<?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-3522850655273519633</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:04:11.494-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='missionaries'/><category term='december'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Andy Griffith'/><category term='Hospital'/><category term='food'/><category term='Brothers'/><category term='Framing in the new wing'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Work'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='Time'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='House'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Inside Bethany and J9's Heads</title><subtitle type='html'>The Limited but occasionally amusing world of Bethany and Janine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3415288842624039662</id><published>2011-04-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:15:24.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>It's been a long long time- here's a picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hivZR0_Z-2I/TabyqQ9kw1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/dOqbB1i_9Y8/s1600/March%2B27%2B2011%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595426394976076626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hivZR0_Z-2I/TabyqQ9kw1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/dOqbB1i_9Y8/s200/March%2B27%2B2011%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kimber with Cricket and Petals on my bed. Kimber think's he's a lap dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from December, when Adam and Kristen where visiting, they brought Kimber &amp;amp; he was pretty fun to have around. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much has happened here- hence lack of posts. Life goes on, and we must go on as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3415288842624039662?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3415288842624039662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3415288842624039662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3415288842624039662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3415288842624039662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long-long-time-heres-picture.html' title='It&apos;s been a long long time- here&apos;s a picture!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hivZR0_Z-2I/TabyqQ9kw1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/dOqbB1i_9Y8/s72-c/March%2B27%2B2011%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5229171146079667044</id><published>2010-10-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:43:30.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.... again.</title><content type='html'>Not much has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;working institute sleep etc.&lt;br /&gt;mostly I've been daydreaming about this past 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;Because I really really loved it this year.&lt;br /&gt;Mum&amp;amp;I were in Utah with the Harvies (except Angie, Sarah&amp;amp;Kassidy :[ ) having a barbeque and Alexa&amp;amp;Jet &amp;amp; Megumi&amp;amp;Sho came too- it was just so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so completely content with the world, because I had so many people around me that I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect, I made soft pretzels earlier, and we had the most stunning view of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughter, twinkling eyes, hugs, smiles and love.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off we were celebrating our history, our country.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I remember being that peaceful&amp;amp;happy so completely was in Nauvoo.&lt;br /&gt;words can't fully describe it.&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5229171146079667044?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5229171146079667044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5229171146079667044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5229171146079667044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5229171146079667044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while-again.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.... again.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-7435782964749174391</id><published>2010-08-16T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:41:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>So Alexa informed me that my mum&amp;amp;I haven't updated our blog since Brilla died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo Siento.&lt;br /&gt;I actually finally watched Marley&amp;amp;Me again last week. Cried like a baby of course, but I managed. It's a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been... good here.&lt;br /&gt;Brother got married, Adam. couldn't make it out to the wedding- mum was in the hospital, she's fine now, but we didn't get to go. Been working like crazy on their present though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harvies and the Waltons come through Vegas from time to time which makes it wonderful here. Love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go to Utah for a 4th of July. To see Stadium of Fire. (the Five Browns performed... &amp;amp; Carrie Underwood- who surprised me. But the Five Browns were fantastic, played a tribute to John Williams (a lot of Darth Vader's theme))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw our old hometown Payson. It's changed a lot. 2 of my 3 elementary schools were torn down and replaced. Main Street is different too.&lt;br /&gt;Wildflower Grill is still there :DD yay.&lt;br /&gt;Peteetneet is still as tall as ever. Actually my first act in Payson was rollling down the hill by the Academy. It was just as fantastic as I remembered. Also peeked in for the quilt show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Spent the most wonderful week with the Harvies.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Alexa and Jet too! a couple times. Just as great times as they used to be- if not better.&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;Megumi and Sho made an appearance as well. Sho is so OLD!! I remember when he wasn't tall enough to ride the New York New York rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's a regular teenager.  Crazy when did I get old? I don't recall this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED seeing the Harvie kids and grandkids. I cannot stress this enough. I really adored seeing everyone again. I consider them family. Family I don't get to see often but family nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so relaxing and cool! Temperature wise. &amp;amp; so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-7435782964749174391?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/7435782964749174391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=7435782964749174391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7435782964749174391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7435782964749174391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4278537145341605252</id><published>2009-12-02T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:14:23.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Brilla- Bright Light of Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1WcpHkrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PO6EG7Gmyl4/s1600-h/Bee+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641030838457010" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1WcpHkrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PO6EG7Gmyl4/s200/Bee+Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been in the unwanted habit of waking up between 2 and 3 in the morning and unable to get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the couch in the back room. I hadn't even made it to my bed- I got up because I can never go back to sleep immediately. I heard Brilla (Bree-ya) whine just a little bit, I had put her on my bed before I fell asleep- intending to let her sleep with me- but now she was wanted to get down. I let her down and petted her as she walked slowly to the water bowl and took a drink. I sat down at the computer reading MLIA. I heard her go out the doggy door. 20 minutes later she still hadn't come back and I was about to go back to bed. I decided to go out and see if she was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that I did- and I am sure that I was prompted too as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father knows us so well- and he knew that I would be utterly heartbroken if I had found her in the morning- cold and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s wrapped in a sheet that was Grandma Camacho’s. We felt it was fitting. Grandparents Camacho adored her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the best dog. My first dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I saw her. 2nd grade, Mum and Dru drove up to Barnett Elementary to see me- Mom had this furry thing behind her neck- I thought Dru had done hunting or something and nabbed a white fox- but it was Brilla, she loved sitting on people’s necks when she was little. Mum pulled the puppy from behind her neck and presented the creature to me. She was so small and adorable. Mum said she looked like a tribble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1XPXmJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qoNrEiRdX8/s1600-h/bee+bear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641044455172082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1XPXmJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qoNrEiRdX8/s200/bee+bear1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They named her Brilla luz di Vida. Bright Light of Life. She was the runt of her litter- but more than willing to take on her brothers. She had the heart of a lion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time in Payson AZ, she ran right up to this husky and licked his nose. :] She played with our Great Dane, Chispa- Brilla would hop from furniture piece to furniture piece, while Chispa followed her on the ground in our living room. Brilla even broke her leg playing the yard with the big dogs- but that never stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at that box wondering how it can hold her. She always seemed so much bigger, and it feels like such a little box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1X2Ib1QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/W2CwpYk7by8/s1600-h/calm+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641054860563714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1X2Ib1QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/W2CwpYk7by8/s200/calm+bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remembered the first squeaky toy we got her! We had never purchased a toy with a squeaker (is that what you call it?) and Mum had bought her this little toy bunny- we didn’t know it had a squeaker. When Brilla accidentally squeaked it- she jumped so high and far away from it. So cute! She was scared of that thing for the next few hours- but quickly learned the fun of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1YL434JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YFut0Ow8ns0/s1600-h/growling+Bear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641060700872850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1YL434JI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YFut0Ow8ns0/s200/growling+Bear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the best travel companion, and my confidant.&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed to have her in my life for these past 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me love, loyalty and how to stand up for myself- and I taught her how to climb stairs. Hardly feels fair, but she was amazing like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1XR3SpYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nceS8Ke0Fcc/s1600-h/bee+bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641045124982146" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1XR3SpYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nceS8Ke0Fcc/s200/bee+bear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4278537145341605252?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4278537145341605252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4278537145341605252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4278537145341605252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4278537145341605252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/12/brilla-bright-light-of-life.html' title='Brilla- Bright Light of Life.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SxZ1WcpHkrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PO6EG7Gmyl4/s72-c/Bee+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5389518897102818699</id><published>2009-10-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:18:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoneyBee Desert Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't know- my mum and I are making Aprons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(well honestly, she's doing the sewing- I'm pretty much only cutting fabric (sometimes) and editing the photos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a blog for our Apron selection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HoneyBee&lt;/span&gt; Desert&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Cottage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://honeybeecottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://honeybeecottage.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pictures of the Aprons we've been making- feel free to ask us about anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SsS5a8Afe9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zRgDMtPwYrw/s1600-h/Halloween+detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387634926677883858" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SsS5a8Afe9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zRgDMtPwYrw/s200/Halloween+detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're getting near the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SsS5acVqR2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/yJS8mCpT8mk/s1600-h/Pretty+Hostess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387634918176737122" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SsS5acVqR2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/yJS8mCpT8mk/s200/Pretty+Hostess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorites from our Hostess Apron line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the site for more aprons- there is quite a bit of variety! We even have some dog walking aprons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5389518897102818699?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5389518897102818699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5389518897102818699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5389518897102818699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5389518897102818699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/10/honeybee-desert-cottage.html' title='HoneyBee Desert Cottage'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SsS5a8Afe9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zRgDMtPwYrw/s72-c/Halloween+detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1326513202304003483</id><published>2009-09-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:53:38.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I miss summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not talking about the break we just had for summer- but I miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Summers in Utah particularly, where it doesn’t get so hot that even 90 degree weather feels refreshing, &lt;em&gt;I miss the trees and the green&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that feeling when you get out of school on that last day- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;feel the sun warm your skin&lt;/span&gt;, and you sigh- because you &lt;em&gt;know that you have 3 months of freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you walk home, you stroll leisurely, because you have 3 months to get home if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start thinking about the adventures you’ll have, visiting family, going to the local park every single day, and the local pool, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the books you can read without having to write a paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the days when you can go out and water the grass and enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;, playing with your dogs- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exploring those undeveloped spaces in your town&lt;/span&gt;, running along the creeks- having conversations about whatever with your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and you sigh again- because &lt;strong&gt;the world is yours&lt;/strong&gt;- for three months.