<?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-1290665161912129220</id><updated>2011-08-12T20:03:50.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Charmed</title><subtitle type='html'>“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” Oscar Wilde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6459643562678574568</id><published>2008-10-30T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:36:27.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have created a new blog. It can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.blessedthrice.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.blessedthrice.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6459643562678574568?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6459643562678574568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6459643562678574568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4636583995739621669</id><published>2008-10-16T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:54:02.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Pioneers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I volunteered in Luke's classroom.  Three by three I took kids out to work on an art project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In came there three darling boys, arms around each other's necks.  One of them declared, "We are best friends."  Another, "We do everything together." And finally, "We are the three pioneers."  They all looked at pioneer boy.  Another friend finally piped in, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;.  We are the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4636583995739621669?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4636583995739621669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4636583995739621669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-pioneers.html' title='The Three Pioneers'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6410392393471290058</id><published>2008-10-15T17:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:30:04.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of History</title><content type='html'>My lovely Aunt Naomi came to visit Provo in August. I love my Aunts. They are such great women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought with her a pile of old pictures. I decided I needed a copy of said pictures, so Aunt Naomi and I went to Rite-Aide to scan them. First off, we stood behind a newly-married couple who were deciding which wedding pictures to have printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side-bar: Holy cow, print them all, they are only 16 cents...heck, my mom will even pay for it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side-side-bar: Who gets wedding pictures printed at Rite-Aide anyhow??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Naomi and I had a nice visit while we waited, and waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is of my Aunt Naomi (far left), Grandpa Lunceford, Claudia (me mum), Rodger (me da) and my wee cousin, Benton. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I felt Scottish there for a moment.&lt;/em&gt; Anyways. I am guessing I am in my mum's tummy. What other explaination is there for me not being present in the Yuletide photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently realized I come from a long line of beautiful, sexy women. Look at my aunt, below. Farrah had nothing on her. And for a mom, my mom has always been beautiful. My friends always told me my mom was "so pretty." I was like no way, she is a mom. Now, I totally see she has always been beautiful. Sorry mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533697503854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCtJdAEI/AAAAAAAABK4/Oni5o0v7AXk/s400/fs_94745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And look at my Grandma Lunceford (below), she was a super, sexy grandma. She had the best legs, ever. I tell ya. She was always a real looker. And she always dressed nicely and had her hair and nails done. My dad often did her nails. And...she never colored her hair. She had midnight black hair until she died. Amazing. (She would die if she knew I posted her picture on the internet!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCWT0OsI/AAAAAAAABKw/re1xQMQ6i9E/s1600-h/fs_94725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533691373304514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCWT0OsI/AAAAAAAABKw/re1xQMQ6i9E/s400/fs_94725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took my kids downtown Salt Lake right before school started back up to show them where my Grandma and Grandpa Lunceford got married. They got married in this beautiful, old court house. They were later sealed in the Salt Lake Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533699413512354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDC0QwEKI/AAAAAAAABLI/eW-KHYPmGKs/s400/082508+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCm0PvpI/AAAAAAAABLA/1nJX2plXt0s/s1600-h/082508+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533695804292754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCm0PvpI/AAAAAAAABLA/1nJX2plXt0s/s400/082508+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDDBy0f5I/AAAAAAAABLQ/oI9TolPYVi0/s1600-h/082508+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533703046070162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDDBy0f5I/AAAAAAAABLQ/oI9TolPYVi0/s400/082508+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love families and being tied together. It was so fun to hang with Aunt Naomi. Here she is today, still as beautiful as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257537520883760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaGhQWQfPI/AAAAAAAABLY/KELUsReR8tQ/s400/082508+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final side-bar (do I even use that term correctly??): If I look like I had climbed a mountain before I had this picture taken, I had. It was the day we hiked the Y. I am so proud I was still standing by 9 pm. My aunt barely was-as I accidently gave her almost triple her normal evening dose of her nite meds. She, my mom and I all take the same med for neuropathic pain. When I am at my mom's house, I always get the pills for my mom and I. Well, since Aunt Naomi was there, I just handed her one when I was passing them out. My mom and I take 800 mgs and, as it turns out, Aunt Na only takes 300 mgs before bed. But no worries, she had the best sleep of her life and the stuff can't hurt ya :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6410392393471290058?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6410392393471290058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6410392393471290058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/piece-of-history.html' title='A Piece of History'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPaDCtJdAEI/AAAAAAAABK4/Oni5o0v7AXk/s72-c/fs_94745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3800978902171253047</id><published>2008-10-14T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:03:46.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver's Tail</title><content type='html'>Oliver has been asked (we won't name names at this time) to start his own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has agreed to do it, on certain terms. His "tail" will be told his way, and his way only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oliverstail.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://oliverstail.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave a comment if you know who has invited Oliver off this blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3800978902171253047?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3800978902171253047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3800978902171253047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/olivers-tale.html' title='Oliver&apos;s Tail'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1067434632249007703</id><published>2008-10-14T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:04:37.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musician</title><content type='html'>Ali is a very busy little musician these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is preparing for a Halloween concert (Suzuki style), a Christmas concert with the Jordan Youth Symphony and songs with the ward choir for their Christmas program. (I need to find her a flute solo. If you know of any good Christmas flute solos, let me know!!!) Plus, she has all her regular band stuff. I can barely keep her music straight. I don't know how she plays it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is playing the flute and picc with all her groups. She loves music so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPViISKtMCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_HRFH48EqM4/s1600-h/101408+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216034480140322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPViISKtMCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_HRFH48EqM4/s400/101408+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ali playing the picc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPViIubsW4I/AAAAAAAABKE/CIUsf6xYT1Q/s1600-h/101408+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257216042067581826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPViIubsW4I/AAAAAAAABKE/CIUsf6xYT1Q/s400/101408+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ali with her flute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are not great pictures of her; as I am trying to be sneaky and couldn't use a flash :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1067434632249007703?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1067434632249007703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1067434632249007703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/musician.html' title='Musician'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPViISKtMCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_HRFH48EqM4/s72-c/101408+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-129070916592273923</id><published>2008-10-13T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:49:37.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Favorite Words</title><content type='html'>from Kat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, when I get married I am going to carry a wand, not flowers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-129070916592273923?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/129070916592273923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/129070916592273923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-favorite-words.html' title='Past Favorite Words'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8652825268015174525</id><published>2008-10-12T08:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:09:48.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning SLC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIhMEH294I/AAAAAAAABJs/qET2c-xzlj4/s1600-h/101208+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256300206243641218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIhMEH294I/AAAAAAAABJs/qET2c-xzlj4/s400/101208+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256270078986937282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIFybWH48I/AAAAAAAABIk/3IXMWSmDOXg/s400/snow!+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256270074849769394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIFyL7vt7I/AAAAAAAABIc/57Je1mM7X3Q/s400/snow!+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIGpyvIepI/AAAAAAAABJE/LuFUerNpFdA/s1600-h/snow!+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271030158654098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIGpyvIepI/AAAAAAAABJE/LuFUerNpFdA/s400/snow!+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256270524213569506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIGMV8bJ-I/AAAAAAAABI8/mg8UUJM0AZE/s400/snow!+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256294241154649890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIbw2b0TyI/AAAAAAAABJc/Bq5ADVDlEVo/s400/101208+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256294244806689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIbxECiAVI/AAAAAAAABJk/i0BiHEQx0Oo/s400/101208+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIGpy_BnKI/AAAAAAAABJM/mpIPXBk8l_4/s1600-h/snow!+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8652825268015174525?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8652825268015174525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8652825268015174525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-slc.html' title='Good Morning SLC!!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SPIhMEH294I/AAAAAAAABJs/qET2c-xzlj4/s72-c/101208+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2117563993540971910</id><published>2008-10-09T19:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:38:04.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Royal Highness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oliver has taken over Kat's doll bed.  He loves it with his whole heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6xooAw5mI/AAAAAAAABHg/wK6k3SGWX-8/s1600-h/100908+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255333126681454178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6xooAw5mI/AAAAAAAABHg/wK6k3SGWX-8/s400/100908+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6xopEmXSI/AAAAAAAABHo/O0laIbWISXQ/s1600-h/100908+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255333126965976354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6xopEmXSI/AAAAAAAABHo/O0laIbWISXQ/s400/100908+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2117563993540971910?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2117563993540971910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2117563993540971910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/his-royal-highness.html' title='His Royal Highness'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6xooAw5mI/AAAAAAAABHg/wK6k3SGWX-8/s72-c/100908+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2712041461547715118</id><published>2008-10-09T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:39:53.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ali hadn't been home, sick from school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6yWpThFYI/AAAAAAAABHw/zmqKnLal_sA/s1600-h/100908+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255333917302527362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6yWpThFYI/AAAAAAAABHw/zmqKnLal_sA/s400/100908+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...she couldn't have taken this great picture of my favorite feline and I taking a "cat nap" together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2712041461547715118?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2712041461547715118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2712041461547715118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-ali-hadnt-been-home-sick-from-school.html' title='If Ali hadn&apos;t been home, sick from school...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO6yWpThFYI/AAAAAAAABHw/zmqKnLal_sA/s72-c/100908+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8613760674215949679</id><published>2008-10-08T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:04:31.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Better late than never??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10FwkjsRI/AAAAAAAABGw/imCdwD_NFWo/s1600-h/082508+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983982497640722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10FwkjsRI/AAAAAAAABGw/imCdwD_NFWo/s400/082508+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254984003246951826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10G93lDZI/AAAAAAAABHI/Dzf0LwBTZ7E/s400/082508+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10GRSo19I/AAAAAAAABG4/xAKvT9HpJMA/s1600-h/082508+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983991280850898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10GRSo19I/AAAAAAAABG4/xAKvT9HpJMA/s400/082508+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10Gmad3uI/AAAAAAAABHA/3j6IK-80PfU/s1600-h/082508+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254983996950830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10Gmad3uI/AAAAAAAABHA/3j6IK-80PfU/s400/082508+170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254984005465563810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10HGIiYqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/zsOR4ltjPRU/s400/082508+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ok, seriously.  Luke wore this shirt today, during the middle of the tooth trama talked about further down in my blog.  His shirt looked exactly the same after the water spilled out of his numbed-up mouth.  Too funny)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8613760674215949679?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8613760674215949679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8613760674215949679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-school-2008.html' title='First Day of School 2008'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO10FwkjsRI/AAAAAAAABGw/imCdwD_NFWo/s72-c/082508+168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2909462832413531244</id><published>2008-10-08T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:58:28.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister is the most amazing seamstress. I hate her for it. After getting inspiration from my SIL, Stacy, I made this blanket for Kat. Stacy has made like a million huge ones like this, but I am going to start out with three smaller ones.  They are about 5.5' X 4'.  A perfect little blanket for little kiddos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blanket is denim on one side and fleece on the other.  It is warm and fuzzy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for Ali and Luke's!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982400149156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1ypp3R8ZI/AAAAAAAABGY/3RfBbbDdG-s/s400/100808+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982399942842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1yppGF2QI/AAAAAAAABGg/trnkUvldTxQ/s400/100808+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254982402093292802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1ypxGzHQI/AAAAAAAABGo/OElTsH-iEYI/s400/100808+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2909462832413531244?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2909462832413531244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2909462832413531244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1ypp3R8ZI/AAAAAAAABGY/3RfBbbDdG-s/s72-c/100808+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-827408760092218774</id><published>2008-10-08T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:05:55.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoicing over Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who see Luke regularly, you know about his freaky front tooth. You can kind of see the strange looking baby tooth there in the front. He has his two permanent front teeth AND that silly little baby tooth!  Anyways, today is the day the dentist took it out, hurray! We love you, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roundy&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, he is a great dentist if you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile looks so much better. I am so happy it finally got taken out. I am not one to stress over baby teeth too much. I figured it would come out on its own. But, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Roundy&lt;/span&gt; told me it would have NEVER come out on its own. Can you see the massively long root on that tooth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We better go to bed so the tooth fairy can come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1wf-Njh6I/AAAAAAAABGQ/oDJTP-K9Egw/s1600-h/082508+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980034789345186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1wf-Njh6I/AAAAAAAABGQ/oDJTP-K9Egw/s400/082508+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Before the tooth was taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1u2Tv2a-I/AAAAAAAABGA/I16BSSgvQiA/s1600-h/100808+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254978219504200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1u2Tv2a-I/AAAAAAAABGA/I16BSSgvQiA/s400/100808+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: Tonight's Jack-O-Lantern smile. Isn't it going to be beautiful? After $4000 worth of braces one day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1u2twDb-I/AAAAAAAABGI/OwBmOJlw0HY/s1600-h/100808+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254978226484375522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1u2twDb-I/AAAAAAAABGI/OwBmOJlw0HY/s400/100808+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: The 'root' of the problem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-827408760092218774?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/827408760092218774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/827408760092218774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/rejoicing-over-lost-tooth.html' title='Rejoicing over Lost Tooth'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SO1wf-Njh6I/AAAAAAAABGQ/oDJTP-K9Egw/s72-c/082508+172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3495929595776678363</id><published>2008-10-08T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:31:57.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding Insult to Injury</title><content type='html'>This morning, at 8 am, Luke had a cavity fixed and his lovely front tooth pulled.  After an hour in the dental chair, I took him back to school.  I am the room helper on Wednesday mornings, so I stayed in his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes back at school, he had a little break down.  Actually, it was probably mild shock.  His teacher asked me if I wanted to give him an Advil because he kept saying it hurt.  So, she got him an Advil and a cup to drink with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time, I am working with a group of 6 other students.  The next thing I know, he is still crying and the whole front of his shirt is wet.  When I asked him what the heck happened, he started crying for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't keep the water in my mouth when I took the pill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby.  The good news is he is ok now and went back to have gym time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3495929595776678363?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3495929595776678363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3495929595776678363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/adding-insult-to-injury.html' title='Adding Insult to Injury'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4364987602919162018</id><published>2008-10-07T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:54:26.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Utah Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOwgdz6_gsI/AAAAAAAABFw/L-LO0xTUfvs/s1600-h/wed.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254610561760461506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOwgdz6_gsI/AAAAAAAABFw/L-LO0xTUfvs/s400/wed.gif" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, Sunny &amp;amp; Clear, 70/43 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOwgd_D9s-I/AAAAAAAABF4/6Y8mOPcClik/s1600-h/fri.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254610564750881762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOwgd_D9s-I/AAAAAAAABF4/6Y8mOPcClik/s400/fri.gif" width="98" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday, Chance of snow, 50/27 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4364987602919162018?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4364987602919162018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4364987602919162018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-love-utah-weather.html' title='Gotta Love Utah Weather'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOwgdz6_gsI/AAAAAAAABFw/L-LO0xTUfvs/s72-c/wed.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6363796389154361863</id><published>2008-10-05T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:46:22.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I'm tagged? What does that mean? Six weird things about me? I am SO not weird. I had to ask my mom to tell me weird things about me. Weird thing, she had no problem coming up with weird things about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://theolson5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Morgen&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me. Is this what I get for watching her kids? And let me tell you, she is a bit weirder than I first thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I carry a camera everywhere and often take pictures as I am driving. I have even taken pictures of cops before. Really. This is the time to rob a bank. Not one cop is out on the streets&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253877496238553618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOmFvyC3uhI/AAAAAAAABFY/y32xzBhR408/s400/090708+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2. I still sleep with a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;3. I own a &lt;a href="http://thenelsonbrothers.com/"&gt;Nelson&lt;/a&gt; CD.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have helped Ali lock Luke in a locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253878900290195378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOmHBgi3j7I/AAAAAAAABFg/xXxcg_Pp4cU/s400/081308+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253878906417654658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOmHB3XxK4I/AAAAAAAABFo/-9m8L3Rh9ag/s400/081308+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 5. I have made dentists do my check-up without actually touching my teeth. I CANNOT stand to have my teeth touched.&lt;br /&gt;6. I frequently crawl around on the floor to scare my innocent and unsuspecting kids. They love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tag &lt;a href="http://soelbergstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jdsorensen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.aeabradshaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea of Colorado&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.millionsix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; Nomad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theglemser6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy of Arizona&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shaneandshila.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shila&lt;/span&gt; of Washington.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dana, so help me, you better not write Josh's!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6363796389154361863?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6363796389154361863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6363796389154361863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOmFvyC3uhI/AAAAAAAABFY/y32xzBhR408/s72-c/090708+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4733352399415849808</id><published>2008-10-05T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:12:42.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on cobwebs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlJuJcWVRI/AAAAAAAABFA/095_kzCwjks/s1600-h/100508+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253811497462027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlJuJcWVRI/AAAAAAAABFA/095_kzCwjks/s400/100508+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlJuT0eVnI/AAAAAAAABFI/ay_pikgFrpU/s1600-h/100508+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253811500247570034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlJuT0eVnI/AAAAAAAABFI/ay_pikgFrpU/s400/100508+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4733352399415849808?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4733352399415849808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4733352399415849808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-drops-on-cobwebs.html' title='Raindrops on cobwebs...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlJuJcWVRI/AAAAAAAABFA/095_kzCwjks/s72-c/100508+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4678343933375612046</id><published>2008-10-05T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:10:41.