<?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-8396920200711596619</id><updated>2011-10-11T13:29:24.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalton Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7267721846835901605</id><published>2011-06-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T17:25:25.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYTIHhFum7A/TgZ7K-UKOsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bHUJ0Wb1OPY/s1600/d%2B00115-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622316613275105986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYTIHhFum7A/TgZ7K-UKOsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bHUJ0Wb1OPY/s400/d%2B00115-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4kYandPspE/TgZ7Kw6NdEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Oc2fu-WN_dI/s1600/d%2B00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622316609676604482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4kYandPspE/TgZ7Kw6NdEI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Oc2fu-WN_dI/s400/d%2B00080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMSMvC4k5dw/TgZ7Kb8eBbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xBpb-ClxuZE/s1600/d%2B00078-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622316604048934322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMSMvC4k5dw/TgZ7Kb8eBbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xBpb-ClxuZE/s400/d%2B00078-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WMqdKmfXQk/TgZ7KDPcQsI/AAAAAAAAA2A/H3AkUsbm-s4/s1600/d%2B00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622316597417624258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WMqdKmfXQk/TgZ7KDPcQsI/AAAAAAAAA2A/H3AkUsbm-s4/s400/d%2B00034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFC1vz8VIaA/TgZ7KAHLkmI/AAAAAAAAA14/M36TFYwM9eo/s1600/d%2B00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622316596577669730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFC1vz8VIaA/TgZ7KAHLkmI/AAAAAAAAA14/M36TFYwM9eo/s400/d%2B00029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally got it together enough to do a photoshoot with the family! again by my amazing friend &lt;a href="http://www.amyschofieldphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.amyschofieldphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Amy is a wonderful photographer and is great with kids! I love the softness of her style, they are the kind of photo's you want to hang in your home and will treasure. She captures the little moments that not everyone sees. Love her. love these photo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/8396920200711596619-7267721846835901605?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7267721846835901605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7267721846835901605' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7267721846835901605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7267721846835901605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-pictures-2011.html' title='Family Pictures 2011'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYTIHhFum7A/TgZ7K-UKOsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/bHUJ0Wb1OPY/s72-c/d%2B00115-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7680646234394893747</id><published>2011-04-12T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:34:35.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqGkGIu9a9s/TaT2xZnKRTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y2uM6K5r1A8/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594867965650158898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqGkGIu9a9s/TaT2xZnKRTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y2uM6K5r1A8/s400/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txg-PEEGFR4/TaT0OmYmlxI/AAAAAAAAA1k/NnNSTmgmo1s/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pItNI2g9mo0/TaT0OULRUUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NfqfUPdGolc/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594865163872325954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pItNI2g9mo0/TaT0OULRUUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NfqfUPdGolc/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRUTL0a-CPo/TaT0OPxxWeI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LqS_peJUEIk/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594865162691631586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRUTL0a-CPo/TaT0OPxxWeI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LqS_peJUEIk/s400/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New pictures of Addi. She is pretty cute these days. I can't complain. She still takes a nap and i love her for it. She loves her momma, loves to swing and loves to torture the cat. My dad bought her a "nerf" gun that shoots darts. It is the joy of her life to shoot darts at that cat. Half my day is spent screaming "leave that cat alone-what did it do to you" oh well the cat takes it in stride. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8396920200711596619-7680646234394893747?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7680646234394893747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7680646234394893747' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7680646234394893747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7680646234394893747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-pictures.html' title='New pictures.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqGkGIu9a9s/TaT2xZnKRTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y2uM6K5r1A8/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-4082657663179463751</id><published>2011-02-21T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:17:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...I know!</title><content type='html'>I've been busy. Sew Busy.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't hate. &lt;br /&gt; Doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; shoppe has been such a fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel validated when people order from me.  Crazy I know!  It feels good when someone chooses my product out of 15,000 baby shoes. &lt;br /&gt;Any who.  I haven't posted because i have been sewing my little fingers to the bone.  well not really.  But any spare time has been sewing, shipping orders, or designing the new spring shoes.  Pictures to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-4082657663179463751?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4082657663179463751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=4082657663179463751' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4082657663179463751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4082657663179463751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-knowi-know.html' title='I know...I know!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5414748811701354492</id><published>2011-02-06T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:53:28.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r876s4xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/pi4SKMRe_ok/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789958700819218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r876s4xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/pi4SKMRe_ok/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday Addison and I attended a Princess Tea Party.  So we donned our princess attire and away we went for a magical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Princessy&lt;/span&gt; time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r8pHPNYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PyhZDyuMxxg/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789953653126530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r8pHPNYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PyhZDyuMxxg/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorated cupcakes. Then removed all the decorations and ate the cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r8PK5gNI/AAAAAAAAA08/VCWxAGhu5i0/s1600/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789946689159378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r8PK5gNI/AAAAAAAAA08/VCWxAGhu5i0/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made Princess crowns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r78-atkI/AAAAAAAAA00/o4QdrXQK3bk/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789941804971586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r78-atkI/AAAAAAAAA00/o4QdrXQK3bk/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Cake walk.  Addison's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r7rWjPGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/1eXBngZB2AY/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789937074355298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r7rWjPGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/1eXBngZB2AY/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't we look stunning.  A fun way to spend a morning with my princess. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-5414748811701354492?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5414748811701354492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5414748811701354492' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5414748811701354492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5414748811701354492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/02/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TU9r876s4xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/pi4SKMRe_ok/s72-c/IMG_1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7191144010598684995</id><published>2011-02-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:20:49.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVGKIHn2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/iBc0BSTX1HM/s1600/IMG_6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569990772180623202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVGKIHn2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/iBc0BSTX1HM/s400/IMG_6211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I made Addison a Princess Dress for the "Princess Tea Party" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It turned out way better than I thought it would I got the tutorial &lt;a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2010/10/cinderella-dress-halloween-costume.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVFlHEQwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Hsq6Rkz7-0I/s1600/IMG_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569990762244096770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVFlHEQwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Hsq6Rkz7-0I/s400/IMG_6207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi is in love. She will not take it off and keeps &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;twirling&lt;/span&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;We made a trip to the store with it on. Oh well at least she is dressed....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVFaz42pI/AAAAAAAAA0U/IQqJhvvXW_g/s1600/IMG_6205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569990759479302802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVFaz42pI/AAAAAAAAA0U/IQqJhvvXW_g/s400/IMG_6205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She went into pose mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyU1XXVJ6I/AAAAAAAAA0E/IHj9P8xhinA/s1600/IMG_6201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569990483676309410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyU1XXVJ6I/AAAAAAAAA0E/IHj9P8xhinA/s400/IMG_6201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;twirly&lt;/span&gt; skirt. Perfect for a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyUp7aVWdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FN5PaSBYBvM/s1600/IMG_6204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569990287194151378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyUp7aVWdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FN5PaSBYBvM/s400/IMG_6204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little thing. I could squish her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-7191144010598684995?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7191144010598684995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7191144010598684995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7191144010598684995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7191144010598684995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/02/pricess-dress.html' title='Princess Dress'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyVGKIHn2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/iBc0BSTX1HM/s72-c/IMG_6211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8627896845761165220</id><published>2011-02-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:04:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Addi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyThhCs2SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-5x8wuMThcI/s1600/IMG_6216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569989043165124898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyThhCs2SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-5x8wuMThcI/s400/IMG_6216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tux our cat has become  "my patient"  to Addi these last few days.  I think it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.   I'll turn around and she is pounding on him with the little hammer thingy in the doctor kit.  listening to him on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stethoscope&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny little girl.  Who knows she may be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veterinarian&lt;/span&gt; one day.&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/8396920200711596619-8627896845761165220?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8627896845761165220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8627896845761165220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8627896845761165220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8627896845761165220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/02/doctor-addi.html' title='Doctor Addi.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyThhCs2SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-5x8wuMThcI/s72-c/IMG_6216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7576679670442306586</id><published>2011-02-04T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:01:24.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyS6GUdNTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NTWwz1pAvtw/s1600/IMG_6194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569988365976941874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyS6GUdNTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NTWwz1pAvtw/s400/IMG_6194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't the picture just about say it all.  We are DONE with winter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked Heath if he would tale Addi out for a few minutes and I look outside and see...This.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor man needs golf like he needs air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7576679670442306586?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7576679670442306586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7576679670442306586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7576679670442306586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7576679670442306586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUyS6GUdNTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NTWwz1pAvtw/s72-c/IMG_6194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-9002688833228121213</id><published>2011-01-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:31:08.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization Challenge #7 The Laundry Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUY5y5hGtyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vf5ukASFM8c/s1600/IMG_6167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568201535886112546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUY5y5hGtyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vf5ukASFM8c/s400/IMG_6167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My least favorite room in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUY5ykgKugI/AAAAAAAAAzI/x3p8YJxoGVI/s1600/IMG_6173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568201530245036546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUY5ykgKugI/AAAAAAAAAzI/x3p8YJxoGVI/s400/IMG_6173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;Not that much different, took a few items out that didn't belong and sent them to the DI.&lt;br /&gt;Containerized the Spray and Wash and starch. Not a hard challenge. But it still got done.&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/8396920200711596619-9002688833228121213?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/9002688833228121213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=9002688833228121213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/9002688833228121213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/9002688833228121213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/orgainization-challenge-6-laundry-room.html' title='Organization Challenge #7 The Laundry Room'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUY5y5hGtyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/vf5ukASFM8c/s72-c/IMG_6167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2676336688767499890</id><published>2011-01-29T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:40:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you Krista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUT3YVrKmgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fA50kBrqQDo/s1600/IMG_6157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567847036843891202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUT3YVrKmgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fA50kBrqQDo/s400/IMG_6157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told my single gal friend that my life is laundry.  She doesn't believe me.  I told her once that there is law of physics that Newton did not discover but we mom's did.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; to the effect that at any given time there is at least 4 loads of laundry to be one.  Even when you think you have done all of the laundry.  There is STILL more.  It's like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bermuda&lt;/span&gt; Triangle I think.   Physically impossible but it still happens anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is just a small glimpse of what you have to look forward to my sweet single friend.  And this is just 3 days worth.  &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/8396920200711596619-2676336688767499890?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2676336688767499890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2676336688767499890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2676336688767499890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2676336688767499890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-you-krista.html' title='For you Krista'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUT3YVrKmgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fA50kBrqQDo/s72-c/IMG_6157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-998120061031978154</id><published>2011-01-28T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:43:49.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudding Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMMjfmuSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IaLjhKEZxW4/s1600/IMG_6148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567447711674186018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMMjfmuSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IaLjhKEZxW4/s400/IMG_6148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanilla instant pudding, food coloring, and some freezer paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMMC0w9ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6T1pKa7CTsc/s1600/IMG_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567447702904567186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMMC0w9ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6T1pKa7CTsc/s400/IMG_6155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make for one very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMLwiB7rI/AAAAAAAAAyo/77XT-IRKjuA/s1600/IMG_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567447697994149554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMLwiB7rI/AAAAAAAAAyo/77XT-IRKjuA/s400/IMG_6149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a messy table.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend and neighbor gave me this idea for finger painting.  It was obviously a hit.  And she was quiet for 1/2 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-998120061031978154?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/998120061031978154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=998120061031978154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/998120061031978154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/998120061031978154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/pudding-paint.html' title='Pudding Paint'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUOMMjfmuSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IaLjhKEZxW4/s72-c/IMG_6148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6021098793406894353</id><published>2011-01-26T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:00:34.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUD621J85lI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QHZe57RNqjY/s1600/IMG_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566724959318632018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUD621J85lI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QHZe57RNqjY/s400/IMG_6142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today seemed to go by in slow motion.  stuck in traffic going to work.  work was eternal.  Stuck in traffic going home.  The check out lady at the grocery store was well....slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get home tonight, excited to eat my dinner that was being "slow" cooked int the crock pot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No way .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen that is BLACK , CHARRED,  Swiss Chicken.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give up.  I've taking NyQuil and headed to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6021098793406894353?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6021098793406894353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6021098793406894353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6021098793406894353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6021098793406894353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow.html' title='Slow'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TUD621J85lI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QHZe57RNqjY/s72-c/IMG_6142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5743254156663187109</id><published>2011-01-24T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:43:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why phone cameras were invented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MOOXjBbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Q0Wfdu_lUQs/s1600/1120101629a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565969996735251890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MOOXjBbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Q0Wfdu_lUQs/s400/1120101629a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never thought I would use a camera phone. I don't need a camera phone. I need a phone-phone. I have a camera. A nice one. But when it was completely impossible to buy a phone-phone without a camera. I was forced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when I see things in this fine bee-hive state....A culture unique, described only as Redneck meets Brady Bunch. I whip out my camera phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My small collection of all things Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really dude. 1985 was 26 years ago. Not your best look. But you move to Utah and you suddenly feel the urge to grow a mud flap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MN7STayI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KcuVWJxDBZs/s1600/0124111300a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565969991612984098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MN7STayI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KcuVWJxDBZs/s400/0124111300a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know....words cannot express how I feel about this awesome use of a Cricut. I wonder if he came home one day...asked his mom/girlfriend/sister whoever "can I use your paper cutter thingy--i got a great idea!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do sir. Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MNYMa97I/AAAAAAAAAyI/JTj4MBaX0dc/s1600/0124111246a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565969982193072050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MNYMa97I/AAAAAAAAAyI/JTj4MBaX0dc/s400/0124111246a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Abby. She was freaking out because she thought I was taking her picture. Nope sorry honey. It was only to catch a picture for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;Another proud owner of a mullet. He most likely combed and hair dried it just to come into the dentist. Is this man married? If so does she like the mullet?&lt;br /&gt;Does he have a family? Does anyone care about you sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a small sampling of my collection. more to come.&lt;br /&gt;What a fine state I live in. Proud to be a Utahn.