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's those &lt;em&gt;other 9 months&lt;/em&gt; that can make &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you truly appreciate this moment of perfect freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;It’s one of the best feelings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here- I dream about spending my summer inside- where it’s cool, unless I do feel like watering the grass, I dream of wet and wild- and spending the summer at my dad’s where at least the pool is in the backyard, and the beach isn’t too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do love it here though- mainly the people I’ve met without them, I wouldn’t be who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But that feeling of summer ahead in Utah, is something I really truly miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1326513202304003483?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1326513202304003483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1326513202304003483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1326513202304003483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1326513202304003483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4434682488195291192</id><published>2009-08-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:23:52.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPie!</title><content type='html'>So if you don't know- one of my favorite things is a TV show called &lt;strong&gt;iCarly&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(A show mum got me hooked on while she was in the hospital (it was the only TV show she liked- besides the home renovation shows)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375550513033427698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnKtfGGuvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uGTv-Sf6j4Y/s200/ICarly!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilarious&lt;/em&gt; Show- we love it here at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway they have an episode devoted to the gang's love of pie- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coconut cream pie made by Gallini- the Best place to get pie in Seattle (in the show)&lt;br /&gt;the icon's ensue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLPLMJ13I/AAAAAAAAAHE/G0YR7HkrbLA/s1600-h/ipie22.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375551091805640562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLPLMJ13I/AAAAAAAAAHE/G0YR7HkrbLA/s200/ipie22.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLOu8U8SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fEeSMbqWPko/s1600-h/ipie33.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375551084223066402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLOu8U8SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fEeSMbqWPko/s200/ipie33.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLOP5S3iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eM7HikFS0D4/s1600-h/ipie53.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375551075888848418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLOP5S3iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eM7HikFS0D4/s200/ipie53.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anywho- the point of this is that Rob and Laura Walton where in town and visited us while they were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLNid_-9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DvbinAxfE48/s1600-h/I+love+Pie!.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375551063694769106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnLNid_-9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DvbinAxfE48/s200/I+love+Pie!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And clearly they love us- because they brought &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marie Callender &lt;/em&gt;Pie! We rarely have pie- so it was a big deal. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Since having this awesome Pie- I have decided that there will definitely be Pie at my wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Pie is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, off to have some Lemon Meringue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yum! &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/3522850655273519633-4434682488195291192?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4434682488195291192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4434682488195291192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4434682488195291192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4434682488195291192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/08/ipie.html' title='iPie!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SpnKtfGGuvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uGTv-Sf6j4Y/s72-c/ICarly!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-7322744351489632593</id><published>2009-08-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:11:05.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Framing in the new wing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCHYNtJpWI/AAAAAAAAACM/cy0x3CU3o9Y/s1600-h/Portico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943205518648674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCHYNtJpWI/AAAAAAAAACM/cy0x3CU3o9Y/s320/Portico.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCGL-vGW_I/AAAAAAAAACE/80XsElD9c0M/s1600-h/New+back+doors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941895830232050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCGL-vGW_I/AAAAAAAAACE/80XsElD9c0M/s320/New+back+doors.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCAfx6HCsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m4CHAP8i74o/s1600-h/Framing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372935638914370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCAfx6HCsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m4CHAP8i74o/s320/Framing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpB-W4mJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nLdWaTOTCXg/s1600-h/Beautifyl+sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372933287067639138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpB-W4mJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nLdWaTOTCXg/s320/Beautifyl+sunset.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-7322744351489632593?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/7322744351489632593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=7322744351489632593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7322744351489632593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7322744351489632593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SpCHYNtJpWI/AAAAAAAAACM/cy0x3CU3o9Y/s72-c/Portico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-7623327709257870041</id><published>2009-08-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:12:02.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Photos</title><content type='html'>As you know our major demo and house rebuild has been going on strong over this last year. I have finally downloaded the camera and want to share just a few photos. Hope you know how absolutely thrilled and blessed we feel at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef6f6e7c3be66fc1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def6f6e7c3be66fc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331097392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FD80FA5A8F870F5F24E731B7E679874F8636822.466D87681B3FCF5723DAA2A580829405C626F81C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def6f6e7c3be66fc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNiO9gJ5pd1Il5PPhkXt_HEnBrug&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def6f6e7c3be66fc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331097392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FD80FA5A8F870F5F24E731B7E679874F8636822.466D87681B3FCF5723DAA2A580829405C626F81C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def6f6e7c3be66fc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNiO9gJ5pd1Il5PPhkXt_HEnBrug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-7623327709257870041?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef6f6e7c3be66fc1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/7623327709257870041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=7623327709257870041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7623327709257870041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7623327709257870041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-photos.html' title='House Photos'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-6386265255549947280</id><published>2009-08-10T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:22:00.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SoCrhLf_TfI/AAAAAAAAABA/cd6AmUKu3aA/s1600-h/WW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368479342336626162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SoCrhLf_TfI/AAAAAAAAABA/cd6AmUKu3aA/s320/WW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years I have been called 'Wonder Woman' because of my quick, able and tenacious tackling of projects; but I have to say I think the torch is being handed over. Bethany has really learned a lot of skills in our home construction project. Since the big stuff like framing and cement work is done she has been taking care of the other big projects - painting, laying new floors, baseboards as well as helping me out in my once powerful but now feeble state. My mind and body were just not in sync (my mind was stubborn) and I have learned this over and over through this project. If I had not been blessed with such an awesome daughter we would be in a world of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So this is dedicated to my beautiful and accomplished daughter. I know this is for her to teach her and come into her own. The Lord has wonderful and wonderous plans for her. I am grateful she is up to the challenge and the blessings. Mum loves you very much Sweet-Pea. Thank you for loving me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/wonder-woman.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://screenrant.com/wachowskis-wonder-woman-rumors-kofi-3660/&amp;amp;h=894&amp;amp;w=600&amp;amp;sz=102&amp;amp;tbnid=b_DAEGSeKanj1M:&amp;amp;tbnh=146&amp;amp;tbnw=98&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwonder%2Bwoman&amp;amp;usg=__tHMTo5_07nuWwN-eTeam5Tm3OQI=&amp;amp;ei=E6uASuXSJobsswO92KyJCQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-6386265255549947280?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/6386265255549947280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=6386265255549947280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6386265255549947280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6386265255549947280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/08/wonder-woman.html' title='Wonder Woman'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SoCrhLf_TfI/AAAAAAAAABA/cd6AmUKu3aA/s72-c/WW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3594368526852948381</id><published>2009-06-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:00:58.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Fun with Mum</title><content type='html'>So We got the back room all cleaned, and Mum put our computers back here, and I finished laying down the flooring in the parlor (Three day project- I am So Sore!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mum and I were on the computers and we were talking when started wheeling herself on her computer chair around the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started playing bumper chairs. :] &lt;br /&gt;it was a great time, I could not stop laughing! She was ruthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of having an all cement floor! We can wheel everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking of starting our own little theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Main event? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bumper chairs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3594368526852948381?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3594368526852948381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3594368526852948381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3594368526852948381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3594368526852948381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-with-mum.html' title='Fun with Mum'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-6077666492133158583</id><published>2009-05-12T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:54:37.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Movies</title><content type='html'>I am currently watching home movies that me Padre sent for my birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way- I am now 20! &lt;br /&gt;woo-who! &lt;br /&gt;We didn't really do much for my birthday, We kinda forgot about it until that day- so we went to see Wolverine (Which was good) then last week we saw Star Trek (Which was Amazing!) and that was my birthday- My brother Ben sent me the best card- I loved it! I'll post a picture when things calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house has been going well- the Sheetrockers left the front room is nearly done- I spent a good 15 minutes in there just singing- because of the new echo :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Main Event of Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was when the sheetrockers handed me a box- addressed to me! From California! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Surprise (not really- Dad called and told me :]) there was a bunch of DVD's- converted home video's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's what I've been watching all day! &lt;br /&gt;I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love when Adam is directing- He has lots of comments, and they are amusing. Mainly cause Ari argues with him. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm love seeing this stuff! I can't remember a lot of it, but I can remember snippets of things. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently as I get older I become more of a camera hog- maybe that explains my love of theatre/stage. :] I was/am a crazy kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss the fashion of the 90's, the bright colors, the big t-shirts, the jogging suits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chances of me finding that stuff now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Dad and Cathy's interactions. They are so amusing/cute to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love seeing Suzie, I miss her so- she was such a great dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to keep on watching, I'm in 1994 right now, Cathy, Ari and I are making the best Gingerbread house ever. Cathy is leading us, Ari is particular (Ever the artist) I'm super hyper- and Adam is humoring us.&lt;br /&gt;:] good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-6077666492133158583?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/6077666492133158583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=6077666492133158583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6077666492133158583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6077666492133158583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-movies.html' title='Home Movies'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3980897965458523111</id><published>2009-04-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:38:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You should check this out.