. The most rewarding part of motherhood is watching her play "mommy"--I must be doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; right if she wants to be like me! Today we were finger painting. I use an old shirt of mine for a smock, and when we were done, she wouldn't let me take it off. She is still wearing it and saying "Tempe is Mommy!" every few minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She has just started saying "I love you", and nothing warms my heart more than hearing her say "I wuv you, Mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5749866136730418191?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5749866136730418191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5749866136730418191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5749866136730418191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5749866136730418191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/tempe-jo.html' title='Tempe Jo'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SThuUtMEJjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b24LUL77PFc/s72-c/Tempe+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5070444409346573373</id><published>2008-12-03T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:34:35.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch8Yo0iQI/AAAAAAAAApw/MRKMVhNXlik/s1600-h/IMG_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722809777359106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch8Yo0iQI/AAAAAAAAApw/MRKMVhNXlik/s200/IMG_1165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue Run Farm, June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7knSt6I/AAAAAAAAApg/PlOwhVDpS6g/s1600-h/camping+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722795812304802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7knSt6I/AAAAAAAAApg/PlOwhVDpS6g/s200/camping+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Vedauvoo, September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7yo7MuI/AAAAAAAAApo/ai7A-IEwjlY/s1600-h/cruise+pictures+027+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722799577248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7yo7MuI/AAAAAAAAApo/ai7A-IEwjlY/s200/cruise+pictures+027+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Snorkeling in the Bahamas, December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7GW8qMI/AAAAAAAAApY/jNQFT4t74tM/s1600-h/IMG_4412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722787690686658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch7GW8qMI/AAAAAAAAApY/jNQFT4t74tM/s200/IMG_4412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; BYU-UCLA game, September 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722783687055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch63caGVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2Gzr5ARlI6A/s200/IMG_4449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hiking in Bountiful, October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I was thinking about my great husband Jason. I've always known I'm pretty lucky, but sometimes I get distracted with screaming kids, BYU financial aid circular logic, and intense budgeting. It's easy to focus on all the hard things about life and not think about what I have, but I hope to change my ways. Instead I am going to focus on embarrassing Jason more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first time I noticed Jason was at a ward mix-and-mingle. We were all supposed to bring something that "represented" ourselves and talk about it. I brought my lion cookie jar that roared when you opened its mouth. When Jason stood up, he said, very seriously, "I don't feel comfortable sharing things about myself." I thought he was hilarious. In fact, that incident is what prompted me to invite him hiking at Bridal Veil falls, which in turn prompted me to cuddle with him during the movie later and eventually ask him out on our first date. I was so smitten that I didn't even let our age difference (5 years felt huge when I was only 19 and he was 24!) scare me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The best thing about him is that he still makes me laugh all the time. We haven't run out of things to say to each other, even after 4 whole years! I know, amazing, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm so grateful that I found him, and even more grateful that someone else didn't find him first :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5070444409346573373?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5070444409346573373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5070444409346573373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5070444409346573373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5070444409346573373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/jc.html' title='JC'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STch8Yo0iQI/AAAAAAAAApw/MRKMVhNXlik/s72-c/IMG_1165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4700224237007959349</id><published>2008-12-03T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:53:09.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Argh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Del Espinosa, the listing agent of our dream house, told our agent that we would have an answer by the end of November. But now he says it will be another 2-3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess I should be grateful that they are taking so long, because that means we will just have that much more money in savings. Our agent asked if it was worth it to us to keep waiting. I said yeah, it is, since there's literally no other house we are interested in making an offer on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we just have to be patient for a few more weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4700224237007959349?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4700224237007959349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4700224237007959349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4700224237007959349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4700224237007959349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/12/argh.html' title='Argh!!!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3556203070753788670</id><published>2008-11-26T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:16:38.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I am very discouraged. It seems like no matter how hard I work, I never get closer to my goal of graduating from college. I have 26 credits left and it feels like it will take a lifetime to finish them! If we had more money I would be able to finish those remaining credits in two or three years; but right now we are not in a financial position to contribute any money to my education. I have been so blessed to receive several scholarships in the past year and a Pell Grant, and I have been depending on those to pay for some of my classes. Unfortunately, there are very complicated guidelines concerning Pell Grants for BGS students (that's me) and I'm not sure I will be able to access all of the money that I was awarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's frustrating. So far, I have had a hard time finding someone at BYU that is familiar both with Pell Grants and with the BGS program, so I haven't gotten any real answers. I have a phone appointment with a financial aid counselor on Monday and I hope that she will be able to help me. If not, I think I might scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3556203070753788670?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3556203070753788670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3556203070753788670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3556203070753788670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3556203070753788670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-admit-it.html' title='I admit it'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8409337639438418171</id><published>2008-11-24T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:37:44.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SStHDQunZZI/AAAAAAAAAog/Rj5dYdq5rIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272385910122964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SStHDQunZZI/AAAAAAAAAog/Rj5dYdq5rIQ/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tag! I'm it. Margaret tagged me with the "4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; tag", where you post the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture in the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder on your computer. Here's mine! It's from July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2006--my baby shower when I was pregnant with Tempe. I think I'm holding up a pack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onesies&lt;/span&gt; in this picture. My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.mere-complexities.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; took pictures of me opening my presents. I was so happy that she was able to come! We lived with Jason's parents that summer, and most of my friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; weren't around for the summer. I didn't really know anyone in the ward here, so my baby shower was all Jason's relatives + Amanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tag Rachel W., Jeanne S., Amanda D., and Kristy S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8409337639438418171?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8409337639438418171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8409337639438418171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8409337639438418171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8409337639438418171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/4th-tag.html' title='The 4th Tag'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SStHDQunZZI/AAAAAAAAAog/Rj5dYdq5rIQ/s72-c/IMG_1767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7045182014710361307</id><published>2008-11-22T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:00:20.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Houses #19, 20, 21, 22, and 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's been a while since we went to see any houses, but today we went to quite a few. There were a few that we might keep our eyes on, but nothing that jumped out at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfu7xBS8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/HyXBzurVRX4/s1600-h/centerville2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709361247439810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfu7xBS8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/HyXBzurVRX4/s320/centerville2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #19 was a 3 bedroom, almost 2 bathroom home in Centerville, just a few streets north of the house we have an offer in on. We liked a lot of things about it: the layout was exactly what we are looking for, it has an unfinished room in the basement that could potentially be a 4th bedroom, and it has a huge backyard. But it doesn't have a master bathroom and besides, it's at least $15,000 more than we can afford. If it drops $20,000 we would probably be really interested! In the meantime, I think I'm going to send my brother-in-law and his wife over there to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuZBlDcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Dx3KRjIf_rw/s1600-h/cookie+cutter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709351921651138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuZBlDcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Dx3KRjIf_rw/s320/cookie+cutter+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #20 is a new construction short sale (feel sorry for the builder!) in Centerville, with 3 bedrooms and 2 1/2 bathrooms. It was ok. It had no backyard, and not really any potential for a backyard, and I thought some of the materials used looked a little cheap, like the kitchen counters. They were made to look like they were marble, but they very obviously weren't. I didn't like that at all. The master bathroom and walk-in closet was too big--a waste of space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuT_PEkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qvY6cnqMR00/s1600-h/cookie+cutter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709350569644610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuT_PEkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qvY6cnqMR00/s320/cookie+cutter+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #21 was in the same development as #20, and had almost the same floorplan. However, this one had a much bigger lot and although it was unfenced, it has the potential for a decent backyard. We liked the layout a little bit better. The master bedroom still had a nice big walk-in closet and a nice master bathroom, but it wasn't oversized. And in the master bedroom, there was a sort of nook off to the side that was just the right size for a crib someday! We really liked that. I guess this could be an option to fall back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuXZgNMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/g54k6AYN9oQ/s1600-h/collided+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709351485125826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuXZgNMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/g54k6AYN9oQ/s320/collided+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't this house look like two houses that collided and got stuck together? House #22 is a short sale in West Bountiful, with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. It was a mess inside, with half finished tile in the entryway, stained and worn carpet throughout, a half finished shower in the master bathroom, and soft spots on the floor. The layout was really nice and it's in a nice neighborhood, but at $10,000 over our budget and needing another $10,000 put into it, it's a no-go for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuMUg4fI/AAAAAAAAAn4/soqOQ8Wu4bU/s1600-h/foxboro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709348511408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfuMUg4fI/AAAAAAAAAn4/soqOQ8Wu4bU/s320/foxboro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;House #23 is another new construction in Foxboro. We've already seen a house in Foxboro (&lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/houses-13-14-15-and-16.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;house #16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and we really didn't like it, but we want to look at all of our options. I liked the layout of this house a lot, but it had no backyard at all yet--meaning dirt and rocks behind the house, that's it. The builder came to it with us, and he said it would be about $3,000 to put in the sod and fence. Besides that, it's in Foxboro, which is just so out of the way. So we will probably scratch this one off our list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Still holding out for #18... we should find out next week if they accept our offer. If they do, the bank wants to close soon after. Who knows, we may even be in our own house by Christmas!&lt;/span&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/4216859463348559838-7045182014710361307?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7045182014710361307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7045182014710361307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7045182014710361307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7045182014710361307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/houses-19-20-21-22-and-23.html' title='Houses #19, 20, 21, 22, and 23'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSjfu7xBS8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/HyXBzurVRX4/s72-c/centerville2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8433991795671065996</id><published>2008-11-21T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:03:02.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Go on up to your crib... I mean, your big girl bed!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSeQwjVpuhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cF02cvRl_6c/s1600-h/Tennessee+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341052654631442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSeQwjVpuhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cF02cvRl_6c/s400/Tennessee+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week I found a great toddler bed + mattress on Craigslist for only $75! I think it was a steal, because toddler beds go fast, and this one is really cute. Tempe learned how to climb out of her crib (also this week), so it was perfect timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;big girl bed&lt;/span&gt;!! She has done fabulously. She sleeps in her bed without wandering around the room or playing after we leave. She hasn't even fallen out yet! She is really growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other Tempe news, she pooped in the tub today... ugh. Maybe the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; part about being a parent. When Jason came home from work, she ran to him to tell him the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Yucky poo-poo, bathtub, oh yuck! And Mommy, Mommy, oh oh, Mommy! [said with  her hand to her mouth as if calling someone] Uh-oh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Then what did Mommy do?" Daddy prompts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Oh, that's ok! Mommy [unintelligible chatter] moose poop, yuck, clean it up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She said something about moose poop because once when we were at the cabin, a moose had pooped out by the swing set. It made a big impression on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8433991795671065996?