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while i go clean my shot-gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5EIN3Ob4I/AAAAAAAAAxw/6CPmCEl_J74/s1600/0124111246a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8396920200711596619-5743254156663187109?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5743254156663187109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5743254156663187109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5743254156663187109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5743254156663187109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-phone-cameras-were-invented.html' title='Why phone cameras were invented.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TT5MOOXjBbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Q0Wfdu_lUQs/s72-c/1120101629a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-154164288941825060</id><published>2011-01-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:37:27.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization Challenge #5- The Pantry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZ4xzBaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/GH6I6s2itPE/s1600/IMG_6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565027915633198498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZ4xzBaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/GH6I6s2itPE/s400/IMG_6126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told you-I'm a mess.  You didn't believe me.  did you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had you fooled,  didn't I! Ha!  I knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been dreading doing this challenge.  This Pantry is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bain&lt;/span&gt; of my existence. It's big and I can fit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff in it.  Maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the problem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've organized it 7 ways from sideways and it always ends looking like .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZmDTJ1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/R9n-hXjPq3k/s1600/IMG_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565027910606333778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZmDTJ1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/R9n-hXjPq3k/s400/IMG_6127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS.  a complete disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZe9Cp2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/nsrRDe6yXcU/s1600/IMG_6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565027908701038434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZe9Cp2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/nsrRDe6yXcU/s400/IMG_6130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After removing some of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organizers&lt;/span&gt; and replacing them with these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; drawers it looks much improved.   As you can see I am low on sugar. :)  That is the main idea isn't it.  Be able to see things at a glance- not have to go through the whole damn thing before i go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZNxZQGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rTAl_L-el78/s1600/IMG_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565027904088784994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZNxZQGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rTAl_L-el78/s400/IMG_6131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still room for improvement.  I need to get a bigger box for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;platic&lt;/span&gt; wear.  There's always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-154164288941825060?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/154164288941825060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=154164288941825060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/154164288941825060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/154164288941825060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization-challenge-5-pantry.html' title='Organization Challenge #5- The Pantry'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTrzZ4xzBaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/GH6I6s2itPE/s72-c/IMG_6126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1041356178810309545</id><published>2011-01-21T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:48:33.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization Challenge #5-Dresser Drawers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR2be8h1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/hOknkGLHu8E/s1600/IMG_6121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564850285102008146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR2be8h1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/hOknkGLHu8E/s400/IMG_6121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unorganized Chaos- Everything everywhere.  I really don't know how I function.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see my underthings are a complete disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR2DO1nbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SEstEX7Q6bo/s1600/IMG_6120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564850278591995314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR2DO1nbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SEstEX7Q6bo/s400/IMG_6120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1wbka2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/UCSuuT_S1WY/s1600/IMG_6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564850273545120610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1wbka2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/UCSuuT_S1WY/s400/IMG_6123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this on someone's  blog I was stalking. She had rolled her camis and undershirts.  smart.  so i copied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1rjgIwI/AAAAAAAAAww/G5OPzlj1Jj0/s1600/IMG_6124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564850272236217090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1rjgIwI/AAAAAAAAAww/G5OPzlj1Jj0/s400/IMG_6124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Socks and Hosiery under control thanks to these honeycomb organizers that i got at Bed Bath and Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1T4s-4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/JvexpxkAczk/s1600/IMG_6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564850265882688386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR1T4s-4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/JvexpxkAczk/s400/IMG_6125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bras and Sports Bras and ah hem...other things... all in a row.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will revisit this in 6 months to see if I can keep it this way.  Old habits die hard.  But it is nice to know where everything is and that everything has a place.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1041356178810309545?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1041356178810309545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1041356178810309545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1041356178810309545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1041356178810309545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization-challenge-5-dresser.html' title='Organization Challenge #5-Dresser Drawers'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTpR2be8h1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/hOknkGLHu8E/s72-c/IMG_6121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6761956471082949152</id><published>2011-01-18T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:50:09.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQQc3HpKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3HMH9bH0rLE/s1600/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563722633218335906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQQc3HpKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3HMH9bH0rLE/s400/IMG_5512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Addison's Dance Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQQJJ0MgI/AAAAAAAAAwY/q_pIdhtYurk/s1600/IMG_5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563722627928044034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQQJJ0MgI/AAAAAAAAAwY/q_pIdhtYurk/s400/IMG_5520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She calls her uniform her "dance unicorn"  so funny. as you can see she dances to her own tune and rarely follows directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQP_nBtlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qdCrFHBw0Jw/s1600/IMG_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563722625366210130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQP_nBtlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qdCrFHBw0Jw/s400/IMG_5514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parents aren't aloud in so these pics are taken though a window.  so they aren't that great.   But Addi loves her little dance class.  mostly she checks herself out in the mirror.   Her little friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; is in her dance class.  I think their favorite part is the fruit snacks afterward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-6761956471082949152?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6761956471082949152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6761956471082949152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6761956471082949152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6761956471082949152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/dance-class.html' title='Dance Class'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTZQQc3HpKI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3HMH9bH0rLE/s72-c/IMG_5512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1757773574456479395</id><published>2011-01-17T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:38:41.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization Challenge #4 -Under ze Sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfkO1EJ6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yu9o4P5vlIM/s1600/IMG_6114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563317253258356642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfkO1EJ6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yu9o4P5vlIM/s400/IMG_6114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it amazing what I can stuff under a kitchen sink.  The picture doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjt-ZtcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/x5fO4PfXJns/s1600/IMG_6115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563317244439147970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjt-ZtcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/x5fO4PfXJns/s400/IMG_6115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello nasty bottom of the cabinet.  Yes that is an old dried up bunch of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjTz31LI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Dm4fNIpyPb8/s1600/IMG_6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563317237415662770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjTz31LI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Dm4fNIpyPb8/s400/IMG_6116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clean, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; according to use- Dish Soap, House Cleaners, and Floor Cleaners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjIQmYRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/6PhutuOdpfM/s1600/IMG_6117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563317234314928402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfjIQmYRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/6PhutuOdpfM/s400/IMG_6117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now, don't you..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you on the challenge?&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-1757773574456479395?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1757773574456479395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1757773574456479395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1757773574456479395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1757773574456479395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization-challenge-4-under-ze-sink.html' title='Organization Challenge #4 -Under ze Sink'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTTfkO1EJ6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yu9o4P5vlIM/s72-c/IMG_6114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3823697329707197043</id><published>2011-01-16T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:23:52.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization Challenge #3  The Linen closet-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3iQNzzDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KfMW5jHnWYg/s1600/IMG_6107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991763829017650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3iQNzzDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KfMW5jHnWYg/s400/IMG_6107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 15 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linen Closet Before-Gosh it was a mess. I have always wanted to have all my sheets folded nicely -neatly-in size order etc. But I'm not Martha Stewart and Heath folds most of the laundry around here so we end up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3iNxhuII/AAAAAAAAAvg/XJza55TCzlM/s1600/IMG_6108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991763173521538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3iNxhuII/AAAAAAAAAvg/XJza55TCzlM/s400/IMG_6108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did put Addi in a Rubbermaid container and labeled her also. just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3T6Bh54I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7zsbrTYqc6w/s1600/IMG_6112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991517353764738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3T6Bh54I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7zsbrTYqc6w/s400/IMG_6112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linen Closed after. I kept 2 sets of sheets per bed. Organized hand towels, pillowcases in the small bins and the sheets in the big ones. Found the olive green baskets at Shopko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3TmUhfvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CRbQcGt2Ygs/s1600/IMG_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562991512064720626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3TmUhfvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CRbQcGt2Ygs/s400/IMG_6113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Much better. i am breathing easier and feel less stressed and this is just Day 3. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-3823697329707197043?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823697329707197043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3823697329707197043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3823697329707197043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3823697329707197043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/organiztation-challenge-3-linen-closet.html' title='Organization Challenge #3  The Linen closet-'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTO3iQNzzDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KfMW5jHnWYg/s72-c/IMG_6107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3196221030554239694</id><published>2011-01-15T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:02:22.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oganization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Computer Desk &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562581287275848290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTJCNX5P4mI/AAAAAAAAAug/e8Xh-hMynzU/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562581297033886626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTJCN8Pvu6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/6oSrgsmMdpM/s400/IMG_1786.JPG" /&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my real computer desk did get a going over but it wasn't that horrible so i tackled another "catch all" desk that is in the kitchen. When we build this house i thought "oh this will be handy with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt; holes and a desk in the kitchen" NO WAY"   It is always messy.   It attracts everything but men and money.   So I emptied the whole lot of it and cleaned her out.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;containerized&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;labelized&lt;/span&gt; and Voila!&lt;br /&gt;A somewhat organized Catch all desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTJCFtkOsnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CXa1sXigfMM/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTJCFZd6oQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/DgzruhqHAxc/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-3196221030554239694?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3196221030554239694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3196221030554239694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3196221030554239694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3196221030554239694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/oganization.html' title='Oganization'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTJCNX5P4mI/AAAAAAAAAug/e8Xh-hMynzU/s72-c/IMG_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8319751474051794178</id><published>2011-01-14T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:26:42.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTETPALgTVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/x9PtRMD0al0/s1600/carribean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562248163246493010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTETPALgTVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/x9PtRMD0al0/s400/carribean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my boss' told us last week we are going on a cruise as an office in Jan 2012. So excited. Southern Caribean is the place they want to go-which is great because I haven't been there yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry summer i copied you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/8396920200711596619-8319751474051794178?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8319751474051794178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8319751474051794178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8319751474051794178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8319751474051794178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTETPALgTVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/x9PtRMD0al0/s72-c/carribean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2003952792202792289</id><published>2011-01-14T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:19:44.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look what i made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTERe8ogjfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/GyFQqj3nlFo/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562246238149053938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTERe8ogjfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/GyFQqj3nlFo/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for not posting-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been very sick with the flu and could not get enough energy to think of anything clever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before I got sick I made this little monster doll for my nephew's birthday.  It is so ugly its cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-2003952792202792289?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2003952792202792289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2003952792202792289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2003952792202792289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2003952792202792289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-what-i-made.html' title='look what i made'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TTERe8ogjfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/GyFQqj3nlFo/s72-c/IMG_1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7252539481947158259</id><published>2011-01-11T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:42:54.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days to get myself organized</title><content type='html'>Having the flu- the real flu makes for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.   So  I found this website on my friends blog  &lt;a href="http://abowlfulloflemons.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://abowlfulloflemons.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  She has some great ideas for getting my not so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; home- well -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt;.   It is a one project a day system and that way I don't feel overwhelmed and anxious about it.  But I am excited.  For Day 1 I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; my junk drawer.   I didn't take pictures but i should have.  it really wasn't that bad .  In the next days i will document my organization transformation..  This is huge for me.  I will have to post my seriously unorganized life for all of you to see.  yikes.  but isn't that why we blog in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7252539481947158259?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7252539481947158259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7252539481947158259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7252539481947158259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7252539481947158259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/21-days-to-get-myself-organized.html' title='21 days to get myself organized'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-973446446865160613</id><published>2011-01-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:14:05.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's should not get sick.  Period. The End.</title><content type='html'>Day 10&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSuBiJ-S7iI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SYfEIorhfF0/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flu has ravaged me. I told myself "nah-you don't need a flu shot" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt; why do I listen to myself.&lt;br /&gt;So i have the flu, it sucks,.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-973446446865160613?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/973446446865160613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=973446446865160613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/973446446865160613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/973446446865160613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/moms-should-not-get-sick-period-end.html' title='Mom&apos;s should not get sick.  Period. The End.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-212037751444391720</id><published>2011-01-09T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:52:21.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skill-or obsession?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSpWfNLYlnI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RGNOENPVe44/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560351784055641714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSpWfNLYlnI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RGNOENPVe44/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My uber-talented mother learned me how to crochet.  pronounced cro-shit.  Because of the number of times you say "Oh Shit!"  while you are doing it.  So I learned,  I swore, then I ended up with this pretty scarf thing.  Don't you think it matches my eyes. ha ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all seriousness I have wanted to learn how to crochet and knit forever and have .  So as part of my "New You" resolution I wanted to get myself a new skill/ obsession.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am now obsessed with yarn and everything like unto it.  I am currently learning how to knit a trendy ear-warmer thingy.   We will see how that works out. Don't you worry i will blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-212037751444391720?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/212037751444391720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=212037751444391720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/212037751444391720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/212037751444391720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-skill-or-obsession.html' title='New Skill-or obsession?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSpWfNLYlnI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RGNOENPVe44/s72-c/IMG_1775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1920508360899126857</id><published>2011-01-08T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:41:39.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' Jacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBx5WKXI/AAAAAAAAAso/d-CiyEiubIY/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559992837725366642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBx5WKXI/AAAAAAAAAso/d-CiyEiubIY/s400/IMG_1750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about you but around here it is starting to feel like the movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ground hog's Day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake up, go to work, come home, read, sleep-repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not today-we decided to shake things up a bit.  