</title><content type='html'>I love Jon Schmidt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really hilarious to see in concert too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason blogspot is not letting me hyperlink, so just copy and paste the url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like "Love Story" by Taylor Swift or "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay &lt;br /&gt;you definetely should check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3980897965458523111?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3980897965458523111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3980897965458523111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3980897965458523111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3980897965458523111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-should-check-this-out.html' title='You should check this out.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-7815575320863755064</id><published>2009-03-27T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:24:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Remind me of Payson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Early Mornings.&lt;/span&gt; – They just do. Mum and I had a lot of early morning walks in Payson. Vegas? Not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Elk&lt;/span&gt;- One early morning I took Brilla up to go to the bathroom, I’m tired, very sleeply, I take her out to do her thing. It’s really early, it’s there is very little light- but enough, I look up- a herd of Elk is running by. Seriously a herd! One Buck stops and stares at me- figures I’m not a threat and runs along. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Randy Travis and Shania Twain &lt;/span&gt;– So I would listen to these two all the time in the frame shop. So they make me think of the frame shop and consequently Payson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Castles&lt;/span&gt; – On Main street a guy was turning an old building into a castle for his Grandchildren. For real. It was awesome. So whenever I see one, I’m 10 years old on main street, with some treat from Rose’s bakery in my hand, staring at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mango Salsa &lt;/span&gt;– My mum went through this brain food thing, and learned how to make pico de gallo salsa with Mango. It’s delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bernstein Bears&lt;/span&gt;- I read hundreds of those books. Yeah, all in the Payson Library. In the second grade, I read 647 books (they were the Bernstein Bears- but still) I’ve loved reading since birth. Clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ballet-&lt;/span&gt; I had a brief but intense encounter with Ballet. I’m still clumsy- but ballet does remind me of Payson. It’s kinda sad how much I&lt;strong&gt; cannot&lt;/strong&gt; Dance, I knew it even then- I asked to stop. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-7815575320863755064?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/7815575320863755064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=7815575320863755064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7815575320863755064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7815575320863755064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-remind-me-of-payson.html' title='Things that Remind me of Payson'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1492505169618042657</id><published>2009-03-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:34:15.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things that Remind me of San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(My Dad, Cathy and Ari really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I'm home tonight, up late on the computer and one of my dogs bark, I run to stop her from going outside and barking some more, I run across the room in front of the fan (I just washed them today- it's already getting warm) And for some reason I am back in my room in San Diego, then I proceeded to think of all the things that jolt me back into memories with my Dad&amp;amp;Fam in San D. here they are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Smell of Coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since mum and I don't drink coffee, I rarely smell it- but anytime I am in a place with coffee, it's suddenly 7:30 am in San Diego, Cartoon Network is On (Back in the good ol' days when they still had the Acme hour!) I'm on the couch with some cereal, Dad and Cathy in the Kitchen starting their day with some cereal and some coffee. Their coffee always smelled really good, and comforting. :] Ari was up in her room still sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Smell of Salt Water-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This one's pretty obvious, it's only with them really that I ever go to the beach, I have this jar that Cathy gave to me, it has seashells that she and I found on the beach, I keep the lid closed tight, so the smell doesn't escape. When I want to relax I open that jar and take a whiff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Sound of Fans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This one is weird, but true! For some reason I associate the sound of fans with San Deigo. I've used fans here at home more than I have in SD- but for some reason it's in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Smell of Chlorine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lot's of smells, which is funny because, sight is what makes me remember Payson. Anyway the smell of Chlorine- there always was a pool at Dad&amp;amp;Cathy's- Always. (ok maybe one summer we went without, other than that- Always) So whenever I smell chlorine- right back by the pool in San D. usually it's the latest nicest one. (I still remember Dad&amp;amp;Cathy convincing me that they got a new house without a pool, or room for one. :]) with Mitzy and Milo or Suzie, Ari sunbathing in the lounge chairs, me in the water. Because of this, the smell of Chlorine is a bit soothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Sound of Seagulls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;again like the salt water. The Beach- suddenly I'm there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Smell of Suzie-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still remember how she smelled, Mitzy and Milo smell a bit like that as well. It's a lovely comforting smell. (except for when she got sprayed by the skunks :p)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Certain big tall trees-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They grew in the parks around and in the barkyard- I have no idea what kind of Trees they wher but when I see something like them, I think of San D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Gingerbread-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; The only place I ever helped make a gingerbread house was with Cathy and Ari at Christmas. I loved it, and plan on making that a Tradition when I have Children. :] Thanks Cathy :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old Video Games-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember sitting for hours with Ari watching her play some game, I think was called Monkey Island. Good times. I kinda still want to play that game. :]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There you go, a little snippet into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goodnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Bethany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1492505169618042657?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1492505169618042657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1492505169618042657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1492505169618042657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1492505169618042657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-things-that-remind-me-of-san.html' title='Random Things that Remind me of San Diego'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5726636360825949188</id><published>2009-03-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:27:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth's Spring Break To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Make our New/Old Picnic Table Pretty. (Painting it, sealing it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Clean up the members on the Fablehaven Fan Forum (i.e. get rid of Spammers!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Get ahead on Homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Prepare and Record my Video for the Fablehaven launch Party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Clean out my Closet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Groom the Puppies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Enjoy my Spring Break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5726636360825949188?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5726636360825949188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5726636360825949188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5726636360825949188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5726636360825949188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/03/beths-spring-break-to-do-list.html' title='Beth&apos;s Spring Break To-Do List'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3656666981171234969</id><published>2009-02-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:25:08.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>The Fun Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it's been a while, and I thought I'd entertain everyone with a small snipet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Scene- Morning (This Morning) the house, 6:57 am- specifically mum's room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Players- Me (beth) Mum (j9), puppies- Brilla and Petals, and surprise guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;: Beth, I'm ready for THE BOOT! (Mum now wears this spiffy moon boot.- we call it "Das Boot!") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok I'm getting it! &lt;em&gt;[Beth grabs a big black strappy boot, along with a shoe, from the living room, she then continues in a fast manner to the Master bedroom]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt;: I got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Beth sits on the bed, Mum is in her wheelchair, parallel to the bed. Beth narrowly aviods sitting on Petals who is underneath the covers- refusing to get up. Mum holds up her feet expectantly, Brilla moves in underneath said feet- hoping for some foot love.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt;: Alrightly lets get it this baby on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Beth slides the socks onto Mum's feet. She grabs the boot and starts to prepare it. suddenly she spots something]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Das Boot flies out of Beth's hands, she jumps, Mum jumps, startled at the niose and at Beth's actions] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt;What was that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[catches her breath]&lt;/em&gt; Spider caught me by surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; In my boot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Nodds]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That was the start of our morning. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3656666981171234969?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3656666981171234969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3656666981171234969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3656666981171234969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3656666981171234969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-stuff.html' title='The Fun Stuff.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4134903734125868111</id><published>2009-01-07T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:19:51.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged multiple times.</title><content type='html'>The Twenty Five Random Facts&lt;br /&gt;[Feb. 7, 2009]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am a funny girl, I'm not going to lie&lt;/span&gt;. The better you get to know me, the more I let it out. My sense of humor can be quirky at times, I will start laughing at even the most &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;random &lt;/span&gt;thing, and sometimes it just triggers a memory and makes me laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;morning &lt;/span&gt;person, I think it must be in my blood- because I had tried so many times to be a night owl- but &lt;em&gt;I cannot do it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I love the morning's anyway&lt;/span&gt;, since everybody decides that they hate mornings,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; it's very quiet and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the sunrise, and that light that seems to make everything crisper, it's just before sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like classical music.&lt;/span&gt; I love listening to Keane and John Mayer as much as the next person, but sometimes you just need something soothing. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes when I listen to it, one song can speak so much more than all the lyrics on a Switchfoot CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will talk to myself.&lt;/span&gt; Not really a huge revelation, but I do, it bugged my boss the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have all 8 season's of Andy Griffith on DVD and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch them regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would marry Andy Griffith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like baking from sratch. Anything else just feels wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I will most likely answer to: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bethany, Stephanie, Brittany and Hey You, Tall Girl&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Oh and Beth- but not all the time, explained below-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I prefer&lt;strong&gt; Bethany&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;Beth.&lt;/strong&gt; Only Family and Good friends call me Beth regularly. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Otherwise I feel like they/you are talking about Beth Seastrand/Dimick or even someone else.&lt;/span&gt; Plus also Bethany was the name of the town, not Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate having my &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; in my face.&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; I think this had something to do with a childhood of bangs in my eyes, and middle and High school spent in ponytails.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how other people live with it. If you see me with &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; in my face/eyes, it usually means I've given up, typically by the end of the day I will bobby pin it out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will read anything by Robert Farrell Smith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (He Wrote: Baptists at Our Barbecue, Miracle of Forgetness, and Bitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dancer. I dance alone, a lot- mainly to Keane because you just can't listen to "Bend and Break" without trying to actually bend and break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will read anything by Brandon Mull&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (He wrote: The Fablehaven Series, The Candy Shop War)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I had vampire teeth before my braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I LOVE Nancy Drew games. I'm not a good dectective, but I still love the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Because I watch so many movies, I know about a lot of actors- Their real name and a list of movies they've been in.