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8433991795671065996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8433991795671065996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8433991795671065996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8433991795671065996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-on-up-to-your-crib-i-mean-your-big.html' title='&quot;Go on up to your crib... I mean, your big girl bed!&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSeQwjVpuhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cF02cvRl_6c/s72-c/Tennessee+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-812101758897991752</id><published>2008-11-20T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:13:23.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee--finallee!! (haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am finally blogging about our recent trip to Tennessee. We went to welcome my brother back from his mission, and it was so great to spend some quality time with him and with the rest of the family. We had a lot of fun playing games, eating dinner as a family, and catching Tyler up on The Office and LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's a pretty funny story about Tyler's actual homecoming--funny, and sort of sad. We arrived at the airport about 20 minutes before his flight was supposed to land, armed with cameras and welcome home signs, and got all settled in where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;passengers&lt;/span&gt; come out. We waited, and waited, and waited, and kept checking his flight status. Finally, my dad started asking people what flight they were coming from, and none of them were from Tyler's flight! About 15 minutes after his flight landed, my dad's cell phone rang. He answered, and to our dismay, it was Tyler--downstairs at the baggage claim and wondering where we all were! We had, unfortunately, neglected to see if Delta came out at the same place as the other airlines (they don't). So we all rushed down to baggage claim and ran to him. Poor Tyler!! He said his stomach was full of butterflies and he was so excited to see us again, and then he walked out and.... nothing! We were no where in sight! Luckily, he had met some members on his flight, so he found them at baggage claim and asked to borrow their cell phone to call Dad. I just think it's amazing that he could remember Dad's number after 2 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895648647983474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSX7qoHQsXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MlXADVzM83I/s320/Tennessee+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kelsey and Jeff waiting for Tyler's flight to land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895652934941906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSX7q4FWfNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UER-IKvvLxk/s320/Tennessee+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elder Allan in front of our homemade banner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895660336307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSX7rTp-XCI/AAAAAAAAAng/tDHbX9aomQ4/s320/Tennessee+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While we were in Tennessee, we were able to meet up with our friends from law school, the Smiths. They live in Huntsville, Alabama, so we met at an awesome children's museum in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt;. I love that Tempe and Caleb are holding hands and looking at each other in this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895665340384850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSX7rmTChlI/AAAAAAAAAno/xpQa-xbnDJo/s320/Tennessee+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe loved being at Grandma Lisa's house again. The weather wasn't great, but we took advantage of it when we could, playing in the yard and going for walks or to the park as a family. I'm so glad that Tempe and Helena are able to see their grandparents as often as we do, even though we live so far apart! I hope we continue to be able to see each other regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-812101758897991752?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/812101758897991752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=812101758897991752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/812101758897991752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/812101758897991752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/tennessee-finallee-haha.html' title='Tennessee--finallee!! (haha)'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SSX7qoHQsXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MlXADVzM83I/s72-c/Tennessee+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3284468649078490427</id><published>2008-11-18T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:08:31.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting for our dream house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've got some more information about our dream house--&lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-18-my-dream-house.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;house #18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. While we were in Tennessee last week, my brother-in-law's realtor tried to take him and his wife to our house. They said they couldn't go see it because we have an offer on it, and their realtor said "Oh yeah, they said there was an offer on it but they're hoping for something better." Umm, hello, our offer is only $4,000 less than the asking price! I think that's a pretty good offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the house is also officially in foreclosure, with a sale date set for the end of the month. So we should know by then. One of three things will happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ours is the best offer and the bank accepts it to avoid foreclosure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A better offer is made and the bank accepts it to avoid foreclosure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The bank doesn't accept an offer and goes into foreclosure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If option 3 happens, I will be so mad. Foreclosure is expensive for the bank, so they probably still wouldn't end up with what they're owed (which is $222,000). If a better offer is made there is obviously nothing we can do about it, so we just have to keep praying that no one else will want it as much as we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am trying to prepare myself for rejection, but it's hard. We are so ready to have our own place again, especially since Tempe has learned how to climb out of her crib. Everyone keep their fingers crossed for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3284468649078490427?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3284468649078490427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3284468649078490427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3284468649078490427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3284468649078490427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-waiting-for-our-dream-house.html' title='Still waiting for our dream house...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5752165675385541028</id><published>2008-11-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:34:15.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 random facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I've been tagged by my cute friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mylifemyjoys.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, so here are 7 random things about me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I spend a lot of time thinking "conversations" in my head... um, yeah, that sounds weirder than it really is. I just mean I think of what I would say to certain people, and what they would say to me, and how our conversations would go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Between the years of 2000 and 2005, I lived in North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Utah, Tennessee, and Wyoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I use Facebook to spy on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My go-to snack at bedtime is toast with peanut butter and a big glass of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bad grammar and poor spelling drive me crazy (so I use spell check all the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I started writing our Christmas letter way before Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to two different high schools.... crazy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, now I tag... Kristy S., Rachel A., Rachel W., Cari P., Jaida H., Christie B., and Mary H.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5752165675385541028?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5752165675385541028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5752165675385541028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5752165675385541028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5752165675385541028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-random-facts-about-me.html' title='7 random facts about me'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5905331434700491259</id><published>2008-11-07T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:17:42.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night we made an official offer on our "dream house" in Centerville. Because it's a short sale, the offer goes to the bank, not the seller, and they take much, much longer to accept or reject than a normal seller would, so we won't know for quite a while. We offered $200,000, which was $9,000 less than the asking price last night... but today the price dropped to $204,000! So our offer was only $4,000 less than the asking price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This makes me both happy and sad. Happy because maybe the bank will realize we made a great offer and accept, maybe even sooner than the December 15th deadline we gave them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sad because maybe somebody else will come along and offer what they're asking and snatch it away from us :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess all we can do is cross our fingers and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5905331434700491259?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5905331434700491259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5905331434700491259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5905331434700491259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5905331434700491259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-9009230352520675515</id><published>2008-11-05T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:54:31.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w142.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w142.photobucket.com/albums/r95/keander/4128847a.pbw" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s142.photobucket.com/albums/r95/keander/?action=view&amp;current=4128847a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-9009230352520675515?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/9009230352520675515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=9009230352520675515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9009230352520675515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9009230352520675515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumn-fun.html' title='Autumn fun'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3995614525544995936</id><published>2008-10-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:27:04.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially an ABA wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**I forgot to blog about this last week. I also forgot to take my camera to the ceremony, so there are no pictures with this post**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since we've been married, I've been a law wife and an ABA candidate wife... and now I am officially an ABA wife! That's right, Jason was officially admitted to the Bar last Thursday. I took the girls to the ceremony (luckily his parents were there to help me with them) and we were all so proud of him after he took the oath! Tempe raised her right hand when she saw all the new attorneys do it--it was pretty cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterwards we went to Rodizio's, which was absolutely amazing. If you haven't been, you should go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3995614525544995936?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3995614525544995936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3995614525544995936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3995614525544995936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3995614525544995936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/officially-aba-wife.html' title='Officially an ABA wife'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1061952097478204441</id><published>2008-10-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:55:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the good old days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQkiJ4O4QkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PbTqJ4UK-N4/s1600-h/homestar_runner.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775192668095042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQkiJ4O4QkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PbTqJ4UK-N4/s400/homestar_runner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason and I just spent a few minutes with an old friend of ours: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.homestarrunner.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Homestar Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! We used to go there all the time when we were dating and engaged, but I don't think I've seen any Homestar Runner since then. That means it's been four years (because tomorrow is our four-year-engagement anniversary!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That silly marshmallow guy just made me feel really happy and nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1061952097478204441?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1061952097478204441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1061952097478204441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1061952097478204441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1061952097478204441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-good-old-days.html' title='Ahh, the good old days!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQkiJ4O4QkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PbTqJ4UK-N4/s72-c/homestar_runner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7938194637116329428</id><published>2008-10-24T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:17:05.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>House #18--My dream house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ziprealty.com/buy_a_home/logged_in/search/home_detail.jsp?property_type=SFR&amp;amp;source=SL&amp;amp;cKey=1q1lcf34&amp;amp;listing_num=735469&amp;amp;mls=MLS_SALTLAKECITY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260914070749390050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQKFeUzfJOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/S8APK5mxfWU/s320/DREAM+HOUSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We saw my dream house tonight. As an added bonus for everyone, I made the picture into a link so you can go see the virtual tour and interior pictures. But they don't do it justice. It was so fabulous inside, with wonderful details that really turn a house into a home--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;windowseats&lt;/span&gt;, built in bookshelves, two gorgeous fireplaces, a distressed wood floor, slate panels in the dining room floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here are the specifics: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 1750 square feet, wonderful location in a family neighborhood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;, short sale listed at $209,000. This house, believe it or not, has been listed for 393 days. 393!!! We can't pay what they are asking, but are hoping that since it is a short sale and it's been on the market for so long, the bank will just cut their losses, and take a lower offer. Our realtor is going to talk to the listing agent and see if he is anticipating a price cut, since it hasn't gone down in price for 2 1/2 months. And after we hear back from her, I think we will make a low offer and just cross our fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm overwhelmed. It was so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7938194637116329428?