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' in the Rain</title><content type='html'>We have had rain all weekend.  Which is a nice change.  We usually have beautiful, sunny, weather the weekend of General Congerence; which makes it harder to focus on Conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Oliver trying to figure out the unbrella thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzGvlD0I/AAAAAAAABEo/koZdfKGKqxM/s1600-h/100508+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253810483125096258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzGvlD0I/AAAAAAAABEo/koZdfKGKqxM/s400/100508+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzSaEPCI/AAAAAAAABEw/oMow9Mz2xeg/s1600-h/100508+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253810486256090146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzSaEPCI/AAAAAAAABEw/oMow9Mz2xeg/s400/100508+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzXixpeI/AAAAAAAABE4/Jr7ubqmfnl8/s1600-h/100508+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253810487634798050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzXixpeI/AAAAAAAABE4/Jr7ubqmfnl8/s400/100508+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253810481299276594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIy_8RQzI/AAAAAAAABEg/UFVKpCQ_9sA/s400/100508+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Really, Kat?  Oliver can't get a drink of water in the dry house???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4678343933375612046?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4678343933375612046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4678343933375612046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/singin-in-rain.html' title='Singin&apos; in the Rain'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOlIzGvlD0I/AAAAAAAABEo/koZdfKGKqxM/s72-c/100508+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-786289594736202495</id><published>2008-10-02T22:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:06:46.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Soccer</title><content type='html'>I am ashamed to admit that my mom didn't know that soccer had started for Ali. Shame on my posting skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali loves soccer. It is her sport of choice. Fall soccer has been lovely. Haven't gotten frost-bite once, but I have gotten sunburned :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252779217643628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe3jcz6bI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7FGUlbOYOKQ/s400/090708+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my girl; my pink hating girl. She is number 2. She hates pinks and loves the number 13. Life sucks for her right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252779212298311234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe3PiY1kI/AAAAAAAABEA/4WHZQ66_GV8/s400/090708+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252779220024242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe3sUZL1I/AAAAAAAABEI/q2bZZfvyeHw/s400/090708+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252779210008163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe3HAX9nI/AAAAAAAABD4/NXFkVMULbFQ/s400/092208+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, that is Ali on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252779227663617122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe4IxwzGI/AAAAAAAABEY/2E6mf5myXl8/s400/090708+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my "shame on ME" picture. We think he was collecting cans. "Mom, can I give him your reacher, grabber, thing??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She plays her games Saturday afternoons if anyone wants to come and cheer on the Pinkertons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-786289594736202495?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/786289594736202495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/786289594736202495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-soccer.html' title='Fall Soccer'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWe3jcz6bI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7FGUlbOYOKQ/s72-c/090708+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6903598288690986742</id><published>2008-10-02T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:17:04.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>My one true, and abiding love is the library and what is houses--BOOKS. Small books, large books, long books, short books, books in English, books in Spanish, books about how much people love books. I should write a book about my love of books, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I decided to "run" into the library tonight. Yes, it only takes an hour to "run" into the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked with the greatest librarian ever. Kat saw a book at school, but didn't know the name of it. This is what she knew about it: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it is big, has pictures, has words and won some award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly, is she my child?? Good thing the library didn't think I was wacko when I gave her that description! And lo and behold, she knew what book Kat was talking about. It isn't currently checked in, but we put it on hold. For some reason, Kat actually thought she might suddenly get the book before we left the building. Crazy Kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Invention-Hugo-Cabret-Brian-Selznick/dp/0439813786"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252771686721103730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWYBMk9p3I/AAAAAAAABDw/0mbIF465LrU/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were waiting for the amazingly friendly, amazingly smart librarian, I over heard a conversation between the librarian and a teenage girl (Hannah, Ali goes to school with her). Miss teenager was asking after the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Collectors-Saga-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316033413/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223006481&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; books. She was told they were all checked out. I piped in and told her that I just saw &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Host-Novel-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316068047/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223006570&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt; on the self and she might want to read it until she gets the Twilight books. Here was our conversation...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hannah (teenager): I would like to read the Twilight books. Where are they located?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Librarian: They are all checked out, but I could put them on hold for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunni: I just saw The Host on the shelf if you want a Stephanie Meyer's book.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hannah: Oh, I don't want to read them out of order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunni: No worries. It is a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; book and story. It doesn't have vampires in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hannah: Vampires? I don't want to read about vampires.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunni: Stunned Silence, I had no more to add to that conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I love books, I love reading. My greatest fear is not being able to read all the books I want to before I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6903598288690986742?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6903598288690986742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6903598288690986742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWYBMk9p3I/AAAAAAAABDw/0mbIF465LrU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-282546443824108603</id><published>2008-10-02T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:49:02.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals, Smoals</title><content type='html'>Those of you who read my blog, know that I made a goal to post more pictures of my kids and less of animals. Well, I have decided goals are complety over rated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors, who have a beautiful, barking, golden lab, are out of town. So, we have been "helping" our other neighbor take care of him by taking him on all sorts of walks. Socko loves it and it helps him bark less at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is dedicated to the love of Socko and Oliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252766112514802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWS8vCnglI/AAAAAAAABDQ/EhZRR_enGPE/s400/100308+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252766104775879538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWS8SNg63I/AAAAAAAABDI/_bkRHbNPBlA/s400/100308+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice Kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252766119828282658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWS9KSSXSI/AAAAAAAABDY/VJKjiyVPo6s/s400/100308+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252766117350505938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWS9BDifdI/AAAAAAAABDg/s7EfkSKpQGI/s400/100308+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, look, I do have a kid!!! We couldn't pass up the fire hydrant picture!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252768327520237778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWU9qlEONI/AAAAAAAABDo/FZXVCuzxYK8/s400/100308+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Headed up to the school playground before Ali headed to Mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bce531eccdbc515f" 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://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbce531eccdbc515f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3703D048DD95D95E8569637ACF5D5618D2F0E3CD.3D668D9D1472A52783AE0A5C2145C9FEA319C00B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbce531eccdbc515f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR8cx8dbYW7hykHJUKxXeeXHV9Iw&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://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbce531eccdbc515f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3703D048DD95D95E8569637ACF5D5618D2F0E3CD.3D668D9D1472A52783AE0A5C2145C9FEA319C00B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbce531eccdbc515f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR8cx8dbYW7hykHJUKxXeeXHV9Iw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The all-time funniest part of the playground was Socko's reaction to swings. He was pretty sure swinging was going to kill the kids!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-282546443824108603?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bce531eccdbc515f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/282546443824108603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/282546443824108603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals-smoals.html' title='Goals, Smoals'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SOWS8vCnglI/AAAAAAAABDQ/EhZRR_enGPE/s72-c/100308+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6555547397675111539</id><published>2008-09-30T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:49:52.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 minutes after happiness...</title><content type='html'>next thing i hear is a police siren, right out front. of coarse i go running. "don't worry mom, it was just &lt;strong&gt;brother nigbur&lt;/strong&gt;." so, that is funny and friendly? to give me a nervous breakdow?? good thing we love him so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6555547397675111539?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6555547397675111539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6555547397675111539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-minutes-after-happiness.html' title='5 minutes after happiness...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6061871124195353525</id><published>2008-09-30T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:53:08.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>listening to your children playing happily together in the front yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6061871124195353525?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6061871124195353525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6061871124195353525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4818410119334466044</id><published>2008-09-30T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:02:15.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight I was doing dishes and got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen is on one end of a hallway with the bedrooms on the other. There is a bathroom halfway down they hall. Well, I stood in the kitchen and hollered down the hall, "Luke, come quick!" Then I quickly and quietly slipped into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Luke came right away. Yes, I jumped out at him! Ha ha. He fell to the ground laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, all in all, no kids were hurt in my frivolity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4818410119334466044?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4818410119334466044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4818410119334466044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/mean-mom.html' title='Sneaky Mom'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-148489403029068985</id><published>2008-09-28T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:11:24.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pericles</title><content type='html'>Just so people don't think that all we did this weekend was make &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/"&gt;Jibjab&lt;/a&gt; clips (cause it only took up 75% of our weekend :)), I wanted to let you all know of a wonderful play going on at BYU right now. It is directed by a great friend and lover of Shakespeare, Topher Clark. Please check out his blog, &lt;a href="http://thejollyporter.blogspot.com/"&gt;jolly porter&lt;/a&gt;, for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids loved it. I love watching any Shakespeare production done by Topher. I always seem to understand them better. I do not have the complex mind for Shakespeare that my Dad, Mom, brother and sister have. How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids had many questions about parts they felt were left out (like people they felt should have been executed). So, I know they understood it and were completely engaged by it. They are still talking about it. 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width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bHQ9MTIyMjU3ODgwODA4OCZwdD*xMjIyNTc4ODI3OTAxJnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9MjAyMzEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*1NWM2Y2ExMTE1NDE*ZjVlYjZkMzMxNzcxOGY*ZTkxNA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3907973197787411066?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3907973197787411066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3907973197787411066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-4-nana_27.html' title='Just 4 Nana!!!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3918526924179495523</id><published>2008-09-27T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:53:21.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Bored?</title><content type='html'>We had a fun day in Provo with family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to make these JibJab clips with my kids.  They get such a kick out of it!  Thanx Aunt Dana for introducing them to us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3918526924179495523?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3918526924179495523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3918526924179495523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-bored.html' title='Who is Bored?'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3602450406455664600</id><published>2008-09-27T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:46:36.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Dancing with Gabriella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A607290' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=oeIGt8mRgeE85uy5&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=oeIGt8mRgeE85uy5&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=oeIGt8mRgeE85uy5&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bHQ9MTIyMjU3NzE3MDAzMCZwdD*xMjIyNTc3MTkwOTUwJnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9MjAyMzEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*1NWM2Y2ExMTE1NDE*ZjVlYjZkMzMxNzcxOGY*ZTkxNA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3602450406455664600?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3602450406455664600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3602450406455664600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/luke-dancing-with-gabriella.html' title='Luke Dancing with Gabriella'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5388310989504737100</id><published>2008-09-25T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:05:08.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny (short) Story</title><content type='html'>My friend, Diane, keeps reminding me of this story...so I thought I would blog it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I went in for my yearly check-up.  You know, the head to toe check-up.  I got in the lovely gown and waited for the nice, female, PA to come and look me over.  When she came in, I told her, "Before we get stated I need to tell you something.  I bruise easily, I am not an abused woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane got a kick out of that and reminds me of it each time she sees a bruise on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling the truth, I am not abused!!!  Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5388310989504737100?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5388310989504737100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5388310989504737100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-short-story.html' title='Funny (short) Story'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5486816966073212009</id><published>2008-09-23T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:32:58.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>My goal is to post more pictures of my children and less of someone named Oliver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5486816966073212009?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5486816966073212009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5486816966073212009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2895434714528132574</id><published>2008-09-23T20:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:03:05.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Whopper Ever</title><content type='html'>The other night, at 8:36 pm, I got a hankering for a Whopper.  I put the kids, Luke and Kat, in the van and headed to Burger King.  It took FOREVER to get our Whopper Value Meal and kid's meal ordered.  I never know what language I need to speak to get fast food.  (I am not being mean, just speaking the truth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downer was that they didn't have ice cream that night.  Kat announced that Papa would be very upset and would drive around until ice cream was found.  Too bad I am not Papa.  She got no ice cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqcoII0gI/AAAAAAAABBc/JyOwyaeq0P0/s1600-h/092208+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414249461633538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqcoII0gI/AAAAAAAABBc/JyOwyaeq0P0/s400/092208+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2895434714528132574?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2895434714528132574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2895434714528132574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/biggest-whopper-ever.html' title='Biggest Whopper Ever'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqcoII0gI/AAAAAAAABBc/JyOwyaeq0P0/s72-c/092208+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1154981671837299642</id><published>2008-09-23T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:47:17.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift of a Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqBHNsyQI/AAAAAAAABBU/dlYwKti6Kr0/s1600-h/092208+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249413776770124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqBHNsyQI/AAAAAAAABBU/dlYwKti6Kr0/s400/092208+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali took this picture of a Salt Lake Valley sunset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1154981671837299642?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1154981671837299642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1154981671837299642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-gift-of-sunset.html' title='God&apos;s Gift of a Sunset'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmqBHNsyQI/AAAAAAAABBU/dlYwKti6Kr0/s72-c/092208+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-924629944973977614</id><published>2008-09-23T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:37:54.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Grid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmlwQkxqqI/AAAAAAAABBE/_XHqFq11acw/s1600-h/092308+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409089178544802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmlwQkxqqI/AAAAAAAABBE/_XHqFq11acw/s400/092308+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is our current favorite game.  It is called &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Power Grid&lt;/span&gt;.  Tonia introduced it to us.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mucho Gracias&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I had to post this picture for Tonia, so she could see how &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; I am to put all the pieces in little containers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I buy these great little babies from &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;.  Hail to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Below you can see how we keep track of who has won how many games.  I do believe Sara taught us to keep a tally in the top lid of our games!!  Daddy has a firm lead when it comes to Power Grid.  Grrrr.  Bring it on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmlwrGgXpI/AAAAAAAABBM/_Phj8C1y1gw/s1600-h/092308+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409096299339410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmlwrGgXpI/AAAAAAAABBM/_Phj8C1y1gw/s400/092308+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-924629944973977614?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/924629944973977614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/924629944973977614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-grid.html' title='Power Grid'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmlwQkxqqI/AAAAAAAABBE/_XHqFq11acw/s72-c/092308+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4750641268328282240</id><published>2008-09-23T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:26:07.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Knocking at the Door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone's ringing the bell; do me a favor, and let Oliver in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmk6VqrBtI/AAAAAAAABA8/rcvEPa55d38/s1600-h/092308+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249408162832516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmk6VqrBtI/AAAAAAAABA8/rcvEPa55d38/s400/092308+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4750641268328282240?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4750641268328282240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4750641268328282240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/someones-knocking-at-door.html' title='Someone&apos;s Knocking at the Door...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmk6VqrBtI/AAAAAAAABA8/rcvEPa55d38/s72-c/092308+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8411628979171710799</id><published>2008-09-23T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:22:53.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmkcfiaG-I/AAAAAAAABA0/aFdWvp90v9A/s1600-h/092308+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249407650086132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmkcfiaG-I/AAAAAAAABA0/aFdWvp90v9A/s400/092308+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8411628979171710799?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8411628979171710799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8411628979171710799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmkcfiaG-I/AAAAAAAABA0/aFdWvp90v9A/s72-c/092308+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-9171005969819235489</id><published>2008-09-22T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:14:57.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;...if your name is Oliver Olson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKQMCR6MI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZmfIGb33O6A/s1600-h/092208+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886270181107906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKQMCR6MI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZmfIGb33O6A/s400/092208+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...if you can't even hold your own paw up&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKQSHgfxI/AAAAAAAABAU/OEsS19Aem38/s1600-h/092208+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886271813648146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKQSHgfxI/AAAAAAAABAU/OEsS19Aem38/s400/092208+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...if you like to drink out of the toilet instead of the fresh water in your bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRB_u2BI/AAAAAAAABAc/lTsAjBKr57Y/s1600-h/092208+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886284665935890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRB_u2BI/AAAAAAAABAc/lTsAjBKr57Y/s400/092208+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...if you have to die by a small boulder to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRUmWcAI/AAAAAAAABAk/X7VOxEd3JhU/s1600-h/092208+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886289659752450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRUmWcAI/AAAAAAAABAk/X7VOxEd3JhU/s400/092208+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...if you HAVE to climb trees with your boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRga9SKI/AAAAAAAABAs/ElSXI2vfnwk/s1600-h/092208+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886292833192098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKRga9SKI/AAAAAAAABAs/ElSXI2vfnwk/s400/092208+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...if you have to nap with your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfI65vJcyI/AAAAAAAABAE/8MWQwOwPRek/s1600-h/092208+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248884804980142882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfI65vJcyI/AAAAAAAABAE/8MWQwOwPRek/s400/092208+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is especially hard if you have to LAY DOWN to eat your food!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-9171005969819235489?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/9171005969819235489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/9171005969819235489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-hard.html' title='Life is hard...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNfKQMCR6MI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZmfIGb33O6A/s72-c/092208+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8860438631709498781</id><published>2008-09-22T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:16:34.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But, do you know my dad???