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't actually know anything about them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Some people think that I am that girl who spends her time with the gossip magazines, just becuase I know their names and some movies they were in.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really don't care about their lives that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just the other day I discovered that J. Lo had babies- and was married. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Right now my hands still smell like a mixture of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;celery, onions and garlic&lt;/span&gt;. (We were learning knife skills in my culinary class yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm sure you really had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deep burning desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to hear about 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had Sondre Lechre's "To Be Surprised"&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yywmhpTvJWQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yywmhpTvJWQ&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stuck in my head all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I now have it stuck in my head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.I saw "He's just not that into you" yesterday. It was cute. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hated the bits with Mr. Skank and his mistress who also was a skank.&lt;/span&gt; but loved the Beth/Neil and Gigi/Alex bits. Everything else I probably could've lived without- but then the movie would'nt have made much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My dream home would include a window with a bench, a real fireplace, a pantry with room for a freezer and a fridge, and a Loft. (A Secret Passageway to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; Land, and a secret room- but shh. Don't tell anybody.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I randomly Capitalize words that are not Nouns, but are fairly Prominent in the sentence. It's a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When I am listening to music from my mp3 player (Actually any music that I know) I will mouth the words. People who don't understand that I am listening to music think I'm crazy, I'm sure. I also can't help but move to the beat of particularly good songs. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yeah I look quite sane. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; I think "chatspeak"/"textspeak" will be the downfall of the English Language, and I refuse to take part in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The pressure is on! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2% milk&lt;/span&gt; is like a dessert for me. For the past 7 years, I've only had Soymilk immediately available to me- so having regular good ole milk from a cow, is a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4134903734125868111?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4134903734125868111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4134903734125868111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4134903734125868111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4134903734125868111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-are-so-caught-up-in-emotions-of.html' title='I was tagged multiple times.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-406374165003984376</id><published>2008-12-27T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:30:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I have written on this site. I forget I need to keep up with things. We had a great time before Christmas as we went car shopping in the snow a good 4 - 6 inches of very wet snow infact. The Lawter's came and picked us up in the height of the storm and drove us over to the dealer so I could test getting in and out and how they fit the 6 footer of our family. As you can guess we easily turned the salespeoples heads in the showroom as Bethany wheeled me in. I guess lowman on the totem pole got us and he patiently took us around, wiping off the windows so we could see the details on the car.... Needless to say I was soaked by the time we got done. I found a great deal from my friend Steve in California and we drove down to San Diego to pick up our new 2005 Chevy Trailblazer.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of freedom is an amazing tonic for the homebound..... I could write a whole book on what it has been like the last two months and the areas of my life that have been affected. If it were not for my beautiful daughter I am sure I would be nuts now. She has made a difference in my life and I am truly grateful for her sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas was quiet and simple. We had wonderful gifts to open over the 12 days prior to Christmas from our Santa Sleighrider, bless their hearts for thinking of us an their generosity - it made a difference. We went and saw 'Marly &amp;amp; Me' and laughed and cried, what a cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better, just got released to stand up in my moonboot cast and start taking steps 'as tolerated' ....which means it hurts like you know what, but I step anyway. I am pretty sure the physical therapy is going to hurt more than anything, but it is so much better to be able to walk then not so no matter what - we are doing what is needed to get my life back....and that is exactly how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-406374165003984376?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/406374165003984376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=406374165003984376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/406374165003984376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/406374165003984376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3865973379433542926</id><published>2008-12-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:05:30.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>So Saturday Night Mum and I are sitting home.&lt;br /&gt;We had been watching Movies all Day.&lt;br /&gt;We had watched Jurassic Park the night before and then when I woke and was cooking I put in Lost World and then Jurassic Park III, then we watched Get Smart and were watching Christmas Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;We were both doing our own things, I was crocheting, mum was looking over house details, when she got a text from an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;it said "There are presents in your driveway, get some help to bring them in!" (I can't remember it exactly)&lt;br /&gt;I blow it off as a spam text, thought that did not make much sense to me- just out of curiosity I peek out our front window to the driveway, and there was a plastic tub of presents! I do a double take, I then tell mum that I'm going to check it out- I walk out and sure enough the plastic tub is still there- I hadn't imagined it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand for a moment a bit dumbfounded, and then proceed to pick up the presents- I falter- it was heavy! I look around surreptitiously I spot a white van on the corner- there is no one in it (or they were just ducking!) It is the only car parked on the street. I walk inside and present the presents to Mum- she's a bit shocked too. I go to look out the window again, the white van is gone. (;])&lt;br /&gt;We look at the two presents on top of the plastic tub- they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;addressed&lt;/span&gt; to us individually, with instructions "Open on Christmas" We look at the tub&lt;br /&gt;An envelope is taped to it- with the words "Merry Christmas! To: Janine and Bethany- Open me First!"&lt;br /&gt;The card inside says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Presenting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 12 Days of Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On each day you will find a number and a small roll of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The number indicated which day you open the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On that day unroll the paper, read the prose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;then open your gift! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Begins today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Merry Christmas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;We opened our first Present- It was a Yankee Candle, Red Apple Wreath, it smells amazing.&lt;br /&gt;So we are really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures and the prose.&lt;br /&gt;The presents are wrapped beautifully! and the little cards with the numbers &amp;amp; prose are equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exquisite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was two scarfs (which was amusing because I was currently crocheting a scarf!) We wore them to church, and they kept us stylish and warm!&lt;br /&gt;Today it was three Christmas books- which was wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Mum and I had just been lamenting over the fact that our Christmas books are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; in storage with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commotion&lt;/span&gt; going on with our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we want to thank our secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, it was a lovely surprise, and so nice- especially since getting around is harder than usual.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3865973379433542926?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3865973379433542926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3865973379433542926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3865973379433542926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3865973379433542926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1932007159837572393</id><published>2008-12-07T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:37:38.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, Mum is home now, she was released Nov 21.&lt;br /&gt;and since then she's been in my care.  (and Heavenly Fathers of course)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the first week and a bit- it was like having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's progressed to a toddler. She can dress herself and do other things on her own.&lt;br /&gt;It's been nice coming home from school and having her home. I just wish she didn't have to be in a wheelchair to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a lot of help from our ward- they've been amazing yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother and Sister Henderson, brought us some coldstone last night. :]&lt;br /&gt;amazing stuff something called afterdinner mint.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sweet of them to think of us- and get us hooked too! (it's their favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep meaning to post pictures I have some of Mum with the puppies from when she was in the hospital and pictures of all the flowers that were sent to her. Even the pictures from when my Deseret Book store closed!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll get to it after finals.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah finals! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got to go get mum up for church.&lt;br /&gt;cheers everyone!&lt;br /&gt;and Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1932007159837572393?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1932007159837572393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1932007159837572393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1932007159837572393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1932007159837572393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5433104690174075845</id><published>2008-11-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:49:05.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>First thank you to all friends and family who have reached out to us this past week. It makes the challenge easier to know that you are there. My adorable sweet pea has been an anchor to me through all of this. I could not have accomplished what has been done on my own and I have full confidence in her ability. She is such a blessing in my life. I am so grateful for all who have reached out to her, feeding her and talking with her.....it makes such a difference. I know this is a challenge for her and she is such a noble spirit and person I know this will give her more experience and refining and what means even more to me is that I know she will recognize the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father truly blessed me in this accident, it could have been so much worse! It was a shock and feeling of isolation as the car came crashing into me and the incredible pain I felt; but there in the crowd of people He sent an angel, someone I was acquainted with of whom I have great respect for. When I saw her face I felt comforted.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't accept my position until yesterday and that is when it hit me. I am injured and it will be a struggle like I never dreamed of until today to get me back to normal. That is the goal and I am doing my best to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Rehab is hard work, all kinds of little obstacles pop up and we will take them as they come. Your prayers are much appreciated. I work hard from 6:30 a.m. and have been going to bed at 7 pm so I can keep my strength up.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I don't get right back to you. I will continue to post as I can. Love to all. Take care and thank you again. Janine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5433104690174075845?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5433104690174075845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5433104690174075845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5433104690174075845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5433104690174075845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4759990732675005103</id><published>2008-11-02T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:19:48.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital'/><title type='text'>How She's doing.</title><content type='html'>I was so caught up in thanking you I forgot to say how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when Rebbecca and I got there- she hadn't been moved to the rehab part of the hospital yet, 2 hours later she was moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a lot more chipper today. Maybe because she had someone else to talk too besides little old boring me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is ready to get better and get home- partly because she's going crazy and partly because she doesn't want the hospital bill to be $987,290.83, and She misses the little ones. They miss her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was moved from a single room to a room with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her there with out portable DVD player and bunches of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; (some ours, some from Elsa who sweetly supplied us with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; and some frozen food for me, oh and kit-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kat's&lt;/span&gt;. which I have been craving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I miss her, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful that she didn't get seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without her- besides of course curl up in a corner for a week (that would be all the time she would let me :] hence my love for her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to things looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4759990732675005103?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4759990732675005103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4759990732675005103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4759990732675005103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4759990732675005103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='How She&apos;s doing.