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7938194637116329428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7938194637116329428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7938194637116329428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7938194637116329428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-18-my-dream-house.html' title='House #18--My dream house!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQKFeUzfJOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/S8APK5mxfWU/s72-c/DREAM+HOUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8373229441673738051</id><published>2008-10-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:49:48.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>House #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQIl4XAbqsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6Vs-vkhW1r4/s1600-h/woods+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260808964900891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQIl4XAbqsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6Vs-vkhW1r4/s320/woods+cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We saw house #17 last night: 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 2,110 square feet, listed just this week at $195,000. It's in Woods Cross, and what we could see of the neighborhood looked nice, but it was dark when we saw it, so who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The house is a great value (only $92/square foot) and it's all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liveable&lt;/span&gt; condition, but it's pretty outdated. There was wallpaper in almost every room. And not just wallpaper, which I would prime and paint over easily, but textured wallpaper. There was new carpet in several rooms, and the old carpet was still in good condition. The kitchen cabinets were nice, but a bit outdated, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;countertop&lt;/span&gt; was pretty old. The basement was awesome, with a large family room, two big bedrooms, a storage room, a 3/4 bathroom, and a wet bar. The backyard also looked pretty nice: big, grassy, shady, and fully fenced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall, it was a nice house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8373229441673738051?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8373229441673738051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8373229441673738051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8373229441673738051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8373229441673738051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-17.html' title='House #17'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SQIl4XAbqsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6Vs-vkhW1r4/s72-c/woods+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1693014260338516170</id><published>2008-10-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:44:19.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>My bad habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a bad habit. It's getting out of control,and it makes me feel sick to my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I look at houses that are out of our price range--not so much out of our price range that I know it's impossible, but enough that it's improbable, which makes it worse. I found one tonight that I am in love with, even without going to see it in person. It's $20,000 more than we would like to spend and $10,000 more than we can afford to spend. But it's been on the market for &lt;strong&gt;over a year&lt;/strong&gt;, so maybe they will take $15,000 less than the asking price...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish I hadn't seen it. I'm afraid to go to a showing because I know I will love it so much.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those of you who knew that we made an offer on a house last night: the seller countered, but only went down $2,000. The house is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; worth even that, so we are crossing it off our list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1693014260338516170?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1693014260338516170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1693014260338516170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1693014260338516170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1693014260338516170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bad-habit.html' title='My bad habit'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-623280297479365876</id><published>2008-10-21T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:27:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sometimes find myself thinking so much about what I want or feel like I deserve or need that I am not grateful for all of the things that I have. Or, as Conor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oberst&lt;/span&gt; says, "My mind races with all my longings, but can't keep up with what I've got." So I have decided to focus more on my blessings and being appreciative of what I have by keeping a daily blog of what I am grateful for: www.grateful-kate.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-623280297479365876?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/623280297479365876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=623280297479365876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/623280297479365876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/623280297479365876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/grateful-kate.html' title='Grateful Kate'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5964169259710271820</id><published>2008-10-19T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:40:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pam, I have ideas on a daily basis, I know I do..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just like Michael Scott, I, too, have great ideas (maybe not on a daily basis, but pretty often). If I had any idea of how to manufacture things or run a business, I could probably make a lot of money. Unfortunately, I don't know what to do with my ideas other than have them. So here are some of my brilliant ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Triangular crayons. Who else is tired of crayons rolling off tables all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A washing machine/dryer combination. Wouldn't it be great if you didn't have to wait for your laundry to finish so you could switch it? You would just put it in one machine, and several hours later come back to washed AND dried clothes. Edited to add: Found &lt;a href="http://saltlakecity.craigslist.org/hsh/891684606.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;this listing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;on Craigslist... darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Re-Gifting Store.&lt;/strong&gt; I put this in bold because it is &lt;strong&gt;the best idea yet&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyone who has gotten married would appreciate this. All couples get a dozen blenders, but no toasters, or nine knife sets, but no cutlery, or whatever. For us, it was Foreman grills. We got about five. But food processors? None! Some of the excess gifts are returnable, but some of them you get stuck with. So, you take them to The Re-Gifting Store where you are paid 30% of the value in cash, or get 40% of the value in store credit. Then the new, unused gifts are sold for 75% of their value. So if you have a dozen blenders but no toasters, you can sell your blenders to the store and then buy a new toaster. Everyone wins!!!! The more I think about it, the more I think it's an absolutely brilliant idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I know I have had other great ideas, but I can't remember them. I guess that's another way I'm like Michael Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Edited to add: I remembered another one. This is something that you don't have to actually buy or make, you can just do. If I wash something that isn't supposed to go in the dryer, I have a hard time remembering NOT to put it in the dryer, so I use a dry erase marker to write on the washing machine "Black dress" or "Sweater" or whatever to remind myself when I am changing the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5964169259710271820?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5964169259710271820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5964169259710271820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5964169259710271820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5964169259710271820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/pam-i-have-ideas-on-daily-basis-i-know.html' title='&quot;Pam, I have ideas on a daily basis, I know I do...&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2662650220039169907</id><published>2008-10-17T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:46:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 13-17: Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBLl5okLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1nX9WM9K_LI/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258164969851621554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBLl5okLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1nX9WM9K_LI/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBMUCbpOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/gqrY8r6ta6o/s1600-h/IMG_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258164982236554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBMUCbpOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/gqrY8r6ta6o/s320/IMG_4476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBNAqqlfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XKdQzwGoW4g/s1600-h/IMG_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258164994216465906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBNAqqlfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XKdQzwGoW4g/s320/IMG_4480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;This week we have been learning about &lt;strong&gt;pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;. We couldn't find a single book about pumpkins at the library, so we haven't read anything about them, but we've still done some fun things. We made pumpkin pudding (which Tempe didn't like) and we played "Ring around the Pumpkin". We also took two "field trips" to see pumpkins: to the Farmers' Market and to a garden store that is having a giant pumpkin contest. Tempe and Helena really liked seeing the giant pumpkins, especially because there was a perfect little spot to sit on one of them. Today is a beautiful day, so we are going to go outside and make a fingerprint pumpkin patch, and tomorrow night we are going to go to a pumpkin festival with Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2662650220039169907?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2662650220039169907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2662650220039169907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2662650220039169907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2662650220039169907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-13-17-pumpkins.html' title='October 13-17: Pumpkins'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPjBLl5okLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1nX9WM9K_LI/s72-c/IMG_4477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7823042790351533125</id><published>2008-10-15T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:56:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrifty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am really trying to find ways to cut down on our spending and free up some money to save each month--especially after we buy a house. So here is what I've come up with so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got the girls on CHIP and bought private insurance for myself instead of going with the company plan--saves us $600-1200/year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Switched auto insurance to AAA. We save around $10/month AND we got a AAA membership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Make my own baby food. I haven't started this yet, so I'm not sure exactly how much it will save, but I'm guessing it will save $20/month (maybe more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I get really desperate I can either potty train Tempe or switch to cloth diapers.... yuck :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pay more attention to store ads and plan my menus according to what is on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Start couponing. Yikes. This is so complicated. I don't know where to start! If anyone has any tips, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buy clothes secondhand (I've been doing this for years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shop for Christmas/birthdays throughout the year when things are on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Use Coinstar machines to get Amazon giftcards to use for gifts (something else I've done for years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's all I can think of now. It doesn't seem like much... What I really need is ideas on how to save on our grocery bill when we move out. Everyone, add your ideas/tips as a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7823042790351533125?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7823042790351533125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7823042790351533125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7823042790351533125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7823042790351533125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/thrifty.html' title='Thrifty'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2958946895825406437</id><published>2008-10-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:36:25.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Houses #13, 14, 15, and 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViYl0-tPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Gvw7ISOLr-E/s1600-h/bountiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216314635629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViYl0-tPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Gvw7ISOLr-E/s320/bountiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #13 was yet another "&lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-hunt-begin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yucky house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", as Tempe says. I figured there was something wrong with it, because it is on the east hill in Bountiful (a very desirable area) and it was actually in our price range. It had gross carpet, old linoleum, holes and cracks in the walls (and ceiling), and other gross things. We didn't even look at the backyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViYs8rCZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/84GIvL73e_I/s1600-h/NSL+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216316546943378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViYs8rCZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/84GIvL73e_I/s320/NSL+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #14. Isn't it cute? We really liked this one--both of us!! It is in North Salt Lake and it has 4 bedroom and 1 1/2 baths. The living room has nice laminate flooring (if I hadn't told you that, you would have thought it was hardwood!) and the entire upstairs is very nice and would only need some paint. The basement needs a little more work, but has great potential and is very livable until we are able to do some of the projects. The best part about the house is that in the basement, there are 2 unfinished rooms that are fairly large--large enough for an office or craft room. The biggest downside of this house is that there is no garage or carport, but since we have never had a garage or carport, we think we could live with that. The backyard is very big, even with the huge gravel driveway that someone put in. There is plenty of grass and shade and there is a storage shed. We would probably want to either take the gravel out or pave it and add a garage, but that's all down the road. House #14 is one we will definitely think about and maybe make an offer on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViY64a_kI/AAAAAAAAAls/j46O58Baxkc/s1600-h/NSL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216320287211074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViY64a_kI/AAAAAAAAAls/j46O58Baxkc/s320/NSL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #15. Nothing special. Needed more work than we want to do. Giant tree. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViY8NZq7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/MZUnnA8_3jA/s1600-h/NSL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216320643640242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViY8NZq7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/MZUnnA8_3jA/s320/NSL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #16 is in Foxboro, which is a new planned community west of I-15 and near Legacy Highway. The house itself was very nice, except for the hole in the living room floor that a previous owner had cut to make a laundry chute (why would you do that?). The backyard was huge, but unfenced and very blah with nary a tree in sight. But the biggest reason I didn't like this one was location. I just don't see us living in a cookie-cutter planned community. I can't picture it. I don't like Foxboro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel very encouraged!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2958946895825406437?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2958946895825406437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2958946895825406437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2958946895825406437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2958946895825406437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/houses-13-14-15-and-16.html' title='Houses #13, 14, 15, and 16'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPViYl0-tPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Gvw7ISOLr-E/s72-c/bountiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-894903273999785878</id><published>2008-10-13T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:29:30.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFU reunion 2008!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPQYVLleBSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jlQX4fqyfgQ/s1600-h/bffu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256853417214477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPQYVLleBSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jlQX4fqyfgQ/s400/bffu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday Jason and I went down to Provo so we could go to my "BFFU Reunion". It was a reunion of most of my very good friends from my freshman year at BYU--Josh and his wife Jessica, James, Spencer, Kyle, Katie, and Carly and her husband Jared. I haven't seen most of them in several years and it was so fun to catch up! We all had so much fun together when we were freshman in Helaman Halls and we reminisced by watching a horrible movie we made one evening in the fall of 2004. It was pretty embarrassing, but it got us all laughing. The only thing that could have made our reunion better is if Amanda, Cari, and Jaida could have been there :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The very best thing about living in Utah is that we often get to see friends who have scattered across the country--most Mormons have ties to Utah, and so they all come back eventually! Just since May, when we moved back, we have been able to see Rachel Whitchurch from Laramie, the Cheneys from Laramie, Dan and Jess Hardy from San Fransisco, Christina and her husband from Idaho, the Blacks from Arizona, and now my big reunion. It's been really fun to catch up with people, some of whom we haven't seen for several years. So if anyone is planning a trip to Utah, be sure to look us up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-894903273999785878?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/894903273999785878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=894903273999785878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/894903273999785878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/894903273999785878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/bffu-reunion-2008.html' title='BFFU reunion 2008!!!!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPQYVLleBSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jlQX4fqyfgQ/s72-c/bffu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5219269804184245967</id><published>2008-10-11T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:17:38.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Houses #11 and 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256035602176761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPEwiFKNYII/AAAAAAAAAkw/JR5Tk59ymCA/s320/cat+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #11 was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath home in Woods Cross. I can't say much about this one, because we didn't even look at the whole house... I never thought we would find another as bad &lt;a href="http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-hunt-begin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;as the first house we saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but this one was. The owner was like the crazy cat lady on The Simpsons, but he was a man. We counted 8 cat food bowls in the kitchen + a bird. The carpet was filthy and it smelled &lt;strong&gt;so bad&lt;/strong&gt;! The basement wasn't even finished. Not only was the house a mess (a $200,000 mess), but it also backed up to a municipal airport. We didn't think that would be a huge issue, but the realtor said that a lady down the street is selling her house &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt; the airport is so loud. I guess we got the only honest realtor in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPEwiOPqneI/AAAAAAAAAko/agz4KjXPb3Y/s1600-h/mills+creek+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256035604615568866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPEwiOPqneI/AAAAAAAAAko/agz4KjXPb3Y/s320/mills+creek+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhhh, house #12. So far, this house is the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; house we have seen that does not need major work or back up to an airport, refinery, freeway, or traintracks. I really liked it. The shutters and doors are kind of a strange color that clashes with the house, but they are brand new and just need to be stripped and restained. Inside, there is a nice living room with a gorgeous fireplace and a bay window, a large dining area, a decent kitchen, 3 bedrooms (painted!), 2 bathrooms (one with a jetted tub!), and a large family room downstairs. The backyard is fenced in with a covered patio, and it backs up to a huge park. The street is a nice street with nicely maintained houses and "Slow down--children at play" signs. The problem? It's priced about $20,000 higher than what we can spend. But it's been on the market without a price change for 5 months and it's vacant, so maybe the seller is getting desperate (and if they are holding out for prices to go back up, they are stupid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There were some things we would need to change: I didn't like the color of the shutters, door, or mantel over the fireplace--the fireplace would really clash with our cherry furniture. The family room had hardwood floors, and the living room had carpet, which I thought was weird and would someday want to change. The refrigerator was not included. The yard needed seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But overall, it had a lot of potential, and I really liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5219269804184245967?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5219269804184245967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5219269804184245967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5219269804184245967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5219269804184245967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/houses-11-and-12.html' title='Houses #11 and 12'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SPEwiFKNYII/AAAAAAAAAkw/JR5Tk59ymCA/s72-c/cat+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5032944558561517560</id><published>2008-10-10T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:11:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 6-10: Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;{I really feel like structure is important for children--and for me! I do much better when I have a specific plan and my time is structured. That, with my background as a preschool teacher and my belief that children learn through play, has led me to start doing a home-based "play school" with Tempe (and Helena, too). We don't do much, but it gives us a little something every day that is planned and it really helps me get through these long weeks without a car or much to do}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This week we have been studying &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went to the library and checked out as many books about leaves and trees as we could find--Tempe has enjoyed reading them all week! Some of our activities have included going for a walk and looking at the different colors (especially at the cabin over the weekend) and collecting leaves, acorns, pine needles, and different seeds. We used the leaves and other things we collected in two projects: first, Tempe made a collage by sticking everything to clear contact paper (which I then closed with another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of clear contact paper and masking tape) and then we did leaf rubbings. We also baked leaf shaped sugar cookies with cousins Maddy and Libby, and have eaten leaf shaped foods at lunch every day: toast, sandwiches, and tortillas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I found quite a few songs about leaves online, and made a few up on my own. Our favorite is sung to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell" and is really easy to make up new verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The leaves are turning brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the leaves are turning brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The leaves are turning red and brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;the leaves are turning brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The leaves are falling down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the leaves are falling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The leaves are falling to the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The leaves are falling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We rake them in a pile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we rake them in a pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We rake the leaves into a pile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We rake them in a pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We jump into the leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we jump into the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We jump into the pile of leaves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;We jump into the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that was this week's "lesson plan"! Next week: pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5032944558561517560?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5032944558561517560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5032944558561517560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5032944558561517560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5032944558561517560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-6-10-leaves.html' title='October 6-10: Leaves'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2904133327686933262</id><published>2008-10-09T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:56:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I am undecided...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SO7D7rJiImI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EAL4Ys2N8Z0/s1600-h/tighe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255353245150356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SO7D7rJiImI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EAL4Ys2N8Z0/s400/tighe.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scary Anthony Cooper of LOST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255353245585527810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SO7D7sxSVAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nd5v4PpiH4M/s400/mccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Republican nominee John McCain...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone else think that John McCain and Kevin Tighe (Anthony Cooper/Mr. Sawyer of LOST) have a striking resemblance? I always knew that John McCain gave me the jibblies, but it took me until tonight to figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2904133327686933262?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2904133327686933262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2904133327686933262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2904133327686933262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2904133327686933262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-am-undecided.html' title='This is why I am undecided...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SO7D7rJiImI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EAL4Ys2N8Z0/s72-c/tighe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7131748823751394163</id><published>2008-10-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:22:26.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Tempe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOu25OeIAPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iwNXHMS_THw/s1600-h/Faces+of+Tempe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254494484511064306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOu25OeIAPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iwNXHMS_THw/s400/Faces+of+Tempe.bmp" 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/4216859463348559838-7131748823751394163?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7131748823751394163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7131748823751394163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7131748823751394163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7131748823751394163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-faces-of-tempe.html' title='The many faces of Tempe'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOu25OeIAPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iwNXHMS_THw/s72-c/Faces+of+Tempe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-3324825668198607074</id><published>2008-10-06T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:22:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 60px; BACKGROUND: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/zombie.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 385px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 35px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/zombie"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;font-family:arial;" &gt;26%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhh... darn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/spelling.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 182px"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 24px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 127px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, serif; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view/blogger-spelling"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Scored a 93%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I wouldn't survive a zombie attack, but my spelling is 93% perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-3324825668198607074?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3324825668198607074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=3324825668198607074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3324825668198607074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/3324825668198607074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-talents.html' title='My talents'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6506395257743869836</id><published>2008-10-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:09:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hope chest is lacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I just posted, but... well... I'm posting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I was perusing Craigslist, looking for things that might be useful when we buy a house, because there is quite a bit that we either gave away when we moved or didn't have in the first place... anyway, I found &lt;a href="http://saltlakecity.craigslist.org/bab/858695245.