Because the air is so bad and it is so cold outside we cant go out very much. So a last minute decision to go to Jumpin' Jack's in Springville is just what we needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addi's cousins Peyton and Ava were along for the ride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBvzMm8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/N8A8Tsk5NvA/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559992837162703810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBvzMm8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/N8A8Tsk5NvA/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and Addi going around on the "carousel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBAl-WLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HngWFbl3KoU/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559992824490776754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBAl-WLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HngWFbl3KoU/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi was a bit tentative at first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQA6UCAJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DAHTZd_XURI/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559992822804906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQA6UCAJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DAHTZd_XURI/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton was a seasoned professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQArR9MVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AKcrvczqiZk/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559992818769670482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQArR9MVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AKcrvczqiZk/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison finally joined in and when it was time to leave I had to climb one of the "aparati" to get her down.  That was pretty-I'm sure you're sad there isn't a picture of that.  All in all a great way to spend a Saturday.  And the 2 hour nap that followed wasn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-1920508360899126857?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1920508360899126857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1920508360899126857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1920508360899126857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1920508360899126857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/jumpin-jacks.html' title='Jumpin&apos; Jacks'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSkQBx5WKXI/AAAAAAAAAso/d-CiyEiubIY/s72-c/IMG_1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-4774095706588128920</id><published>2011-01-07T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:41:25.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSfo_-IPllI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p6oisoa5ONI/s1600/mi%2Branchito.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559668450719143506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSfo_-IPllI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p6oisoa5ONI/s400/mi%2Branchito.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Date Night at the Dalton's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ranchito&lt;/span&gt;-hands down the best "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; whats under the cheese" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in Utah County.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great spicy salsa and the most divine mix of Diet Coke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If are a coinsure of Diet Coke like I am , you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the above statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've never been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with my food or service , never waited longer that 10 min for a table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the cute Hispanic lady that refills your chips and salsa is adorable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makes me want to give her a hug. And fix her teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-4774095706588128920?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4774095706588128920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=4774095706588128920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4774095706588128920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4774095706588128920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSfo_-IPllI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p6oisoa5ONI/s72-c/mi%2Branchito.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6711948859352568974</id><published>2011-01-06T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:33:57.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSaHCKtG76I/AAAAAAAAAr4/NWOZwzfah4U/s1600/IMG_3090-2%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559279261338496930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSaHCKtG76I/AAAAAAAAAr4/NWOZwzfah4U/s400/IMG_3090-2%2B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my mom.  I love her.  Man she's great.  I don't know anyone like her.  Heath said the other day "if anyone could cross the plains in a hand-cart, marge would be the one!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is tough as nails, she can  build-sew-craft-knit-weld-scout-doctor- just about anything ,you name it.  She's a pretty great teacher too.  I've learned from my mom the best reward is a job well done.  Do it and don't do it half-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She says that too-wonder where i get that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has been the young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; presidents wife, the scout masters wife, the elder &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quorums&lt;/span&gt; pres wife.  the bishops wife.  all with a smile and not a complaint that i ever heard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave my mother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; as a teenager.  I was wild.  not too wild.  but just enough to make her hair grey.  She loved me through it.  Gently  and sometimes not so gently guiding me in the right direction.   I don't know what i would do without my mom.  She is always helping me.  Whether helping me finish sew a dress for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Addi&lt;/span&gt; or baby sitting in a pinch.  She is always there and never makes me feel like an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSaGnQ6wjwI/AAAAAAAAAro/tV15IABfbGc/s1600/IMG_5729-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSaGfxIsc4I/AAAAAAAAArg/XXbTQayBG_4/s1600/IMG_5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6711948859352568974?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6711948859352568974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6711948859352568974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6711948859352568974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6711948859352568974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSaHCKtG76I/AAAAAAAAAr4/NWOZwzfah4U/s72-c/IMG_3090-2%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6323197456611611968</id><published>2011-01-05T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:51:43.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa at the Riverwoods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSUevIkOFSI/AAAAAAAAArY/BgHINaPpCP8/s1600/IMG_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558883110160831778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSUevIkOFSI/AAAAAAAAArY/BgHINaPpCP8/s400/IMG_6048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; visit'  did not go as planned this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addison was scared to death of this nice but slightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; looking man.  Hid behind Heath's legs and said  "i don't want to go"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking  "oh yes you will-I need a Santa picture.  I don't know why i was so hell bent on getting this picture.  But I was.  After 2 trial visits and letting her ride the pony at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brikenstaffs&lt;/span&gt;.  It was achieved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for the record the Santa at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riverwoods&lt;/span&gt; shopping complex is the BEST.  No lines, no annoying teenager trying to make me buy a mediocre picture of my daughter and Santa.  No commercialism.  It was great.  Just us and- the scary man in the red suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6323197456611611968?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6323197456611611968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6323197456611611968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6323197456611611968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6323197456611611968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-at-riverwoods.html' title='Santa at the Riverwoods'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSUevIkOFSI/AAAAAAAAArY/BgHINaPpCP8/s72-c/IMG_6048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3372171421737023574</id><published>2011-01-04T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:16:06.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSOodBbObII/AAAAAAAAArQ/EdcdgKkxtwU/s1600/IMG_6086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471581657623682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSOodBbObII/AAAAAAAAArQ/EdcdgKkxtwU/s400/IMG_6086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last two years we have placed a bird-feeder in our back yard. It is right by the widow and is for some pretty spectacular bird-watching. Tux our cat is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; by the feeder and spends hours watching every move these feathered friends make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every once in a while I will hear a loud "BONK" which is a poor bird running into the glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I catch myself just starring out at it when the birds are feeding. Pretty entertaining to watch them fight for the best seeds. The little winter birds are so delicate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; feathers are amazing colors. If you don't have a bird-feeder for the winter, may I suggest you try it out. Fun for adults and kids get a kick out of it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3372171421737023574?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3372171421737023574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3372171421737023574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3372171421737023574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3372171421737023574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSOodBbObII/AAAAAAAAArQ/EdcdgKkxtwU/s72-c/IMG_6086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3027285700933004362</id><published>2011-01-03T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:57:35.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstoppable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSKY5x0F62I/AAAAAAAAArI/qwPuUQ2VenY/s1600/eyeliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558173008520407906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSKY5x0F62I/AAAAAAAAArI/qwPuUQ2VenY/s400/eyeliner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was at Target a few weeks ago, I was in need of new eyeliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A must have in my arsenal of make up essentials. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Almay&lt;/span&gt; eyeliner i was using was smudging and making me crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...so I was on the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stumbled upon this neat little number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maybeline&lt;/span&gt; Unstoppable Eyeliner- in Espresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no smudges, it's waterproof,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it never needs to be sharpened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's $5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3027285700933004362?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3027285700933004362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3027285700933004362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3027285700933004362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3027285700933004362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/unstoppable.html' title='Unstoppable'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSKY5x0F62I/AAAAAAAAArI/qwPuUQ2VenY/s72-c/eyeliner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3944759727765906847</id><published>2011-01-02T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:48:15.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus wants Addi for a Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSFT7mnC9qI/AAAAAAAAArA/aWsCtsbQqNk/s1600/IMG_6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557815698593609378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSFT7mnC9qI/AAAAAAAAArA/aWsCtsbQqNk/s400/IMG_6082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addison is officially a Sunbeam. sniff, sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looked so grown up today. sniff, sniff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has an awesome teacher Brother and Sister Gallop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the looks of the classroom scattered with crayons and whatnot it seems they had a great time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully this Sunbeam will shine reverently in Primary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3944759727765906847?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3944759727765906847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3944759727765906847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3944759727765906847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3944759727765906847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/jesus-wants-addi-for-sunbeam.html' title='Jesus wants Addi for a Sunbeam'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TSFT7mnC9qI/AAAAAAAAArA/aWsCtsbQqNk/s72-c/IMG_6082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-191002276840644292</id><published>2011-01-01T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:52:36.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundr-o-mat</title><content type='html'>In my sheltered and spoiled life. I have never been to a laundr-o-mat.   I have always had my own washer and dryer right down the hall, stairs, etc.  Until last night.&lt;br /&gt; It was a strange experience. &lt;br /&gt;First of all I feel  I need to explain&lt;br /&gt;Addi's comforter will not fit in the front-loader washer.  we tried.  didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;SO we loaded up said wet,soggy,  throw up covered comforter and headed up to the nearest laundromat.  Its about a mile from my home. &lt;br /&gt;Leaving my home with detergent in hand and a half empty bottle of Clorox felt surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the business i was confused.  "what do i do now?"  and there is no-one there.  aside from the kid who was maybe 16, the place was vacant.  how does this place stay in business, i wondered. &lt;br /&gt;So i found a large washer- which was really a dryer- Heath and i look at each other and say "is this a washer or dryer"  you think it would be easy to tell but, i say it is not. &lt;br /&gt;Take the soggy, heavy,  throw-up covered comforter out of the dryer (not washer) and try again. &lt;br /&gt;Finally found a large washer- with no help but out own intelligence.   Load the yucky thing in again and   "what now."  At home we push a button.  The washer asks us what water temp, and it is smart enough to know when and what to add to the load of clothes.  it a smart washer&lt;br /&gt;This Laundromat washer was not smart.  i didn't feel smart either. &lt;br /&gt;after deciphering the code of symbols on the washer and dumping detergent and bleach in the correct spots  ( well i think it was the correct spots)  We were on our way. &lt;br /&gt;Well then we had to do simple math to figure out how many quarters are needed. &lt;br /&gt;$5 dollars.  $5 to do one load of comforter.  Rip Off&lt;br /&gt;But the comforter is clean-for today.&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your New Years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-191002276840644292?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/191002276840644292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=191002276840644292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/191002276840644292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/191002276840644292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2011/01/laundr-o-mat.html' title='Laundr-o-mat'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-161153647351215536</id><published>2010-12-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:13:48.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365</title><content type='html'>one of my new years resolutions is to be a better blogger.  Not for your sake but mine.  So project 365  is to have a post every day.  I know this is a big endevour and i will really have to focus -not a strong point...but my friends/family will really get an idea of how exciting my life really is-or isn't.  And since most of my resolutions are rationalized away by mid-january we will see how this really goes.  But until then....here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-161153647351215536?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/161153647351215536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=161153647351215536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/161153647351215536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/161153647351215536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/12/project-365.html' title='Project 365'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6090211071426986416</id><published>2010-08-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:14:47.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Church</title><content type='html'>Here I am,  chubby.  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been chubby before, this is new...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did I get here?  How the crap does one person pack on 20 lbs in a blink of a eye?  I know what kind of person.  ME!!!!   because i love REALLY good food.   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fatty&lt;/span&gt; food, cream, pastry, Nutty Bars ( hey don't mock them)  creamy sauces.  Cookies, cake, etc.  But they don't love me.  damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my brain, on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;So..... I joined Chubby Church.    aka Weight Watchers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to losing 25 lbs.  I have some really great friends to help me on my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running today for the first time in oh  3.5 years,  It felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!  More energy, endorphins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do hard things.  I can do what I don't normaly do.  Eat what I don't normaly eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down 5 lbs.  so far so good.   i will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6090211071426986416?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6090211071426986416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6090211071426986416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6090211071426986416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6090211071426986416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/08/chubby-church.html' title='Chubby Church'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-173355759610078551</id><published>2010-06-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:57:31.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really...Really.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; does the "Really..." section of the news so here is mine for the day. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 2am looking for the damn cat "kitten" that we adopted 3 weeks ago. Really? Never did find it. Really! It has now been missing almost 24 hours. Really! I feel so sad. Really! Really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a call from Heath. "ah honey the car needs new tires, its going to be around $500" Really. Oh and the brakes are metal on metal. It needs new brakes and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rotors&lt;/span&gt;." Really! "400" Really. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Addi are you pooping your pants----again" Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 min nap from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Addi&lt;/span&gt; , after coaxing her to sleep for 30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; ......Really, Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another call from Heath--"car isn't going to be done today--still down to one car till &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;" Really!!! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore throat and a horrible cold. Really!  oh and allergies on top of it.  Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just sneezed and wet my pants.  Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hates me. Really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-173355759610078551?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/173355759610078551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=173355759610078551' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/173355759610078551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/173355759610078551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/06/reallyreally.html' title='Really...Really.....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8012956709205570003</id><published>2010-06-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:44:52.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partners in Crime...A&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TB1-zw0wJxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8lMnMjB1VrQ/s1600/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484679348951721746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TB1-zw0wJxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8lMnMjB1VrQ/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava and Addi....TROUBLE!!!! with a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' "T"!!! I have a feeling it isn't going to get easier either. These funny little farts are best buddies. also each others scape-goat, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accomplice&lt;/span&gt;, and in the not to far future get-away-car. Loni and I can always count on finding both of these girlies  up to something. Getting into grandma's fabric and sewing room. Letting Max the dog out of his pen, jumping on top of the wood pile for no other reason because mom's say "NO" My mom told me I would get a daughter just like me, she was right. I'm in TROUBLE if she does half the stuff I got away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8012956709205570003?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8012956709205570003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8012956709205570003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8012956709205570003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8012956709205570003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/06/partners-in-crimea.html' title='Partners in Crime...A&amp;A'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/TB1-zw0wJxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8lMnMjB1VrQ/s72-c/IMG_4666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3800984494928236410</id><published>2010-05-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:48:09.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Sweet Michelle put hers up, so here are mine, don't judge me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I love my job, not many people can say that-but not many people enjoy gross things that come out of peoples mouths...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I have diet coke usually before 8am-nothing like the first morning burn&lt;br /&gt;3- I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lds&lt;/span&gt; historical fiction, Work in the Glory, Undaunted-Gag! I'm with you on Jane Austen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;4-I love to read. anything than the above mentioned&lt;br /&gt;5-I hate being alone during the day, I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;6-Since turning 30 I have gained 8lbs and now I wear glasses,  but i still feel like I am 16 inside.  Do you.&lt;br /&gt;7- I have a housekeeper.  My splurge during the month.&lt;br /&gt;8-i go to sleep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; 9pm most nights&lt;br /&gt;9- I love to sew but hate cutting patterns,&lt;br /&gt;10- my closet is a mess!!!!! It drives heath crazy, i love it:)&lt;br /&gt;11-Addi still wakes up in the night because I am a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wimp&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let her cry it out.