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-2053273328282097458</id><published>2008-11-02T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:07:45.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's at Church</title><content type='html'>So woke up this morning- glad that I had an extra hour of sleep because I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready for church. Ate on accident, then I realized it was fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;- but since I hadn't been eating much anyway, I figured since I ate already, I should just really eat. then maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; faint or get dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I go to church, feeling sad that she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Something funny, people keep coming up to me asking me how I am, and how I am getting along without mum- I say "oh well it's lonely" (or something like that) they reply something to this extent "yeah now you have to do the dishes and the laundry, and keep the house clean..."&lt;br /&gt;This amuses me because, 1. they are trying to lighten the mood. 2. because my mum has had me doing my own laundry since I was 12- laundry is not a new concept. I've been cooking by myself for at least as long as I've been doing laundry. Living in a single parent home- I've cleaned a lot. Actually just being in a single parent home has prepared me a bit. Mum was really the reason for it all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not the fact that she's gone that's making me lonely and sad- it's WHY she's gone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started leaking a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gutherie&lt;/span&gt; came up to me and asked where she was- I told her and she immediately asked how she was, and invited me to diner. ( Which I couldn't go to their house for, I was at the hospital- but they were so sweet to actually bring it to me! The food was great! I was grateful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kanet&lt;/span&gt; asked me what she and the sisters could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then multiple Sisters offered to give me rides home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebbecca&lt;/span&gt; took me to see mum, and stayed there a good 3 1/2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the hospital, Sis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoagland&lt;/span&gt; called and asked if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ward is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be against saying one ward was above the other- but I've got to say it, I've got the best ward ever. I am so grateful for our ward family and their willingness to help out. They are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is pretty amazing too.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt is so sweet- worried that I'm not getting food, she's sending some money to help.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother calls to make sure I've doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to anyone who has helped us- from both my Mother and I- Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;We really appreciate it, and hope to be able to return our gratitude and the service to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-2053273328282097458?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/2053273328282097458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=2053273328282097458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2053273328282097458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2053273328282097458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/11/sundays-at-church.html' title='Sunday&apos;s at Church'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-2870265818540675041</id><published>2008-11-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:15:56.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><title type='text'>How Things are Going</title><content type='html'>So, Mum is still in the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I posted pictures of her or even took pictures of her- she would be mighty annoyed at me. So, maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say without the moral support of the family I might just be in a corner crying. Our ward is pretty amazing too. They have been really really great about giving me lifts to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Home Teachers especially, Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoagland&lt;/span&gt; drove me all around on Thursday, to go to the Hospital, Car impound, mum's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day- from 10:30 to 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday, Roger dropped me off at the hospital, and I was going to take the bus to church for the ward Halloween party (Mum was insistent that I go), but then Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoagland&lt;/span&gt; called and said she was going to be in the area around the hospital, and asked if I needed a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on top of that she took me to her home and fed me some food (I have not been very good about feeding myself- I just forget. I know weird.) Then took me to the ward party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, after I was home and time and thinking again. My Grandmother, and Aunt called to check up on me- offer moral support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nancy called to take my mind off things and distract me- something she is a pro at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful, for the support I have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-2870265818540675041?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/2870265818540675041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=2870265818540675041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2870265818540675041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2870265818540675041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-things-are-going.html' title='How Things are Going'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-7096632852021077886</id><published>2008-10-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:03:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>Here's the car- it sucks &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132068794014498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SQpmuzZvGyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LzAD7CQpq9s/s200/SSPX0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132063925222770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SQpmuhQ7PXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HVLlLfGyEGA/s200/SSPX0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132061016912050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SQpmuWbh8LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uswXF0PTUts/s200/SSPX0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah small fender bender. okay. &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/3522850655273519633-7096632852021077886?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/7096632852021077886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=7096632852021077886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7096632852021077886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/7096632852021077886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SQpmuzZvGyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LzAD7CQpq9s/s72-c/SSPX0601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-8707524049781482100</id><published>2008-10-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:56:42.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><title type='text'>Mum</title><content type='html'>So Last Night I got a call from Mum's phone- conversation goes as follows (&lt;em&gt;italics are my thoughts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP (Mum's Phone&lt;strong&gt;): *calls* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Mum! What's Up?&lt;br /&gt;MP: Hi this is so and so from the Fire Dept.&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;: Uh-&lt;/em&gt;oh Yes?&lt;br /&gt;MP: Is this Bethany?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;MP: You mother was involved in a small fender-bender accident- she's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;: Small Fender-bender? Why is the Fire Dept. Talking to me then&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;MP: We are taking her to .... Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Me: She's Okay&lt;em&gt;? if she was okay why is she going to the hospital, and a Small Fender Bender?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: Since she's had some back trauma in the past. She just wanted me to call and let you know so you wouldn't freak out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... Hospital&lt;em&gt;? Freak out? what's there to freak out about- she only got in a small fender-bender and the fire dept. is calling from her phone! There is nothing to freak out about!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: Yes. Alright then Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MP: *Click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't really remember the last bit, all I remember is that it ended fast.&lt;br /&gt;anyway- not a small fender-bender, Car is totaled. Mum broke two bones in her leg, her ankle and her wrist. All on her Left side. She told the Guy to go easy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Thank goodness for Home Teachers and Ward Families-&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am in WAY over my head.&lt;br /&gt;I might go crazy without their moral and car support.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few days I'm going to be pretty busy. Call (email me if you need my number) me if you want to send her something.&lt;br /&gt;Or offer me more moral support- trust me I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-8707524049781482100?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/8707524049781482100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=8707524049781482100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8707524049781482100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8707524049781482100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/mum.html' title='Mum'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-2225369224852683219</id><published>2008-10-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:44:55.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>So yesterday mum and I go to Church, we were a bit late so we just rush in find and find a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Primary program, love watching those little kids.&lt;br /&gt;Mum pointed out one and said "That was Adam in primary." This little kid was squirming and didn't keep his arms folded etc. just a little rebel- almost as cute as Adam as a kid too. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrament ends and as I am going to Sunday school and I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Divina&lt;/span&gt;! She was back from her mission to England! I knew she was coming back in September, but for three consecutive weeks mum and I were unable to make it- due to oversleeping and sickness. Anyway She's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Divina&lt;/span&gt; was Mum's visiting teacher- the best one she's ever had. Mum loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Divina&lt;/span&gt; and not undeservedly so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Divina&lt;/span&gt; is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway When I get out of Sunday School- Mum is coming towards me and she excitedly says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Divina&lt;/span&gt; is Home!!" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nod&lt;/span&gt;, mum continues "She's speaking in Monte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bello&lt;/span&gt; ward today!" (Monte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bello&lt;/span&gt; is the Spanish-speaking ward in our stake- their Sacrament meeting takes place during the last hour of our three hour block.) "Lets go and listen!"&lt;br /&gt;I look at her- "Mum, she's going to be speaking in Spanish."&lt;br /&gt;"I know!"&lt;br /&gt;"You won't understand it"&lt;br /&gt;Reed pipes up saying "I'll translate!"&lt;br /&gt;Mum says "You speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Portuguese." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Well their close enough" -Reed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At any rate, Mum goes and sits in the Monte Bello ward's Sacrament and listens to Divina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Love her. Even though she can't understand what Divina is saying, she loves and respects her enough to go and listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;(Granted the Spirit has no language barrier.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She's cute. We invited Divina for dinner next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-2225369224852683219?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/2225369224852683219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=2225369224852683219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2225369224852683219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2225369224852683219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5821156258879040075</id><published>2008-10-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:34:02.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chroniclesofkelly.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-eights.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Eights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite TV shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Andy Griffith Show&lt;br /&gt;2. Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;3. Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;5. Life with Derek (a guilty pleasure.) &lt;br /&gt;6. LOST&lt;br /&gt;7. Gilmore Girls (Not on anymore but I still loved it!)&lt;br /&gt;8. ......... Nada I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guadalahara (sp??) &lt;br /&gt;2. Claim Jumper &lt;br /&gt;3. PF Changs&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet Tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;5. The Social House (only went there once and it was ridiculously overpriced and I wasn't paying- but it was excellent Sushi!&lt;br /&gt;6. Bajia Fresh&lt;br /&gt;7. Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;8. ... Wow I really don't get out much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened yesterday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got Dressed&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Church&lt;br /&gt;3. Made Brownies (no ingredients for frosting... :[) &lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Corny Movie (LDS Pride and Prejudice)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleaned the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;6. Played Rummikub with Mum (she won both times.)  &lt;br /&gt;7. Read  &lt;br /&gt;8. Went to bed early&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8 things to look forward to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mid Term Results.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanksgiving Weekend (No Work!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting Paid&lt;br /&gt;4. Institute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading Leven Thumps (Just got it!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Waiting for Fablehaven 4 "Secrets of the Dragon Santuary" very impatiently&lt;br /&gt;7. Cooler weather!&lt;br /&gt;8. Wearing my awesome new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I love about Fall... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apple Cinnamon Salt City Candles&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling of a new begining  &lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;4. Leaves Changing Color&lt;br /&gt;5. Harvest Festival in the Ward &lt;br /&gt;6. Cooler Weather&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeans and boots  &lt;br /&gt;8. Books I have a craving for books durning Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wishlist... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Uniting my Fam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish the freaking house.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipod, Macbook&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone to run and win the presidential election that I actually LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;7. Better economy&lt;br /&gt;6. Decision on what I want to do for a living&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit New Zealand, Australia, Norway, Historical New England (both US and LDS), Nauvoo (again), Japan, The Seven Wonders, Europe&lt;br /&gt;8. Live the Mormon Dream (Ha ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People-&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum&lt;br /&gt;2. Karrae&lt;br /&gt;3. Moser (Shannon I guess...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Alexa&lt;br /&gt;5. Ari&lt;br /&gt;6. Nancy&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeff Lord&lt;br /&gt;8. Katie (Compton!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5821156258879040075?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5821156258879040075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5821156258879040075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5821156258879040075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5821156258879040075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-462001755632404767</id><published>2008-10-19T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:05:46.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SPvZWztesZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xR4AwDXdfpM/s1600-h/SSPX0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035975746498962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SPvZWztesZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xR4AwDXdfpM/s320/SSPX0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad went back to heaven this year, though he had been ill a very longtime he was stubborn and not ready to go. But when he decided it was time, we couldn't do anything to keep him with us even for a short while. I know he has gone back to Heavenly Father and that we will be together again. Families are eternal. My brother commissioned the perfect headstone. If any of you know, my dad was a greaser and has an awesome truck that was like another member of the family. It is resting in the garage. When it goes to heaven it will be white :). Thanks so much to Freddie who made this tombstone possible and going the extra mile to make it right. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-462001755632404767?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/462001755632404767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=462001755632404767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/462001755632404767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/462001755632404767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/gravestone.html' title='Gravestone'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SPvZWztesZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xR4AwDXdfpM/s72-c/SSPX0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4095801181409947701</id><published>2008-10-19T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:48:03.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another batch!</title><content type='html'>Some more pictures, Mum and I on the top&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258983212697974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupXmCa-NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3VSkUEzi-cg/s200/Mums+Brood,+Adam,+Bethany+%26+Benjamin.tif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adam, Myself and Ben on the bottom! We were showing off the quilt mum made Ben for his High School Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Professional Picture of the three of us. Siblings for eternity! Look at Ben and his sly grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYHlMagI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w8QFObTeWjg/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258983221702191618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYHlMagI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w8QFObTeWjg/s200/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and I, Love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYXnn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FsBd7aiDl60/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258983226007354770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYXnn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FsBd7aiDl60/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and I at Manti- she made me that Dress, It was my favorite Cinderella Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYhYFQcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3dhn1Z5Rjcw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258983228626518466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupYhYFQcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3dhn1Z5Rjcw/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to Right- Ari (Step-sis), Cathy (Step-Mom), Dad, Me &amp;amp; Adam- I love how Ari is looking Directly into the Camera. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupZMKK1VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XK5Hy2mdy_Q/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258983240110888274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupZMKK1VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XK5Hy2mdy_Q/s200/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last of All: me in Utah- My Fifth Birthday- I got the watermelon chair (mum made it for me). I don't fit in it as well as I did then... :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then me cleaning beets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258984814300183298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPuq00eJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2XOumIx7ILM/s200/Beth+%26+her+watermelon+chair,+Harvesting+the+beets+1994.tif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4095801181409947701?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4095801181409947701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4095801181409947701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4095801181409947701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4095801181409947701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-batch.html' title='Another batch!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPupXmCa-NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3VSkUEzi-cg/s72-c/Mums+Brood,+Adam,+Bethany+%26+Benjamin.tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4544898293284453150</id><published>2008-10-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:05:51.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commemoration of Adams Birthday- here are some lovely pictures. I found these while hunting for pictures. Such a treasure! I love these- Ben and Adam at their truest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258979671236566402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPumJdEOXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hR-xaCu2RfU/s200/Mumandboys1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258979679590776530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPumJ8MBftI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ldx21PKORWQ/s200/mumandboys2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258979683390071218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPumKKV2IbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XWZH9PDjXcs/s200/mumandboys3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not to mention my adorable mum. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; physically been there to grow up with my brothers when they were really young! Like in these pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course that would mean that by now I would be in my late twenties.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pro's&lt;/span&gt; and con's &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway I'll probably post some more pics as I find and scan them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4544898293284453150?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4544898293284453150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4544898293284453150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4544898293284453150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4544898293284453150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-commemoration-of-adams-birthday-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPumJdEOXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hR-xaCu2RfU/s72-c/Mumandboys1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-8545272406810490912</id><published>2008-10-19T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:19:21.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Adams birthday</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking much about birthdays. Today is Adams 30th birthday, where does the time go, and where was I while it was rolling by? I know I was there, for I remember being a young mom and felt that the crying babies and endless laundry would never end. I wasn't paying good enough attention because it did end in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday my little toddler was sitting in the chair with his beautiful happy face sporting a huge pair of sunglasses. He was pulling down the tv on himselft, giving him those evenly placed scars from the knobs; and he was shredding his arm from bike riding on the hill. He was in scouts and playing with Suzie. His heart was so big and loving.&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed and partook in the events. Cradled his head and held his heart while he poured out the tears and poured out mine to God for him and we kept on going. In a moment it is all over, he is grown and I missed so much of it. I missed his adolescant time, I never thought that would happen but it did, and I have missed his young adult days and now his is a man, with a plan and all I can do is pay tribute to what he is making of himself for he has harnessed that strength in him, his spirit and he is becoming that which he desires and I am proud of him. I love him, my little son. Happy birthday Adam, I love you. Mum..... And as usual, I forgot to mail his card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-8545272406810490912?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/8545272406810490912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=8545272406810490912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8545272406810490912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8545272406810490912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-on-adams-birthday.html' title='Thoughts on Adams birthday'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1013966402465627940</id><published>2008-10-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:45:51.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So being the red-blooded meat eating American I am, I like freedom- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; that is to light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that fact being said- &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdeu1bBj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/M_AntIs4Pko/s1600-h/Obama+Socialiem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257775248685764418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdeu1bBj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/M_AntIs4Pko/s200/Obama+Socialiem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257775066115885154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdekNS-SGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/m_Tvs6MiVvI/s200/Obamafobia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; So yes, I am anti- socialism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEFynU6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/FjtxePXl8j4/s1600-h/American+Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257775613856928674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEFynU6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/FjtxePXl8j4/s200/American+Dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Freedom! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEJeQCgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qg7hrILGXw0/s1600-h/socialism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257775614845258242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEJeQCgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qg7hrILGXw0/s200/socialism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange thought, I realize- and I also realize that anyone reading this blog already pretty much knows my views. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also to the people who say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEa5mehI/AAAAAAAAAEU/prALifeqwTg/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257775619523377682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdfEa5mehI/AAAAAAAAAEU/prALifeqwTg/s200/Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes He is- but Socialism doesn't work WITHOUT him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not doable-especially with such a large country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And technically- Jesus is for a Theocracy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class we were required to set up our own Utopia- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was increasingly frustrated with this project- because Utopia cannot exist unless the people are of one heart and one mind. Otherwise the natural, carnal man corrupts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when will mankind be of one heart and one mind? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't do Utopia by ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can do the best we can- but taking away people freedoms is not the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just depresses me to think of what the founding fathers must think of the state of the union now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The country is the frog, and I think we are cooking- slowly becoming accustomed to having our personal freedoms stripped away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly that scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1013966402465627940?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1013966402465627940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1013966402465627940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1013966402465627940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1013966402465627940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/socialism.html' title='Socialism!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SPdeu1bBj0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/M_AntIs4Pko/s72-c/Obama+Socialiem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1172947146747958117</id><published>2008-10-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:47:40.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a wuss</title><content type='html'>So mum gets home and, I've been sick- so I've just been home, being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how bout something for Halloween?" (prepare for Halloween :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she puts in "What Lies Beneath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched it before, when I think of a scary flick, I want to watch something like "The Others" or "Signs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "I am Legend" on mute, with subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mainly that was my doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm a wuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I scream- I scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can ask mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that movie was freaky, I only screamed once when Harrison Ford opened his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;if you've seen the movie, you know when I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though strangely I do enjoy a thriller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1172947146747958117?