</title><content type='html'>We have been having some sprinkler problems. So, a couple of weeks ago, I spent some time with them. I noted where each zone was located and then sat down to draw a map for future reference. This map was created with a pencil, ruler and colors. It included the street, sidewalks, driveway, house, patio, foliage and of coarse, the lawn. Each zone got assigned its own color. It is a very pretty map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, my landlord came to look the sprinklers over. He would turn a zone on and then go look to see where it had turned on. I finally went out and asked him if he would like to use my map? Sure. I was so happy to share my map! I handed it over to him and he was like, "Wow, that is quite the drawing." I was like, "Yeah, but do you know my dad?" You see, he is where I get my few obsessive-compulsive behaviors. Especially the one that inspire me to draw detailed maps of the sprinkler zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, as young as my youngest memories, my dad taught at Ricks College in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho. It is now know as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho. But, we were there when it was a small, personal school. Anyways. He taught in the theatre department. Back then, he was still highly involved with each of his productions. Don't get me wrong. He is still pretty involved today, but he turns a lot of it over to others, since it is their job. Back then, he selected the shows he did, cast the players, helped design the lights and set and then helped pull everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching all this happen. I especially loved "helping" him design the lights for the shows. He kept all these tools in his desk draw. He had cool rulers and pencils, graph paper and swatches of gel colors. He always had a swatch for me and a swatch for him. Together we would decide the feeling of the scene, warm or cool, etc., and then choose the gels needed. I loved it when he would ask me to choose between two gel colors. Granted, they were pretty much the same color, but it was awesome to choose the color anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lights were done on paper, it was time to set them. This part started in the gel room. This was my all-time favorite room on campus. It was a small room in the Snow Theatre Building that had ceiling to floor files full of gels. These came in large sheets. You see, there are many sizes of lights, so you just cut the gels to the size you need. I got to help pull the correct color of gel needed. When I got older, I even got to help cut them with the huge paper cutter. (Don't worry mom, we were careful!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed up to the cat walk to place the gels into the lights. I wonder why I wasn't scared of heights back then? I loved being up that high and watching the activities going on down on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, he had finished blocking the show and all that other good stuff. It would be time for technical run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;throughs&lt;/span&gt;. These are to make sure that the lights look good on the sets and to make sure they are set to shine in the correct places. These run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;throughs&lt;/span&gt; were great fun, too. My dad did lots of running around during those final run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;throughs&lt;/span&gt;. Up and down to the cat walk. And my all-time favorite of jumping through the (open) light booth window and running down the auditorium chairs on their arm rests. I kid you not. Why use stairs to get to the stage when you could just run on the arm rests?? I would give anything to go back in time and carry a camera around for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress. All I wanted to do was blame my dad for the map I drew of the sprinkling system zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am not a technical theatre major and do not always use the correct terms! But, looking back, I wonder why I didn't go into the theatre world based solely on my love of gels. Now...if I could only get my own gel swatch and one of those lighting design stencils...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8860438631709498781?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8860438631709498781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8860438631709498781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-do-you-know-my-dad.html' title='But, do you know my dad???'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5209863381096572656</id><published>2008-09-17T18:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:45:57.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony</title><content type='html'>Ali had her first symphony rehearsal.  She loved it, of coarse.  They selected 5 total flute players.  Ali is the only 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader.  The other 4 are 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders.  Our Ali is seated 1st chair!  We are so happy for her.  But....I still want to know how many people Ali beat out total....she says that is a mean thing to wonder.  But, I still wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5209863381096572656?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5209863381096572656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5209863381096572656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/symphony.html' title='Symphony'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7454057816826028224</id><published>2008-09-17T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:58:15.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired...</title><content type='html'>5:30 am--alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;5:50 am--enter the pool&lt;br /&gt;6:20 am--hit the showers&lt;br /&gt;6:35 am--get home, get myself ready. check on kiddos progress toward being ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am--drive carpool, almost, accidently hit a little kid&lt;br /&gt;7:55 am--check-in at the office where i am subbing at&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am-3:00pm--substitute teach lovely 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. one of them happened to be the little kid i almost, accidently hit! he walked up and said, "hey, mrs. olson, remember when you almost hit me this morning?" ugg!!! this day included a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; to a "carnival" given by the Utah Symphony&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm--mom and kids get home&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm--private flute lessons (did i remember to practice???)&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm--leave flute, hit the store to get buns for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; to take to mutual&lt;br /&gt;5:15-5:25--lay on floor and weep cause i can't find my recipe for dinner&lt;br /&gt;5:25 pm--remember i have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, look-up recipe, still don't find it, find it while laying on the floor weeping again&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm--get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; to mutual, put dinner on the table&lt;br /&gt;6:40 pm--blog, prepare for Bones (love that show!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7454057816826028224?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7454057816826028224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7454057816826028224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4758211610487185268</id><published>2008-09-15T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:22:51.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Youth Symphony</title><content type='html'>Last Monday Ali auditioned for Jordan Youth Symphony. It was held at a school one city over.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ali was in the band hall, waiting to audition, I left Kat and Luke in the hall.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt; them that they better behave like the good little girl and boy that I know that they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ali and I got back to the hall, Luke told me that he really hoped that Ali made it into the band.  Trying to hide my shock, I asked him why.  He informed that that Kat said that if Ali made it into this band we would get to go to a lot of carnivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Kat, "Carnivals? Kat?"  Now through clenched teeth, "Did you tell Luke we would be going to carnivals, not concerts, if Ali made it into this band?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."  She responded.  "Just trying to keep a little boy happy, Mom!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received word on Thursday that she was accepted into the program. She is so excited and we are so proud of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Ali!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Chris and I have worked out that I will drop Ali off at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt; and Chris will pick her up on his way home from work. He was asking me directions and how long it takes to get there. Ali informed him, "If you take mom's &lt;em&gt;shortcut&lt;/em&gt; it takes a half hour. If you just got the right way, it only takes 10 minutes." My kids are so mean about me getting lost!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4758211610487185268?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4758211610487185268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4758211610487185268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/jordan-youth-symphony.html' title='Jordan Youth Symphony'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5310499139309006306</id><published>2008-09-15T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:24:41.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan River Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SM6v5i5bmUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/C6ljCWzxJIQ/s1600-h/090708+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246324019088300354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SM6v5i5bmUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/C6ljCWzxJIQ/s400/090708+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the Jordan River Temple spire and Angle Moroni. Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been helping people in my ward complete their family temple work. The last batch of family names given to me needed everything from baptism on up. I had Chris and Ali do the baptisms for me a couple of Wednesdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I headed back to the Jordan River Temple to start what I needed to do. I guess I went during the busiest part of the day. They were leary to let me do the work I wanted to do on all 15 names. I held firm and told them I would really like to do them all at once. They were very kind and let me do it.&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;That evening, I told Chris they weren't too happy I wanted to do so much at one time. He was like, "Tell me about it." He hadn't told me that he had had a difficult time getting all 15 names done the night before, so that was news to me. He told me they were only going to let them do 5 baptisms. So, he asked them if they could do more. They said he could do five more. Then, he pulled out the big guns and told them, "You don't understand. My wife will kill me if I don't come home with all fifteen done." &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;No wonder he hadn't told me he had a problem getting them all done. He had used me as a threat! I'm not THAT scary, am I???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5310499139309006306?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5310499139309006306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5310499139309006306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/jordan-river-temple.html' title='Jordan River Temple'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SM6v5i5bmUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/C6ljCWzxJIQ/s72-c/090708+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7971457552058942677</id><published>2008-09-15T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:48:22.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written september 10, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate swimming. Let me give you the top ten reasons before I go into more depth.&lt;br /&gt;1. Water&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3. Water&lt;br /&gt;4. Water&lt;br /&gt;5. Water&lt;br /&gt;6. Water&lt;br /&gt;7. Water&lt;br /&gt;8. Water&lt;br /&gt;9. Water&lt;br /&gt;10. Water&lt;br /&gt;Ok, those are just the top ten reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you back a few years to further explain why I hate water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Swimming lessons @ Porter Park Pool&lt;/span&gt;. Raise your hand if you took swimming lessons at Porter Park in Rexburg, Idaho. Be sure to leave a comment about which part of your body got frost-bitten! Rexburg really didn’t deserve to call June, July and August summer. Honestly, if you don’t get over 75 degrees, you should not call it summer. Well, our parents wanted us to feel like we were having summer. So, like clockwork, we were enrolled in swimming lessons at Porter Park Pool. To distract us from the fact that it was only 55 degrees, the pool staff put in 47% too much chlorine into the pool. I know about the chlorine conspiracy because I watched them test the water each day. They would test it, get big eyes and dump the water sample into the trash. Conspiracy I tell ya. But, you see, if our eyes were swollen shut from too much chlorine, we can’t see the thermometer. Pretty smart don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Near drowning in the Pacific Ocean&lt;/span&gt;. When I was twelve, we went to visit friends in California. We went to the beach. I was so excited. But, after I got into the water the current caught me and pulled me under. My dad was close by and pulled me up, but not before I got pretty freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDEBAR: If my mom leaves a comment stating that my near drowning was last summer, I will discredit her. Yes, I almost drowned last summer. But a hunky, California surfer-duded saved my life. So, I don’t call that a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Trying to save Luke’s life in Sachse, Texas&lt;/span&gt;. We lived in a great community in Sachse: Woodbridge. We lovingly called the homeowners association Nazis, but is another story. In our community we had 4 pools. It was so awesome. When I first started taking the kids to the pool, I went fully clothed. I was not going near that water. Pretty soon, I realized it was too hot to go fully clothed. So, I would go in my suit and sit far from the water. Pretty soon, I decided to test the water and actually decided it was ok. I started playing with the kids in the water and having a good time. Really, what could happen, the deepest section was 5’. One day Luke went under. This day I wasn’t actually in the pool. Well, I had to jump in. I got to him and got his head above the water. Then I started swimming us back to the side. Pretty soon, I was struggling. Luke and I are both going under at times. I was vaguely aware of Ali yelling at me. I tried to tell her that I was busy, but she didn’t get the message. Anyways, I finally hear Ali yell, “MOM! STAND-UP!!” She isn’t an honor student for nothin’!! So, I stood up and we were both ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, present day. I am in serious need of a form of exercise that doesn’t hurt my “special” body. I have tried everything: walking, ellipticalling, biking, running. Well, the running was back in 7th grade when I was on the track team. But, I still have shin splints from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am down to swimming. My friend Tonia has been swimming laps this summer. She inspired me. You might think it was Michael Phelps, but it was Tonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been swimming everyday for a week. The first time I went I felt pretty good about it all. Plus, there was this cute guy watching me the whole time. I am sure you already figured out he was the lifeguard, but I didn’t figure that out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reviewing all the strokes I learned at Porter Park Pool. I have yet to put my face in the water. Don’t laugh. I will drown you. Then try to save you. We will both be dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7971457552058942677?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7971457552058942677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7971457552058942677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4076144083964183825</id><published>2008-09-15T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:20:16.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Charmed</title><content type='html'>Today our blog was given a new name: Forever Charmed. The previous name, Olson Memories, was just a taking up space until a new name was formulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the temple yesterday, I was thinking about how much I love my little family. My children bring me so much joy. It never ceases to astound me that I can be with them forever through the gift of the atonement and the blessings of the temple. “Families are Forever” is a phrase we learn from an early age in our church. Sometimes I wonder if that is a promise or a threat. But most of the time, I am very thankful for the possibility of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we have addressed the religious aspect of our new family mantra, so let’s hit on the circular aspect. I got hooked on the TV show Charmed this summer. So, the “charmed” part partially comes from my addiction to that show. If you don’t know, that show is about three sisters that find out they are witches. Don’t worry, they are good witches!! Alone, they had their individual powers, but together, they were nearly unstoppable. Well, unstoppable until someone decided the show had run its course. When they needed to fight the ultimate evil, they had to do it together. I love the whole idea that we are stronger together than alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dictionary states that charmed is one who is protected. It is also a trait that fascinates, allures or delights, to please greatly. I believe we are lead and protected by our faith. My children fascinate, delight and please me.  So, all in all, we are charmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Charmed, that is how I think of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4076144083964183825?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4076144083964183825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4076144083964183825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-charmed.html' title='Forever Charmed'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-472457222312342247</id><published>2008-09-15T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:34:22.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>I would like to publicly profess my love of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;’s Guitar Hero.  No, we don’t own it.  My parents do.  My kids love to play it.  And let me tell you, when I hear my kids singing Heart, Guns n’ Roses and White Snake, it just makes my little mommy heart so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll lives on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-472457222312342247?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/472457222312342247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/472457222312342247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7037172736791003611</id><published>2008-09-10T12:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:32:45.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Athena's Funeral</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning at 7:15 am I got back from working-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali greated me with, "You are just in time for Athena's funeral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I know Athena is the gold fish. So, I joined them around the toilet. All three of them were staring at the little gold fish in the spoon Kat was holding. Call me crazy, but it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence for about two minutes and then, without prompting, all three of them starting singing, "Daa, daa, daa, da, da, daa, da, da, daa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Y'all know that is Darth Vador's theme song, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is the new Tapps for gold fish funerals!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7037172736791003611?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7037172736791003611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7037172736791003611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/athenas-funeral.html' title='Athena&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3056961007300830113</id><published>2008-09-08T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:56:28.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback's a...</title><content type='html'>lawnmower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was going to say a different word, didn't you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by awesome neighbors. One of these awesome neighbors have a great Golden Retriever named Sako. The only time he isn't cute is between the hours of 9 pm and 6 am, when he barks and barks and barks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one morning, I had had it. So, I decided the only thing I could do, just as annoying, was to mow the lawn. At 6 am. I would like to apologize to my other neighbors, but it had to be done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was inconvenient for me. It was 6 am. It was completely dark. I had to keep waving my arms to get the security lights to come back on. I had to go back and re-mow stuff I missed once the sun came up. But, it made me feel better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3056961007300830113?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3056961007300830113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3056961007300830113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/payback-is.html' title='Payback&apos;s a...'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4183645092662215667</id><published>2008-09-08T11:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:50:15.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>We decided to break down and pay for internet and a home phone line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will start on Sept 16.  So, look out for my frequent blogs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4183645092662215667?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4183645092662215667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4183645092662215667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-773661018037748880</id><published>2008-09-01T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:19:26.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Are Funny Days</title><content type='html'>Last night, my friend Diane called and asked if I had an onion she could borrow. She was practically near tears. I guess her parents are in town and she has a hard time with all the stress they bring with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the onion down. She was running around getting their dinner ready. She begged me to chat with her parents for a bit. So, down I sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad asked me if would like a drink. They were all enjoying a pre-dinner cocktail. I told him thanx, but I had just had dinner and I was good. A few minutes later, he offered me another drink. Diane is still in and out during all of our chatting. Again, I told him I was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more minutes brought the same question. This time Diane stopped running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHE IS A MORMON, DAD. LEAVE HER ALONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if it was too late to get that drink after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-773661018037748880?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/773661018037748880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/773661018037748880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/09/sundays-are-funny-days.html' title='Sundays Are Funny Days'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7515693388178522962</id><published>2008-08-29T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:02:52.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooter Shopping</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just have to blog this. It is too funny to keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, LaRene, had been looking to buy a scooter for her husband. Suprise him for his birthday. Good thing I am pretty sure he doesn't even know I have a blog!!! I would hate to ruin the suprise. Anyways. She found one on Craigslist, located in SLC. She lives in our old neighborhood in Orem. She called me and asked where the University of Utah football stadium was. Don't worry Cougar fans, we are still loyal! I told her it wasn't too far from my house and that she better not be planning on meeting a strange man alone. So, we set up a time to go and test drive this scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show up at the stadium. She gets on and takes it for a test drive. While she is riding around, I am chatting with the owner. He was a very nice Chinese guy getting ready to leave the area. Moments into the conversation it hits me he thinks LaRene and I are "together." But, I think no way. Who makes that kind of assumption in 10 seconds? We keep chatting and sure enough, it is clear he thinks we are together. I was dying, trying to keep a straight face. LaRene gets back and I whisper to her that he thinks we are together. It takes her a minute of talking to him to agree with my guess. At this point, she reminds me that a few months ago a sales person assumed that I was involved with my sister in law, Dana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my question....What gives???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, Dana, LaRene says she is not giving me up without a fight! But, Chris didn't meantion wanting to fight you for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7515693388178522962?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7515693388178522962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7515693388178522962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/scooter-shopping.html' title='Scooter Shopping'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3629239134966980744</id><published>2008-08-29T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:29:34.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shoes</title><content type='html'>One day, soon, I will post a picture of my shoes.  We don't have Internet at home.  So, when I want to post pictures, I take our laptop to the library to connect.  But, half the time Chris takes the laptop to work.  So, I can type boring stuff all day on a library computer, or I can wait for the laptop and post pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my shoes....most of the time I wear a pair of sandals my orthopedic inserts can fit in.  I have last summer's pair, and this summer's pair.  They are slightly different in design, but the same color.  What I forgot to mention was that I had already worn the mismatched pair of shoes to a Sacrament meeting that morning!!  So, I figured I didn't need to wear mismatched shoes for a second time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3629239134966980744?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3629239134966980744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3629239134966980744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-shoes.html' title='My Shoes'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2408985603967310568</id><published>2008-08-27T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:53:43.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning, on our way into the church building, I realized something about my wardrobe. I told Chris, who was 20 steps ahead of me that my shoes didn't match. He told me it didn't really matter. Then I told him, "My shoes don't match EACH OTHER." Well, that was another story. He sent me home to change. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that was probably the funniest thing that would happen that day. Little did I know that something funnier would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my turn to teach our little primary class. I was about 15 minutes into the lesson when I heard Kat's voice in the hallway. She sounded agitated. I walked out to check on her. Well, as it turns out, their teacher hadn't shown up. And the two twelve-year-old boys in her class thought it would be fun to take the girls "hostage." They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barricaded&lt;/span&gt; the door with a table and chairs. Finally the girls convinced the boys to let them out cause they had to go potty. At that point, I pulled the whole lot of them into my classroom and overlooked the situation, for the time being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class was over, we headed down to sharing time with the whole primary. I told Chris I would sit with Kat's class and he could stay with ours. We got all situated and the girls in Kat's class started telling the primary president about the boys "taking them hostage." I am actually getting pretty sick of the hostage taking boys and let the girls complain about them. Until...I looked back and saw the STAKE PRIMARY PRESIDENCY by our president. Then, I tried to make light of the whole situation and told them Chris and I took control of the situation right off the bat (not like the real 20 minutes that it was) and it was all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out the door of the church I asked Kat why they didn't try to get out or get an adult to help them. She said that they tried. Lauren had forgotten her cell phone and they threw an SOS note out the window. I asked them who they were going to call. She said she was going to call Daddy and if he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; she would call Hannah. I was like, "Hannah in Dallas?" Yup, that's the one. Hannah is a great friend, but not sure what she would have done!!!  At least Kat knows she can call Hannah with her problems :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her to go get the note she threw out the window. Here is a picture of the container she put it in and the note itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239271640733288178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWhzGOvhvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/E7AOFO-pb9k/s400/082508+213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239271646432658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWhzbdlBgI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BU4c6QIFdj0/s400/082508+214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't think we will have another Sabbath in the near future that can top this one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hilarity&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/1290665161912129220-2408985603967310568?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2408985603967310568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2408985603967310568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWhzGOvhvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/E7AOFO-pb9k/s72-c/082508+213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6235586196863940987</id><published>2008-08-27T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:34:45.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Runner Up</title><content type='html'>The other day, we were in the car and a David Archuleta song came on.  Chris asked me if David was back in school.  (He goes to school right down the road from us.)  I told him I didn't know if he was back in school or not.  Chris said it would be funny if Archie went to his prom and they played one of his songs.  I told him it would be funnier if Archie went to his prom and they played one of David Cook's songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6235586196863940987?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6235586196863940987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6235586196863940987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-idol-runner-up.html' title='American Idol Runner Up'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4865226105773196796</id><published>2008-08-27T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:31:30.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking the Y</title><content type='html'>Hiking the Y. It is something everyone in Provo does. So, I told Chris it was time we hiked the Y. He looked at me funny and asked if I meant th one up the mountain. Yeah, funny boy. My little 4 year old (at the time) niece Libby has hiked the Y. If she could do it, I figure I could. Well, my regard for Libby has gone up considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it into perspective, here is a picture of the Y on a normal everyday day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259045087331730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWV7yuxZI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Sw-G07Tbp1c/s400/072908+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, yet, I still thought it would be a "walk in the park" not a hike up the mountain!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stopped at my parent's house to meet up with Papa, Tanner and Sam. Nana asked Kat what she was going to do that day. Kat told Nana she was hiking to the letter. Boy was she happy when she found "a letter" before the hike even started!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239260259113354194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXcmZFw9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/9ZnmsrRAnDI/s400/082508+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot at the base of the trail, there was a inpromtu vote taken. The question was "Who thinks Sunni should go with us?" I was like, hello, I am right here. I can hear you. Well, needless to say, everyone voted that I didn't go with them. I guess they knew I would hold the party up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Here is a picture of the trail. At the time, I only took a picture of this. I didn't actually look at it. Looking at it now, I see the whole plan a little better. Silly me, I thought it was just a few&lt;br /&gt;steps up a mountain. Looking at the map, Tanner asked why we didn't just go straight up the mountain. Silly Texas boy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239260256167373330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXcbatqhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/17aGrPHLvw0/s400/082508+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I had a great time hiking. It was just the two of us cause everyone else left us. We were too slow, even for Josh and Dana's twin 5 year olds! They smoked us. There is something to be said for youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman. He was actually headed up for the second time of the day. Some people actually do this hike over and over, just for fun. Go figure. Anyways, through our chat, I came to find out that he was from Klamath Falls, Oregon. The same place Chris grew up. His name is Brother Hunt. Maybe, I think. I might have to ask Chris again. Anyways. Brother Hunt remembered Chris' mom and sister. I thought that was pretty cool. He hiked ahead of me, big suprise there, and caught up with Chris. They had a nice chat on the Y, before I even got there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the Y. The area of the actual Y is pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIbrP-aI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NFeqTlkEbpo/s1600-h/082508+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259912639347106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIbrP-aI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NFeqTlkEbpo/s400/082508+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIiU2NrI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/DXeLIw4IK4s/s1600-h/082508+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259914424432306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIiU2NrI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/DXeLIw4IK4s/s400/082508+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIzZ3DwI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ej4qbedeQ0c/s1600-h/082508+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259919008861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXIzZ3DwI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ej4qbedeQ0c/s400/082508+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXJC8eqkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p5dDdul45Rg/s1600-h/082508+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259923180595778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXJC8eqkI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p5dDdul45Rg/s400/082508+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXJsiUHyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/almZ9RC7Ac4/s1600-h/082508+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259934345142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWXJsiUHyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/almZ9RC7Ac4/s400/082508+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting on the Y was very scary for me. I just knew on of the kids would fall. I guess I was a little vocal in my fears and made all the kids crawl on their stomaches. Again, someone took a vote. "Who wishes Sunni hadn't come with us?" This time I raised my hand. As it turned out, Luke took a tumble and so did Ali and a twin. I guess Ali and the twin went tumbling down, head over heels. Everyone was happy that Papa and taken my off the Y already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures I took as we headed down the mountain. The sun was starting to come up as we got near the base of the trail. It was beautiful to watch the sun come over the top of a mountain that I have know my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259063199728866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWW_REBOI/AAAAAAAAA94/LiOhTBv5GhI/s400/082508+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259064432036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWXD23iiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jY8kvoySzLk/s400/082508+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Tanner and a twin. Everyone falls in love with those darling twins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259057584112050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWWqWMgbI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9pbreLefkqc/s400/082508+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, dead on my parents lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWWU_X4hI/AAAAAAAAA9o/PmT6ZWmWj38/s1600-h/082508+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239259051851244050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWWU_X4hI/AAAAAAAAA9o/PmT6ZWmWj38/s400/082508+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it or not, now that I have done it once, I would actually do it again. I always hate things the first time. But, now I know what to expect. I would do much better. The bad thing is, no one would go with me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4865226105773196796?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4865226105773196796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4865226105773196796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiking-y.html' title='Hiking the Y'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWWV7yuxZI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Sw-G07Tbp1c/s72-c/072908+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2622653288188239855</id><published>2008-08-27T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:47:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Texas Friends</title><content type='html'>Our very good friends, whom we call family for all intents and purposes, visited from Dallas last week. The Sorensen clan has know them for like 25+ years. And then, the Olson family moved into their ward in Dallas. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Robin brought her oldest son, Tanner, to college at &lt;a href="http://www.uvu.edu/"&gt;UVU&lt;/a&gt; last week. He also brought along his lovely and adorable girlfriend Sam. They stayed with my parents while in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday they came up to Salt Lake City to visit &lt;a href="http://www.visittemplesquare.com/"&gt;Temple Square&lt;/a&gt;. We love it when people come to Salt Lake and aske us to go to Temple Square with them. It is our favoritest place ever!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245201970725538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWJwKKigqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0IZUXmxxSpw/s400/082508+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Robin and her group: Robin's mom, Nancy, Andrew, Ben, Tanner, Sam, Erin, Robin and Dallin. Grandma was so excited to be on Temple Square. Someone stopped her and asked her how many kids she had. It was funny. It probably had something to do with the fact that I called her mom and of coarse Robin called her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245211268554658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWJwszUH6I/AAAAAAAAA8g/rvL7LFQQEwI/s400/082508+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here are Kat, Ali and Luke at the Christus Statue. It is such an amazing and inspiring site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPV1_uII/AAAAAAAAA9A/gdRfHOlSYqg/s1600-h/082508+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245737681729666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPV1_uII/AAAAAAAAA9A/gdRfHOlSYqg/s400/082508+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner and Sam on top of the conference center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPt6XKsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9F7q_wPiCbQ/s1600-h/082508+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245744142494402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPt6XKsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9F7q_wPiCbQ/s400/082508+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robin and company on top of the conference center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPjDv7YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/iF0wOf4WaXE/s1600-h/082508+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245741229075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPjDv7YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/iF0wOf4WaXE/s400/082508+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunni and kids on top of the conference center.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245223989326210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWJxcMLsYI/AAAAAAAAA84/jbtvrOHVMEs/s400/082508+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kat, Erin, Ali, Ben, Dallin and Luke on top of the conference center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245212973702834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWJwzJ2nrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/adUHSh5jmxY/s400/082508+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom used to say, "It is all fun and games until someone gets hurt." Well, we were having a great time until Robin hit her toe on Andrew's shoe and broke the toe nail off!!! I told her I had to get a picture before she put a band-aide on it. Silly, huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our site-seeing, Grandma Nancy took us to lunch at the food court at the ZCMI mall. It was a lot of fun. I miss the Phillips family so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we were saying good-bye, I knew I couldn't leave them yet. So, I called my mom and asked if it was ok to come down and spent the evening with them. So, we got a few more hours with them in Provo. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPwtRJnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/C5vSd068kI0/s1600-h/082508+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239245744892880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWKPwtRJnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/C5vSd068kI0/s400/082508+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Ali and Andrew. For 2 weeks each year they are the same age. But, I doubt they will ever be the same height!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had such a great time, it was hard to say good-bye. At least we have Tanner and Sam! &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/1290665161912129220-2622653288188239855?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2622653288188239855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2622653288188239855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-with-texas-friends.html' title='Visit with Texas Friends'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SLWJwKKigqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0IZUXmxxSpw/s72-c/082508+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7437233834419377446</id><published>2008-08-14T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:58:59.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightguard</title><content type='html'>Some of you know that I have been having migraines daily.  Chris asked me if I had been wearing my nightguard.  I have.  But I thought back to when I bought it and the directions said most people go through this guard yearly...but some people need a new one sooner than that.  Well, it turns out I am one of the strange ones.  I bought a new one and used it last night.  So far, no migraine today!  Hurray!!!  So, I guess I will need a new one every 3-4 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7437233834419377446?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7437233834419377446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7437233834419377446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/mouthguard.html' title='Nightguard'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2200121367663452165</id><published>2008-08-14T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:51:47.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowbird</title><content type='html'>Some of my neighborhood girl friends decided to go up the Snowbird Tram today.  Here are a few things to remember when doing so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It will cost you a fortune, bring your credit card.  It cost Ali, Kat, Luke and I $45.  Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  You are only a few feet from the sun, don't forget sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don't forget your hiking boots for when your kids want to hike DOWN from 11,000 feet!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  A ski lift is your friend when you decided you can't really hike down the mountain without better shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's all good.  We had a beautiful day.  Nature is truly a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Our adopted brother is Luke's friend, Keller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQJFu1rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bTEMhrew-Rs/s1600-h/famsnowbird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQJFu1rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bTEMhrew-Rs/s400/famsnowbird.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234551936298964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQf2aFaI/AAAAAAAAA7k/z4kMGESbQmw/s1600-h/kat081408+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQf2aFaI/AAAAAAAAA7k/z4kMGESbQmw/s400/kat081408+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234551942408705442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQmurvkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wxivNJ2YI74/s1600-h/kat081408+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcMfHX_bI/AAAAAAAAA68/wQr1tgrasWA/s400/kat081408+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234550773980331442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcMyb3nZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/fFxwbrU_H_w/s1600-h/kat081408+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcMyb3nZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/fFxwbrU_H_w/s400/kat081408+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234550779166563730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcNKGdl_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/zzHbmyO7-tY/s1600-h/kat081408+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcNKGdl_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/zzHbmyO7-tY/s400/kat081408+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234550785519228914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcNWnm_0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/nwiAxMIScCs/s1600-h/kat081408+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTcNWnm_0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/nwiAxMIScCs/s400/kat081408+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234550788879482690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2200121367663452165?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2200121367663452165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2200121367663452165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/snowbird.html' title='Snowbird'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTdQJFu1rI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bTEMhrew-Rs/s72-c/famsnowbird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5139649444998794175</id><published>2008-08-14T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:23:05.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Buck Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays in August are 2 Buck Tuesdays at Thanksgiving Point.  So, hear ye, hear ye, one and all from Utah Valley head on out!  And let me tell you...they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (duh) Dana and I took the kids to Thanksgiving Point.  We had a great time, dispite all the other people who decided to show up.  It wouldn't have been so bad, but Dana and I don't care for many people other than ourselves :)  Really, people were EATING right next to horses and cows.  Come on people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTYe4hnjjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Ie5i8PRwtWs/s1600-h/081308+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTYe4hnjjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Ie5i8PRwtWs/s400/081308+129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234546691992423986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTYfP3RKcI/AAAAAAAAA6k/cySCPgc96L8/s1600-h/081308+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTYfP3RKcI/AAAAAAAAA6k/cySCPgc96L8/s400/081308+136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234546698257246658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we gave the little "rattlesnakes" money to buy the goats some food, but they still felt the need to pick some off the ground!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXY8JfdPI/AAAAAAAAA50/wcv84OiWhBo/s1600-h/081308+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXY8JfdPI/AAAAAAAAA50/wcv84OiWhBo/s400/081308+099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545490374128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXZErUf4I/AAAAAAAAA58/DZZ0JY3dmEM/s1600-h/081308+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXZErUf4I/AAAAAAAAA58/DZZ0JY3dmEM/s400/081308+107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545492663500674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXZZ_mb6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/CgnWnLx9Qbw/s1600-h/081308+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXZZ_mb6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/CgnWnLx9Qbw/s400/081308+108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545498385706914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXaJJv0fI/AAAAAAAAA6M/dKK7iJB_3a4/s1600-h/081308+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXaJJv0fI/AAAAAAAAA6M/dKK7iJB_3a4/s400/081308+119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545511044731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXaC-X8hI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4ZeUzM43W0Y/s1600-h/081308+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTXaC-X8hI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4ZeUzM43W0Y/s400/081308+124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234545509386416658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTZ1Rg8gwI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-_4tsGEM64E/s1600-h/081308+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTZ1Rg8gwI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-_4tsGEM64E/s400/081308+114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234548176169239298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I found it easier to just put the food for the goats on Luke's head and let them eat that way!  Look away Mom, germs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5139649444998794175?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5139649444998794175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5139649444998794175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-buck-tuesday.html' title='2 Buck Tuesday'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKTYe4hnjjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Ie5i8PRwtWs/s72-c/081308+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6794342406216468990</id><published>2008-08-13T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:17:09.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMymEEo3fI/AAAAAAAAA38/KeJ5BmQ_ZLY/s1600-h/080708+300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMymEEo3fI/AAAAAAAAA38/KeJ5BmQ_ZLY/s400/080708+300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082821444263410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMymc-CeQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/gKC1-znnmUc/s1600-h/080708+308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMymc-CeQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/gKC1-znnmUc/s400/080708+308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082828127467778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMym5aCg9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/U78_H1YMCzY/s1600-h/080708+315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMym5aCg9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/U78_H1YMCzY/s400/080708+315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082835761103826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and our guide were twinners!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6PYJoqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wMiLvWKz6Fo/s1600-h/080708+279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6PYJoqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wMiLvWKz6Fo/s400/080708+279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082068564648610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6dSZ51I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AxwBvEvZavM/s1600-h/080708+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6dSZ51I/AAAAAAAAA3c/AxwBvEvZavM/s400/080708+282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082072298645330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6pHjkBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/FTCB9mc-WaA/s1600-h/080708+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6pHjkBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/FTCB9mc-WaA/s400/080708+286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082075474366482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6-QJHyI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iZbGXNZ17qo/s1600-h/080708+298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMx6-QJHyI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iZbGXNZ17qo/s400/080708+298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234082081147526946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6794342406216468990?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6794342406216468990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6794342406216468990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/fort-cove.html' title='Fort Cove'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMymEEo3fI/AAAAAAAAA38/KeJ5BmQ_ZLY/s72-c/080708+300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7817362373553161154</id><published>2008-08-13T13:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:08:06.