&lt;br /&gt;12-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; eaten a whole pecan pie by myself before, then had to make a new one to cover my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt;- Heath asks "want any pie"  no I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;13- my kid eats chicken nuggets every day. &lt;br /&gt;14-i have two dresser drawers  full of "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretchy&lt;/span&gt; pants"  pathetic&lt;br /&gt;15-  i hate to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;-it a genetic disorder-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; seeing a counselor&lt;br /&gt;16- i yell at Addi way more than i should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3800984494928236410?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3800984494928236410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3800984494928236410' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3800984494928236410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3800984494928236410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6463358805119558790</id><published>2010-02-27T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:38:49.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NAP....WHAT!!!! my life is over-I am sure of it</title><content type='html'>Addi is sick with the crud  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;... runny nose, coughing, etc.  I can usually handle the sickies.  But the last two days have been a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;Addi the "puke-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aholic&lt;/span&gt;" any time she has a coughing attack throws up.  why... I have done 12 loads of laundry in the past two days, been thrown up on 3 times- THIS I can deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking herself up from her nap after 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; because of a coughing fit is TO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the whole gig about the Lord doesn't give us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; that we cant handle.  It is not the case this time my friends.  Oh No.  This has happened the last two days.  I am going to die.  Please tell me there is hope.  Lord I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6463358805119558790?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6463358805119558790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6463358805119558790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6463358805119558790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6463358805119558790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-napwhat-my-life-is-over-i-am-sure-of.html' title='NO NAP....WHAT!!!! my life is over-I am sure of it'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5216994454764978336</id><published>2010-01-09T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:46:07.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>potty party...my new smile.</title><content type='html'>potty training is not for the weak at heart i have decided. &lt;br /&gt;"It is hell" as my sister in law &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lindsey&lt;/span&gt; put it. &lt;br /&gt;Once again I feel inadequate as a mother and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; clueless&lt;br /&gt;oh well i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; she wont go to college in diapers. &lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LeRoy&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Addi's&lt;/span&gt; nick name) have been at it two days and.....&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I am doing, neither does she.  who gives a shit.  I give up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped, she hasn't ( in the pot anyway) .  And my couch now smells like urine.  awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note I am now the proud owner of a new improved smile.  after about 8 hours in the dental chair and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Advil&lt;/span&gt;.  It is finished.  quite an undertaking.  no pictures.  just happiness.  I have wanted to do it for a while. I decided that I am going to be 30, I might as well be happy with one part of me.  Couldn't be happier.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-5216994454764978336?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5216994454764978336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5216994454764978336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5216994454764978336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5216994454764978336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2010/01/potty-partymy-new-smile.html' title='potty party...my new smile.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2972703561149718565</id><published>2009-12-17T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:59:06.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead...but thanks for asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I been doing for the last 2 months? Birthdays, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;, 13 frilly aprons (hand made with love but overwhelming) cosmetic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dentistry&lt;/span&gt;, oh and Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison is 2 now and had a really fun birthday and is spoiled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416418956120993122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Syr8V9pIrWI/AAAAAAAAApk/hudgZtCzI2Y/s400/IMG_4313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416418490903774098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Syr764ktQ5I/AAAAAAAAApU/PByCsk_LP-Q/s400/IMG_4298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is her birthday cake...pretty cute if I do say so myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-2972703561149718565?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2972703561149718565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2972703561149718565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2972703561149718565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2972703561149718565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-deadbut-thanks-for-asking.html' title='I&apos;m not dead...but thanks for asking'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Syr8V9pIrWI/AAAAAAAAApk/hudgZtCzI2Y/s72-c/IMG_4313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8779280203302862694</id><published>2009-10-16T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:34:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer</title><content type='html'>I hope this sounds familiar to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying in my bed at 5:45am&lt;br /&gt;"Heavenly Father please let her not wake up right now."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really tired Lord, and she really needs more sleep than this"&lt;br /&gt;"Please stop crying, please go back to sleep"   more crying...not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;"Heavenly Father just let her sleep for 45 more minutes, then I can tackle the day."&lt;br /&gt;"Please go back to sleep baby,  mom needs 45 more min.   Please!"&lt;br /&gt;"Lord if she wakes up right now, I don't know how I'm going to do it today!"&lt;br /&gt;"Please make her go back to sleep......I'm asking humbly..... I'll be a better person.  just let her go back to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my days start like this.  Yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8779280203302862694?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8779280203302862694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8779280203302862694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8779280203302862694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8779280203302862694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='A Prayer'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5908319815505954868</id><published>2009-10-04T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:18:47.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drizzly</title><content type='html'>Today has been a long day for me.  Besides the sore throat ,and exhaustion for chasing a two year old around.   Love the rain though.  It smells good outside.  Fresh. &lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to go to work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; m, to much still needs to be done around here&lt;br /&gt;Laundry.....always laundry.&lt;br /&gt;  Disposable clothes.  Not a bad idea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; out of rice paper and then if your really hungry you could eat the laundry.  Eating is something I always have time to do.  all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New thing I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with is canning.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;botteling&lt;/span&gt; or whatever you call it.  Jam, apples, salsa.  I love it I feel productive.  Earthy.  Old fashioned.  Better than other people that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; can.  only kidding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to  eat my laundry  and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-5908319815505954868?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5908319815505954868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5908319815505954868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5908319815505954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5908319815505954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/10/drizzly.html' title='Drizzly'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2674551373382148364</id><published>2009-10-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:47:01.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sskk-_-0u5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/bqXMUiCiJS4/s1600-h/IMG_4022-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388879093870934930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sskk-_-0u5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/bqXMUiCiJS4/s400/IMG_4022-2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maryina&lt;/span&gt; my neighbor and best friend.   She's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' hitched!  After 4 long years she is going to make an honest man out of him...that him is Russel Elder aka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rus&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so happy for them both and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be more excited for the wedding. October 10th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-2674551373382148364?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674551373382148364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2674551373382148364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2674551373382148364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2674551373382148364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/10/young-love.html' title='Young Love....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sskk-_-0u5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/bqXMUiCiJS4/s72-c/IMG_4022-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3829831301083825766</id><published>2009-08-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:10:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Night "Out"</title><content type='html'>I was all planned so perfectly. I had a babysitter, Addi fed, make-up on, cute clothes on and ready for a night out with Heath. No No No....my universe doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 pm enjoying ice cream at my friends Mary's house-its cool, addi's is outside with us having a good time. Killing time before Annie comes to babysit Addi so Heath and I can go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:29 pm ( one minute till Heath is expected home) WHACK!!!!! Addison falls and smacks her head on the metal lawn chair. Lets out a scream I've never heard before and instantly feel panic. I run over to her and she has blood pouring down her little face and I see the gash that is above her eye. It's deep. Does it need stitches? Clean it off with a paper towel -yep! it needs a stitch or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I take her to my house. Look at it one more time to reassure ourselves it needs attention other than a band-aid.  Jump in the car and furiously drive to the Insticare-- Addi did great till Mary, I ,and a nurse had to hold her down to get the 2 sutures in. Oh she can scream. Great nurse. Great Friend. Great Doctor. Not a great night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffling after it was all done. The nice nurse asked if she wanted a sticker and a prize. In the saddest little voice she says. "yeah&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375467262537199698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Spl-_q1FcFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vPLOl-_DUQM/s400/IMG_3683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3829831301083825766?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3829831301083825766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3829831301083825766' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3829831301083825766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3829831301083825766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-night-out.html' title='My Night &quot;Out&quot;'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Spl-_q1FcFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vPLOl-_DUQM/s72-c/IMG_3683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-9178260159433754778</id><published>2009-08-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:01:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/So9Bo7LnijI/AAAAAAAAAok/AZKfpb4YmUo/s1600-h/IMG_3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372585051813284402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/So9Bo7LnijI/AAAAAAAAAok/AZKfpb4YmUo/s400/IMG_3457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison has named her favorite blanket- "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minky&lt;/span&gt;"  All day long its "where's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minky&lt;/span&gt;, go get your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minky&lt;/span&gt;,  MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minky&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid we have to wash said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minky&lt;/span&gt;" .  I did once and she had a total melt down in front of the washer.  "NO, NO, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minky&lt;/span&gt;"  Hitting the glass on the door saying "MINE, MINE!"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she in so attached ... but, there is no stopping it.   She is really funny about it, she loves the corners and will rub them on the palm of her hand.  I think it soothes her.&lt;br /&gt;I carried around a red and white elephant named Happy till I left home,  so I kinda understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-9178260159433754778?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/9178260159433754778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=9178260159433754778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/9178260159433754778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/9178260159433754778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/08/minky.html' title='The Minky'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/So9Bo7LnijI/AAAAAAAAAok/AZKfpb4YmUo/s72-c/IMG_3457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3674056722570540059</id><published>2009-07-22T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:13:23.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernating in the summer...</title><content type='html'>Hibernating&gt; hi.ber.nat.ing- verb- the art of moving from one air-conditioned dwelling to another in the Utah summer.    &lt;br /&gt;Anybody that knows me, well actually anyone in ear shot knows how much I hate summer.  Not all of summer.  Just 95+ days.  Which is most of July and August. &lt;br /&gt;       I don't like to sweat in my clothes and be sticky.   And I have to wear three layer of clothing ( you know what I mean.)  Cursing every time I get in my car because its 1000 degrees inside . Having to lather up every inch of me and Addi with sunblock if we venture out,  Its like preparing for deep sea diving.  I never have been able to tan-never will.  Swimming at the local pool feeling completely inadequate on front of the toothpicks. . .  till you see the 400 lb woman and I think " I'm not doing so bad, am I?"  sad.    Trying to find a bathing suit that remotely hold up the girls while controlling the baby gut, and doesn't ride up the crack ...its out there I know it---the search continues.     Fireworks till 11pm-come on people..go to sleep already.   Sunrise at 5:30am&lt;br /&gt;One consolation is that the earth is still rotating counterclockwise and it will not be summer forever.  Amen-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3674056722570540059?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3674056722570540059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3674056722570540059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3674056722570540059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3674056722570540059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hibernating-in-summer.html' title='Hibernating in the summer...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5680496040793332208</id><published>2009-07-11T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:35:07.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZyCAvTnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uwrr3Q6EUao/s1600-h/IMG_3400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357271210313862770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZyCAvTnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uwrr3Q6EUao/s400/IMG_3400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny Little Addi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZx1ycWLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y-gvfGnmu_0/s1600-h/IMG_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357271207032674482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZx1ycWLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y-gvfGnmu_0/s400/IMG_3414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZxZXoCCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-leBXIjiYkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3440-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357271199404001314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZxZXoCCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/-leBXIjiYkQ/s400/IMG_3440-2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh..... Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; taken "photos" of Addi in a while and have been meaning to.  So today was the day.  She hates me now...... but....the pictures are done and I feel happy.  She is getting so big so fast.  not to mention she is the size of a 3 year old.  I love her so much, even though this week she has started what we call  "Addi-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tude&lt;/span&gt;"   Everything is "mine""no!" The terrible two's are here early I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;.  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8396920200711596619-5680496040793332208?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5680496040793332208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5680496040793332208' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5680496040793332208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5680496040793332208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SljZyCAvTnI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uwrr3Q6EUao/s72-c/IMG_3400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8374127139434454760</id><published>2009-06-22T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:04:56.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SkA2a4XdsMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hzEyZZzSC3s/s1600-h/IMG_5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350336192751448258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SkA2a4XdsMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hzEyZZzSC3s/s400/IMG_5175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our good friend and pet Boots the cat died yesterday.  It has been such a hard day for me.  I cry just typing this.  He somehow got Asthmatic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; and could not get better.  After watching him struggle to breathe for 3 days we decided it was his time to go to kitty heaven.  ( which I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in , see D&amp;amp;C 77:3)  I miss my friend.  He was such a good cat, gentle, loving and funny.  I will miss him sitting on his window seat, and sleeping with me at night.  He was a good mouser and always brought us "presents"  at the back door.  He was our cat for 7 years.  It is a habit of mine to look for him at the back door.  It is sad not to see his little face there anymore.  Miss you Boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8374127139434454760?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8374127139434454760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8374127139434454760' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8374127139434454760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8374127139434454760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-boots.html' title='Goodbye Boots'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SkA2a4XdsMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hzEyZZzSC3s/s72-c/IMG_5175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8005018033961972600</id><published>2009-06-13T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:28:30.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my dental peeps....</title><content type='html'>This is a post for my people.   The gross people I love, that pick at teeth and get a sick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt; from it.   others read on but you might not get it.&lt;br /&gt;So I am diligent about brushing Addi's teeth, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt; every day. etc.  well last night and today she slept horrible.  I didn't sleep much either.  So I'm brushing her teeth and I notice the tooth brush is all bloody and i think it is way too early for 2 year molars and I struggle to pull her cheek back and look and I see her upper right molar is all red and puffy on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buccal&lt;/span&gt; side.  and I see what looks like some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;calc&lt;/span&gt;. or something.  So grab my handy explorer that it is in my bathroom drawer and go excavating.  not pretty but I get an entire oatmeal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kernel&lt;/span&gt; (or whatever) from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sulcus&lt;/span&gt;.  I gave her a granola bar YESTERDAY! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;.  I bleeds like crazy and then it lookes ten times better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8005018033961972600?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8005018033961972600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8005018033961972600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8005018033961972600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8005018033961972600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-all-my-dental-peeps.html' title='To all my dental peeps....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6522134558091022339</id><published>2009-05-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:28:00.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$2.50 at a garage sale=Princess Addi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937211242399138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcHgiqxaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cuCrotolYQw/s400/IMG_3256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcH0mQOvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/e6i95Xfe6dk/s1600-h/IMG_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937216626146034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcH0mQOvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/e6i95Xfe6dk/s400/IMG_3267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcH1EXsgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/P4bUCU2ILGM/s1600-h/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336937216752464386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcH1EXsgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/P4bUCU2ILGM/s400/IMG_3268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I love garage sales.  Love them .  I have to stop when I see one.  I picked up some rather exciting items on Saturday including... topless barbies, a ratty Strawberry Shortcake doll that Addi would not put down.  lovely.  And these super fun tiara's.  After bleaching and sterilizing the items, she had a ball the entire afternoon with her new found treasures.  Worth three times what I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6522134558091022339?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6522134558091022339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6522134558091022339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6522134558091022339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6522134558091022339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/05/250-at-garage-saleprincess-addi.html' title='$2.50 at a garage sale=Princess Addi'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/ShCcHgiqxaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cuCrotolYQw/s72-c/IMG_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5052015613760301185</id><published>2009-04-18T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:18:17.