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1172947146747958117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1172947146747958117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1172947146747958117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1172947146747958117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-wuss.html' title='I am a wuss'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1385440824480628666</id><published>2008-10-09T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:36:58.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Adjusting.</title><content type='html'>I'm adjusting to life without Deseret Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy and Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss it- today Justin called me about something he didn't want to ask John, Marc or even Al. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUqhsiAI/AAAAAAAAADM/zy4lDvvA85Y/s1600-h/SSPX0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376764224178178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUqhsiAI/AAAAAAAAADM/zy4lDvvA85Y/s200/SSPX0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice for that moment to relive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pen I used to sign the paper, that I knew I was being "let go" :'[&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has hard however cuase I was on the bus to my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically do a bunch of office stuff, work for mum, but I have to act like she's not my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard, cause it's kind of hardwired in the noggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Peanut butter and Jam for heaven's sake! (hence the song on our playlist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUTdX34I/AAAAAAAAADE/HeKP_y5epgo/s1600-h/Great_Terrible_V6_product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376758032031618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUTdX34I/AAAAAAAAADE/HeKP_y5epgo/s200/Great_Terrible_V6_product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUh79nWI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5bSIsIKNf8/s1600-h/SSPX0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just Finished this excellent book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;available at your local Deseret Book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry hard habit to break. :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUTdX34I/AAAAAAAAADE/HeKP_y5epgo/s1600-h/Great_Terrible_V6_product.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The after I finished it I was angry at Chris Stewart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a day later I thought it was the best way to end it ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't read this series get it! It is awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUh79nWI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5bSIsIKNf8/s1600-h/SSPX0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376761918430562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUh79nWI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5bSIsIKNf8/s200/SSPX0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUh79nWI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5bSIsIKNf8/s1600-h/SSPX0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is some pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUh79nWI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5bSIsIKNf8/s1600-h/SSPX0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took of our adorable dogs while watching Conference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(which was awesome gotta love those GA's :])&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Petals was having fun with her bow, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376761760021426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s200/SSPX0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that she got when she went to the groomers. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUhWMe7I/AAAAAAAAADc/uU3KB8mlud8/s1600-h/SSPX0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brilla's pretty easy to photograph- just pet her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUgFboxI/AAAAAAAAADk/PNl7ql3dhQU/s1600-h/SSPX0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255376761421275922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUgFboxI/AAAAAAAAADk/PNl7ql3dhQU/s200/SSPX0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUgFboxI/AAAAAAAAADk/PNl7ql3dhQU/s1600-h/SSPX0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or lay out your hand like you will pet her :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1385440824480628666?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1385440824480628666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1385440824480628666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1385440824480628666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1385440824480628666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/adjusting.html' title='Adjusting.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SO7ZUqhsiAI/AAAAAAAAADM/zy4lDvvA85Y/s72-c/SSPX0443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-8690724910921009274</id><published>2008-10-01T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:10:52.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a While.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since either Mum or Myself have blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let me give you an idea of what I do all day- when I'm not at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books yay- not really fun ones. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfgxs8pHI/AAAAAAAAACk/mhvt9lFp8CM/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216975890621554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfgxs8pHI/AAAAAAAAACk/mhvt9lFp8CM/s200/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading- &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhKDBSlI/AAAAAAAAACs/I9635mx4M9s/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216982425651794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhKDBSlI/AAAAAAAAACs/I9635mx4M9s/s200/study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can you see my confusion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhKDBSlI/AAAAAAAAACs/I9635mx4M9s/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhKDBSlI/AAAAAAAAACs/I9635mx4M9s/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhuF5WfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qQOhGMxZ2cs/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216992101390834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhuF5WfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qQOhGMxZ2cs/s200/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhkaR_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O7ah87evknE/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252216989502536738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfhkaR_CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O7ah87evknE/s200/bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then of course there is the lovely bathroom that's nearly finished! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just need hot water-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; can you see our not so subtle tribute to the Plan of Happiness? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah so that's really all that's going on- My store closed on Friday- I'll post som pictures of that fun event! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have some paperwork to finish and then I work at the Green Valley store for Ladies Night- then I'm done with Deseret Book for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll miss it tons though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I already do- with the exception of all this extra time to myself I'm getting! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm off to Math. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-8690724910921009274?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/8690724910921009274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=8690724910921009274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8690724910921009274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/8690724910921009274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a While.'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SOOfgxs8pHI/AAAAAAAAACk/mhvt9lFp8CM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1738958790217118351</id><published>2008-09-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:15:54.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna!</title><content type='html'>so I'm currently going through a phase were I despise cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stand making sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a smoothie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how pathetic it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will of course- because unfortunately eating is something that we mere mortals must do to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll snap out of it at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when I get hungry enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bad for Mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1738958790217118351?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1738958790217118351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1738958790217118351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1738958790217118351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1738958790217118351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-6734912716369735341</id><published>2008-09-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:39:06.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><content type='html'>Though the store is closing and ultimately I am out of a job- it is a relief and kind of a &lt;em&gt;twisted joy&lt;/em&gt; to tell customers "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Ma'am I cannot transfer anything"&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry I guess we're out of that."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry we are not imprinting anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"The store is closing so we don't have much."&lt;br /&gt;or "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Basically it's nice not to have to be a kiss up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially to those few, who are jerks- the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;passive-aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ones particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It feels good to be able to subtextually say-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I don't have to please your every whim ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't have to answer to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I don't even care if you talk to my boss about how horrible I am- because in about 2 months (or less) I won't work here anymore! ha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to get the last laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-6734912716369735341?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/6734912716369735341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=6734912716369735341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6734912716369735341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/6734912716369735341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5053580677997780748</id><published>2008-09-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:50:24.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Griffith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Just can't help it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHFXwx7I/AAAAAAAAACM/hLR5na1lKyk/s1600-h/Andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104881634494386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHFXwx7I/AAAAAAAAACM/hLR5na1lKyk/s200/Andy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help being the dork I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHXSMkEI/AAAAAAAAACc/7IhXvf8nILs/s1600-h/andy_griffith_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104886442987586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHXSMkEI/AAAAAAAAACc/7IhXvf8nILs/s200/andy_griffith_show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love The Andy Griffith Show-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have all 8 seasons on DVD and sometimes I'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "I'm craving Andy, or Mayberry or Barney Fife."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I particularly like the first 5 seasons which are in Black and White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I Love the Show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I got interested when John Bytheway mentioned it in his talk &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104027236876050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMM_VWffvxI/AAAAAAAAACE/6aj4Lr6oGOk/s320/JB+TV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;on CD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Turn of the TV and get a Life! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Bytheway did the Best impression of Barney I have EVER heard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHMc9kmI/AAAAAAAAACU/yvwiU2SJTnU/s1600-h/Barney+Fife+MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104883535352418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHMc9kmI/AAAAAAAAACU/yvwiU2SJTnU/s200/Barney+Fife+MD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I love the SHow because it' s in a simpler time, Hotel rooms were $7!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the Shows when Andy is guiding Opie- He really is a great dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or when Andy is cleaning up Barney's Mess and then Credits Barney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the Show is fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should watch it. &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/3522850655273519633-5053580677997780748?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5053580677997780748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5053580677997780748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5053580677997780748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5053580677997780748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-cant-help-it.html' title='Just can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SMNAHFXwx7I/AAAAAAAAACM/hLR5na1lKyk/s72-c/Andy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-2144595821614177495</id><published>2008-09-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:11:29.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So With School things are getting really really busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is My Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays- Guitar and Math (2 hours long!!) Work&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays- English &amp;amp; History - Off go to Institute&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays- Guitar &amp;amp; Math-Work&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays- English &amp;amp; History - Work&lt;br /&gt;Fridays- Piano (3 Hours!!) -Work&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Work half day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I take a Friday Class. I have no time to study except, Saturday &amp;amp; Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;With the store Closing work is getting busy too.&lt;br /&gt;While in one of my previous blogs I complained about the customers knowing that the store is closing and them being rude.