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip--Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwutUpY7I/AAAAAAAAA20/xT0BzuiCXYE/s1600-h/080708+252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwutUpY7I/AAAAAAAAA20/xT0BzuiCXYE/s400/080708+252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080770932958130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwuqgP0rI/AAAAAAAAA28/TiqSQ7v3MRU/s1600-h/080708+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwuqgP0rI/AAAAAAAAA28/TiqSQ7v3MRU/s400/080708+257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080770176307890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwvHXGbjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/R7IGAsmK5Q4/s1600-h/080708+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwvHXGbjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/R7IGAsmK5Q4/s400/080708+259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080777922571826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwvhkGljI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PmX-AEfuxGY/s1600-h/080708+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwvhkGljI/AAAAAAAAA3M/PmX-AEfuxGY/s400/080708+260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080784956429874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7817362373553161154?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7817362373553161154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7817362373553161154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/st-george-trip-temple.html' title='St George Trip--Temple'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMwutUpY7I/AAAAAAAAA20/xT0BzuiCXYE/s72-c/080708+252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5893486082316803753</id><published>2008-08-13T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:02:51.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip--Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyDQ9PdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qczPWu8mySA/s1600-h/080708+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyDQ9PdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qczPWu8mySA/s400/080708+198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234079728851041746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyUPJBMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xCa4Axsh6XY/s1600-h/080708+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyUPJBMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xCa4Axsh6XY/s400/080708+199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234079733406827714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyg6_M3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/PkIadEC6TTI/s1600-h/080708+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyg6_M3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/PkIadEC6TTI/s400/080708+200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234079736811959154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvy4-G2RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/10C35P7VKqo/s1600-h/080708+201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvy4-G2RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/10C35P7VKqo/s400/080708+201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234079743267494162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvzC8t5nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/szVB2vhjWuM/s1600-h/080708+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvzC8t5nI/AAAAAAAAA2s/szVB2vhjWuM/s400/080708+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234079745946019442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5893486082316803753?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5893486082316803753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5893486082316803753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/st-george-trip-swimming.html' title='St George Trip--Swimming'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMvyDQ9PdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qczPWu8mySA/s72-c/080708+198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6792810656752513378</id><published>2008-08-13T12:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:58:55.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip--Post Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMudwqsjYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XJ9OCYUfQ_M/s1600-h/080708+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMudwqsjYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XJ9OCYUfQ_M/s400/080708+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078280749714818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and his new "friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMuePrKIKI/AAAAAAAAA10/o0dYgAMy7IM/s1600-h/080708+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMuePrKIKI/AAAAAAAAA10/o0dYgAMy7IM/s400/080708+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078289073152162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and ALL "his" kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMueXO_hxI/AAAAAAAAA18/6Bz9-Po6sUc/s1600-h/080708+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMueXO_hxI/AAAAAAAAA18/6Bz9-Po6sUc/s400/080708+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078291102500626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMue3U9bQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/A_HRNchW37Y/s1600-h/080708+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMue3U9bQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/A_HRNchW37Y/s400/080708+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078299717463298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous Sorensen grandkids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6792810656752513378?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6792810656752513378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6792810656752513378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/st-george-trip-post-show.html' title='St George Trip--Post Show'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMudwqsjYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XJ9OCYUfQ_M/s72-c/080708+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2456196213326512022</id><published>2008-08-13T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:54:51.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip--In-N-Out Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtNngUSiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OkS-Gb3LO3c/s1600-h/080708+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtNngUSiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OkS-Gb3LO3c/s400/080708+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076903900727842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtNzSIEhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/s0TqoBro930/s1600-h/080708+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtNzSIEhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/s0TqoBro930/s400/080708+038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076907062432274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtOMnQHMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/iuY5MmHaJ1U/s1600-h/080708+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtOMnQHMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/iuY5MmHaJ1U/s400/080708+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076913861926082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtObJOSiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/imsx0xEcSCU/s1600-h/080708+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtObJOSiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/imsx0xEcSCU/s400/080708+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234076917762509346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2456196213326512022?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2456196213326512022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2456196213326512022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/st-george-trip-pictures.html' title='St George Trip--In-N-Out Burger'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SKMtNngUSiI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OkS-Gb3LO3c/s72-c/080708+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3291563563584408334</id><published>2008-08-13T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:46:34.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip--Words</title><content type='html'>This Summer Papa directed down at Tuacahn, down in St. George, Utah. Last week we headed down to Broadway in the Dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to leave Provo at noon on Monday. Since I am always nervous about dying while I am traveling, I had to leave my house clean. Since Chris couldn't get work off, the kids and I were off on our own. We were all ready to take off at noon from Provo, but there was no Papa. One day we will learn to factor in "Papa-time." That is the time difference between the actual time and the time that Papa lives by. We love the guy, but due to all his responsibilities, he is usually a little bit later than the rest of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down we uneventful for the first hour or so. Baring frequent stops, the trip takes about four hours. About half way into the trip, Papa announces that he is tried, needs a nap and will I drive. Well, that is commendable as he usually takes his naps AS he is driving. No kidding, don't laugh. Anyways, so I get up in the driver's seat. I get along down the road. I look in the rear view mirror and he is playing the DS. And then, in the middle of a torrential down-pore, he decides to start hosting his own variety show with the kids. This show includes loud talking, singing and interviews. All of this is done into a pretend mic that makes their voices 5X as loud. Don't forget the down-pore that leaves me unable to see to drive!!! But, the kids aren't fighting, so I the show continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the drive does smoothly, with Papa never napping. We went to our motel first. Happily Josh, Dana and fam were right by our suite that we were sharing with Nana and Papa. First off we sang Happy Birthday to Ali, Ashley, Brook, Josh and Papa. The rest of us felt a bit left out, but tried to deal with it. Ali got an iPod shuffle from Nana, Papa, Josh and Dana. Chris and I gave her a dock with speakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were off to In n Out. It is, hands down, our favorite place to eat. Anytime you take five adults and six kids anywhere, logistics get a bit crazy. As we adults order, we put the kids on table patrol. We got nearly enough places to sit and scared people out of the other places we needed :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night we spent enjoying The Sound of Music. Just driving out the the theatre is a reverent experience for me. I love the land that is St. George.  All the beautiful red dirt and mountains.  I also love walking down into the theatre seating itself.  Again, kids, adults, wheelchair, it all just adds to the crazy fun that is the whole experience.  Each night, the usher asked the kids if they could read and tried to hold back giving them a program due to lack of reading ability.  Maybe when the program only has words and no pictures that might work.  But, all our kids needed playbills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the kids seated, I settled into listen to the orchestra.  I soon realized it might be a difficult night due to the man sitting next to me.  The theatre makes a lot of money selling consessions.  Personally, it drives me crazy to watch plays with people eating around me.  And my neighbor takes the cake (or popcorn, or pretzels or whatever he was eating at the time!).  This man had no eating edicate.  This is how he ate his popcorn:  firt, you get a handful of popcorn, next, lean back in your chair, extend your fist-ful of popcorn far away from you, finally, throw the popcorn and hope that some of it makes it into your mouth.  But, most likely, most of it will rest on your stomach, the floor or your poor neighbor.  Now, onto drinking.  First, you finish your soda in five gulps.  Then, this is the most important part, you check, every two minutes, to see if anyone refilled your cup without your knowledge.  Honestly, loud sucking noises not good!!!!  Now, for the most annoying part.  He figured since I was half of his size, I didn't really need all of my seat.  So, he happily leaned over into the space of my seat.  After intermission (or halftime as Luke called it), I put myself into a different seat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play itself was wonderful.  My dad works magic on the stage.  This show was no exception.  Did I mention that the theatre is outside?  Did I mention that it rained the whole time?  But, mostly, it was a gentle rain.  Not until the final half hour did it rain to the point of it running down our faces.  The highlight of the show was when the twins announced that there were Natzis on stage.  It was rather loud and really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, the kids got to meet most of the cast.  The children were a highlight.  They all got a little jealous that Papa was hugging other kids.  They weren't sure that was acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize how long this post could be?  I better speed and edit my thoughts better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was spent at the pool.  Most of the people swam, even Nana!  I hate water, always have.  And get my family is always suprised when I don't get in the water!!  Silly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, we hit In n Out again.  Then it was off to the outlet mall.  We love the St. George outlet.  Way fun.Then Papa said he needed a quick nap.  Since he was about to fall over, I decided to believe him and let him go home!!  After a quick nap, it was off to IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, IHOP needs its own post, but we will just include it here to save time.  IHOP was hillarious and I doubt that I could even share the hillariousness of it with it.  Again, adults, kids, wackiness.  We thought plannning 90 minutes at the restaurant was giving it too much time, but we were putting food in our mouths as we left.  I will lay most of the craziness at the feet of our waiter.  He was not the smartest dude around, not even the fifth or sixth smartest.  It took atleast twenty minutes to order.  We did have three seperate tickets and that just about killed him.  Then, it was kids eat free night, which made it a little difficult.  On the kids eat free it was two free kids meal per paying adult.  Ali and I are adults and so I tried to order three kids meals to share between Luke and Kat.  Luke eats like a beast and is never full with one meals.  Well, little, honest, Luke kept announcing that I shouldn't order three kids meals, just two.  He shouted that about ten times.  Finally I asked him if he wanted any food at all and he stopped shouting about the number of meals to order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited.  And waited.  And waited.  There was a lot of entertaining of children inbetween all the waiting.  Then the food came.  Well, some of it.  Some of it came later, after he actually ordered it, finally.  It took him three times to get all the food out to us.  In between all of that, we shared what food we did have.  Most of s were ok with the sharing.  But, at one point, after I had taken food off of Kat's plate for the fourth or fifth time, she lost it and started crying and grabbing for her food.  Poor Kat.  Oh, yeah, and each time he realized he forgot something the waiter shared his favorite swear word with us...sh*t.  Lovely, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the entertaining, food sharing, pottying and bill paying (that was done on a cash register from the 80's) we were off, and not with a minute to spare.  We were due at the theatre in short order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second night at the theatre was to see Les Miserables.  Two funny things happened right as we were getting seated.  (I declared the same seating formation would be repeated this night as to not repeat the whole who sits where) The first funny thing was Josh got stung by a bee, the other funny thing was we were to be seated by the same people as last night.  I wish I could tell you it was the same annoying man as the first night, cause that would be really funny, but it was a nice couple that was behind us previously.  OK, so the stinging was not very funny.  It started much histerical screaming from my kids.  Why couldn't Josh and Dana's kids scream, too?  Why just mine?  The bees stayed quite awhile and even stung Dana for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Mis was great.  We all loved it.  Even the twins stayed away the whole time.  Our goal was to tired them out so they would sleep through it, but they watched the whole, dark story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motel.  Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get up early the day of our departure, Wednesday, and go to the St. George temple.  It is a beautiful temple.  One I had not been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we decided it would be fun to stop roughly every 60 miles, so we did!!  Ha ha.  Maybe not that often, but pretty often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.covefort.com/"&gt;Cove Fort&lt;/a&gt;.  We had a great tour guide serving a mission there from Maine?  Is that right?  Anyways.  She loved Josh and hated me.  That is pretty much our whole life outsife of high school.  Adults loved me in high school and hated him.  Now, they love him and can do without me.  It might have been because she pointed out an "inactive" volcano to us in the beginning of the tour.  I told her we should try to "reactivate" it and invite it to church.  It was all downhill from there.  Cove Fort is awesome.  We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop on the way home was for lunch and a quick stop to the cheese factory for curds.  As we were leaving Beaver, Kat saw some bikes on the sidewalk.  She asked Papa to turn around so she could look at them.  she is still trying to find a bike to buy.  Anyways, just was we got back to where she saw them, a group of kids came out of the store and got on them.  It was so funny.  Maybe you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I would be suprised if you were still reading this!  If so...get a life!  Ha ha.  We had a great time.  Thank you Nana and Papa and the other Sorensen clan.  It was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3291563563584408334?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3291563563584408334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3291563563584408334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/st-george-trip-words.html' title='St George Trip--Words'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-867176401777253287</id><published>2008-08-09T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:17:20.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Blogs</title><content type='html'>OK, something is working against me to get blogging right now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very near future look for these blogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Our recent visit with the Tinneys&lt;br /&gt;*Our road trip to St. George&lt;br /&gt;*Bad Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and much more!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-867176401777253287?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/867176401777253287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/867176401777253287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/future-blogs.html' title='Future Blogs'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4560912885855494662</id><published>2008-07-30T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:06:06.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Really Ever Go Back?</title><content type='html'>This past week have a taken a visit to my past. I visited with my childhood buddies Shila and Dani, I visited my high school graduating class web-site, I visited my 13 year class reunion (oh, wait, that was Shawn and Gus on Psych), I visited old chores and finally, I visited my parent’s bookcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit with childhood buddies: Seeing Shila and Dani made me want to ride my bike all over Rexburg, Idaho. The world we grew up in was so much different than the world our kids are growing up in. Rexburg was the greatest place to be a kid: &lt;14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to my graduating class &lt;a href="http://www.laundromatt.net/bobcats/smf/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;: Well, I remembered I didn’t so much like Rexburg after I turned 14 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to my 13 year class reunion: That was awesome. At least I can live vicariously through Shawn and Gus and have a class reunion!! &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/psych/video/fullep/"&gt;I love that show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to my old chores: Yeah, still hate chores. We spent the other night at my parent’s house. It was the night before my dad spoke at devotional. He was ironing. These are my dad’s loves (in this order): family, church, theatre and his iron. So, my dad is ironing, and he takes a break to tuck my kids in. So, I thought I might help him out by ironing. I would just like to say ahead of time that I feel I handled myself very maturely through this visit. So, I was ironing. Doing a great job, cause my mom taught me how to iron*. I ironed about five shirts before he returned. When he came back into the room, he said he would take over. I told him I would love to give him a break and finish up for him. But, he insisted and my mom said that he would just re-iron everything anyways. So, very maturely, I wadded up the shirt I was ironing, into a very small ball, and threw it on the floor. Mature, right?? &lt;br /&gt;My visit to my parent’s bookcase: most enjoyable. My parents have this great bookcase in their basement. It is just a $39.99 bookcase from Wal-Mart or somewhere. It is what is on the bookcase that makes it awesome: our childhood books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4KN803DsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eCUDcS0Bb3w/s1600-h/072908+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232631051833511618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4KN803DsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eCUDcS0Bb3w/s400/072908+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifteen years ago there were a lot more books on this case. About twice a year, I look through the books on this case and take a couple back to my own house with me. Over the years, I have asked my siblings if they do the same. I will not confess to their involvement in this endeavor, but know that I am not alone in my visits to the family’s bookcase. Remember my sister, Sara, was visiting a few weeks ago? One of the last things I asked her was if she had looked over the bookcase. She didn’t let me down…&lt;br /&gt;You could find out a lot about us from out book choices. Here is the first book I ever remember owning.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232630571878184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4JyA2l9jI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RO80Mc_o2kw/s400/072908+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was acquired from the Price, Utah library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232630569546407938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4Jx4Kp4AI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rcTRcFuja4o/s400/072908+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here was my first introduction to my dad’s craft: The Theatre. I always wondered why I was a bit scared of the theatre. My visit to the bookcase cleared a lot up for me regarding my fear of the theatre. But, no, it wasn’t only one copy of the book that haunted me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232630566592275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4JxtKVZYI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8CtbPgYUXcc/s400/072908+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was two books that haunted me. I had no no idea there were two of these scary books until this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4JxW29sRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/C-9L73nawAY/s1600-h/072908+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232630560605450514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4JxW29sRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/C-9L73nawAY/s400/072908+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other books I remember from a young age…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232630556155300114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4JxGR9yRI/AAAAAAAAAzc/T8qPLQV9E-E/s400/072908+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232629564803777970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I3ZNWBbI/AAAAAAAAAzU/JykEdN3_qrY/s400/072908+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My mom is always saying that her family had the first color tv on their block...well, we had the first carosel mircrowave on the our block!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232629560147888738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I3H3SymI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_fukWVYc48I/s400/072908+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But, never fear, Mom and Dad. There are some books that are sacred and will never leave your shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I2a_fs2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/EE7HgDrQJzg/s1600-h/072908+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232629548102693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I2a_fs2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/EE7HgDrQJzg/s400/072908+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I2umu35I/AAAAAAAAAzE/u5UHMnFHUQw/s1600-h/072908+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232629553367539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I2umu35I/AAAAAAAAAzE/u5UHMnFHUQw/s400/072908+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From a young age, I loved books. I wanted to own my own books and make sure that everyone knew they were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232629545003803058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4I2PcqYbI/AAAAAAAAAy0/amAZ1W3ExL8/s400/072908+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005481923791074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEoyAajSOI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2ebkbPYFENg/s400/072908+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have marked my books better before Sara joined the family. She loves books as much as I do. I guess she decided she would just take some of my books and make them hers. I kid you not. Here are some examples of her “adopting” books and not only from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how she just crosses someone’s name out and writes her own?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638129573621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4Qp7dmbbI/AAAAAAAAA0M/gSQ1lVLu-BA/s400/072908+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books where mine before she was every born…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEoxWK2s8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/grAvBNH8IL4/s1600-h/072908+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005470583665602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEoxWK2s8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/grAvBNH8IL4/s400/072908+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, she got bored one day, grabbed a green marker and claimed all three of them!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005465976031026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEoxFATxzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Xw-23ye1nmo/s400/072908+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Josh…you might have graduated from grade school with higher grades if you hadn’t stolen this book from Kennedy School Library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232639467009028738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4R3xzDMoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/6KmjcRIqqzU/s400/072908+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn5L-xKWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/UzaJ2bfeVw0/s1600-h/072908+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny Miyasaki…don’t worry, we have your Z is for Zarchariah. Maybe you can get a refund from Madison Junior High?