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326110929654689330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Seolq-xkrjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dNQpgwvGb5o/s400/IMG_3121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326110933939153314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SeolrOvEaaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/swvrNo5zqXI/s400/IMG_3135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326110936589302578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SeolrYm6ezI/AAAAAAAAAnM/C7EvDlwthkU/s400/IMG_3132.JPG" /&gt; This Easter was filled with the usual eggs, hunts, and cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; dresses.  Addi had fun finding the eggs and then putting them back in their hiding spot.  The best part was Ava (cousin)and Addi playing together,  they are so cute together.  They are nine months apart and very funny. Love the picture of them climbing the fence at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt; and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dalton's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-5052015613760301185?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5052015613760301185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5052015613760301185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5052015613760301185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5052015613760301185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Seolq-xkrjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dNQpgwvGb5o/s72-c/IMG_3121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-264404590628017664</id><published>2009-03-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:08:52.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sca2OWhdl7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TzdlgeDHWUw/s1600-h/IMG_3061-moved+faded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316136767837804466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sca2OWhdl7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TzdlgeDHWUw/s400/IMG_3061-moved+faded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scince I owed Jenny a photo shoot from 2 years ago we all decided to get a big family picture while we were at it.   We only do this like every 5-10 years so it is worth a post right.  We all look alright I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sca2H-x3P_I/AAAAAAAAAms/WZXv6Q0_YcA/s1600-h/IMG_3061-moved+faded.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-264404590628017664?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/264404590628017664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=264404590628017664' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/264404590628017664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/264404590628017664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-family-pictures.html' title='Taylor Family Pictures'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/Sca2OWhdl7I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TzdlgeDHWUw/s72-c/IMG_3061-moved+faded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6733457933857791391</id><published>2009-03-19T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:40:12.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  What a week.</title><content type='html'>I have had a busy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stressfull&lt;/span&gt;, emotional week.  I am drained.  And it is only Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I found out that my ever so helpful husband ERASED my sisters wedding pictures from our computer.  Not that he did it on purpose, thinking he had made a DVD of them, thinking he had made a back up,  Not actually checking.  Recycle Bin-Delete!   So being the procrastinator that I am I haven't looked at them since November.  I went to find the reception, and temple pic on the so called back up DVD,  Gone!  all gone.  WHAT!!!!!!!  I freaked, swore, cursed, you name it I said it.  my poor husband,  I feel bad now but I was in fight or flight mode here people. &lt;br /&gt;Good thing my Bro in Law Jerry  is one of those people that actually know show to use the box that we call a computer, one of those people that are a godsend in times like these, but we make fun of the rest of the time.  He's that kind.  Smart, nerdy, and knows how to retrieve stupid husbands mistakes&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of a program SCRUBBING! my hard drive and almost getting divorced.(not really but I was really mad)  Jerry called and said he found 95% of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved.  I cried, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; to Heath.  Annie(my sister) came and picked up the DVD yesterday.  Thanks a ton Jerry, I don't know how to repay you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was happening the shit was hitting the fan at work,  (sorry for the profanities but that is the only way to describe it. )  After 10 years for working together my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt; gave her notice to Dr Craig ( my boss of 10 years too.)  He flipped out, yelled at her , yelled at me said a bunch of profanities himself and was down right scary.  I've had it, after 10 years of working for the idiot this is how he treats me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;.  Forget him.  I quit on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I do have another job and I start on April 2,  If anyone needs a good dentist I do know one. Just not the one I was working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6733457933857791391?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6733457933857791391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6733457933857791391' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6733457933857791391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6733457933857791391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew!  What a week.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1279518782100933476</id><published>2009-03-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:12:45.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Peanut Butter Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SbhxEPWWnII/AAAAAAAAAmk/ndIQUx6viFk/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120062557594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SbhxDVT4okI/AAAAAAAAAmU/E8U0d_6Jz0M/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Funny picture of me and Addi making cookies together. I don't know why the toaster is out.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SbhxDwgTqZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/j_FRpAbED7I/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120069857454482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SbhxDwgTqZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/j_FRpAbED7I/s400/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana ( my maternal grandmother) has been pretty sick lately. She has been in the hospital for 2 1/2 weeks now. Feeling nostalgic and having her in my thoughts made me want to make her famous Peanut Butter Cookies. I don't give the recipe out to many people. But she would want other people to enjoy them so I am having a change of heart. They really are that good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addi liked eating the cookie dough best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Peanut Butter Cookies&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 C. Shortening (Crisco ONLY! it's the only one that has decent consistency)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 C Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 C Brown Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 C Creamy Peanut Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tsp of vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tsp of salt (you can taste a difference if you leave this out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 tsp Baking Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 1/2 tsp Banking Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 cups flour&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mix shortening ,PB and sugars until creamy, add eggs one at a time. add vanilla. Mix in dry ing. until incorporated&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;drop by spoon fulls on cookie sheet and smash with a fork in a criss/cross pattern&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;350 approx 10-11 min. more or less depending on your oven. till slightly brown.. DO NOT over bake they turn into hockey pucks if you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1279518782100933476?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1279518782100933476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1279518782100933476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1279518782100933476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1279518782100933476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/03/nanas-peanut-butter-cookies.html' title='Nana&apos;s Peanut Butter Cookies'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SbhxDVT4okI/AAAAAAAAAmU/E8U0d_6Jz0M/s72-c/IMG_2985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2663474496615590893</id><published>2009-03-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:30:18.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is everyting as bad as they say it is</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling really down lately. Every time I turn on the news, radio, iternet etc. it is blasting me with " the economy is horrible" "the world is collapsing around us" "war, death, homeless people" "the DOW is down AGAIN today" I get so overwhelmed. Is it as bad as everyone is saying it is? Or is it the media blowing it out of proportion, like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things are tough. I feel it, in my pocketbook, I see and hear of layoffs. I am just wondering if anyone remembers 80 years ago(in our history classes and from what our grandparents talk about) how bad The Geat Depression really was, and that we don't have it THAT bad. I am a realist at heart and see things for the way they are. But I don't go hungry, I have a nice place to sleep, family, live in the best place in the world "USA", have gas in the car that I didn't wait in line for. Food at the store that I can buy, albeit expensive these days. Is anyone else feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear everyone complaining, want the government to fix it. What happened to "make it do, wear it out, use it up, or do without. " Seriously! As a people it makes us stronger to go through tough times than to ride down easy street our entire lives. It hurts. But that is what the Lord put us on this Earth for is to have "TRIALS" The Greatest Generation ever to walk this United States lived through 2 world wars, The Great Depression, The Dust Bowl. Strong, determined people that can make a meal out of nothing. And live through anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the media would say that "hey its bad, but we will get through this just like we make it through everything" Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-2663474496615590893?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2663474496615590893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2663474496615590893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2663474496615590893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2663474496615590893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-everyting-as-bad-as-they-say-it-is.html' title='Is everyting as bad as they say it is'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-4517225732287979775</id><published>2009-02-26T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:28:46.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigtails</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307297219376889442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOs6ZgvmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/AMPrgPik3kw/s400/IMG_2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favorite thing these days is to put Addi's hair in pigtails,  her hair is just barely long enough. It makes me laugh every time.  But is does make her look like a big girl and that makes me a little sad.    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOtQ-O36I/AAAAAAAAAmM/EsPwejR_PA8/s1600-h/IMG_2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307297225436487586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOtQ-O36I/AAAAAAAAAmM/EsPwejR_PA8/s400/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOtHuqiCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ZQk4yduLWnw/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307297222955272226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOtHuqiCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ZQk4yduLWnw/s400/IMG_2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh she likes rocks.  and she likes to show me every one she picks up.  and she likes dirt.  It's gonna be an awesome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-4517225732287979775?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4517225732287979775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=4517225732287979775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4517225732287979775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4517225732287979775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pigtails.html' title='Pigtails'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SadOs6ZgvmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/AMPrgPik3kw/s72-c/IMG_2944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6658939785925590815</id><published>2009-02-16T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:44:50.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Sleeping thru the night is a unattainable goal for Addison and I lately.  She has never, maybe once slept thru the night-all the way- since she was born.  It has been fine, I think she will grown out of it.  I try to let her cry for 20 min.  see if she will go back to sleep on her own and I always end up changing her, giving her a bottle and laying her back down.  Last night was the last straw though . She woke up at 12:30 am then again at 5:30 am  UP for the DAY!  I am so angry!! ( and tierd) I dont know what to do, all the books say "cry it out!" that seems cruel to me, but is it the only way.   I've never been around kids or babies and I really have no clue what I am doing.  HELP, any advice would be greatly appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6658939785925590815?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6658939785925590815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6658939785925590815' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6658939785925590815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6658939785925590815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-4035372342487486844</id><published>2009-02-13T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:26:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302487295713336306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SZY4GgcD2_I/AAAAAAAAAls/6--oYkAXkKo/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SZY4G1KapdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SdbcnZKpEZg/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302487301276476882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SZY4G1KapdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SdbcnZKpEZg/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison is down to one nap :( and she only took and 1 1/2 hour nap today.  That made for a very LONG day.   She has like 5 teeth coming in at once (no exaggeration)!  We went outside today to have a change of pace and it was 40 degrees, so why not.  She was so cute in her hat and coat. Addi  loves to be outside and is obsessed with the dead leaves on the ground, I swear she picks them all up, licks them and puts them down.  She's a weird little thing. Hopefully tomorrow will go a little smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-4035372342487486844?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/4035372342487486844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=4035372342487486844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4035372342487486844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/4035372342487486844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SZY4GgcD2_I/AAAAAAAAAls/6--oYkAXkKo/s72-c/IMG_2845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7948845014146613627</id><published>2009-02-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:54:35.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things</title><content type='html'>Dina tagged me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; but thought this is as good a place as any to post it.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 2 sisters Jenny and Annie, I'm in the middle-explaines alot&lt;br /&gt;2. my best friend is 40 years older than me&lt;br /&gt;3. I have worked as a Dental Assistant for 10 years&lt;br /&gt;4. I was 22-almost 23 when I got married but Addi was born when I was 27&lt;br /&gt;5. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like movies with animals in them, I think they will always die in the movie and I cant take it&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to sleep, I never get to but I love it&lt;br /&gt;7. I make really good Peanut Butter Bars.&lt;br /&gt;8. I played tennis and was on the swim team in high school&lt;br /&gt;9. I wanted to be a nurse but after working as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt; in a rest home decided it wasn't for me&lt;br /&gt;10. I have danced on a table with my girlfriends in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;11. I like my fingernails and toenails painted&lt;br /&gt;12. my favorite color is brown and red&lt;br /&gt;13.I've never had long hair and probably never will&lt;br /&gt;14.I was a gymnast for most of my life, got burned out when I was like 16 and quit, biggest regret&lt;br /&gt;15. I would go back to college/school and become an oral surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me angry going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roberts&lt;/span&gt; crafts.&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate stories of feet like surgeries /fungus. it makes my stomach turn&lt;br /&gt;18. I love diet coke, its the first thing I think about when I get up in the morning. SAD&lt;br /&gt;19. I like the Hallmark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt;, and the corny movies they show&lt;br /&gt;20. I must leave my house on an errand every day, I cant be in the house all day. I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;21. People ask me all the time if I dye my hair, the answer is no. Its my thing I have good hair&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to visit Egypt and Rome someday&lt;br /&gt;23. I think my car is ugly, cars should be red and fast looking&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite band is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Metallica and BonJovi&lt;/span&gt;! ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;25. I don't love being a mother but I am learning. Honest, really honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know more than we wanted to know about Christy. I tag anyone who wants to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7948845014146613627?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948845014146613627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7948845014146613627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7948845014146613627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7948845014146613627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='25 things'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-593724934358181228</id><published>2009-01-17T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:13:23.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>My life is small but complex.  well not that complex, but busy and full of stuff to do.  I didn't even shower today...gross.  But I have to yell at the top of my lungs and have someone listen to how happy I am..  Guess its gonna be you.&lt;br /&gt;Addison is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gagger&lt;/span&gt;/throw-upper.  Its her thing.  most kids at around 9-10 months can handle a small bit of "human" food  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; Cheerios,crackers, etc. and be able to gum it and down it goes,  no not Addi.  Give a little cracker or something and "Ralph"  Time after time, doctor visit after doctor visit. &lt;br /&gt;She puked in the grocery store once after giving her the smallest portion of doughnut you can possibly envision.  Not just spit up.  The full deal.  People stopping and starring, gawking really.  One time my good friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maryina&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt; for lunch,  I gave her a Cheerio. Gag-Ralph-again not just a small amount.  We're talking Mount Vesuvius.  I wanted to cry.  She was crying, Mary was laughing her head off and saying  "now I know what your talking about!"  It was a source of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of worry here at that Dalton's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we've been working on it and  I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; lots of advice and I am proud to report that Addi, ate spaghetti for dinner and poppy seed chicken for lunch!  She did so great!  A little gag here or there but not much, she can kinda control it now.  I am so relived that she will not be eating strained food for the rest of her life.  Mom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bustin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-593724934358181228?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/593724934358181228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=593724934358181228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/593724934358181228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/593724934358181228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/01/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8913919122265523903</id><published>2009-01-11T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:58:26.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whip It, Whip it Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SWq-wGRVWaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i3r6sLrrrcA/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SWq-vzvERWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/IjWMfqct71k/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290250440850818402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SWq-vzvERWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/IjWMfqct71k/s400/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crack That Whip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290250032091546802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SWq-YA_QxLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8eVoXwCcA6I/s400/IMG_2812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to stuff like this all the time.  These to weirdo's have my mixing bowls on their strange little heads.  The look just like the 80's band Devo, and that aweful video of  Whip It.  I couldn't stop singing the song for a few days.  I hope it is now stuck in your heads. &lt;br /&gt;Heath is so funny.  Strange but funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-8913919122265523903?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8913919122265523903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8913919122265523903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8913919122265523903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8913919122265523903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2009/01/whip-it-whip-it-good.html' title='Whip It, Whip it Good!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SWq-vzvERWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/IjWMfqct71k/s72-c/IMG_2809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5663508264545007184</id><published>2008-12-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:45:45.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SVJ0bMiSXNI/AAAAAAAAAks/RRuTVS3DKhI/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283413323429338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SVJ0bMiSXNI/AAAAAAAAAks/RRuTVS3DKhI/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't posted a picture of Addison in a while.  I love this little one. She brings me so much joy and frustration at the same time.  How does that work exactly?  Anyway she is getting so big and fun, more fun each day.  Her favorite things are the cat, her dad, Ni Hoa Kilan, Wonderpets, Roxy (Maryina's Dog), dancing and running laps around the living room furniture.  So funny.&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/8396920200711596619-5663508264545007184?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663508264545007184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5663508264545007184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5663508264545007184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5663508264545007184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SVJ0bMiSXNI/AAAAAAAAAks/RRuTVS3DKhI/s72-c/IMG_2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1683266207820436711</id><published>2008-12-17T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:59:56.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eruption Cyst...</title><content type='html'>Addi has been so crabby the last couple of days and I couldn't figure it out.  I have been busy doing Christmas stuff, and just thinking she is not getting enough attention.  Then my mom watched her on Tuesday and suggested that she might be getting her first molars.  I know this stuff!!!...I've been a Dental Assistant for 10 years!  I didn't even think she could be teething and getting her first molars yet.  