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for a twin mattress and I thought it was funny. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6506395257743869836?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6506395257743869836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6506395257743869836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6506395257743869836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6506395257743869836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hope-chest-is-lacking.html' title='My hope chest is lacking'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4317676103939202235</id><published>2008-10-02T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:38:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay!!!! I've been tagged again! I loooooove being tagged. So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 tv shows that I love to watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOST (#1 by far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jon and Kate Plus 8 (I like watching it on days when my two kids are driving me crazy, because it really makes me feel better about what I have to deal with...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Baby Story/Bringing Home Baby/pretty much anything on TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Super Sweet 16/Exiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Week Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Love the 80s/90s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IHOP (How could you not love pancakes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Gateway Grille (In Kamas... ok, so I've only been there once. But I had a phenomenal salad when I went.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TGIFridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catered wedding food (especially the Joseph Smith Memorial Building)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The MOA Cafe/The Pendulum Court at BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ummm..... The Cougar Club tent at BYU games?? (I'm running out of ideas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywhere with good salads and sandwiches (and desserts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I rode my bike (towing my trailer and Tempe and Helena and an umbrella stroller) to our storage unit and then to Walmart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ate a Twix bar because I felt a little dizzy after riding my bike (towing my trailer and Tempe and Helena and an umbrella stroller) to our storage unit and then to Walmart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I contemplated buying a Halloween onesie for Helena, and decided against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent all of naptime (2 hours!) coming up with themed activities to do with Tempe for the next 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason and I took the kiddos (+ Corinne) to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent way too long watching tv after the kids were in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ran around the sport court after watching way too much tv to try and shake the stiff tv feeling I had, but I just felt sick instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke Helena up to make sure she was still breathing at 11 pm and she didn't go back to sleep for an hour :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buying a house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buying a second car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason's Bar admission ceremony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helena learning to crawl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Graduating from college (in like 6 years)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking our family to Disneyland (probably in like 6 years as well)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My BYU get together next weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A second car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A house with 4 bedrooms, 2 1/2 bathrooms, an updated kitchen, a living room AND a family room, a shady, fenced in backyard, and a location that is NOT next to a refinery, airport, train tracks, or interstate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Pell Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Affordable health insurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby #3 (in at least 2 years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby #4 (in at least 4 years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough money to not have to worry about money (that's probably more than I think it is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My family living in Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 people I tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cari P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amanda D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Janice H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jen C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeanne S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kristy S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mary H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Denise F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4317676103939202235?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4317676103939202235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4317676103939202235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4317676103939202235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4317676103939202235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-1651659244662551004</id><published>2008-09-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:17:23.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Houses #7, 8, 9, and 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRUvqKLII/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ga7Gd3xPyBs/s1600-h/centerville.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251638426067414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRUvqKLII/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ga7Gd3xPyBs/s320/centerville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; House #7 was a townhouse in Centerville with 3 bedrooms and 1 1/2 bathrooms. It had a very large backyard (for a townhouse, that is) and it backed up to a large common area with a playground. While we were there, we thought it was really nice and were very excited. But after we saw the next one, it didn't look like anything special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU6s4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/A9_OvzgN7gc/s1600-h/pheasentbrook.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251638429031622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU6s4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/A9_OvzgN7gc/s320/pheasentbrook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #8 was another townhouse with 3 bedrooms and 1 1/2 bathrooms in Centerville, this time in a development called Pheasantbrook. It was so beautiful! The townhouse itself was very nice, with a sunken living room with a fireplace and built in bookshelves. The kitchen had hunter green cabinets, which sounds so strange but was very nice. The patio, while smaller than the backyard at the first townhouse, was beautiful, with creeping ivy, rosebushes, and a grapevine. But the best part of this home was the development! It had ponds and streams with wooden bridges, trees everywhere, and ducks wandering around. I think it would be a great place to live with little children because it would be like living at the park. We are definitely keeping this one on our list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU02G97I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZBZe4FsC498/s1600-h/woods+cross+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251638427459712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU02G97I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZBZe4FsC498/s320/woods+cross+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House #9 was a 5 bedroom, 1 3/4 bath rambler in Woods Cross. It was pretty nice, and it had a great backyard with a firepit, playground, and several trees, but there were a few downsides: it's directly across the street from the train tracks, and it had an obvious slope in the front rooms. You could feel it as you walked across the room, and see it if you looked at the ceiling closely. We didn't see any cracks, but it is still concerning to me. The train was very, very loud when we were outside, but inside the house, you could barely hear it. I think we would get used to having the trains right there, but I would be afraid it would turn off a lot of buyers when we are ready to sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU8p8jjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fxWIMh8B86Q/s1600-h/woods+cross+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251638429556182578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRU8p8jjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fxWIMh8B86Q/s320/woods+cross+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last house we saw was another house in Woods Cross, with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. This one had a basement, which we really liked and would like to have. Jason thought it looked a little like a hotel when we first went in, but I didn't get that. The house didn't have much personality--no paint except in the basement--but that is easily fixed. I really liked the front porch and all the trees. The strange thing about this house is that there's no backyard. Instead, there is a 2 car garage in the back with a common driveway, and the side yard is fenced in. It's still a pretty big private yard, and since this house is on the corner, the yard isn't sandwiched between 2 houses. This house is also directly across the street from a very nice neighborhood park, which would be nice. The downside? The train tracks are right behind the park, so this house is again right across from the train. I think we will still keep this one on our list as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we have now seen 10 houses, and found a few that we want to consider. There are still a few more that we want to see as well. I am confident that we will be able to find something that works for us--I just have to be patient until we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-1651659244662551004?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1651659244662551004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=1651659244662551004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1651659244662551004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/1651659244662551004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/houses-7-8-9-and-10.html' title='Houses #7, 8, 9, and 10'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOGRUvqKLII/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ga7Gd3xPyBs/s72-c/centerville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-94098027080081846</id><published>2008-09-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:13:24.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Mueller Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that it's officially Autumn, we can see beautiful reds and yellows up on the mountainside, but down in the valley, the leaves are still mostly green. Yesterday Jason had the great idea of going to Mueller Park in Bountiful to see the leaves and go for a walk. It was such a beautiful afternoon! It was pretty warm where we live (in the 80s) but once we got up into the canyon, the temperature dropped to 75. We had fun walking along the trails and collecting leaves, watching bugs crawl around, and running on the bridges. We even found a great photo location for Margaret to use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUgl927wI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LZTeDfQXUF4/s1600-h/IMG_4442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290084438109954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUgl927wI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LZTeDfQXUF4/s200/IMG_4442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe, Helena, and I climbed this "tree trunk".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUgskgA3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/sQLK9OhZ1IA/s1600-h/IMG_4444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290086210798450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUgskgA3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/sQLK9OhZ1IA/s200/IMG_4444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe liked throwing rocks in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUg1Ee3pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bqQRuN-DK5w/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290088492424850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUg1Ee3pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bqQRuN-DK5w/s200/IMG_4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Me and Jason :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUg-wtCHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bWvUJULsCF8/s1600-h/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290091093821554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUg-wtCHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bWvUJULsCF8/s200/IMG_4454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe and Helena's favorite part of the whole day was running across the wooden bridges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUhdYp6oI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fR3ora92SN8/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251290099314453122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUhdYp6oI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fR3ora92SN8/s200/IMG_4455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, we found some red leaves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-94098027080081846?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/94098027080081846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=94098027080081846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/94098027080081846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/94098027080081846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-in-mueller-park.html' title='Fall in Mueller Park'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SOBUgl927wI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LZTeDfQXUF4/s72-c/IMG_4442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5284588824231355570</id><published>2008-09-27T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:17:56.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Houses #4, 5, and 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p1hWkODI/AAAAAAAAAcA/b6mn35wwAis/s1600-h/Bountiful1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250750583767578674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p1hWkODI/AAAAAAAAAcA/b6mn35wwAis/s320/Bountiful1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #4 was a 3 bedroom, 1 bath home on 9th North in Bountiful, just a few streets away from Jason's parent's house. I really liked this one, but I think Jason is right when he says that it is just too small. It's only about 1050 square feet. It had a great front yard, with two nice, big shady trees, but the backyard was really narrow. There was also a nice big side yard. The inside of the house was beautiful! It wouldn't need anything. I liked everything about it, except for the fact that the third bedroom was really narrow and there was only one bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p1xQUSWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/MFhMFu-YgrY/s1600-h/Wicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250750588036335970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p1xQUSWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/MFhMFu-YgrY/s320/Wicker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #5 has great curb appeal, don't you think? It has 3 bedrooms and one bathroom, and it's in a beautiful neighborhood with nice houses and nice yards. This house's backyard was fabulous. It had a covered patio in back with thick, lush grass, landscaping, and a huge garage and a storage shed. We really liked the yard! The inside of the house was ok, but had some things that needed to be updated. It looked like a little old couple had been living in this house for 40+ years. Overall, the house was in good condition, but here are the things that would need to be changed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Strange patterned carpet in the two back bedrooms: stripes in one room, floral in the other. The carpet was nice and thick and in good condition, so we could live with it for a few years until we could afford to replace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two of the closets (a bedroom closet and the utility closet) had those folding accordion doors that are used in LDS chapels to divide the gym. Weird. But probably easily replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The bathroom and kitchen were sadly outdated. The kitchen needed new tile on the countertops and backsplash (and maybe new cabinets) and the island was just old. The bathroom looked like it had all the original fixtures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was some wood paneling that needed to be painted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I liked the house a lot, but now that I have everything listed, I think it might be too much to take on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p19s9WsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3lCpNSjRpUQ/s1600-h/Bountiful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250750591377693378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p19s9WsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3lCpNSjRpUQ/s320/Bountiful2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House #6. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Didn't like it. It's weird with that carport addition, and the house looked like it hadn't been taken care of very well. Every room had chipped paint or peeling wallpaper--all easily fixed, I know. One of the bedrooms had white splatters all over the hardwood floor. The kitchen cabinets were outdated. The master bathroom had a tub, but no shower. And the backyard... yikes. Horrible grass (they had dogs), no landscaping, no shade, and the cement slab that was supposed to be the patio was crumbling and cracked. Even though this house needed less intense work, I didn't like it. The neighborhood wasn't as nice--it looked like all of the houses were poorly cared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, probably nothing yet. But we have several more to see on Monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5284588824231355570?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5284588824231355570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5284588824231355570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5284588824231355570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5284588824231355570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/houses-4-5-and-6.html' title='Houses #4, 5, and 6'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SN5p1hWkODI/AAAAAAAAAcA/b6mn35wwAis/s72-c/Bountiful1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5992420447610963453</id><published>2008-09-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:35:28.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe Joann Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv11Sj_MwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RqKwb0qCPgM/s1600-h/Tempe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250060086495097602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv11Sj_MwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RqKwb0qCPgM/s320/Tempe6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv11uu2n-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/zZ8ROECPZjY/s1600-h/Tempe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250060094056865762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv11uu2n-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/zZ8ROECPZjY/s320/Tempe8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1rYYMyPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wLeXfd9dNkA/s1600-h/Tempe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059916257577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1rYYMyPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wLeXfd9dNkA/s320/Tempe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1rk0-GuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SZDZ2g349zM/s1600-h/Tempe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059919599475426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1rk0-GuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SZDZ2g349zM/s320/Tempe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1r54mpfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YzZ05aYsaP0/s1600-h/Tempe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059925251859954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1r54mpfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YzZ05aYsaP0/s320/Tempe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1sa2M23I/AAAAAAAAAbg/_yzINGi0zlk/s1600-h/Tempe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059934100151154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1sa2M23I/AAAAAAAAAbg/_yzINGi0zlk/s320/Tempe4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1s1CIZNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cZHFpGm02aw/s1600-h/Tempe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059941129512146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv1s1CIZNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cZHFpGm02aw/s320/Tempe5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't get the slideshow to work--you'll just have to look at still pictures instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5992420447610963453?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5992420447610963453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5992420447610963453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5992420447610963453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5992420447610963453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/tempe-joann-anderson.html' title='Tempe Joann Anderson'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNv11Sj_MwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RqKwb0qCPgM/s72-c/Tempe6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2596448630936970484</id><published>2008-09-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:31:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is in honor of Tempe, my very own little two-year-old, who really does think this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I like it, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If it's in my hand, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If I can take it from you, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I had it a little while ago, it's still mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If it looks just like mine, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If I think it's mine, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If it's broken.. it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;To celebrate her second birthday (which was really a few weeks ago on September 10th), Margaret did a photo shoot for us today, and I thought I'd post about Tempe to go along with the pictures. So here's everything you ever wanted to know about our firstborn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She never stops talking. Ever. She talks from the moment she wakes up in the morning until she falls asleep at night. Those of us who are around her a lot can understand most of what she says, but to the rest of you, well... good luck. Her favorite topics of conversation (this week, at least) are race cars, monster trucks, yucky houses and clean houses, baby apples, and Grandma Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She picks things up so quickly! I only have to tell her something once, and she remembers it for weeks. She connects a lot of things on her own now, too. For example: when we were visiting my parents in July, she became obsessed with "A Pocket for Corduroy", in which the main character is named Lisa. I mentioned to her that Lisa is Grandma's name, too, and she just stared at me blankly. But the next morning when my mom was feeding her breakfast, Tempe suddenly burst out with "Lisa! Grandma Lisa!" My mom has been Grandma Lisa ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She has a very vivid imagination. She imagines all kinds of things--that the swings in the backyard are ladybugs that fly her to Grandma Lisa's house, that she's riding an elephant when she sits on the arm of the couch, that we are at the zoo watching lions and giraffes and elephants when we sit on the front steps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She is just as independent as she has ever been. I hear a lot of "No, Tempe do it!" nowadays. Like all two-year-olds, she throws tantrums now and again, and they are most often because I won't let her do something by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She still naps for 2-3 hours almost every day (not today, though--I can hear her reading books to Giraffe in her bed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Speaking of Giraffe, she loves him so much! He is her best friend and her baby and we can't go anywhere without "Grashie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her favorite pastime is still reading. She likes to be read to, but she also likes to read books by herself. She has most of her books memorized and will fill in words if we skip them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She is an almost equal mix of a girly-girl and a tomboy: she loves to wear necklaces, bracelets, bows in her hair, and makeup, but she also loves racecars and monster trucks and isn't afraid to get dirty and play outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most of all, she is a spunky, smart, loving little girl and we are so blessed to have her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll post the slideshow of pictures separately, but I just wanted to say again how grateful we are to Margaret for doing such great pictures of our family! She is so talented and we're so lucky that she loves taking pictures. Really, check her out: &lt;a href="http://www.inksprouts.com/"&gt;www.inksprouts.com&lt;/a&gt;, or Margaretephotography.blogspot.com!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2596448630936970484?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2596448630936970484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2596448630936970484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2596448630936970484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2596448630936970484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/toddler-laws.html' title='Toddler laws'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4037074000658258961</id><published>2008-09-24T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:16:33.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girl food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJZhwNvSI/AAAAAAAAAag/yQnmUZdZt34/s1600-h/IMG_4419.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249729756048244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJZhwNvSI/AAAAAAAAAag/yQnmUZdZt34/s320/IMG_4419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Daddy, stop bothering me, I'm looking at Mommy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJZwwZqzI/AAAAAAAAAao/hSk_ROn9xrg/s1600-h/IMG_4420.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249729760075557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJZwwZqzI/AAAAAAAAAao/hSk_ROn9xrg/s320/IMG_4420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh, something is touching my mouth, I'll open it and try to shove it in with my arm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJaLN5HdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4qCr0WGKL50/s1600-h/IMG_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249729767178575314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJaLN5HdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4qCr0WGKL50/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Hmm, this is different..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJaWEadHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N5JS_K-jvEk/s1600-h/IMG_4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249729770091607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJaWEadHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N5JS_K-jvEk/s320/IMG_4425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "What are my parents &lt;em&gt;thinking?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJazjsj0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/pCo64IY7I3M/s1600-h/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249729778007445314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJazjsj0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/pCo64IY7I3M/s320/IMG_4427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Not bad after all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4037074000658258961?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4037074000658258961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4037074000658258961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4037074000658258961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4037074000658258961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-girl-food.html' title='Big girl food'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNrJZhwNvSI/AAAAAAAAAag/yQnmUZdZt34/s72-c/IMG_4419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6716872838086808370</id><published>2008-09-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:52:03.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis County, here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason and I have pretty much (like 95%) decided that instead of looking for a house closer to the office in Murray, we will look for something here in Davis County-- the Bountiful/Centerville area. We came to this decision after seeing how bad the neighborhoods in our price range are in the city and how much better traffic is now that Legacy Highway is open. It used to take Jason about 35 minutes to get home from work (sometimes up to an hour on bad days) but now that Legacy is open, it only takes about 20-25 minutes! We still have a ridiculously low budget because we also need to buy a second car, but up here we don't have to worry as much about buying a house in a bad neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel so much better now that we have decided to stay up here! I already know the area and am comfortable in it, and it seems like such a great place to raise a family. There a few (and I &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; a few: like four) houses that we want to look at, and several townhomes/condos. Hopefully we will be able to find something we can make work for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6716872838086808370?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6716872838086808370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6716872838086808370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6716872838086808370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6716872838086808370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/davis-county-here-we-come.html' title='Davis County, here we come!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-6265756870610133675</id><published>2008-09-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:18:31.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>The hunt continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we went to see two more houses. They were both better (much, much better) than the house we saw on Tuesday, but I'm not sure if either of them is the house for us. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first one is this one:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248311968547913714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNW_7bu6v_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/q0YhI7_C-mE/s320/taylorsville.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not a huge fan of split foyers, but I thought this one looked pretty nice. It's in Taylorsville, a little far from Jason's office, but priced low enough that we could get a second car relatively soon. The neighborhood looks like a nice family neighborhood, and the house backs up to an LDS church parking lot instead of another house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well. It was hard to get a feel for the house because the people who live there were sitting in the living room while we were trying to look at it. It was so awkward! I felt like I couldn't ask our realtor questions, open drawers or closets, or comment about anything until after we had left. Overall, it was a nice house. It has three bedroom and one and a half bathrooms, a large kitchen, two family rooms, and a huge, shady backyard with a nice little patio. But it did need a little bit of work: it looked like the ceiling tiles in the downstairs bathroom are water damaged, one of the kitchen cabinets doesn't have a door (?), and the little deck outside the kitchen is missing a board that would have to be replaced before it would be safe for Tempe. Of course, I also don't know if any of the drawers open and close easily because I was afraid to open them in front of the homeowners. Same goes for the bedroom closets. But I guess that is all stuff we can live with until we can fix. I think we will still consider this house, but we would have to go back and see it again (preferably by ourselves!) before we could make a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The second house we went to was this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248313842304029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNXBogBMEaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ctPc_YkJtrg/s320/midvale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a three bedroom, one bath house in Midvale, which is much closer to Jason's work. The house was pretty nice. It had hardwood floors and a nice kitchen. But the location was much, much worse! It was about half a block from I-15, and it was really loud outside. In the backyard, there was graffiti on the fence and an apartment complex looking down into the yard. And as we were leaving, a guy handed something to the driver of a car, then the car sped off and the guy gave them the finger. Good neighbors... we crossed that one off our list right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we are still looking. Even though we have only seen three houses, there just aren't a lot of other options, so it's kind of frustrating. We're just hoping something great will come up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-6265756870610133675?