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn5p6g3SI/AAAAAAAAAxw/fLg2SoAB-uo/s1600-h/072908+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn6NuCJLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Oy6kMyKvGeA/s1600-h/072908+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229004523422491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn6NuCJLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Oy6kMyKvGeA/s400/072908+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn6St20VI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bqCwV5lADHA/s1600-h/072908+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229004524763926866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEn6St20VI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bqCwV5lADHA/s400/072908+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My visit to the bookcase had three very touching moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I found a book with Sara’s name in it.  Her name was written by Grandpa Sorense who died in 1995.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229003119773766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEmoguGVAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/qxSedp4FatY/s400/072908+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here is a book owned by my Grandma Lunceford.  Her name is written in her own hand in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229003116008392546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEmoSsXR2I/AAAAAAAAAxI/pZ3kfZrN5Ho/s400/072908+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEmoJ1Bu6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/89k6B5KZw_s/s1600-h/072908+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229003113628810146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEmoJ1Bu6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/89k6B5KZw_s/s400/072908+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, I found my dad’s dissertation.  I couldn’t get any good pictures of it, but there is a dedication page dedicating it to his parents, wife, children and grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229003103239278482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEmnjH-D5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/nL7HWEQn7xM/s400/072908+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I enjoyed my visit to the bookcase this week.  I love books.  I love the things we learn from them, the feelings they can invoke and the memories they create.    I brought with me, this time, The Rats of Nimh and The Witch of Blackbird Pond.  I remember buying both these books years ago.  I am currently on a quest to read all the Newberry Award books, and these are two of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my question…can we ever go back?  Probably not.  And if we are talking about high school, please no!!!  It however, is nice to visit.&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/1290665161912129220-4560912885855494662?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4560912885855494662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4560912885855494662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-we-really-ever-go-back.html' title='Can We Really Ever Go Back?'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJ4KN803DsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eCUDcS0Bb3w/s72-c/072908+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4529471328455108406</id><published>2008-07-30T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:33:30.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of A Million Birthdays</title><content type='html'>We have about a million birthdays over a four week period in our families. Cousin Libby kicked off our weeks of a million birthdays on July 9. We were lucky enough to share an early birthday with her while she was in Provo. Papa was next on July 23. He also shares his birthday with our dear friend, Erin, down in Dallas. This current week we have cousins Marilyn, Katherine, Ashley and Brooklyn. We also have Uncle Peter. Next week we celebrate our awesome friend, MaKenna, turning 12, Ali becoming a teenager, Uncle Josh becoming an old man (oh, wait, he already is old!) and we will send birthday greetings to heaven for Grandma Great Lunceford and Uncle Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our past celebrations. As we celebrate the next ones, we will post new pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjUUXdOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vBf_reupf7k/s1600-h/072908+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999732010382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjUUXdOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vBf_reupf7k/s400/072908+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjYBVzlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/rYQEp6WS5nw/s1600-h/072908+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999733004324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjYBVzlI/AAAAAAAAAwY/rYQEp6WS5nw/s400/072908+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjleJbhI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UPbkQwQ4htM/s1600-h/072908+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999736614809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjleJbhI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UPbkQwQ4htM/s400/072908+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjz4__LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/A0B_f6FjnNw/s1600-h/072908+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999740485532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjz4__LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/A0B_f6FjnNw/s400/072908+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjkEvUXFI/AAAAAAAAAww/Eneg4SouY7g/s1600-h/072908+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999745008327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjkEvUXFI/AAAAAAAAAww/Eneg4SouY7g/s400/072908+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4529471328455108406?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4529471328455108406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4529471328455108406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/month-of-million-birthdays.html' title='Month of A Million Birthdays'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEjjUUXdOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vBf_reupf7k/s72-c/072908+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-514285246953933807</id><published>2008-07-30T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:26:02.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228997436691573874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEhdtlt7HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tJ9li-Bsaog/s400/tiger" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this cute picture on my friend Amy's blog.  Isn't her kitty so cute?  I think his name is Tigger, unless I am loosing my mind!  Anyways, I had to do a copy cat and put one of Oliver's pictures on here.  Oliver doesn't care if there is something moving in his water, the fish bowl is just closer than his water bowl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEhdXQaHMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BTBoPhdKKIA/s1600-h/072908+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228997430696615106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEhdXQaHMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BTBoPhdKKIA/s400/072908+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-514285246953933807?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/514285246953933807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/514285246953933807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEhdtlt7HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tJ9li-Bsaog/s72-c/tiger' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7513455729856838789</id><published>2008-07-30T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:15:13.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Pioneer Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEgCowlu3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-Kcp3AoTTFU/s1600-h/072908+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995872026901362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEgCowlu3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-Kcp3AoTTFU/s400/072908+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7513455729856838789?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7513455729856838789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7513455729856838789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/funniest-pioneer-picture.html' title='Funniest Pioneer Picture'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SJEgCowlu3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/-Kcp3AoTTFU/s72-c/072908+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5440924498120180167</id><published>2008-07-26T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:12:29.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Playdate</title><content type='html'>One of my very best childhood friends, Shila Dass Conway, came into town this week. And I found out another one, Danielle Peterson Crosby, lives close to me. So, we decided to meet at Artic Circle with our combined 9 kids! We had a great time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443409434296498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucFa7JwLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5JY94AVWJZE/s400/072408+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443407891724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucFVLX-FI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9Q8cIIrNlgA/s400/072408+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we decided to take in the downtown SLC sites. We had a great, albeit hot, time. At one point, we saw a beautiful bride. I made the comment, "Man, she is a hot bride." Ali and Kat yelled at me. I told them I meant temperature hot, not hot, hot. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures from our time downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufrkhWm-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RculKGgJUEI/s1600-h/072408+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447363380354018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufrkhWm-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RculKGgJUEI/s400/072408+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufr2V2dOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qYT1qTbDZ5I/s1600-h/072408+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447368163947746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufr2V2dOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/qYT1qTbDZ5I/s400/072408+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsIoH2QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NhRY1iDeoGk/s1600-h/072408+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447373072423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsIoH2QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NhRY1iDeoGk/s400/072408+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsIVhBmI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4YA-lwgh4HE/s1600-h/072408+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447372994381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsIVhBmI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4YA-lwgh4HE/s400/072408+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsdqKG-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/IotVjGn3k08/s1600-h/072408+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447378718104546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufsdqKG-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/IotVjGn3k08/s400/072408+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following pictures were taken from the top of the Church Office Building. If you know us, and know our van, you will be able to pick it out in the parking lot!!! FYI: The church office building is 26 stories high. So, I thought these pictures were pretty cool from way up there!!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufEKs7TDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lkROGmpg3GI/s1600-h/072408+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227446686434675762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufEKs7TDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lkROGmpg3GI/s400/072408+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufEafjIfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/qaMR2ffilUk/s1600-h/072408+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227446690673533426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufEafjIfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/qaMR2ffilUk/s400/072408+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufE0TpU8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CxZWe0xn1hY/s1600-h/072408+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227446697602929602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufE0TpU8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CxZWe0xn1hY/s400/072408+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufFN0QnkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/z9QB3wlTF0w/s1600-h/072408+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227446704450608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufFN0QnkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/z9QB3wlTF0w/s400/072408+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufFYcJ41I/AAAAAAAAAvI/60D7A2xhTEU/s1600-h/072408+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227446707302294354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIufFYcJ41I/AAAAAAAAAvI/60D7A2xhTEU/s400/072408+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudcYFECEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UX6iuwQcmHI/s1600-h/072408+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227444903319177282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudcYFECEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UX6iuwQcmHI/s400/072408+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudcgU3l-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/qAffHtof5DI/s1600-h/072408+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227444905532954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudcgU3l-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/qAffHtof5DI/s400/072408+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudc1-CqDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/V0ercKFgqRU/s1600-h/072408+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227444911342790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIudc1-CqDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/V0ercKFgqRU/s400/072408+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuddAyL02I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hv_XikW8imo/s1600-h/072408+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227444914245849954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuddAyL02I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hv_XikW8imo/s400/072408+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuddVXPQII/AAAAAAAAAuY/IFijPA_PUhw/s1600-h/072408+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227444919769972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuddVXPQII/AAAAAAAAAuY/IFijPA_PUhw/s400/072408+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucFlpGGVI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lyOn5-N2MXQ/s1600-h/072408+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443412311349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucFlpGGVI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lyOn5-N2MXQ/s400/072408+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucF1hl3DI/AAAAAAAAAto/DWheEgQGK-o/s1600-h/072408+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443416574843954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucF1hl3DI/AAAAAAAAAto/DWheEgQGK-o/s400/072408+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucGBYAb3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/5ILGhGDyw9Y/s1600-h/072408+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443419755868018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucGBYAb3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/5ILGhGDyw9Y/s400/072408+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a great day. I miss you Shila!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for visiting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5440924498120180167?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5440924498120180167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5440924498120180167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommys-playdate.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Playdate'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIucFa7JwLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5JY94AVWJZE/s72-c/072408+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3404351433149778890</id><published>2008-07-26T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:45:20.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day 2008</title><content type='html'>Pioneer Day 2008 had a promising beginning. This year, we are actually living in Utah, where it is a holiday. Chris got the day off, which means, I slept in! Hurray for me. Sometimes I sleep in, but this time, I was dead to the world until 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and Luke have been begging for a bike for quite a while. Kat's was left in Dallas due to the fact that it was a piece of crap and Luke has outgrown his. I kept telling them that we would get new bikes when we don't live on a mountain any more. Well, Daddy is a push-over and decided that today was the day Luke and Kat would get new bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at Toys R Us. There, Chris got in trouble for riding the Rip Boards around. Why didn't I talk a picture??? After Toys R Us, we went to Shopko, Wal-mart and Target. They both decided on bikes at Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227429736650399250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuPpj1cXhI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hlDPLYQYfBA/s400/072408+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227429742148088082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuPp4UMcRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oCd0AENbJN4/s400/072408+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227429749362644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuPqTMR1-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/tK5d1xwZe20/s400/072408+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227429746573506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuPqIzS9jI/AAAAAAAAAso/TTydof27LhY/s400/072408+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat's bike was being stubborn (gears and brakes) so Daddy tried it out. Shu Fu was pretty worried when Chris got on Kat's Bike. He followed at full speed. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had bikes, now we needed to take a ride. So, we decided on Reams, the market just down the way. Well, like I said, we live in the city between the Cottonwood Canyons. We have some pretty steep areas around us. Reams is down the hill. On the way there, Luke was worried about his breaks not working. So we walked our bikes down the hill. On our way back, we couldn't actually ride up that steep hill, so we walked our bikes up the hill. This was all in 100 degree weather. So, our new bikes had a nice walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, Ali was with her friend, Sydney. They went to Butlerville Day's parade. They had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to the Henry's house to celebrate Jacob's 11 birthday. They aren't LDS but love having their son's birthday on a state holiday. The best is all the fireworks. In the beginning, we were to be one of six other families invited. In the end, it was only us, the Henrys and one other family. One of the other families had to bail out due to a highly contagious disease. Diane was pretty bummed that so many people couldn't come, but we still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other family rode Honda Scooters over. After dinner, I asked if I could ride one. It was the best ever. I forgot my camera, but Jay took a picture of me. After they get back from vacation, I will get a copy of it! It was the funnest thing I have ever done. I am compiling a list of places I would be able to ride my new scooter--after I buy it. Here is what I have come up with: library. See, my list has to be places that I often go alone. Well, I am often never alone!!! So, I guess for now, I will dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it got dark, we started lighting the fireworks. They were just small fireworks, smoke bombs, tanks and sparklers. We were watching the boys light them. After Cottonwood Heights started their fireworks, the ladies decided to drive closer so we could see them better. Here is why you should not leave boys alone with dad's while lighting fireworks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQFwNqHeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/us0p2f1R-gk/s1600-h/072408+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430221009526242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQFwNqHeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/us0p2f1R-gk/s400/072408+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQGCwFtVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Wla4o0gJx8w/s1600-h/072408+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430225985779026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQGCwFtVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Wla4o0gJx8w/s400/072408+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQGfuYEzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zH5DVgzLse4/s1600-h/072408+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430233763222322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuQGfuYEzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zH5DVgzLse4/s400/072408+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we ladies got back, five minutes later, all three boys had been ON FIRE. I need to note: Chris was home in bed. So, he is off the hook, this time. After they boys calmed down, they thought it was a great adventure. They were laughing about it by the time we moms got back. We were not laughing, nor did we find the whole experience a great adventure. The most frustrating part was that no one could really even tell us what had actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, after that happened, the party broke up pretty fast. Luke and Kat had ridden their new bikes up the block to our little party. We got home and were getting their bikes into the garage. Now, this part is even fuzzier than the "starting on fire" story. I opened the garage and the kids were getting their bikes in. I was trying to get my camera out to take pictures of Luke's burned clothes. All of the sudden, there was screaming coming from the garage. Ali was screaming for me to get down there right away. Now, I had to be prepared. I stopped at the door to the garage and asked if there was any blood. I couldn't not just run in unprepared!! They told me they didn't think there was any blood, so I rushed in. Some how, Kat had fallen on top of her bike and Luke's bike. But, wait. Her head was stuck in the middle of the two bike's wheels, but she was laying on top of both of them. Now, I have asked her to do a re-enactment so I might take a picture. But, that was a no go. Her head was in pretty bad shape, no blood. I am sure she has a mild to moderate concussion. Today in the first day she is up and about. She got up and about to take her bike back to Wal-mart. She claims it was bad breaks and gears, but I think it is because it attacked her! She claims to still want a bike...but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, maybe next year will go a little better for the Olsons on Pioneer Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3404351433149778890?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3404351433149778890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3404351433149778890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day-2008.html' title='Pioneer Day 2008'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuPpj1cXhI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hlDPLYQYfBA/s72-c/072408+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5038261651504455456</id><published>2008-07-26T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:44:11.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuMUE54mFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JRVOk4qPGho/s1600-h/072408+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227426069035391058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuMUE54mFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JRVOk4qPGho/s400/072408+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to go here Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Devotional next Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5038261651504455456?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5038261651504455456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5038261651504455456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/byu-devotional.html' title='BYU Devotional'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SIuMUE54mFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JRVOk4qPGho/s72-c/072408+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8900606720758359078</id><published>2008-07-21T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:23:48.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorensen Family</title><content type='html'>With Sara being in town from Indy, Nana declared it "family picture time."  Insert your own groaning and moaning here :)  Just kidding.  It wasn't all that painful after all.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529313616305874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPOYV9ntI/AAAAAAAAArQ/uM1FF5g3M8Y/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All because two people fell in love"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225527737176747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITNynpe77I/AAAAAAAAArI/cRkxbg51kx0/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nana and Papa to this great crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529353734005650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPQtyxI5I/AAAAAAAAArg/pdpub7s7RnQ/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris, Sunni, Ali, Kat and Luke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225527709789563186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITNxBn3qTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WbPlF2hV0TA/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh and Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225527716525311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITNxatzBuI/AAAAAAAAArA/T5IJTOKoMP8/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sara and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPQC1dCoI/AAAAAAAAArY/XFUofmLREoQ/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529342202546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPQC1dCoI/AAAAAAAAArY/XFUofmLREoQ/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandkids&lt;/span&gt; in  cold water.  Good, they needed a little cooling off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPRBvg-BI/AAAAAAAAAro/qUBoLj6kJNY/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529359089072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPRBvg-BI/AAAAAAAAAro/qUBoLj6kJNY/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPRm7tChI/AAAAAAAAArw/gcRkWBoRrFA/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225529369072306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPRm7tChI/AAAAAAAAArw/gcRkWBoRrFA/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225530101138154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITP8OFzZGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6_sYa21-cMQ/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I wanted to be in the middle of the "original" three kids, but Josh said that "ethically he had to be in the middle."  