So I  did what any strange person that likes to look in peoples mouths did and jammed my fingers up there and sure enough its not only teething she has a huge eruption cyst/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hematoma&lt;/span&gt; on her upper left.  It looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; painful.  And there is nothing I can do about it...  I hate this part.  No antibiotics, nothing.  Her little body will take care of it on its own.  Yuck.  I feel helpless and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neglectfull&lt;/span&gt;.  I know this stuff, but it doesn't make me feel any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1683266207820436711?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1683266207820436711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1683266207820436711' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1683266207820436711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1683266207820436711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/12/eruption-cyst.html' title='Eruption Cyst...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8843276791190537085</id><published>2008-12-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:09:24.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My house is in shambles....</title><content type='html'>I love the Christmas Season.  I  start listening to Christmas music in October.  I love it, it makes me happy, in kind of a serial killer sort of way but...happy non the less.  But I am seriously thinking of bagging the tree, wreaths, ornaments, nativity etc.. that I have and cherish.   A one year old and glass ball ornaments do not mix.  The tree is already up and the lights strung but that is as far as I've gotten.  Its either me chasing the cat from under the tree from destroying the presents or keeping Addi out of the BINS of decorations that are strewn around my house.   I'm supposed to have a cheerful attitude about the whole thing.  I feel guilty for not loving this.  At my wits end with the decorations is not a good place to be.  On top of it I am doing neighbor gifts, family gifts, pie, turkey, and a gazillion family parties to attend and the ward clerk HASSLING me about tithing settlement?  Seriously he called twice yesterday to set up an appt.  I ignored him the second time.  He probably would have been the person to sling my wrath upon but I refrained. so proud&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a fire in my back yard and throw every Christmas decoration/thing in it and laugh hysterically.  Does no one feel the same way I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8843276791190537085?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8843276791190537085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8843276791190537085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8843276791190537085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8843276791190537085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-house-is-in-shambles.html' title='My house is in shambles....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3735249500608567412</id><published>2008-11-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:57:48.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, and GO UTES!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know I have an amazing husband who traded UTAH vs BYU tickets for a night away with his lovely wife.&lt;br /&gt;     It is our sixth anniversary today and I love being married to this amazing man.  Not that we agree on everything and get along all the time. I love him deeply and couldn't imagine being married to anyone else.  Heath is my best friend, a wonderful husband and a great daddy.  He puts up with alot of nonsense and nagging. ( yes,  I admit I nag! ) So happy anniversary honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you damn BYU fans, give me my Utes flag back!   #$%!@(*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3735249500608567412?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3735249500608567412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3735249500608567412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3735249500608567412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3735249500608567412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary-and-go-utes.html' title='Happy Anniversary, and GO UTES!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-540570351973740312</id><published>2008-11-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:54:00.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox, a wedding, and company</title><content type='html'>Whew.... I'm already tired just thinking about this week.&lt;br /&gt;When Addi got her one year check up she was inoculated with the Viricella vaccine aka the chicken pox. She got a case on the vaccine related chicken pox, which by any measure is mild in comparison to what all of us went through. She is doing great a slight fever, 50 or so little pimples on her shoulders and arms, and wakes up at night. I hate it when she isn't 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie was married this weekend,  It was a fun but busy day.  A wonderful sealing/ceremony and a really fun reception (as far as they go)  It was great to see family that came from all over to support her and our family. My Aunt Lisa came from Mesa to stay with us for the weddin' it was great to visit and I am so glad she was there to help us at the reception.  Thanks Lisa.  It was very exciting to have something to work on with my mom and sister but I am glad it is over with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269452162782679490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDa0sOTUcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/16pUuy9hXmQ/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269452173366613362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDa1TptVXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WIMQ7f1AVmE/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDa048XCHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sWIeYzzYrlU/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269452166197086322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDa048XCHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sWIeYzzYrlU/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269451126126591682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDZ4WYOvsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gEHny5RD56Q/s400/IMG_2074+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-540570351973740312?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/540570351973740312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=540570351973740312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/540570351973740312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/540570351973740312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicken-pox-wedding-and-company.html' title='Chicken Pox, a wedding, and company'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SSDa0sOTUcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/16pUuy9hXmQ/s72-c/IMG_2218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7727911587440674909</id><published>2008-11-07T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:44:30.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Big....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048036373259810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SRTCydIr5iI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZFQr8OH6vrU/s400/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048044838159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SRTCy8q4BUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SwzuiYCDKtU/s400/IMG_1934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048052764185074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SRTCzaMlkfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JNKYyx_WI60/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Addi went to her One year doctor exam today.  Everyone has been asking how tall she is and how much she weighs, well.... she is as big as a 2 year old.   Height 31.5 inches 99&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile, weight  24.5 lbs  93rd percentile.  I cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; how many cm her head was but it is in the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile.  Big girl, small head.  No wonder my back hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7727911587440674909?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7727911587440674909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7727911587440674909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7727911587440674909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7727911587440674909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sooo-big.html' title='Sooo Big....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SRTCydIr5iI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZFQr8OH6vrU/s72-c/IMG_1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3479253035348427899</id><published>2008-11-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:01:30.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROuugSHeDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/q4Xztyh4iqo/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265744503289378866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROuugSHeDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/q4Xztyh4iqo/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addi enjoyed her Birthday cake for about 30 seconds and then was more interested in rubbing it in her hair and throwing it off the tray.  Kinda anti-climatic for mom. oh well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life.  Notice the change of clothes.  Yeah....right before the cake, she did a show for everyone and puked up a piece of roll .  Nice.&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/8396920200711596619-3479253035348427899?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3479253035348427899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3479253035348427899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3479253035348427899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3479253035348427899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROuugSHeDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/q4Xztyh4iqo/s72-c/IMG_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1986819143820870658</id><published>2008-11-06T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:56:57.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Eyes on Me....Happy First Birthday Addi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtVRGS39I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oia4G8XNXRo/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265742970204905426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtVRGS39I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oia4G8XNXRo/s400/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone is here to see Me?!  And give me gifts and say how cute I am.  I love birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtVGVd4II/AAAAAAAAAb4/dmw0t4xBFJY/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265742967315751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtVGVd4II/AAAAAAAAAb4/dmw0t4xBFJY/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtUy9Z_RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zGskrGn6l-s/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265742962114559250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtUy9Z_RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zGskrGn6l-s/s400/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Mary came to the party too.  She is always so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtUk_L-bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/JFFhmcpn3sg/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265742958363933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtUk_L-bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/JFFhmcpn3sg/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison had her 1st Birthday on October 30.  We had a party the following Sunday with all the grandparents and such.  She had a really good time being the center of attention and playing with her new toys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still cannot believe she is one.  Time flies. She is at a really fun stage right now and is learning to walk.It is seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen.  I love my little Addi&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1986819143820870658?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1986819143820870658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1986819143820870658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1986819143820870658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1986819143820870658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-eyes-on-mehappy-first-birthday-addi.html' title='All Eyes on Me....Happy First Birthday Addi!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROtVRGS39I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oia4G8XNXRo/s72-c/IMG_2165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3556268323564764360</id><published>2008-11-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:49:49.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweeny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROr_d0aRhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UynA3yZIA1c/s1600-h/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265741496150803986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROr_d0aRhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UynA3yZIA1c/s400/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROr_P9FlTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oqIlJ0fAKAU/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265741492429100338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROr_P9FlTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oqIlJ0fAKAU/s400/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Addison was a Utes Cheerleader, just like her cousin Ava.  But Addi's costume was pink not red.  A very cute cheerleader might I add.  She liked the kids coming to the door for Trick or Treat ,and playing with her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brielle&lt;/span&gt; at a party we went to.  A nice low key holiday. I love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROrzmlg0uI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UFKKt5-tzcc/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROrzeetYaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fySFDJ-PnA/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROroBdqh5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/9eGK3YWC8fg/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROrnjpl4EI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lV0z_X51wBw/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3556268323564764360?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3556268323564764360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3556268323564764360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3556268323564764360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3556268323564764360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweeny.html' title='Halloweeny'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SROr_d0aRhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UynA3yZIA1c/s72-c/IMG_1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6764251269789231590</id><published>2008-11-04T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:58:34.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam Damnly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREneujT4wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DSKdb96Fusc/s1600-h/dalton2+00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265032848218514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREneujT4wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DSKdb96Fusc/s400/dalton2+00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREneM-q_HI/AAAAAAAAAao/m1AFxleYrn4/s1600-h/dalton2+00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265032839206468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREneM-q_HI/AAAAAAAAAao/m1AFxleYrn4/s400/dalton2+00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREnd49CjSI/AAAAAAAAAag/jFOSCIbFYSk/s1600-h/dalton2+00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265032833830915362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREnd49CjSI/AAAAAAAAAag/jFOSCIbFYSk/s400/dalton2+00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; new family pics done by my fellow photographer Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schofield&lt;/span&gt;.  These were taken a month and a half ago.  I told you I've been busy.   Addi looks so cute in all of them these are just some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6764251269789231590?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6764251269789231590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6764251269789231590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6764251269789231590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6764251269789231590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/fam-damnly.html' title='Fam Damnly'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SREneujT4wI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DSKdb96Fusc/s72-c/dalton2+00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3390449835292292837</id><published>2008-11-03T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:36:33.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming.  I promise. too busy to blog</title><content type='html'>I'm at work right now pretending to look busy.  I know i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; posted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;/pictures for a while,  they are coming.  promise.  I'm so busy right now.  be patient.  it will be worth it.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3390449835292292837?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3390449835292292837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3390449835292292837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3390449835292292837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3390449835292292837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-coming-i-promise-too-busy-to-blog.html' title='It&apos;s coming.  I promise. too busy to blog'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8474804948642013393</id><published>2008-10-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:35:09.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirk Tag</title><content type='html'>Lee Ann tagged me to write down 6 quirky things I do,  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; I will have to narrow it down from the many, they are mostly involved with cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- mopping, I like to mop, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; i know, hands and knees mopping,  I really like a clean kitchen,bathroom etc floor. I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; when someone comes over unannounced and my floor isn't perfectly clean.  like anyone cares.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-funny twitchy thing with my lips- watch me close for about 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; do it.  I've always done it. My aunt Lori does it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-being early- I like to be early, I think this came from my dad who says "I'd rather be 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; early than 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-zits--gross I know but I really love a good black head to squeeze, especially if it is heaths.  poor man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 -washing hands-  not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; but I hate my hands dirty or when I think they are dirty. After grocery shopping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wally's&lt;/span&gt; or anywhere I know virus' or bacteria are.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt; doorknobs, light switches, handles, money.  hands are disgusting anyway but when you actually wrote a paper in Biology about what is really on them, you wash your hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-make-up  I have a hard fast rule about makeup.  I put make up on every day, it makes me feel put together and like I don't live in a cave.  I get dressed for the day too.  I can't stand being in pj's all day,  I feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll stop writing so I still can have a few friends left. thanks alot lee lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8474804948642013393?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8474804948642013393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8474804948642013393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8474804948642013393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8474804948642013393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/10/quirk-tag.html' title='Quirk Tag'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6561300528253104344</id><published>2008-10-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:34:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SPpHAVH0AmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HkK9Tq1gc4w/s1600-h/IMG_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258593585903960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SPpHAVH0AmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HkK9Tq1gc4w/s400/IMG_4040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SPpGyl8VRuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qrpTSSIyTV0/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my friend Michelle's idea, you go to your 4th folder and the 4th picture and you blog about it.  Well here it is, if you don't already know it is the Nauvoo Temple at night.  My family went there in '06.  June I think and I didn't take many pictures, except the Temple.  It was a great trip and was really cool to see the temple after the last time I saw it when it was nothing but a field with stones and markers.  We went thru and did a session and  it is gorgeous on the inside.  Long trip but a good trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SPpGpTKOUfI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GXicvFC5PC8/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-6561300528253104344?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6561300528253104344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6561300528253104344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6561300528253104344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6561300528253104344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SPpHAVH0AmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HkK9Tq1gc4w/s72-c/IMG_4040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7324813402534433999</id><published>2008-10-04T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:07:34.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOgR6vwkneI/AAAAAAAAAZo/J2NOv6_cKCE/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOgR64kUjVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Js7C0gcIUv4/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468668642495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOgR64kUjVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Js7C0gcIUv4/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's everywhere and has a scream on her.    Boots has no peace and has a complex now.  She refuses to eat anything with texture/substance.  Is lightning fast on those chubby little knees.  She weighs damn near 24 lbs and will not walk.  I know walking means "my life is over" but my back could use a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been so tired in my life&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/8396920200711596619-7324813402534433999?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7324813402534433999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7324813402534433999' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7324813402534433999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7324813402534433999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/10/wild.html' title='Wild...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOgR64kUjVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Js7C0gcIUv4/s72-c/IMG_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6262846197599993261</id><published>2008-09-29T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:42:20.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy engagment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2B7qpDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hr69OgXHtcA/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529046745588786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2B7qpDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hr69OgXHtcA/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little sister Annie and her fiance Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2j2itAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XUAUNDSIIjs/s1600-h/IMG_0988-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529055850902530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2j2itAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XUAUNDSIIjs/s320/IMG_0988-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2xNpS7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/D3a9O0hpPg8/s1600-h/IMG_1057-2+black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529059437464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2xNpS7I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/D3a9O0hpPg8/s320/IMG_1057-2+black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt3B7dpPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PiHrsep6Nwg/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529063924606194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt3B7dpPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PiHrsep6Nwg/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt3SdknbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_uYBEonGYsE/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529068362636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt3SdknbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_uYBEonGYsE/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are getting married in the Manti Temple in November,  I did these engagement pics for them yesterday.   