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that it is out in the open. I can be completely honest with people. &lt;br /&gt;And We are happier! (we being the employees of Deseret Book Bonanza) We are in better moods- we're sad about the store closing, but we are happy that we can tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;so that's all- off to study!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-2144595821614177495?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/2144595821614177495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=2144595821614177495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2144595821614177495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/2144595821614177495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-5019969519250733821</id><published>2008-09-03T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:26:49.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music playlist</title><content type='html'>so I thought that I would briefly explain our music playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a combination of songs that both of us listen to either separately or together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of it is stuff we both listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-though if I had my way Landslide by the Dixie Chicks would not be on here (the most overplayed song on the radio in it's time! *rolls eyes and gags* maybe I would like it more if I hadn't heard it fifteen times in a 2 hour period)&lt;br /&gt;-The Earl Song however is a camp thing for me, my first Girls camp ever we listened to that song every half hour- and sang at the top of our lungs! so I can't help but love it.&lt;br /&gt;-strangely Mum wanted the Green Day song, I don't know where that came from- but apparently she likes it! The same goes for the Goo Goo Dolls song Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I remember when I was listening to that song when it was popular on the radio- she asked me who sang the song and I replied "The Goo Goo Dolls" Mum- "The Goo Goo Dolls? what kind of name is THAT?" :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stuff we both Like for instance; Michael Buble, Josh Groban, John Mayer, Keane, Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband, Kenneth Cope, Barry Manilow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then those random songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Featherbed is classic- we love that song!&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of songs/ artists I need to add. Like The Beach Boys, Michael McLean and Randy Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the playlist is basically a combination of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;I will probably keep adding to it as I find and think of songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-5019969519250733821?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/5019969519250733821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=5019969519250733821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5019969519250733821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/5019969519250733821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-playlist.html' title='Music playlist'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-238498793919329415</id><published>2008-09-02T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:10:46.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canning Zucchini Relish at midnight</title><content type='html'>Up late canning zuchinni relish:&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it? Cost $2.72 per quart.&lt;br /&gt;Flavor? Better than any pickle relish around.&lt;br /&gt;Time? Lost sleep because I had to do it after institute tonight and I am still processing and cooking - tomorrow no good as I have my graphic design class.&lt;br /&gt;Why? - Because I can and it is a tradition, part of my culture a blending of past generations of women who magnified their abilities and at the same time created something worthwhile, artistic (it is beautiful) and easy to share. And art that I share with my daughter and create a memory that will continue on. I hope to teach Bethany that there is nothing she can't do or attempt. Build confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Value -  priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-238498793919329415?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/238498793919329415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=238498793919329415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/238498793919329415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/238498793919329415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/canning-zucchini-relish-at-midnight.html' title='Canning Zucchini Relish at midnight'/><author><name>J9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643631451748785977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbpwt6naAoY/SLw5nQNhdqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REQuPI7fmq0/S220/Mums+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-691099854307670591</id><published>2008-09-01T11:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:14:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DB Bonanza Closing</title><content type='html'>my Deseret Book Store is closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons being&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lease is up&lt;br /&gt;2. The Demographics of the Area no longer support a store.&lt;br /&gt;If there suddenly is an explosion of LDS members living on the East side- a Deseret Book will open. So tell your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I've worked in the store for Two years; it was 2 years on August 15. And Since then the store has been slowly dying. There are days where I go for almost three hours without a customer. And when someone does come in they buy an Ensign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really is the Best for the Store. I know it and I feel it. (That doesn't mean I'm not sad!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purpose of Deseret Book is to make a profit and provide a return for the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our store is no longer doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey you think it's bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are three other locations in the Valley- so you might have to drive another 20 minutes to another store. I'm losing my job here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that my boss didn't offer me a job at the Green Valley/Anthem Store. but without transportation it's difficult, and they already have a full staff and Three people with Full-Time. So it would be pretty useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday my boss posted a sign saying that we are closing. Lots of people walked right by it- and anyone who did mention it, they were nice about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sat. the rudest people came in, and when they asked about it and talked about it-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it was like they were blaming ME for the store closing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this one customer who came in, in a huff. she saw the sign then she goes up to Sariah and asks for Black Economy Scriptures (those are the most popular when Seminary is starting) Sariah tells her we sold out- she asks that if she brought a set in would we imprint them for her. Sariah tells her no, that John doesn't allow that anymore (it's actually a corporate thing). exasperated the lady exclaims&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well no wonder you guys are closing!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She walks out angrily- still in a huff and yells&lt;/span&gt; "Great now my kid won't have his name on his scriptures!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Customers like that make me want to beat them with a rubber duck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though admittedly she was angry when she walked in- it seemed like she had a rough day- and she wanted to take it out on everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So that night- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in a funk.&lt;/span&gt; I finally started crying about my store. It was just a few tears but it felt good to get them out. With the Sahara and Centennial poaching on stuff in our store and john taking half the store to Green Valley, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the customers having the nerve to blame ME for the store closing- It finally felt real, and it is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I met Alexa in my store- we've had SO many good times- and she left the store in my hands when she went to BYU. It's been a part of my life for 2 years. I've nurtured it and cared for it- and now it's being taken from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry I failed you Alexa. I did what I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday wasn't so bad when I mentioned it to people in my ward- they understand that it's me who suffers. They think of me as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I am grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-691099854307670591?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/691099854307670591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=691099854307670591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/691099854307670591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/691099854307670591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-deseret-book-store-is-closing.html' title='DB Bonanza Closing'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4467302439735511476</id><published>2008-09-01T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:12:54.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog....ever!&lt;br /&gt;Since it has taken me several hours to get this much done I need to quit and go hang towel racks in the 'new' bathroom and see if I can get the ceiling fan to work. Have a great Labor Day everyone. We got steaks and homework waiting for us today. BTW I must say I have a beautiful daughter and some really cute babies! Love to all. j9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4467302439735511476?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4467302439735511476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4467302439735511476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4467302439735511476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4467302439735511476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first.html' title='My First'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-1298601834180428348</id><published>2008-08-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:26:38.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's not paying the school tution that hurts- it's paying for the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent&lt;strong&gt; $297.25&lt;/strong&gt; on books for Three classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of Hugh Nibleys &lt;em&gt;huge &lt;/em&gt;books is cheaper than $100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school but hate buying books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have an A-Mah-zing english Professor.&lt;br /&gt;Well- maybe I shouldn't speak so soon.&lt;br /&gt;so far however the class looks like it will be fun- which will balance out my History Professors aversion to technology and the phone. He won't take student e-mails or phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-1298601834180428348?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/1298601834180428348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=1298601834180428348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1298601834180428348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/1298601834180428348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-823665137903584071</id><published>2008-08-25T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:43:16.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I am</title><content type='html'>I owe to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. she's pretty darn amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'd be what I'd be like without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have such a good time. even just working on the house (which is an ongoing project) I just can't help but have a good time- mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not the best when it comes to planning FHE, however we always have random spiritual disscussions. We also try to take institute classes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss her in Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-823665137903584071?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/823665137903584071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=823665137903584071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/823665137903584071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/823665137903584071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-i-am.html' title='Everything I am'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-3857891214378686188</id><published>2008-08-25T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:19:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2008</title><content type='html'>First day is done! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully was able to add the Math 97 class- which is a relief- I didn't want to wait until next semester to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me actually enjoys math- maybe it's because I've started from the begining again- and I understand it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-3857891214378686188?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/3857891214378686188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=3857891214378686188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3857891214378686188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/3857891214378686188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-2008.html' title='Fall 2008'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-4799810330130903134</id><published>2008-08-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:37:02.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Second post!</title><content type='html'>First day of Fall term tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fitting because I haven't post on here since the first day of summer term.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Guitar, Math, Piano, English and History this Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm just testing myself- seeing how I'll fare up at BYU-I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is being planned for Fall of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get up to 30 credits before I can transfer without taking the ACT or SAT.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather take some credits down here first rather than at the much harder school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus yay for the Millenium!&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522850655273519633-4799810330130903134?l=j9andbethany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/feeds/4799810330130903134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522850655273519633&amp;postID=4799810330130903134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4799810330130903134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522850655273519633/posts/default/4799810330130903134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j9andbethany.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-post.html' title='Second post!'/><author><name>Bethany Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14512899774709291141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xAHGUW-tQ/SLwp7GV9odI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SDqIonncnlg/S220/Copy+of+bridesmaids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522850655273519633.post-6949109200881376748</id><published>2008-06-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:39:30.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first one</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first blog, on 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