Being the great sister that I am, I told him that maybe 'aesthetically' he should be in the middle but not ethically.  Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225530087721550802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITP7cHCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/07o0yz8aCrc/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In-laws or out-laws, however you see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225530095673977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITP75vCrHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nhOjrEIwoUA/s400/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8900606720758359078?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8900606720758359078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8900606720758359078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorensen-family.html' title='Sorensen Family'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITPOYV9ntI/AAAAAAAAArQ/uM1FF5g3M8Y/s72-c/Family+Pictures+7-6-08+145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-823402664934186105</id><published>2008-07-21T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:45:21.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While my sister, Sara, was in town, we thought it would be fun to bond over a sewing project. It might have been more fun if something stronger than caffeine was consumed :) Just kidding! It was fun. I only had one moment of fatal thoughts directed at Sara. We made these cute &lt;a href="http://www.jcarolinecreative.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Store_Code=JC&amp;amp;Screen=HOBO_BAG"&gt;Hobo Bags&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522041518098370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITInFqpB8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/W-Z4oYexS9A/s400/purse5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This pictures was taken right as I was having my nervous breakdown.  Sara had to step in and prevent me from jumping off the roof, or throwing her off of it.  I hadn't decided which...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522037584808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITIm3A3y1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/bjWAPJKc8FU/s400/purse3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my mom's hand.  She decided to pin her thumb to the fabric.  Yes, mom was a bit put out to have to keep her thumb pinned until we got a picture, but how can you not document that happening???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522036759122338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITImz8A0aI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-qbTay75bR8/s400/purse2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seeing this picture, I think I should have jumped off the roof after all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522041866697362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITInG9wOpI/AAAAAAAAAqo/1AE7zCDTcUs/s400/purse4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are our finished products with our pained smiles.  We were happy to have finished, but remember, this was nine hours after we started.  As you can see from the clock in the background, we finish around 8:30pm MST.  This project was started around 10:00 am MST.  We were told it would only take 2-3 hours.  This info came from Sara.  Once we pasted that 2-3 hour mark, she confessed that she has lied to us all along.  She said she knew it would take closer to 5 hours.  Well, we showed her and pushed it to the 9 hour mark.  That will learn her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way, mine is the blue one on top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522038436392242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITIm6L57TI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vOeWyBE0gFc/s400/purse1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to thank Sara for these pictures.  Remember, my camera was left in Salt Lake City for all this fun!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-823402664934186105?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/823402664934186105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/823402664934186105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITInFqpB8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/W-Z4oYexS9A/s72-c/purse5' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2429975715625758101</id><published>2008-07-21T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:27:47.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with my Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGTj1-6I/AAAAAAAAApw/VjHC2nUi7wQ/s1600-h/072108+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518179777117090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGTj1-6I/AAAAAAAAApw/VjHC2nUi7wQ/s400/072108+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday I got to go on a date with my boys.  Actually, as it turned out, I was a tag along on a date with Luke and Daddy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGnpBMoI/AAAAAAAAAp4/exIv334OSdk/s1600-h/072108+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518185167532674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGnpBMoI/AAAAAAAAAp4/exIv334OSdk/s400/072108+151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGxMyRYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0gUA6GsHgOk/s1600-h/072108+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518187733468546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGxMyRYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0gUA6GsHgOk/s400/072108+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFHeZ-f2I/AAAAAAAAAqI/24N9cJcbETE/s1600-h/072108+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225518199868391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFHeZ-f2I/AAAAAAAAAqI/24N9cJcbETE/s400/072108+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke adores jumping.  Daddy claimed he was going to jump off the highest platform.  Luke has done the lower 2 (there are 3 total) but never the top.  Well, Daddy decided to start on the middle platform and work his way up.  Well, he got up to the second one, got scared and climbed down to the lowest.  Where are my pictures of all this, you might ask?  Well, they forgot to tell me they were headed to the platforms, so my nose was burried in a book!  Crap.  That would have been awesome blackmail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2429975715625758101?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2429975715625758101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2429975715625758101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/date-with-my-boys.html' title='Date with my Boys'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SITFGTj1-6I/AAAAAAAAApw/VjHC2nUi7wQ/s72-c/072108+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-3782620037518429778</id><published>2008-07-18T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:50:16.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got through reading all the blogs I regularly read, but haven't done, due to lack Internet and time, and most of them started with, "Sorry I haven't blogged lately, I have been too busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we are in the same crazy, summer boat! Atleast &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/monk/"&gt;Monk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/psych/"&gt;Psych&lt;/a&gt; start tonight. They will bring a little sanity to our crazy, mixed up lives. If you haven't watched them, grab the kids and some snacks and enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-3782620037518429778?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3782620037518429778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/3782620037518429778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-got-through-reading-all-blogs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6479201011003628586</id><published>2008-07-18T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:31:25.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Blogging</title><content type='html'>Yeah, life is crazy. We are trying to decide which Internet provider, it any, to use. So, right now, we don't have Internet at home. I run to the library now and then to pick up emails. Hence, serious lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick run down of our past couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister and her family got into town the day after we got back from Girls Camp. Yippee. Was it fun!! The kids and I went back and forth to Provo a few times. We all went to church together, took family pictures, ate lots of food (I think Mom and Dad went broke feeding all of us!) and sewed purses. Of coarse, I walked out of the house without my camera on our big weekend together. I will find a way to get pictures of all the fun sometime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sidebar: Chris takes the laptop to work on Thursdays and Fridays so I am without my own computer at the library right now. So, I can't share any pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oliver got declawed on Monday. Sense we decided that he figured out he was getting declawed and ran away, we didn't tell him about it this time. We told him he was "going on a kitty field trip, to a day spa, to get his nails done." It worked, he is declawed!!! He is home recovering nicely. He seems very happy to be home, AGAIN. Poor cat. Keeps leaving and coming home. He is so sweet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We played with our friends the Tinneys on Monday. We love them. It breaks our heart to live away from them when we were only down the street before. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a steroid injection into my foot. It always hurts like the devil for 24 hours, and then all is well. And, now, all is well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily, Josh and Dana's oldest, spent Monday and Tuesday night with us. We had so much fun. I sent her home VERY tired. I wasn't about to put the cousins to bed when she was over :) What kind of aunt would that make me??? Dana said that Emily kind of performed poorly (sucked) at her tennis lesson the morning we brought her home! Hee hee. We took her swimming on Tuesday and to our Elders Quorum Party on Tuesday evening. It is so great to be close to family. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a new game and borrowed another. We found this awesome game store in SLC last Saturday. We learned to play a new game and fell in love with it: the game and the game store!! The game store is called &lt;a href="http://www.gamenightgames.com/"&gt;Game Night Games&lt;/a&gt;. The game is called &lt;a href="http://www.boardgamegeeks.com/game/3076"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/a&gt;. It is great fun. We all play it exept Kat. She seemed to have not picked up the gaming gene in the womb. We also borrowed a game from Josh and Dana, &lt;a href="http://www.gameboardgeeks.com/games/3699"&gt;Killer Bunnies&lt;/a&gt;. It is pretty fun, but a game of sheer luck. I like to actually deserve to loose before I loose :) Which can be quite often with Ali and Luke!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been reading a lot.  I know, suprise, suprise.  I am well on my way to reading/rereading all the Newberry winners.  I have ready four or five over the past couple of weeks.  I also finished the last Eva Ibbotson I will ever read.  I started out loving her, now, not so much.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a blender. Our blender broke while we were in Dallas and we never replaced it. Now we have one and we have make our two favorites: orange julius and salsa. Mmmmmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that is about all I can think of right now. I have to go buy some torilla chips so we can have chips and salsa and orange julius for lunch!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6479201011003628586?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6479201011003628586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6479201011003628586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/lack-of-blogging.html' title='Lack of Blogging'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1552147286400369652</id><published>2008-07-07T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:24:53.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reading Challenge and Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Visit the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://wellreadchild.blogspot.com/"&gt;Well Read Child&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blog to get all the details of this fun summer reading challenge!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1552147286400369652?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1552147286400369652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1552147286400369652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reading-challenge-and-giveaway.html' title='Family Reading Challenge and Giveaway'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4234235386024725249</id><published>2008-07-07T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:10:57.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>Well, Oliver has come home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I are currently in Provo, Utah, visiting my parents, sister's family and brother's family. We got a call on our cell phone around 12:30 pm. It turns out, Oliver had been right around the corner the whole time! The family that found him had been out of town, but had been taking care of him. I called Chris to run and pick him up, but he didn't answer his cell. 67 missed calls later, he called me back!!! Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he is back home and the kids and I will see him tomorrow!! I will post new pictures then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4234235386024725249?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4234235386024725249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4234235386024725249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7604734544179242219</id><published>2008-07-03T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:38:16.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Memory Card</title><content type='html'>OK, my mom loaned me her camera for girls camp. She was worried I would damage my new one up in the mountains. THANX, MOM!!! She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take you on a walk down the memory lane that I found on her memory card...it all starts two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, Nana and Papa took a road trip to Dallas and Indy. Poor Papa only has pictures to remind him of the trip since he got heat stoke in the beginning and doesn't remember most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my sister and her hubby, two years ago. Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218668800503495266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvn9ZsumI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TwT9CebUZlw/s400/062908+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are two of my beautiful nieces as they looked two years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxv7tnlhxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/JpjvVcLEPS8/s1600-h/062908+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218669139864160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxv7tnlhxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/JpjvVcLEPS8/s400/062908+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218668807150763794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoWKh_xI/AAAAAAAAAos/xRNoLeg6T0o/s400/062908+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtxyr1xUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/K_CPIZnKKWI/s1600-h/062908+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218666770402231618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtxyr1xUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/K_CPIZnKKWI/s400/062908+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my brother and his wife. Also their beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter is show with Grandma Great and her Sister.  Didn't go far enough back to find hair on my brother!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoKm4vMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b9Oj5yqnu5o/s1600-h/062908+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218669799626775074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxwiHbQGiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PXzcEjXo1vc/s400/062908+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtxgsnN5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/0Mar13l2sck/s1600-h/062908+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218666765573633938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtxgsnN5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/0Mar13l2sck/s400/062908+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoKm4vMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b9Oj5yqnu5o/s1600-h/062908+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218668804048469186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoKm4vMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b9Oj5yqnu5o/s400/062908+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvofCjTFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5-88HYwqEIM/s1600-h/062908+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218668809533213778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvofCjTFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5-88HYwqEIM/s400/062908+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This iron, of coarse, is the love of Papa's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoUWgvPI/AAAAAAAAAok/LTEhvRBdIvQ/s1600-h/062908+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218668806664142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvoUWgvPI/AAAAAAAAAok/LTEhvRBdIvQ/s400/062908+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtyN0hvPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VhUADJGULqI/s1600-h/062908+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218666777686424818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxtyN0hvPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VhUADJGULqI/s400/062908+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kids and I two years ago. I hardly remember Ali looking that young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzGyXj5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/YOTX1NJMslU/s1600-h/062908+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218667892489818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzGyXj5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/YOTX1NJMslU/s400/062908+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzH3TEoI/AAAAAAAAAns/A2t2nqAHh1U/s1600-h/062908+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218667892778930818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzH3TEoI/AAAAAAAAAns/A2t2nqAHh1U/s400/062908+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzfFj-BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QVSB1yU4sUE/s1600-h/062908+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218667899012773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzfFj-BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QVSB1yU4sUE/s400/062908+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzj2lFGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UwvLYPBG92E/s1600-h/062908+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218667900292109410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuzj2lFGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UwvLYPBG92E/s400/062908+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above and below: long, lost relatives. So long and lost no one has ever told me about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuztbMRXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TPo-NSzCXrc/s1600-h/062908+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218667902861591922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxuztbMRXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TPo-NSzCXrc/s400/062908+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you have enjoyed our trip down memory lane. Thank you Mom for letting me use your camera and enjoy these memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&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/1290665161912129220-7604734544179242219?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7604734544179242219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7604734544179242219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/nanas-memory-card.html' title='Nana&apos;s Memory Card'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxvn9ZsumI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TwT9CebUZlw/s72-c/062908+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-634905869740610307</id><published>2008-07-03T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:08:37.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents, Nana and Papa, came and got the kiddos for me last Monday night. They took in one of Luke's games that evening. They took these pictures with Nana's camera, which she loaned me for camp. After downloading the pictures I asked, "Where the heck did Papa stand to take these pictures? the field?" To which Ali answered, "Yes, the field."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsJi3Q6TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pgyeBEmwUmE/s1600-h/062908+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218664979448785202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsJi3Q6TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pgyeBEmwUmE/s400/062908+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsKP9bFrI/AAAAAAAAAms/nK4tHVyzThk/s1600-h/062908+154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218664991554213554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsKP9bFrI/AAAAAAAAAms/nK4tHVyzThk/s400/062908+154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsKlKUw3I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TRUs_EznoDw/s1600-h/062908+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218664997245469554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsKlKUw3I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TRUs_EznoDw/s400/062908+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsK1jySkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S9jseW3-BAM/s1600-h/062908+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218665001647229506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsK1jySkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S9jseW3-BAM/s400/062908+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-634905869740610307?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/634905869740610307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/634905869740610307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-baseball.html' title='Summer Baseball'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxsJi3Q6TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pgyeBEmwUmE/s72-c/062908+150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1164181487208982726</id><published>2008-07-02T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:42:13.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending June, Welcoming July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxqbaFwolI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WwW-MMegWms/s1600-h/062908+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218663087308055122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxqbaFwolI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WwW-MMegWms/s400/062908+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got the spirit stick, hurray!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, no one told me anything about spirit sticks!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxqb4A30DI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qkb6Jg8xZRA/s1600-h/062908+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218663095340617778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxqb4A30DI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qkb6Jg8xZRA/s400/062908+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; up on the mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe July has arrived. June forgot to tell me she was winding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished girls camp last week. It kind of felt like a wedding or some other big to-do. You work and work and work some more, and then, it is suddenly all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I got up at 4:30 am to make the final preparations for camp. I just have to tell you, that I am not an outdoors type of girl, at all. The closest I usually get to the outdoors is to allow bugs and lizards into my house. Most of that was done in Texas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways. It took hours to pack the coolers just to head up to camp. And, I am getting more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; in my old age. I packed the coolers by food group and by the day that they would be used. Then, I typed up what was in each cooler; placing a tag on the cooler itself and then a master on in the menu/recipe folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to meet at 7 am at the church. I was a few minutes late and I had to get some real food before heading up the mountain. When I got there, Debbie, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; pres, said she had bad news. Bad news? hit me with it. Everything to planned, packed and ready to go. (We loaded up the night before.) OK, she was right. It was bad news. Our cook had a family emergency and wasn't going to make it right away, if at all. No swearing on church property, right? I can plan and shop for food, but cooking in the great outdoors is far outside my comfort zone and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Debbie's husband finished work early on Tuesday and headed up the mountain to spend the balance of Tuesday and the bulk of Wednesday with us. He was handy enough to bring a book about cooking outdoors. Ha ha. He does love camping and has done it a lot. But, not much dutch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ovening&lt;/span&gt;. We did make a great cobbler for our potluck dinner that first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was filled with setting up camp, decorating, getting the lay of the land and working on not running, screaming off the mountain. I truly missed the mountains while we lived in Texas. You will never feel closer to your maker than "high on a mountain top." :) I froze Tuesday night. Duh, no one told me I had to strip down, change all my clothes and then get into bed. The next 2 nights were much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning brought a crazy breakfast time. Not only were we new at cooking outside, but stuff takes so much longer to cook at high altitudes. There are flag ceremonies every morning and evening. I think we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt; 2 out of 6 times. We suck. Wednesday the girls worked on certification. Yup, they hate that part of camp. There was also lake time in "leech lake." Yes, there are leeches, I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday evening was the stakes "spiritual experience." Let me tell you, it was an experience all right. All it all, it was to teach the girls to listen to the still, small voice and to stay close to the iron rod. That part was great. It was just the hour before the 5 minute experience and the 3 hours after that we trying. I won't go into detail, but there was a lot of singing of hymns, sitting on tarps placed on the mountain and feeling like we were being held hostage. But, I can tell you this: it was a bonding experience. We will never sing, Spirit of God, As Sisters in Zion or Child's Prayer without thinking about our "time" on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was workshops, crafts and lake time. By Thursday afternoon I was like, 'time to go home already?' Thursday evening was our testimony evening around the camp fire. It was nice, except for all the fire and smoke :). I cannot believe how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; the girl's testimonies are. But, they have to be strong to survive all that Satan throws out at them. I really wanted them to think about their testimonies while at camp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; that I planned was leading up to that testimony experience. I feel that we succeeded in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;amazinglying&lt;/span&gt; terrific. I over planned in all areas: food, activities and stress. I could pull off next year much easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July, what do you have in store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1164181487208982726?