Isn't she gorgeous! I cant believe my little sister who I used to fight over clothes and the bathroom with is getting married, graduating from college with her Masters and has her own apartment.  In my mind she is still 8.  Well she still acts like it sometimes, but I am so proud and happy for her.  I heart you Annie.&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/8396920200711596619-6262846197599993261?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6262846197599993261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6262846197599993261' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6262846197599993261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6262846197599993261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-engagment.html' title='happy engagment...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SOEt2B7qpDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hr69OgXHtcA/s72-c/IMG_0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7205053476056585597</id><published>2008-09-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:37:20.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu sucks....grossness...beware</title><content type='html'>For those of you in my ward, you've probably wondered "why have the Dalton's stopped attending church?"  There are lots of reasons really i don't like going to church but we won't get into that now. &lt;br /&gt;For that last month Addison has been fighting something, a cold, strep-throat,a fever etc.  And I don't want to pass it along.  Some people feel it is OK to bring sick kids to church ,but I am not one of them.  Keep them home.  Anyway, again this weekend our family was blessed with another form of debilitating disease.  The FLU.  Only this time it got the mom.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday morning 2:30 am writhing in pain, vomiting, diarrhea, the works!  I thought I was going to die,  I welcomed death.  if anyone has the reason why flu symptoms only strike in the wee hours of the morning I am all ears.   Luckily I had some Phenergan from another flu I had.  I couldn't even keep that down. &lt;br /&gt;My saving grace was my mother in law watched Addi the whole day at her house.  I slept all day...well between the bathroom trips.  I felt like I would never feel well again.  My mom came with relief aid in the form of Ensure, and Gatorade. Thanks Susan and Marge&lt;br /&gt;But I do fell better today though I did over do it by going to Maceys ( I do this every time I get sick),  and Addi or Heath haven't caught the bug yet. (prayers people...i need prayers!) &lt;br /&gt;So no I am not inactive just prone to viruses at this point,  I think it will be a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7205053476056585597?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7205053476056585597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7205053476056585597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7205053476056585597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7205053476056585597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/flu-sucksgrossnessbeware.html' title='The Flu sucks....grossness...beware'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8807762715106902048</id><published>2008-09-02T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:18:07.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall...a tribute</title><content type='html'>Just some thoughts today about my most favorite time of year.  Fall.  This last cold snap has cheered me up alot.  I just love fall...everything about it.  I love home grown tomatoes from my mom's garden,  rolling down the window in my car and stick my hand out and it is cold air that I feel.  I love that I can wear really cozy pajama's at night and put my down comforter and burrow under it like a hibernating bear.  I love old sweaters that i forgot i had, i like buying new sweaters.  I love gourds and pumpkins. changing leaves.  the need for a jacket and making comfort food like soup and stew.  pumpkin bars,bread,pie  anything with cinnamon and whip cream really.  knowing that thanksgiving is around the corner.  The way it makes me want to play tennis (in school sept-oct is tennis season)  Leaves changing and driving up the canyon and Heath and I saying to each other  "oh Margret look at the leaves"  inside joke-you'd have to be there.   I just love,love love it!  I like the way it smells like the river at my house in the fall.  And I miss this all so much during the summer I am so glad it is fall. hope you get as much joy out of it as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8807762715106902048?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8807762715106902048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8807762715106902048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8807762715106902048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8807762715106902048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/falla-tribute.html' title='Fall...a tribute'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8630925657942100559</id><published>2008-08-28T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:59:08.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah its our blog too.</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of this blog is dedicated to showing off how cute Addison is,  I thought I would do a post about what the other two people in our family are up to.&lt;br /&gt;Heath...is busy working at the Sherwin Williams, fighting to keep the yard green ,keeping the bugs from invading our home, and most recently bought a motorcycle to "save on gas" right. He is very excited about his softball league he plays in, and enjoys a round of golf almost once a week.   Heath is very involved with being a daddy and is such a great help around the house,  laundry would not get folded if it weren't for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;... is busy being a mom most of the time, keeping Addison alive.  Also really busy lately with photo shoots, has started playing in a tennis league again.  blogging.  collecting junk for a yard sale we are having,  working at the dentist still.  planning her sisters wedding and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt; So yes we are still alive and nothing really all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.  sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8630925657942100559?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8630925657942100559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8630925657942100559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8630925657942100559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8630925657942100559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah-its-our-blog-too.html' title='oh yeah its our blog too.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8166976102923755169</id><published>2008-08-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:54:23.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuttest little bottom ever...funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SKzXY9hOZOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aeDmIeoIsG8/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236797290555794658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SKzXY9hOZOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aeDmIeoIsG8/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SKzXZGOnsQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a1J977uzsW8/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236797292893679874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SKzXZGOnsQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a1J977uzsW8/s400/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lighting was just perfect for nude portraits today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Addi's little rear-end.  It makes me laugh so hard when after the bath she gets away from me and I see this little giggly bottom scooting/crawling away from me.  I am smiling while I write this.   I come home from work and this is what I find at the top of the stairs,  it was too perfect.   Heath getting the water ready and Addi anxiously waiting for tubby time.  She was holding onto the side bouncing with anticipation.  Too Funny.&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/8396920200711596619-8166976102923755169?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8166976102923755169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8166976102923755169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8166976102923755169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8166976102923755169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuttest-little-bottom-everfunny.html' title='Cuttest little bottom ever...funny'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SKzXY9hOZOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aeDmIeoIsG8/s72-c/IMG_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2397570263511250026</id><published>2008-08-06T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:54:56.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a basket and nowhere to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnJCQWbf_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/2G4xDpqG7Rc/s1600-h/IMG_9971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231433482753507314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnJCQWbf_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/2G4xDpqG7Rc/s400/IMG_9971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnI7uBG7wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6bz5A_5FBOI/s1600-h/IMG_9970+-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231433370458058498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnI7uBG7wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6bz5A_5FBOI/s400/IMG_9970+-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more photos of addi, I cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnIxDme7oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-uyOf_QpgUk/s1600-h/IMG_9971.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnIgbVUaqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ktuuhYV65ek/s1600-h/IMG_9962-2.jpg"&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/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnIQsOgogI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ySxyBPb6N5w/s1600-h/IMG_9970.JPG"&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/8396920200711596619-2397570263511250026?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2397570263511250026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2397570263511250026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2397570263511250026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2397570263511250026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-basket-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='in a basket and nowhere to go'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJnJCQWbf_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/2G4xDpqG7Rc/s72-c/IMG_9971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5769928544858176715</id><published>2008-08-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:54.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9uoDrCCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a-i9LDOzI3E/s1600-h/IMG_9930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069207171106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9uoDrCCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a-i9LDOzI3E/s320/IMG_9930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9vBQhbxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SxIvtjPvBt0/s1600-h/IMG_9950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069213935890194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9vBQhbxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SxIvtjPvBt0/s320/IMG_9950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9vbtc-qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j0TgQXV7qOg/s1600-h/IMG_9957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069221036554914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9vbtc-qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j0TgQXV7qOg/s320/IMG_9957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison just turned nine months on the 30th.  She has now been out longer than she was in.  Addi is the joy in our lives and we cant remember what life was like with out her.  She is really funny and very social.  She waves at anyone that will respond and loves to clap.  Addi loves the cat, poor Boots is a good sport but likes to be outside a lot these days.  She has mastered the army crawl and is pretty fast at getting around.  She isn't a big eater but will eat anything with sweet potatoes in it.  I love these pictures of her and her funny sense of humor shows in them.  I could squish my little Stinkerbell. &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/8396920200711596619-5769928544858176715?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5769928544858176715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5769928544858176715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5769928544858176715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5769928544858176715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/08/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJh9uoDrCCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a-i9LDOzI3E/s72-c/IMG_9930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1704037775268172652</id><published>2008-07-31T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:54.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who and What is Amos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJIKE0EUDwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L3v5roq8sFY/s1600-h/IMG_9658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229253195143057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJIKE0EUDwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L3v5roq8sFY/s320/IMG_9658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you at our house recently you have probably wondered?  "why is there a little black baby doll in the family room?"  Well this is Amos.  Heath's prized childhood possession. His Granny made it for him when his mother failed to produce a black brother or sister ( all that Heath wanted was a little black brother or sister but didn't understand genetics)  Addison is obsessed with him.  She loves to chew on  metal buttons on his lovely orange ensemble and to  pull out his corn rows.   Heath says and I quote  " if the house starts on fire Amos is the one thing I would grab!"  makes me feel special inside.  Amos is so ugly he is cute and Addi loves him so...what can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1704037775268172652?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1704037775268172652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1704037775268172652' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1704037775268172652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1704037775268172652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-and-what-is-amos.html' title='Who and What is Amos?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SJIKE0EUDwI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L3v5roq8sFY/s72-c/IMG_9658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2136441227954636522</id><published>2008-07-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:55.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aunt lisa's family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Aunt Lisa and her family came up from Mesa to come to a family wedding and I took some photo's of her family.  We don't get to see each other very much and it was nice to see them.  She is a very loving and strong person and I love her, and her family. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMJd5GaeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RlmUfFCbozc/s1600-h/IMG_9671-black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227425886764427746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMJd5GaeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RlmUfFCbozc/s200/IMG_9671-black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMJ76hiPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XM2z8rVSgbA/s1600-h/IMG_9694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227425894823463154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMJ76hiPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XM2z8rVSgbA/s200/IMG_9694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMKMBj8iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cATcK97ADXE/s1600-h/IMG_9697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227425899147948578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMKMBj8iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cATcK97ADXE/s200/IMG_9697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMKqlQD5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/-xvvountnxA/s1600-h/IMG_9716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227425907350704018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMKqlQD5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/-xvvountnxA/s200/IMG_9716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alec (Malfoy):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMK3YX8DI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zthnb_92uQg/s1600-h/IMG_9746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227425910786355250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMK3YX8DI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zthnb_92uQg/s200/IMG_9746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one, I think they turned out nice&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/8396920200711596619-2136441227954636522?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2136441227954636522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2136441227954636522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2136441227954636522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2136441227954636522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/07/aunt-lisas-family.html' title='aunt lisa&apos;s family'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SIuMJd5GaeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RlmUfFCbozc/s72-c/IMG_9671-black+and+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1564228702157525701</id><published>2008-07-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SHlyeLhTkGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PtJolscX3Jw/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222331105726926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SHlyeLhTkGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PtJolscX3Jw/s200/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this idea from my Sister-in-law Lindsey, and I have seen it a few places also. If you know me a little or alot, please leave a comment about a memory we share together or that you have of me. I hope I get at least one response, or I will feel really lame. Also I would like others I know to copy this and post it on their blogs also, so I can write something about you. Or I will just email you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1564228702157525701?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1564228702157525701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1564228702157525701' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1564228702157525701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1564228702157525701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SHlyeLhTkGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PtJolscX3Jw/s72-c/IMG_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8540701935470662847</id><published>2008-07-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:25:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the universe is against me</title><content type='html'>the universe is against me Have you ever had a day/week/month when the entire universe and all the gravitational pull is working against you. Seriously. I have had the worst day/week/month!&lt;br /&gt;First of all it is hot as Haites. I hate summer. if i could run my ac at 62 I would. I literally hate  being hot, sweaty, dirty, smelly, and sticky. all the feelings I have when the mercury rises above 75.&lt;br /&gt;I cant get Addison to eat any solids lately, her schedule is all off because she is going to bed later and waking up later-which is good. Just a new thing to figure out when and where we can do things. And she pukes a lot. We were in 7/11 getting Slurpee's and she barfed all over me, her the store, etc. and if I was sticky, and smelly before. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;And after all that I come home to the cat that just puked in the front entry. At least I didn't step in it.&lt;br /&gt;There are many other stories of how the universe is working against me, but I think I complain too much. Call me if you want more.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to take George Costanza's angle and do everything the opposite of what I would normally do.. It worked for him. Worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;One good thing.. I got a serger to sew with, I've always wanted one. I got it off KSL .com for a steal. (love KSL.com) try it, it might surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;Till the earth starts rotating clockwise, i will be hibernating in my house till fall... adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8540701935470662847?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8540701935470662847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8540701935470662847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8540701935470662847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8540701935470662847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/07/universe-is-against-me.html' title='the universe is against me'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8839664189310406413</id><published>2008-06-22T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:56.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew $30 could be so fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d7SrBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/72WUKpekPDc/s1600-h/IMG_9251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214849429235909682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d7SrBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/72WUKpekPDc/s320/IMG_9251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I've always wanted a pool, I mean a real pool! Cement, chlorine, lounge chairs, inflatable things to put in it, etc.  But I don't have the $60,000 it costs to put one in.  So I went the inflatable route $30 at Wally's.  Who knew it could be this fun. I woke up this morning excited to use the pool.  It is pretty big for an inflatable one Me, Heath, Dina, Addi and Cohen all were in it at one time and still had room.  We had a ball watching the little ones and bigger ones play.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way better than church! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addi loved it she just isn't smiling here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214849453271217682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d8sNe9hI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lUgol-1IahY/s320/IMG_9267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d7lAYtOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/k_WQ9WcXHxQ/s1600-h/IMG_9258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214849434157364450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d7lAYtOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/k_WQ9WcXHxQ/s320/IMG_9258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Cohen, my friends little boy.  I wish I got this excited about anything! Isn't he hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d8MB5HWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gz_pd-MnNKM/s1600-h/IMG_9261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214849444632665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d8MB5HWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gz_pd-MnNKM/s320/IMG_9261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d85LjjzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_Hyk3epPVqg/s1600-h/IMG_9264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214849456752791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d85LjjzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_Hyk3epPVqg/s320/IMG_9264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8839664189310406413?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8839664189310406413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8839664189310406413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8839664189310406413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8839664189310406413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-knew-30-could-be-so-fun.html' title='who knew $30 could be so fun'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SF7d7SrBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/72WUKpekPDc/s72-c/IMG_9251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-186490004844742318</id><published>2008-06-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:57.