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6265756870610133675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=6265756870610133675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6265756870610133675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/6265756870610133675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunt-continues.html' title='The hunt continues...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNW_7bu6v_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/q0YhI7_C-mE/s72-c/taylorsville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4780498339170903549</id><published>2008-09-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:18:11.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><title type='text'>Let the hunt begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As of last night, the Anderson family is officially house-hunting. And what a hunt it is so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247037857834467794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNE5IbdAAdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xMglOStxna8/s320/sandy+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at this one. It looks ok, right? A little small, maybe, but a cute house. Well, now picture it with bare patches all over the house where the paint has peeled off, broken panes in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; window, crumbling columns on the patio, and instead of that nice, lush grass in the front and side yards, a bare patch of dirt littered with cigarette butts, a clump of human hair, and one shoe. Because that's what it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, but that's only the &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of the house! The inside is just as nice. The realtor warned me that it might "need new carpet". I thought ok, maybe it's just a little bit worn. But she meant the carpet was covered with ground in candy, dirt, and who knows what else--in every single room. Add that to the dead-body/urine smell that hits you when you first walk through the door, and we were sure fairly early on that it wasn't the house for us. But, being our first showing, we weren't sure of protocol, so we pretended we might consider it and looked at the rest of the house just to be polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The ground floor consisted of a good-sized living room, a dining room, a teeny kitchen, a utility room, a bathroom, and the two smallest bedrooms I have ever seen (I think we could fit one twin bed in each, and that's it). The kitchen and dining room actually looked ok, mostly because they had tile floors and you can't grind filth into tile, but the rest of the rooms were horrible. Then we went upstairs, to the "third bedroom", which was really just the entire upstairs with a clothes bar hung along one wall. And a fireplace. The urine smell got worse upstairs, so we hurried back down as soon as we could, but not before Tempe could pick up a jelly bean and try to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went into the yard. It was a pretty big yard, lined with grape vines and a cute picket fence, but it needed completely new sod. At the other end of the yard was the gravel driveway and crumbling cinder block garage. I thought a hobo might live in it, but if one does, he was out for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As we went back into the house, through the utility room, we noticed two things: mold all over the wall, and a large trapdoor. "Does that go down to a basement or cellar or something?" I asked the realtor. She said it was probably just a dirt crawl space, but when she opened it, we found a full flight of stairs going down into a lit, cement room (the strangest part is that the electricity was turned off in the rest of the house....). On the stairs there were several pairs of little girl panties. We didn't go down (and last night I had horrible thoughts: what if there was a little girl down there being held prisoner, and when she heard us she hoped that we would find her, but we didn't go down...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, if we had an extra $20,000, maybe we would consider it. It had beautiful architectural details, an amazing view of the mountains, and a great location--a block east of a Trax station and in a nice neighborhood. But, like Jason pointed out, if we had an extra $20,000, we would probably just buy a nicer house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4780498339170903549?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4780498339170903549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4780498339170903549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4780498339170903549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4780498339170903549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-hunt-begin.html' title='Let the hunt begin!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SNE5IbdAAdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xMglOStxna8/s72-c/sandy+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-2770633160412942413</id><published>2008-09-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:00:50.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702667148939890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMx6yGi7UnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZBGBmlkb5f0/s400/IMG_4412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Today Jason and I were able to go to a BYU football game--my first game in four years!! We had a great time. I owe a very big thank you to a great old friend, Robin, who offered to babysit our two little girls so that I could go to the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;We started our BYU football experience with lunch in the Legacy ticketholders tent. Ribs, ham, lamb kabobs, pita bread and hummus, and three chocolate fountains... yum! I ate until I thought I would throw up. Then we went up to our seats and watched BYU pummel UCLA. We couldn't stay for the whole game (I had to leave after just one quarter to go feed Helena, then Jason left at halftime so we could go to his cousin's wedding) but the score ended up being 59-0, in favor of the Cougars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245705784618456546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMx9nkBlFeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/N2LSnYHCitk/s200/campus_at_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I love BYU. It is such a great school, and here are some reasons why:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ranked best value for your money by &lt;em&gt;The Princeton Review&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Library consistently ranked in the top 10 in the nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Marriott School of Management and the accounting program consistently ranked in the top 10 in the nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;#1 stone cold sober!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ranked #1 for study abroad opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;See, all you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; fans have it wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;To cap off our fun BYU experience, when we got home there was a nice, fat letter from the Utah Bar informing Jason that he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;passed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the bar--and on his first try, too! We're feeling pretty good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-2770633160412942413?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2770633160412942413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=2770633160412942413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2770633160412942413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/2770633160412942413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/rise-and-shout.html' title='Rise and Shout'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMx6yGi7UnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZBGBmlkb5f0/s72-c/IMG_4412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-9126239720291079177</id><published>2008-09-12T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:13:13.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you not love these cuties?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-tRfyaeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kc-k3yIXDI4/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245214401026484706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-tRfyaeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kc-k3yIXDI4/s400/IMG_4386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-tjE1VsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/c3ShVT0iuUw/s1600-h/IMG_4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245214405745268418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-tjE1VsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/c3ShVT0iuUw/s400/IMG_4389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-t4irRZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AgjQH5DHe2o/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245214411507582354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-t4irRZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/AgjQH5DHe2o/s400/IMG_4390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took these pictures of Tempe and Helena yesterday while we were playing outside in Grandma's backyard. It was my favorite kind of day--sunny and breezy with just the beginnings of a fall nip in the air. Days like that always remind me of the first fall that we lived in Pennsylvania.  I was happy then, but it's nothing compared to how happy I am now. I have the best husband around--funny, involved with the kids, patient, loving, and so selfless!--and the two sweetest, cutest, best little girls I have ever seen! Every day I thank Heavenly Father for those three blessings in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-9126239720291079177?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/9126239720291079177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=9126239720291079177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9126239720291079177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/9126239720291079177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-could-you-not-love-these-cuties.html' title='How could you not love these cuties?'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMq-tRfyaeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kc-k3yIXDI4/s72-c/IMG_4386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-7041515899457778751</id><published>2008-09-08T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:46:34.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight the Anderson family celebrated Tempe's 2nd birthday and Corinne's 11th birthday--it was quite a party! For Tempe's party, I decided to do an apple theme. It all started when I found this cute dress at Target: it has green, fuchsia, and purple apples all over it. Isn't it cute? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXt4cGT_1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/3bSr3R2TD5A/s1600-h/IMG_4338.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858534776401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXtjeG_cCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uPY9w8-_op4/s200/IMG_4316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;After I found the apple dress, I had to think of other apple party ideas. I decided to make apple spice cupcakes with cream cheese frosting (yum, yum!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858525543304226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXti7tpjCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ngGi3pmZakU/s200/IMG_4305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And then I found an adorable idea in Family Fun magazine--miniature caramel apples! I made them by scooping little apple balls out of a big apple with a melon baller. Then I skewered them on lollipop sticks and dipped them in melted butterscotch (caramel doesn't work--it doesn't stick to the flesh of the apple!). I also rolled mine in sprinkles, and voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858528512826370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXtjGxo3AI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jRUAR0aIxgU/s200/IMG_4309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Tempe couldn't wait to eat her "baby apple"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858895013936978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXt4cGT_1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/3bSr3R2TD5A/s200/IMG_4338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After I decided what kind of apple treats I was going to make, I decided to do a game: Pin the Apple on the Apple Tree! I made this by painting an old cookie sheet (non-aluminum) that I got at DI for $1. It was harder to do then I thought it would be! I think I should have sanded the cookie sheet lightly so that the paint would stick better. The apples are wooden cutouts that I got from a craft store, painted, and stuck a magnet to. They also doubled as the invitations--all of the information was printed on a piece of paper glued under the magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858538313623378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXtjrSVJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Od3TW18oWvY/s200/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Tempe had a great time at her party. All day long she went around the house saying "Happy birthday party! Happy birthday Tempe!" Unlike last year, she liked all the attention on her while she opened her presents, although she lost all interest once she got to this present:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858547667728674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXtkOIheSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gc9uv_mF07g/s200/IMG_4332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Now Tempe can &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; be Grash's (giraffe's) mommy! She was so happy when she opened this present. She gave it a huge hug and climbed off her chair, carrying it around the room. We ended up opening up the rest of her presents for her because she was so enthralled with her giraffe costume. She also got two toy food sets, a doctor's set, a few books, a puzzle, some clothes, two purses, a doll, a treasure chest filled with jewelry (I made the treasure chest!), and an aquadoodle. It was quite the haul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243858897222931698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXt4kU-lPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dGHjTH51lNE/s200/IMG_4343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Finally, the time came for birthday cake. Tempe had helped me make the apple cupcakes in the morning, and all day long she was asking me for birthday cake. She blew out the candles, took two bites, and--was done. She climbed down and went to play on the sport court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe that my little baby is two! Well, she will be on Wednesday, the 10th. It has gone by so fast. She brings such joy to our family! Every day is a new adventure with her and I am so grateful that I get to be her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-7041515899457778751?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7041515899457778751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=7041515899457778751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7041515899457778751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/7041515899457778751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/apple-party.html' title='Apple Party'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMXtjeG_cCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uPY9w8-_op4/s72-c/IMG_4316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-8600167436874601346</id><published>2008-09-07T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:20:55.