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1164181487208982726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1164181487208982726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/ending-june-welcoming-july.html' title='Ending June, Welcoming July'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGxqbaFwolI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WwW-MMegWms/s72-c/062908+167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-8809989810091727146</id><published>2008-07-02T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:28:44.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oliver is still gone.  And looking at my blog makes me sad.  I loved him so much and so instantly.  I suppose there is a slight miracle he will still come back to us, but not much of one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-8809989810091727146?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8809989810091727146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/8809989810091727146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/oliver-is-still-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2883807517149988577</id><published>2008-06-30T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:05:21.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>Oliver is still missing.  We hope someone is taking care of him and that he is safe.  But, we really, really want him back.  We placed him on the lost section of craigslist.com, called animal control and placed a flyer in the local market.  Hopefully someone will get him home to us.  He missed his appointment to get declawed this morning.  Darn cat.  He has a new one to get declawed on Wednesday morning.  I hope he is back for it.  Maybe he doesn't want his claws ripped out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come home, Oliver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2883807517149988577?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2883807517149988577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2883807517149988577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7863836782958149405</id><published>2008-06-29T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:14:59.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGhPpd_GAXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uOBz4Bi3y08/s1600-h/061008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217507742151213426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGhPpd_GAXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uOBz4Bi3y08/s400/061008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our beloved kitty, Oliver, has gone missing. He was last seen Saturday morning around 8:30 am. Please pray that our kitty will find his way home or to a shelter where his microchip can be read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7863836782958149405?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7863836782958149405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7863836782958149405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SGhPpd_GAXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uOBz4Bi3y08/s72-c/061008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2585555684384477695</id><published>2008-06-22T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:47:56.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;These pictures were all taken within a 60 minute period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214933349871162146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SF8qQHZokyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0mPJYczOnmw/s400/062208+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214933354380999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SF8qQYM3PAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zfiX-fefFSk/s400/062208+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214933344926556338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SF8qP0-v4LI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WLIWyhD9Qfk/s400/062208+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;A woman can really only take SO much help before this happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214933360354585442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SF8qQudE62I/AAAAAAAAAkA/aa1fQANru8s/s400/062208+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2585555684384477695?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2585555684384477695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2585555684384477695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/enough.html' title='Enough!'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SF8qQHZokyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0mPJYczOnmw/s72-c/062208+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-4116817060607193721</id><published>2008-06-21T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:09:45.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Tiredness</title><content type='html'>Two conversations you might have heard if you were in my house today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;s: sunni&lt;br /&gt;j:  janet jones, one of my camp people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s:  i finished buying the food today.&lt;br /&gt;j:  oh, good, are you going shopping again?&lt;br /&gt;s:  (really?)  nope, that should be it.  i got the food for the bishopric to eat with us on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;j:  they are going to be with us wednesday evening, too.&lt;br /&gt;s:  i have to feed 3 extra men for 2 meals??  (sadly, i really said that.)  oh, that will be nice to have the bishopric for two nights.  it will be great.  well, i guess i will go shopping again, after all.&lt;br /&gt;j:  oh, good.  could you pick up some aluminum foil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;s:  (yup, sunni)&lt;br /&gt;c:  chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c:  did you see that wreck today?&lt;br /&gt;s:   nope.&lt;br /&gt;c:  that wreck in front of costco?&lt;br /&gt;s:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;c:  it happened right after we left.  (he was on his motorcycle since he decided to put in 6 hours at work today)&lt;br /&gt;s:  nope, didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;c:  man, i could have sworn it would have happened right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;s:  oh, THAT wreck.  yeah, i saw it happen. &lt;br /&gt;c:  i thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;s:  i wonder what happened?&lt;br /&gt;c:  i thought you saw it happen.&lt;br /&gt;s:  oh, yeah.  it was right in front of me.  one car slowed down and the car behind him ran into him.  i even heard the swear words uttered.&lt;br /&gt;c:  seems like you would have remembered that. &lt;br /&gt;s:  yeah, you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the bishopric and please, please, please, do not call me to be a witness in court for that wreck.  by tomorrow, this post will be news to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calgon...take me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-4116817060607193721?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4116817060607193721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/4116817060607193721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/signs-of-tiredness.html' title='Signs of Tiredness'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6939542114474446391</id><published>2008-06-21T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:00:21.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Going on a Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e07d8b1e8b76a69" 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://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e07d8b1e8b76a69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D808B57FD2BBFD1764E4580608B1B7B9CF788785E.6F4A300482293299FEC38CA271D36778CC91FBD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07d8b1e8b76a69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQupLOEVgQUqtwRHTlkG4p-JSVNA&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://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e07d8b1e8b76a69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330155462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D808B57FD2BBFD1764E4580608B1B7B9CF788785E.6F4A300482293299FEC38CA271D36778CC91FBD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07d8b1e8b76a69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQupLOEVgQUqtwRHTlkG4p-JSVNA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids have been wanting to take Oliver on a walk. So, today I bought a harness in the dollar section of Target. We put it on Oliver to test it out. The above video was the result. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6939542114474446391?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e07d8b1e8b76a69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6939542114474446391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6939542114474446391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/oliver-going-of-walk.html' title='Oliver Going on a Walk'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-6342146936056227804</id><published>2008-06-18T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:06:30.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is baseball?</title><content type='html'>We signed Luke up for summer baseball.  His spring coach, Troy, told us he was coaching a "coach pitch" team during summer. During the spring, Luke played "player pitch" with most of regular baseball rules.  But, we love Troy, so we followed him to this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the first game.  Our first indication that something might be "off" was that Luke had to put away his "real" baseball.  They don't use real balls in this league.  They are rubber balls.  Luke gets warmed up and the game starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's team starts in the outfield.  Luke is playing first base.  One of the first plays is of the other team hitting, one of Luke's teamates catching it and throwing it to Luke.  Luke runs up to the player who isn't quite and home and tags her.  Hurray for Luke!!  But, she just stays there on base.  I was like, "Hello, Luke tagged her out.  She is out.  Luke got her.  What is going on?"  Chris calmly tells me there are NO OUTS in this league.  Crap, what did I sign my baseball player up for?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more of the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Each batter gets 5 chances to hit the balls from the coach pitching.  (5?  really?)&lt;br /&gt;2.  If they can't hit off the coach a T is pulled out.  (Luke had nightmares about the T being pulled out for him!)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Everyone on the team hits in each inning.  (Right, no outs)&lt;br /&gt;4.  NO stealing bases.  (What?  I mean really?  Why steal in baseball?  Stealing is GOOD in baseball)&lt;br /&gt;5.  You don't have to slide into home.  (We told Luke if he did NOT slide into home, he was grounded for a week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what kind of baseball this is!!  Hopefully Luke will stay baseball ready and not loose any of his actually baseball skills!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-6342146936056227804?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6342146936056227804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/6342146936056227804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-baseball.html' title='THIS is baseball?'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1035404373893603491</id><published>2008-06-18T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:16:39.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Finals</title><content type='html'>Ok, I might give up my Laker fan status. I don't think they tried very hard to win for us. Last night was a disgrace! My sister in law, Morgen, has taken down their Laker's sign. If I had one, I would take it down, too. Jazz fans are not going to be nice to us about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure Chris' love runs deeper for the Laker's than does mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always next year.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1035404373893603491?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1035404373893603491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1035404373893603491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/nba-finals.html' title='NBA Finals'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7515375616973664978</id><published>2008-06-18T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:08:54.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Verification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Ok, true confessions.  It drives me crazy when I have to enter a verification code when I want to leave a comment on someones blog.  I now, call me crazy cause I am.  But, it drives me insane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine my horror when I found out MY very own blog required that verification code crap.  My sister-in-law, Dana, brought this horrible truth to my attention.  Well, we took care of it.  You can now leave all the comments you want on my blog without having to enter the verification code!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Hurray!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7515375616973664978?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7515375616973664978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7515375616973664978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/comment-verification.html' title='Comment Verification'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-5605807365471604257</id><published>2008-06-17T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:29:06.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being a Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have finally been able to swim at the local outdoor pool. That is because it has gotten over 60 degrees for the past week. Heaven. Such a different kind of heat than Texas. Last week, after we got out of the pool and started to head home, Luke said, "Mom, I am getting dry." You never dry out in Texas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I guess there was a huge problem with contagious "bugs" in the Utah swimming pools. It got so bad, I hear, that all public pools were closed and they also recommended private ones also be closed. Our local pools is taking many safety precautions this year. One of the precautions is that everyone has to get out of the pool the first five minutes of every hour. This is to encourage potty breaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These five minutes seem magical to me, for some reason. The previously loud and crazy pool is so still. So very still. No one seems to talk (or go the bathroom.) They just all sit on the side of the pool with their eyes riveted on the lifeguards waiting for the sign to get back in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch my kids during those five minutes of each hour. I can just see them thinking, planning, plotting what they will do with the next 55 minutes of their life. These five minutes are the only time I have ever seen them so still at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids are at such pivotal ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali is trying to become a young woman and find her place in her church and school family as well as her family here at home. She needs more space, more freedom (to get A-s), more choices and more allowance. Her musical ability astounds me. Sometimes I forget how good she is cause I hear her practice everyday. It takes her playing in public and hearing other's feedback to remind me she is musically gifted. Her mind is one of a kind. She can even seem to justify those A-s she got this past term :) Speaking of terms, she will take life on her own terms. I hope and pray she keeps that self esteem in tacked at she heads into these horrible teen years. I also pray that I can be the mother she needs to help her through those times. I also hope, as I fall short, that those other adults around her will help keep her steady and pointed toward her goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat is in a crazy in between age. Not quite a young lady but not a child any more. Kat has wisdom well beyond her years. She amazes me daily. And keeps me in line, daily. She is in a very impressionable stage. She soaks up everything around her. We have to be so careful to keep good influences around her. Her wit and quick thinking will take her far in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Luke. He has always been my baby. Well, he is growing out of being a Mamma's boy. At the exact moment that it breaks my heart, it excites me to see glimpses of what he will become. He is crazy good at math. I think that makes him good at so many other things in his life. Like baseball. He has NEVER overthrown a ball. I think he sees the world mathematically. He can calculate distances and and make great throws each time. He can calculate change before the cashier can. He is always the banker in Life and Monopoly. He gets baptized this year. That will be a bitter sweet day for me. After that, all my precious children will be baptized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I think all of this in a five minute swimming break?  I love my children dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088595095734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFicdQVSSYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Gw8EAkwngNY/s400/060408+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213088600865759890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFicdl094pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/c3ctclGcgrA/s400/060408+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-5605807365471604257?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5605807365471604257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/5605807365471604257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-being-mommy.html' title='On Being a Mommy'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFicdQVSSYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Gw8EAkwngNY/s72-c/060408+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-7287991788080714021</id><published>2008-06-17T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:52:54.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat on Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>For Father's Day we gave Chris the Indiana Jone's Trilogy.  I guess it would actually be a Quadology once the new one is released??  Please stop the insanity.  OK, sorry about the tangent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were watching the Lost Ark.  When we finished, Kat announced, "I feel like I just sat through three hours of church."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-7287991788080714021?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7287991788080714021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/7287991788080714021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/kat-on-indiana-jones.html' title='Kat on Indiana Jones'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1214443707026242379</id><published>2008-06-17T04:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:29:25.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse</title><content type='html'>I now know why the computer mouse is called a mouse.  Oliver has spent the past 30 minute pouncing my hand as I use the mouse.  I swear, "night crazies" might give me a heart attack on this early morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-1214443707026242379?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1214443707026242379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1214443707026242379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-670224690535664431</id><published>2008-06-15T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:47:39.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting of Rufus and Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV73WD0XPI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZLB5RfhY1zA/s1600-h/061508+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212208334495833330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV73WD0XPI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZLB5RfhY1zA/s400/061508+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV7384n4QI/AAAAAAAAAis/TSPag-bIH8U/s1600-h/061508+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212208344917860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV7384n4QI/AAAAAAAAAis/TSPag-bIH8U/s400/061508+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV7438kMfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/X8WRmT1Sch4/s1600-h/061508+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212208360772088306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV7438kMfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/X8WRmT1Sch4/s400/061508+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rufus is my parent's dog.  It has always seems his sole mission in life is to eat cats.  We decided to take our new kitty, Oliver, to Provo to meet Rufus last weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meeting of Rufus and Oliver went quite well. They did not fight at all. Rufus tried to love on Oliver as only Rufus can love, though! Oliver brought a smile to Rufus' cute canine mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-670224690535664431?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/670224690535664431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/670224690535664431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting-of-rufus-and-oliver.html' title='Meeting of Rufus and Oliver'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFV73WD0XPI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZLB5RfhY1zA/s72-c/061508+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-2712010729625653460</id><published>2008-06-13T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:54:19.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(Another) New Addition to the Family</title><content type='html'>OK.  The time came.  It was time to buy Ali a new flute, or pull her out of band.  Just to test the water I asked how she felt about not doing band anymore.  She cried for 48 hours.  So, we decided that it was time to invest in her future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the flute store that Ali's private teacher recommended.  They were very kind.  I told them we needed to test drive some flutes and they arranged to have almost $20,000 worth of flutes at her disposale to try out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall about the afternoon was they had us in this teeny-tiny room.  It was Ali, Kat, Luke, myself and the male band specialist.  If it had been in Victorian time, I would have been forced to marry this man because he brought my honor into question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had horrible visions of her falling in love with each flute she played.  But, that didn't happen.  She fell in love with the Jupiter 750.  "Just for fun" he had her play one more, a Pearl.  I asked him what the differences where between the Jupiter and Pearl.  I could see her heart was made up for the Jupiter and just wanted to make sure that was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "There isn't much of a difference.  It it purely personal choice.  It is like deciding between a Toyota and Honda."  This coming from a man wearing a Ducati belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, and being locked in that small room for an hour, Kat told the guy, "Alright, we'll take the Honda, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assured me that this flute will last through high school, even college if she doesn't major in music.  I told him that was ok since she wasn't majoring in music.  Which earned me a,"MOM."  I was like what, you changed your major from biology?  Of coarse, she hasn't.  So, the Honda, I mean, Jupiter, it is.  I will upload videos of her playing it later this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jupiterflutes.com/jbi_instrumentDetails.aspx?cId=16&amp;amp;lId=15&amp;amp;sId=4&amp;amp;pId=267"&gt;http://www.jupiterflutes.com/jbi_instrumentDetails.aspx?cId=16&amp;amp;lId=15&amp;amp;sId=4&amp;amp;pId=267&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are actually taking a prolonged test drive of it.  It is hers to try for 7 days.  Pretty cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The music store is owned by a family who's son served a mission down in Victoria, Texas right after we had Ali.  Small world, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-2712010729625653460?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2712010729625653460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/2712010729625653460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-new-addition-to-family.html' title='(Another) New Addition to the Family'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-30073579412465792</id><published>2008-06-13T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:25:58.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's Reasoning Skills</title><content type='html'>Took the kiddos swimming at the rec center's outdoor pool tonight.  Luke was jumping off the high dive.  Kat and I were sitting beside the pool, on the grass, in lawn chairs.  The lifeguards change posts every 15 minutes or so.  At the shift change for the tower watching the diving boards, a lifeguard, who looked to be 12 (not kidding!), climbed up on the tower.  Kat watches the kid climb up there and sit down.  All the sudden, she announces that she doesn't feel safe any more.  I asked her why.  She said that lifeguard iss too young to save her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, "You don't feel safe, sitting on the lawn, in a chair, 20 yards from the pool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right.  Don't feel safe with him on duty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, stay out of the water then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.  Not in a million years could I follow her logic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290665161912129220-30073579412465792?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/30073579412465792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/30073579412465792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/kats-reasoning-skills.html' title='Kat&apos;s Reasoning Skills'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290665161912129220.post-1964511491632629578</id><published>2008-06-11T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:51:21.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shu Fu's Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFCdMLO8bUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/66Om5XDqOLk/s1600-h/shufu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210837601367125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFCdMLO8bUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/66Om5XDqOLk/s400/shufu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to get a great picture of Shu Fu, but he is afraid of the camera. He thinks it is lightening. Near the end, Oliver jumped on Shu Fu and effectively ended the photo session!&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/1290665161912129220-1964511491632629578?l=olsonmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1964511491632629578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290665161912129220/posts/default/1964511491632629578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olsonmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/shu-fus-hair-cut.html' title='Shu Fu&apos;s Hair Cut'/><author><name>sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06917444468590114125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SNmyuPEghoI/AAAAAAAABBs/bQepn3OUwlM/S220/Sunni%25202%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uu4QP1lNvrw/SFCdMLO8bUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/66Om5XDqOLk/s72-c/shufu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