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures... or... I could seriously harm my child for being this cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcypRQIKKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C2x5K-4DcTo/s1600-h/IMG_9187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690778291710114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcypRQIKKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C2x5K-4DcTo/s320/IMG_9187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhh,,,how precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcypmFquxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KERoUm2FCWE/s1600-h/IMG_9149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690783884983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcypmFquxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KERoUm2FCWE/s320/IMG_9149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy Polka Dots&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcyqAcz9VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LLzwOAOA2_g/s1600-h/IMG_9189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690790961378642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcyqAcz9VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LLzwOAOA2_g/s320/IMG_9189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcyqWP-o4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/lOYG-B6mCig/s1600-h/IMG_9185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690796813132674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcyqWP-o4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/lOYG-B6mCig/s320/IMG_9185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-186490004844742318?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/186490004844742318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=186490004844742318' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/186490004844742318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/186490004844742318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-pictures-or-i-could-seriously.html' title='Family Pictures... or... I could seriously harm my child for being this cute.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcypRQIKKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C2x5K-4DcTo/s72-c/IMG_9187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-8720617991349339436</id><published>2008-06-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:57.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcueChc-MI/AAAAAAAAATs/x0nE4ACgk-A/s1600-h/IMG_9241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686187312773314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcueChc-MI/AAAAAAAAATs/x0nE4ACgk-A/s200/IMG_9241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcueXdYdPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cYy0fA092pw/s1600-h/IMG_9213-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686192932844786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcueXdYdPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cYy0fA092pw/s200/IMG_9213-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcufB63oHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/plBg9dBde6o/s1600-h/IMG_9217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686204330811506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcufB63oHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/plBg9dBde6o/s200/IMG_9217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcufXjiq-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxhEOebyY4g/s1600-h/IMG_9226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686210138549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcufXjiq-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxhEOebyY4g/s200/IMG_9226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcuf3HEWBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/o9MLtrTS7fM/s1600-h/IMG_9234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686218609055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcuf3HEWBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/o9MLtrTS7fM/s200/IMG_9234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish Lake, UT.  Our first long road trip with Addison.  3 hours to and from in one day=6hours in the car. .  We are crazy.   I was really apprehensive about the long car trip,  but we did OK.  Only 10 min of crying.  When we got there she threw up all over the cabin and had a luxurious bath-her favorite part.  We did it, and that is what matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heath owes me big time,because he really wanted to go and see his uncle (who we never saw because he was fishing on the lake the whole time we were there) .  Now we know she can go to Park City to go shopping just fine!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-8720617991349339436?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8720617991349339436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=8720617991349339436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8720617991349339436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/8720617991349339436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fish-lake.html' title='Fish Lake'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFcueChc-MI/AAAAAAAAATs/x0nE4ACgk-A/s72-c/IMG_9241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6513979813540123546</id><published>2008-06-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCkUvwllI/AAAAAAAAATk/ULqid8I9wgQ/s1600-h/IMG_8984-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160173144479314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCkUvwllI/AAAAAAAAATk/ULqid8I9wgQ/s320/IMG_8984-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dress is going to fit her for exactly two more minutes (size 12-18 mon.) So I had to take pictures of her in it.  It is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCRf2ISbI/AAAAAAAAATc/_5z5rgEWqiM/s1600-h/IMG_8984-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCH87AC6I/AAAAAAAAATU/meU0_PzyZns/s1600-h/IMG_8974-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211159685712841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCH87AC6I/AAAAAAAAATU/meU0_PzyZns/s320/IMG_8974-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also needed to try out a piece of new camera equipment.  How convenient to take photo's of my gorgeous baby girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8396920200711596619-6513979813540123546?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6513979813540123546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6513979813540123546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6513979813540123546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6513979813540123546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SFHCkUvwllI/AAAAAAAAATk/ULqid8I9wgQ/s72-c/IMG_8984-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6103433230741070937</id><published>2008-06-07T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Time of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SEr8QKjmoVI/AAAAAAAAATA/BbCEfW7MHps/s1600-h/IMG_8919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209253273649193298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SEr8QKjmoVI/AAAAAAAAATA/BbCEfW7MHps/s320/IMG_8919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SEr8Q6QyZqI/AAAAAAAAATI/qfprlVsUk9U/s1600-h/IMG_8920-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209253286455174818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SEr8Q6QyZqI/AAAAAAAAATI/qfprlVsUk9U/s320/IMG_8920-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bath time is my favorite time of the day! I love everything about it.  The splashing, the screams of delight, the smell of baby magic.  Addison loves it too, she kinda knows when she gets all her clothes taken off she is about to have a really fun time.   She has turtles and ducks to keep her company and mom who just watches and is content.&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/8396920200711596619-6103433230741070937?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6103433230741070937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6103433230741070937' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6103433230741070937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6103433230741070937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-time-of-day.html' title='My Favorite Time of the Day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SEr8QKjmoVI/AAAAAAAAATA/BbCEfW7MHps/s72-c/IMG_8919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2930288150994428980</id><published>2008-05-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the charts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD9vzRJMjZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hf_pVGAIbnk/s1600-h/IMG_8834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206002620829568402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD9vzRJMjZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hf_pVGAIbnk/s320/IMG_8834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addi went to her 6 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; last Friday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are her stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;length....28.9 inches 105&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight....18.6 pounds 78&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;circumference&lt;/span&gt; ( I cant remember the exact cm. but she is in the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile,she is her dad all the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dr double checked her length and head. I wasn't really surprised since she in wearing 18month clothes ( for the length)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know she didn't get her height from her mother. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not in 105&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is normal and healthy with the height of a nine month old. :)&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/8396920200711596619-2930288150994428980?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2930288150994428980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2930288150994428980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2930288150994428980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2930288150994428980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-charts.html' title='Off the charts.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD9vzRJMjZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hf_pVGAIbnk/s72-c/IMG_8834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-6401051052593316320</id><published>2008-05-28T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Vern would be proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front Yard&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205623302202887506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W0BJMjVI/AAAAAAAAASU/c_fvkPE2-TU/s320/IMG_8883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205623310792822114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W0hJMjWI/AAAAAAAAASc/tbdIeNM0kQQ/s320/IMG_8885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our Font Porch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W0xJMjXI/AAAAAAAAASk/N0JW4K8GjEg/s1600-h/IMG_8878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205623315087789426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W0xJMjXI/AAAAAAAAASk/N0JW4K8GjEg/s320/IMG_8878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heath standing in our yard that we don't know what to do with, so we have alot of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W1BJMjYI/AAAAAAAAASs/1T6eAz9vsoo/s1600-h/IMG_8889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205623319382756738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W1BJMjYI/AAAAAAAAASs/1T6eAz9vsoo/s320/IMG_8889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After berating Heath about the ceiling fans, I must give him props on the beautiful yard. Heath is really great at having the best looking and greenest lawn on the block. There is a unsaid competition that goes on in our neighborhood. Heath is the Man when it comes to this stuff. Its a lawn that the late Grandpa Vern would be proud of. Heath is obsessed with the sprinklers,fertilizer, weed killer, and overall maintenance of it. I have to say it does look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS I planted the flowers.&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/8396920200711596619-6401051052593316320?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6401051052593316320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=6401051052593316320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6401051052593316320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/6401051052593316320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandpa-vern-would-be-proud.html' title='Grandpa Vern would be proud'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SD4W0BJMjVI/AAAAAAAAASU/c_fvkPE2-TU/s72-c/IMG_8883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5939335503156024676</id><published>2008-05-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:22:47.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las....Mesquite?</title><content type='html'>Heath and I just returned from a "mommyanddaddy vaca"  We are white trash, rednecks so we went to the only logical place---- MESQUITE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was a mullet convention that weekend, we still had a TON of fun!  Heath shot sheet and golfed, I went to have a mani-pedi and soak up the sun by the pool.  We went with some friends from high school, it made me feel young again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only cried twice about missing Addison. She was in good hands with Grandma Marge and Grandpa Bruce.  And my mom said she was an angel.  I was glad to come home to my little one though. &lt;br /&gt;No pics sorry, there is no need to take pictures of old fat white people while they are on vacation without their kids!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-5939335503156024676?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5939335503156024676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5939335503156024676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5939335503156024676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5939335503156024676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/05/viva-lasmesquite.html' title='Viva Las....Mesquite?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7015810232395348526</id><published>2008-05-14T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:27:21.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceiling Fans...I hate thee</title><content type='html'>I love Heath... but he is not handy. I know he can do things around the house like hang pictures that are heavy, program an elaborate home theater system, make the computer work when it won't, and he can replace a sprinkler head in 40 seconds flat. But I need more.&lt;br /&gt;I bought ceiling fans. Heath thought he could put them up. Well one look after he had removed the old light fixture down to bare wires, opened the box, looked at the instructions and he said " this is way over my head"&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was so&lt;/span&gt; heartbroken. I really wanted my fans up. I paid good money for a husband. and the ceiling fans and both were not working out.&lt;br /&gt;SO I did what any woman would do I called one of his "handy" friends. Which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entails&lt;/span&gt; Mike and Jay. Both f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; of ours from High School.&lt;br /&gt;Jay came and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;installed&lt;/span&gt; one. Then Heath felt emasculated and put up the other .&lt;br /&gt;Then they didn't put the right supports for the heavy ceiling fans and had to tear my house apart again. That only took 4 hours. Now one of the fans will only spin on low. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arrrgh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not handy. Then I could do things myself. I am handy, I just can't lift a ceiling fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-7015810232395348526?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7015810232395348526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7015810232395348526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7015810232395348526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7015810232395348526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ceiling-fansi-hate-thee.html' title='Ceiling Fans...I hate thee'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-5610286880990763743</id><published>2008-05-03T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures of My Addi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SBzrCc_D0MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vcrCRQZdkF0/s1600-h/IMG_8858-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196286497451659458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SBzrCc_D0MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vcrCRQZdkF0/s320/IMG_8858-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SBzrC8_D0NI/AAAAAAAAASA/TtEd8MO--X0/s1600-h/IMG_8866-B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196286506041594066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SBzrC8_D0NI/AAAAAAAAASA/TtEd8MO--X0/s320/IMG_8866-B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An unplanned photo shoot when she was being cute today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/8396920200711596619-5610286880990763743?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5610286880990763743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=5610286880990763743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5610286880990763743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/5610286880990763743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-pictures-of-my-addi.html' title='Just Pictures of My Addi'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SBzrCc_D0MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vcrCRQZdkF0/s72-c/IMG_8858-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-1684374739943111857</id><published>2008-04-23T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:39:22.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Run!</title><content type='html'>I looked at the scale last night and after it yelled "get off, get off!"  I decided "enough is enough!"  I am fat, sloppy, and flabby.  I used to have a six pack, no longer! I have a mom-body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today was the first time I have gone running in about a year.  Man am I out of shape!  I went on the trail  for 30 mins, mind you I walked half of it!~  It felt good to be out there ,but I felt inside like fatty Magee huffying and puffing the whole way!    My goal is to loose 15 lbs of this blasted baby weight, that I ate my way up to.   I will let you know my progress.  I hope there is some to report in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-1684374739943111857?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1684374739943111857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=1684374739943111857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1684374739943111857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/1684374739943111857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-run.html' title='On the Run!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-7090840874455268542</id><published>2008-04-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:00.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months...already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zUs_D0JI/AAAAAAAAARg/p84jiYUHIlc/s1600-h/IMG_8786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495694891700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zUs_D0JI/AAAAAAAAARg/p84jiYUHIlc/s320/IMG_8786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a few days  Addison will be 6 months old.  It went by so fast and my little babins is getting so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zVc_D0KI/AAAAAAAAARo/j7texyU2e0o/s1600-h/IMG_8804-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495707776602274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zVc_D0KI/AAAAAAAAARo/j7texyU2e0o/s320/IMG_8804-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night all of a sudden her lower anterior teeth came in, no wonder she has been such a grump.  These are pictures that she is not crying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zV8_D0LI/AAAAAAAAARw/NJt0MEbLy6c/s1600-h/IMG_8785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495716366536882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zV8_D0LI/AAAAAAAAARw/NJt0MEbLy6c/s320/IMG_8785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her so much,but want her to stay small. she is at such a fun age right now.&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/8396920200711596619-7090840874455268542?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7090840874455268542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=7090840874455268542' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7090840874455268542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/7090840874455268542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-monthsalready.html' title='6 months...already'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/SA9zUs_D0JI/AAAAAAAAARg/p84jiYUHIlc/s72-c/IMG_8786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-3814526276806252443</id><published>2008-04-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:29:00.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one little sock...</title><content type='html'>Baby socks are ridiculously cute, I love them.  I love to put them on my fingers and I love putting them on Addi,  I like the way the smell like bleach, really clean...just out of the laundry smell. &lt;br /&gt;But, I do not like losing them to the sock gnomes that live in my dryer.&lt;br /&gt;I was folding the clothes and I had one baby sock missing,  I hate not having everything matched and put away (ocd that's me)  so I unfolded all my laundry, searched the entire house, checked the washer, the dryer, her diaper bag, I mean everywhere!  I finally gave up after an hour of intense searching.&lt;br /&gt;I started to put her clothes away in drawers--- and there it was! the little p.o.s., right there in her top drawer, starring at me.   I felt crazy and very housewife-ish. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have I been in the house to long? honestly!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-3814526276806252443?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3814526276806252443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=3814526276806252443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3814526276806252443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/3814526276806252443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-little-sock.html' title='one little sock...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-645309606193000162</id><published>2008-04-11T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:42:50.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day for rolling!</title><content type='html'>Addison has been working very hard the last couple of weeks learning to roll over ,and today she did it unassisted while I was changing her diaper.  Yeah for my Addi! She is growing up to fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8396920200711596619-645309606193000162?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/645309606193000162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=645309606193000162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/645309606193000162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/645309606193000162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-day-for-rolling.html' title='Today is the day for rolling!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8396920200711596619.post-2298936637314815390</id><published>2008-04-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:00.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whales and Giraffes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/R_7bVXNy6aI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3u5K6cSrOiY/s1600-h/IMG_8750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187824980833003938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/R_7bVXNy6aI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3u5K6cSrOiY/s320/IMG_8750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Addisons impression of a beached  whale, notice her little legs are blurred because they were moving so fast.  She unfortunatly is going to crawl early I am afraid....sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/R_7bWHNy6bI/AAAAAAAAARY/dwNEcUR2AsU/s1600-h/IMG_8754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187824993717905842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/R_7bWHNy6bI/AAAAAAAAARY/dwNEcUR2AsU/s320/IMG_8754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That poor Giraffe, besides the fact this is her favorite toy the poor thing is chewed on pulled on and its little antlers are great to use as a teething ring.   I think she is giving the unknowing Giraffe the stink-eye in this picture.&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/8396920200711596619-2298936637314815390?l=heathandchristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/feeds/2298936637314815390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8396920200711596619&amp;postID=2298936637314815390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2298936637314815390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8396920200711596619/posts/default/2298936637314815390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathandchristy.blogspot.com/2008/04/whales-and-giraffes.html' title='Whales and Giraffes'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09602614837576432265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn9iZsc1f4U/R_7bVXNy6aI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3u5K6cSrOiY/s72-c/IMG_8750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