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolly Polly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMP-c-ycbZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AAidCU2AAY0/s1600-h/IMG_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243314165033758098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMP-c-ycbZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AAidCU2AAY0/s320/IMG_4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the last week or so, Helena has really taken off--taken off rolling, that is. She is all over the place! She started out just going from her stomach to her back, and then she learned to go from her back to her stomach... and now she can do both so fast that she can really roll across the floor quickly if she wants to! Last night I came downstairs and found Jason sitting on the floor next to Helena's blanket... but I didn't see Helena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Where's the baby??" I asked, and Jason just pointed. She had rolled off her blanket and all the way under this side table in the family room. She was pressed up against the leg of the table, but still trying to roll. Jason finally had to go drag her out when she started to cry because she was frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We also noticed her pushing up really high on her arms, and trying to get her knees under her when she was on her stomach. Yikes!! My baby can't be getting close to crawling! I know she probably still has a few more months before she can really crawl, but still. She is supposed to be my little baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-8600167436874601346?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8600167436874601346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=8600167436874601346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8600167436874601346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/8600167436874601346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/rolly-polly.html' title='Rolly Polly'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SMP-c-ycbZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AAidCU2AAY0/s72-c/IMG_4292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-673460914199188636</id><published>2008-09-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:48:18.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day at the Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy September!! I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; September (well, all of autumn) for a few reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My little Tempe was born in September--the 10th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I loved going back to school as a kid, and so September still excites me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the crisp air, the changing leaves, apple cider, and wearing sweaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262708618847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0qgG6ZqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_xyYCsjDnus/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We spent a wonderful weekend at the Anderson cabin: the Da Vinci of log homes (that's what it was called on the brochure). The weather wasn't fabulous (rainy and in the 50s), but that just gave us the opportunity to cuddle under blankets, play games, and watch movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262703872586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0qObUNII/AAAAAAAAAVM/DU3-ga3ehkQ/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We did brave the weather a few times to go out on the ATVs: during one of our rides, it started to rain and then hail, and we barely made it back before we were soaked. My poor brother-in-law Jonny and his wife Rachel got caught in it, and they were completely soaked, from head to toe. Poor Rachel was cold the rest of the day! Going for rides is Tempe's favorite part of going to the cabin. When we told her we were going to Grandpa's cabin, she said "Big ride! Big bumpy ride!" She had fun going on her "big bumpy rides".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262716247780018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0q8hyqrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nuuINCHvNB4/s320/IMG_4278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempe and Maddy had a fun weekend playing together. They ran up and down the big hallway upstairs, screaming like banshees, bounced on the beds and said they were riding elephants, read books, and fought (but only a little).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262707759784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0qc6GIMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wA0TloWCKZ0/s320/IMG_4282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even thought Libby is one of the "big girls" now, she loved spending time with Helena. She gave her so many kisses and gentle pats! She really loves babies and Helena loves the attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0rJ-9OZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MvRFLuK4odg/s1600-h/IMG_4272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241262719859767698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0rJ-9OZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MvRFLuK4odg/s320/IMG_4272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are several moose that have chosen our swing set as their favorite spot to rest, and this is one of them! He is the biggest one we've ever seen up there, and he was &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; unafraid of us. At first when we went outside, we stayed back pretty far, but then we started getting closer, and closer, and closer. He just watched us and laid there. Austin got about 12 feet away from him. He finally stood up when it started to rain, and we all ran screaming to the house. Even then, he didn't pay any attention to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; going to the cabin. When I was a little girl, we always went to my grandfather's retirement place: "The Property" before the house was built, "Blue Run Farm" after. I have so many great memories of exploring the woods and creek, riding on the tractor, having bonfires and roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my cousins. I love that my little girls will grow up with the same experiences at Grandpa's cabin. It is such a special place for our family to gather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-673460914199188636?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/673460914199188636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=673460914199188636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/673460914199188636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/673460914199188636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-at-cabin.html' title='Labor Day at the Cabin'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/SLy0qgG6ZqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_xyYCsjDnus/s72-c/IMG_4287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4419032593387313560</id><published>2008-08-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:10:21.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kandiss and Khrystyne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yep, those are real names. Kandiss was on What Not to Wear, and Khrystyne is the name of an actress that was on Law and Order. Yikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, some people may say that I can't talk, considering I named my oldest daughter Tempe, which is anything but a conventional name. But Tempe &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; legitimate. It's the name of a gorge in Greece, and it's the name of a city in Arizona. If I had named her Tempy or Tempie or Tempee, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I would be just as ridiculous as the women who named their children Kandiss and Khrystyne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do people insist on butchering perfectly good names? Who can take someone named Khrystyne seriously? And if people want to be unique, they should choose a unique name with a normal spelling... because Kandiss is pronounced the same as Candace, so if you just hear it, you have no idea how "unique" that person is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Helena, I frequented a baby names online bulletin board, and you would be amazed at how passionate some people are about names--even more so than me! Strange spellings was a big pet peeve, but some other things that are apparently naming faux pas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Giving girls traditionally "boy" names. All the mothers of boys claim that when you do this, you steal the names from boys. But it's interesting that many names you consider girl names, like Leslie or Ashley, used to be boy names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trendy names like Shayley, Kayley, or Kinsley. I've even seen charts with beginnings, middles, and ends, and you just mix and match to get your perfect trendy name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Themed families, be it a letter theme, a nature theme, or a city theme. EXPLANATION: We do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have a themed family! Tempe is named after a city, but Helena is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Helena is not even pronounced like the city. Hel-Ay-na, not Helen-a. That brings me to my next point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Made up names. We thought about spelling Helena "Helaina" or "Helayna" or something like that, but it made the name sound made up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess that concludes my rant on names. Names are my one true passion, I guess. Some people are passionate about art, or music, or sports. But not me. I am passionate about names, and I will probably never get to use any of the names that I really love... like Juniper, Milo, Pallas, or Rex. Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4419032593387313560?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4419032593387313560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4419032593387313560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4419032593387313560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4419032593387313560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/08/kandiss-and-khrystyne.html' title='Kandiss and Khrystyne'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-4216291797581475278</id><published>2008-08-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:05:08.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 11:00 and Helena has been crying for an hour and 52 minutes. She went down at 8:00--like always--and woke up around 9:00--like always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has been going on ever since I got back from Tennessee. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;. It's frustrating. It's discouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spend all day long with both girls, mostly at the house or within a 1-mile radius of it, and by the time Jason gets home, I am eager to spend some time with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. I work all day long to make sure that Helena eats and naps on a good schedule, in hopes that keeping a routine will help her sleep better at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But every night the same thing happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know what to do about it. My gut says to let her cry it out! But we are all sharing a room right now, and so if we let her cry, it wakes Tempe. Plus, Helena doesn't "cry it out". She gets more and more worked up until she is screaming bloody murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, we rock, and we pat, and we walk, and I try to nurse, and some nights it works, and some nights it doesn't. I try to remind myself that she is just a baby and she can't tell me what she needs. I try to remind myself that this too shall pass, it's a part of life, I'll miss it when she is grown, I'm lucky to have her even if she is crying, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But all I really want is a few hours of peace with both of my kids asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-4216291797581475278?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4216291797581475278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=4216291797581475278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4216291797581475278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/4216291797581475278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4216859463348559838.post-5668068263233713902</id><published>2008-08-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:09:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am: a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think: about Tempe's apple birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know: that i am not informed enough about the presidential candidates for this election&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want: to buy a house :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have: two daughters and a husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dislike: bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss: my couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i fear: something happening to me and having to leave my girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel: stuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hear: a Food Network challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i smell: not-good-diaper smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i crave: peace and quiet and time with Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i usually: go to bed too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i search: for a way to get Helena to go to bed early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wonder: if Helena will &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; go to bed early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i regret: not going to school at UW when Jason started law school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love: reading in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i care: about my girls' happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i always: do laundry on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i worry: about my plane crashing and me dying and no one taking care of my little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i remember: the first day that i noticed Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have: more than i deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dance: rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don’t always: shower every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i argue: with Jason about baby names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i write: in my blog, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i win: when we play Rummicube (usually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i lose: at Scrabble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wish: my girls wouldn't have to deal with teenage drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i listen: to the Starting Line when Jason isn't around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't understand: why some people have so little tact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can usually be found: with Tempe and Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am scared: of mirrors, thanks to the preview for the movie "Mirrors"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i need: to floss my teeth more regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i forget: the purpose of sine, cosine, and tangent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am happy: when i am playing with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4216859463348559838-5668068263233713902?l=andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5668068263233713902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4216859463348559838&amp;postID=5668068263233713902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5668068263233713902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4216859463348559838/posts/default/5668068263233713902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andersonsinwyoming.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am.html' title='i am...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CE5sFDGMhJ0/STcnU_zGuyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-jZsrmdVGzs/S220/IMG_1165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
